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vhagarlovebot · 5 months

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MAKE THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS, TAKE THE MOMENT AND TASTE IT | AEMOND TARGARYEN

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU summary: in wich aemond is not afraid to make his move. very, very publicly, making the whole internet go insane. pairings: actor!aemond x singer!reader content warnings: faceclaim is sabrina carpenter but you can imagine reader as you'd like, some cursing, taylor swift/travis kelce inspired plot, use of y/n because it is necessary!! if you don’t like it, sorry. note: omg i can't believe i'm doing this, hope you enjoy this piece little piece as much as i enjoyed making it! as i say; being delulu is the solulu. and here i am feeding into all out delusions. comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated! love you, mwah. 💋

TWITTER ‣ AUG 12, 2023.

INSTAGRAM ‣ AUG 12, 2023.

INSTAGRAM ‣ AUG 13, 2023.

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yourusername oldtown i couldn’t love you more. had the best first night with you and we still have three more to go! thanks so much to everyone there, i couldn't do this whout you. see you tonight for round 2? 🤍

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user1 i can't believe i couldn't be there

zendaya had the best night with u!

yourusername thank u sm for coming, love you. 💗

user2 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user3 i don't now if i wanna be her or if i wanna be with her

user4 I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT I SEE AEMOND TARGARYEN IN HER LIKES

user5 I THOUGHT IT WAS A MISTAKE AT FIRST user6 I mean he was at Oldtown night1 so... user7 HE WENT TO HER CONCERT? user8 BESTIE HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE PICS?

troyesivan see you 2night oldtown. ✌️

AEMOND TARGARYEN INTERVIEW ‣ AUG 25, 2023.

TWITTER ‣ AUG 25-26, 2023.

INSTAGRAM ‣ SEPT 21, 2023.

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fairyhelaena friends and family for the weekend @ highgarden. 💚🌺🪴🍃🕊️

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lucerys03 looking 💯 as always.

baelatarg stop lying to yourself

user9 OH MY GOD IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

user10 is that @yourusername in the second slide???

user11 yes!! she's in the fourth one too

yourusername 🤍🤍🤍

user12 it's impossible that she doesn't know about what aemond said, right? user13 knowing how jace is i'm sure she already knows. they probably were giving her a hard time lol

user14 Y/N hanging out with aemond's family but not him would never not make me laugh

user15 he's out there telling the world he likes her and she still hasn't say anything user16 and she doesn't have to. leave the poor girl alone user17 i mean she spent the whole weekend with aemond's sister and nephews, maybe he was there too user18 sorry to disappoint you but he's in king's landing user19 bro must be fuming, everyone in his family meeting his girl except for him

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yourusername took a couple of days off to hang out with some friends. see you in a bit for the second and final leg of the cruel summer tour! 💌

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user20 she's glowing

user21 wait- i feel like i've seen that guy before

user22 that's because he's aemond's nephew and also an actor

fairyhelaena my pretty 🌟

user23 THAT'S LUKE VELARYON???????

user24 HE IS !!!!! user25 yes he is, she was with aemond's family during the weekend

user26 idk why but i have the feeling that aemond saw these pics and ran to call luke

user27 and was probably screaming at him for an hour lol user28 another reason for aemond to hate him user29 he doesn't hate him, he's family user28 you can hate family user30 stfu it is well known that they have had their differences but they're in good terms now user31 besides who are we to talk about it? that's private. there are comments under aemond's posts of them joking with each other lol user30 idk why she's talking shit.

user32 WHY IS SHE WITH HIS FAMILY BUT NOT WITH HIM?

user33 what world are we living in

iMESSAGE ‣ SEPT 31, 2023.

TWITTER ‣ OCT 10, 2023.

TWITTER ‣ OCT 28, 2023.

TWITTER ‣ DEC 04, 2023.

let me give you a kiss if you make it here! and let me know if you'd like a part 2 of this little smau. as i said comments & reblog are greatly appreciated!

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therapycat21 · 6 months

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Oh Baby

Requested: Yes/No

Request:

Hi, can you please do one about the Travis and Taylor rumors going around. Maybe like your Taylor’s sister dating Travis secretly for awhile now and your pregnant. And like the Taylor concert he went to he was like there with you and the football that Taylor went to she was like there with you. And it all comes out that he’s with you and not Taylor and they find out your pregnant and all and are so shocked and didn’t see it coming. Like if that makes sense 🙂

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Me and Travis have been together for a five years now and have been in a private relationship due to the past of both of our relationships. Since we decided to be private it has been nothing but amazing .We had met from mutual friends of my younger sister Taylor.

One of her backup dancers had known Travis from meeting him at the Super Bowl where he danced for Rihanna.

Travis and I officially met at the Superbowl party after they won and we’ve been together. Since then we had gotten a house together, married, and had a few fur babies but now as we stare at the screen in the dim room and the nurse moving the doppler around, we finally see our baby, we’ve been coming here for six months now and looking at our baby never gets old. We still have our gender reveal to do in the next few weeks but for now, we have to wait.

After wiping the gel off my stomach, I see Travis’s phone lighting up on the counter “Hey babe? Your phone’s going off” I tell him, the tight grasp he has on my hand is gone as he opens the phone screen, I continue to wipe the gel off and get myself together so we can leave when Travis lets a giant frustrated sigh resonate throughout the room. I look at him to see frustration masking his face “Baby what’s wrong?” I ask. He looks up from his screen before turning the phone towards me, I take the phone and start reading the news article. There have been many news articles about Travis potentially dating someone new every week at this point I'm used to it.

I look back up at him seeing the serious look on his face. “What do you wanna do about it?” I ask him, not knowing how to go about this, he rubs his forehead “I wanna be done hiding you and the baby. I know It’s a lot to ask of you but I just want the world to know I’m with you and I’m happy” he tells me.

I give him a once over before nodding “How about this, we don’t say anything yet, but we go out together and just do what we usually do at home, outside, and once it starts being noticed, then we’ll find a way to confirm it, is that okay?” I ask him, making up a plan so it’s easier. He smiles nodding his head at the plan “Alright, let’s do that” he gives me a chaste kiss before we leave the private room and start to head home, since this is a private doctor's office, no one knows we’re here, we get in the car and start driving home “how about tonight? We can start by going to Taylor's concert” I suggest as we pull up to the house. I look over and see him nod his head in response “Yeah let's do that, Let's get in cause we don’t have that much time before the concert.” He tells me.

We both got ready, and we both decided to wear white. We arrive at the stadium and are escorted to where Taylor is in the back, As I see her she quickly walks over to me, pulling me into a hug being cautious of my stomach, she lets go before softly rubbing my belly “Oh my god, I feel like you were 2 months like last week and now you're almost done” she tells me before pulling me into another hug before turning to acknowledge Travis “oh my god, how are you? How’s everything?” she asks him. He hugged her back briefly before talking a bit about what was going on.

We were interrupted as one of the managers came over to tell us it was time to head to our seats and for Taylor to get in position for the concert. We all hug one last time before Travis and I head to our family balcony seats.

3 Hours Later

After a few hours of enjoying Taylor’s set, I noticed some fans pointing their phones to wear Travis and I were sitting, I nudged him a bit to let him know, and I saw him look down, acknowledging them and giving some a few waves as they capture pictures of him, if only we knew what everyone would be thinking by noon tomorrow.

After hanging with Taylor for a bit at her after party we decided to head home so I could rest after being on my feet for a long time. Me and Travis are freshly showered and lounging on the couch watching Marvel before we head to bed for the night.

The Next Morning

The pressure on my bladder is what wakes me up from my comfortable sleep, I try to roll out of bed not even bothering to check my phone, and head to the bathroom to get ready for the morning, I can still hear Travis snoring as I hear my phone chime with a notification, I walk over to my nightstand grabbing my phone, opening it to see a crap ton of messages from Taylor and a few of mine and Travis friends. Opening the first message I see from Taylor

“Did you see this? I don’t wanna say anything unless you want me to cause I don’t want to add any more stress on you, no one knows me and Henry are together yet but I still need to talk to him about that, I love you please let me know, ”

I clicked on the link she sent, seeing it's an article from ENews.

I kind of expected this to happen considering I don’t really like to be in the spotlight, even as Taylor’s older sister I never really strived for that, Now don’t get me wrong, almost all of Taylor’s fans know of me from over the years.

I went to Travis's side of the bed and gently shook him awake “What? What's going on?” He asks groggily, I turn the phone screen and watch him as he reads the article title, he shakes his head before turning to sit up “What the hell?” is all he responds with while reading the article. He hands the phone back to me before picking up and checking his phone. I continue going through the messages from friends when I get sent another article, It is dated back to when when me, Taylor and our mom went to one of Travis’s games last week, and of course it is titled almost the same, with the public thinking they’re dating. Broken out of my thoughts, Travis slams his phone down on the nightstand, I put my phone down while walking over to him, I cradle his head into my chest, rubbing his head “I wanna be done with this” Is all he says to me.

I continue rubbing his head before he kisses me, getting up to use the bathroom. While he is in the bathroom, I contemplate, I already know what he wants to do but I know he isn't doing it because of my hesitation with it becoming more public. I decide I’m done being scared and hiding myself.

I pick up my phone before opening Instagram and uploading a picture we had taken recently at our maternity shoot and without a second thought I posted it. I quickly shut my phone, a little nervous to even look at it. I waddle into the bathroom where Travis is standing at the sink brushing his teeth. He looks at me in question, seeing the nervous look on my face. He quickly finishes his teeth “Are you alright?” he asks I open my phone screen and quickly turn it towards him. As he checks the post, I am filled with nerves but they quickly diminish as a giant smile breaks out on his face.

Putting the phone down he pulls me into a tight hug as best as he can, he lets go running out of the room, I peek out, waddling over to see him opening his phone and making his own post.

After he posted the picture, he pulled me towards him with his head leveled with mine as he was sitting on the bed, He pulled me into a soft kiss “Thank you, I know how hard it was to do that” he tells me smiling softly. I chuckle rubbing the side of his beard “It was nerve-wracking no doubt but other than that, it wasn’t that hard” I reassure him. We’re both broken out of our silent bubble, simultaneously getting a notification chime, we both open our phone screens to see we were tagged in a Twitter post by Taylor Letting everyone know that she is indeed dating someone named Henry and how Travis is only and will only ever be her brother-in-law.

Travis still holding me by my waist pulls my face to him, kissing me softly, nudging his nose against mine, and softly rubbing the bump "I love you so much" he tells me softly, I smile "I love you too baby" I tell him pulling him in for another kiss.

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For some reason, I feel like this sucks but It's whatever, I may rewrite it but for now, here it is,,,enjoy!!

Much Love

TC21

#travis kelce #travis x reader #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce imagine

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harrysblues · 1 year

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Eye Patch

The one in which Harry's kids get scared when their father gets hurt on stage.

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When Harry and Y/N's twins started to grow into toddlers, the couple quickly noticed that their youngest struggled to control her eye. That's why they didn't waste any time, and sooner rather than later, three-year-old Lena was wearing an eye patch to try to fix her strabismus.

The process of getting her used to wearing it was long and exhausting for Harry and Y/N, and they tried very hard to make it fun, buying eye patches with different shapes and designs. Their other twin, Harvey, was the most supportive of his sister, and he offered to wear matching eye patches with her whenever she was self-conscious about wearing it in public.

Harry and Y/N's twins might be toddlers, but they love and understand each other like no one else, and that fascinates their parents. Besides, the couple has tried so hard to make them understand that they are loved and supported no matter what, and it is very important to express their feelings with each other.

"Daddy do we have good seats for your concert tomorrow?" Harvey asks suddenly during their daily family dinner.

"Of course, my boy. The best in the house, always!" Harry answers, furrowing his brows. "Why do you ask, baby? You know you always get the best".

"I know, daddy!" His son answers playfully. "But it's the first time sissy is going to the concert with her eye patch, and I want her to have the best time".

Harry and Y/N can swear that their hearts melted when those words left their son's mouth.

"Oh," says Lena. "Daddy, I'm going to see you singing, right? You are going to be so far away, I need to see you".

Lena has always been a very anxious baby, and the family had, and still is, dealing with some heavy separation anxiety from her. The eye issue only added to this, and it has been hard for the couple to manage.

"Don't get nervous, my best girl" Harry tried to comfort her. "You three will have the best seats in the venue, and the important thing is to have fun! You see me every day, and I'm available always".

This seems to cheer her up, and the family moves on from this topic to talk about school. Sudden changes in conversation subjects are very common in the house, and Harry and Y/N can't lie and say they don't love it when their kids bring up things they want to tell their parents. Seeing them interact is one of their favorite things ever since they started to talk.

Dinner finished, and the kids were put to bed with a story read by Y/N and their song, Love of my life, sung by their father. It was not an easy thing to do like it usually is because they were too excited about their concert the next day. Even though Harry has toured for a while after they were born, this is the first time his twins are in the audience, watching him perform. Before this second leg of Love On Tour, they stayed backstage with Y/N and whoever would watch over them while Harry was putting on a show.

However, not long ago the twins started to feel more curious and understand more about their parent's, especially Harry's, lifestyle. That is the reason why they have let them watch the concerts whenever they show any interest about it.

The next day came by very quickly, and now the kids are getting ready with Y/N while Harry is rehearsing and putting together the outfit for tonight.

Lena has decided to wear a silver sparkly skirt that matches her cowboy hat paired with a t-shirt with a red heart in the middle, and Harvey is wearing bell jeans paired with a matching t-shirt with her sister and a royal blue boa. Y/N has let them choose their outfits, wanting them to have the most freedom possible, and she has to say she is quite proud of what they have come up with.

Unfortunately, the family didn't have enough time to wish Harry good luck like they usually would have, seeing that there had been an outfit malfunction, according to Harry Lambert, and the whole band was running late. This upset the kids for two minutes, and then Y/N suggested a face time call with Harry.

"Hi, my babies. I'm so sorry I can't see you before the show" He says with a pout on his face. "I promise I'll blow you a kiss from the stage, and give you lots of cuddles when I finish" Y/N can see the sadness on his face, knowing that he is upset he is not going to be able to get his good luck kiss and cuddle from his two favorite people.

"Don't worry daddy", says Lena. "Harvs and I just wanted to show you our outfits that mummy let us choose by ourselves!".

"Oh, isn't that right baby girl? Can you do a little twirl for daddy?" he says getting his face as close to the screen as possible, squinting his eyes to try to see his precious daughter in the most detail possible. "Daddy really wants to see your outfits".

The family spent the next thirty minutes following Harry around, from the make up chair to his changing room and everything, through his phone, until the moment it was time for him to change into his chosen outfit and get in the box.

"Okay babies, I need to go get ready", he tells them sounding way too devastated for him to be seeing them in less than fifteen minutes. "I'll see you on stage okay? Try to raise your hands the highest, sing the loudest, and have the most fun for me".

The kids promised to do all of that before blowing him multiple kisses and hanging up. They needed to get to their seats right now if they wanted to avoid getting swarmed by some fans. They are usually very polite and nice to Y/N, and especially the kids, but Y/N doesn't want to risk it without Harry there to help her.

They got there safely, and the twins, who are seated on each side of you, are happy to see that their father was right and that they have extremely good seats. They will be able to see their father without a problem.

"Mummy it's starting!" Harvey shrieks when the lights go out and the intro visuals start playing. "Oh my god mummy, I'm so excited!" Y/N never gets tired of how excited he gets every time he sees his dad in concert, it is always as if it was the first time.

Lena clings to your arm from the other side of you, her excitement for the concert to start being silent compared to her brother's. Y/N starts shouting and jumping with excitement as well, making her children copy her and start singing the songs. They also notice that Harry's outfit matches his children's, so that makes them shout even louder.

Harry doesn't take long to find them and when he sends a kiss to his family, the "Muah" that goes with his kiss is heard in the whole arena, making everyone aww.

"Mummy daddy can see us!" Both of the twins exclaim, shocked their father can see them from the stage. "If I send him a kiss will he see me?" Lena asks, genuinely curious.

You don't know how to answer because Harry is constantly moving on stage, so it would be very easy for him to miss his daughter trying to blow him a kiss. Nonetheless, Lena doesn't wait for her mothers approval and blows a kiss towards the stage.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Harry had been watching the whole interaction, and he didn't hesitate to take her daughter's kiss in the air and put it in his back pocket, making Lena squeal.

The concert goes as expected, and Y/N and the twins are having so much fun. Besides, Y/N is quick to notice that, distracted from the excitement, Lena hasn't once complained about the eye patch she has been in fact wearing in public. That is a huge achievement.

Y/N had planned to leave the seats and go backstage right before kiwi so they wouldn't have trouble getting there later. Nevertheless, a gasp distracts her from dancing carefree to one of the last songs of the concert.

"Mummy something happened to daddy", Lena says with concern in her voice. "Mummy someone threw something at daddy" She repeated, starting to tear up.

This makes Harvey notice how his father is rubbing his eye, and keeping it closed for way too long, making him worry and start clinging to his mum as well.

Both kids start full-on sobbing when they see their father unable to open his eye on stage, constantly rubbing it and trying to block the light from his eyes. Y/N hadn't seen the object, and she definitely doesn't want to ask her kids, so she is unable to assess the gravity of the situation. The only thing she is able to do is to take both of her kids in her arms and carry them backstage.

Once they get there she sits the kids on the sofa and dries their tears, trying to comfort them. "My babies don't cry"; she coos. "Daddy is the strongest person in the world, I'm sure he is fine. It just took him by surprise!"

This last sentence seems to calm the three-year-old twins, and they end up cuddling their mother, soft whines coming from them from time to time, sleepy eyes from all the tears getting hard for them to open.

The kids jump when they hear the door open, and when Harry goes straight to the bathroom instead of greeting them, they immediately start sobbing again. Harry hears them from the inside, and he is quick to open the door once he has checked his eye, and get to his babies as soon as possible.

"Oh my, sweet things", he says, quickly kneeling next to them and being almost pushed to the floor by the force his kids hugged him with. "What's happened? Did you not enjoy the show? Was it too loud?"

The kids don't respond, and Harry keeps rubbing their backs and kissing their tears away, unaware and completely clueless about what has made his sweethearts so upset.

"Daddy, someone hurt your eye!" Harvey exclaims with anger. "You are hurt, daddy". Harry's heart breaks with how upset he is.

"There is nothing to worry about, sunshine", he explains. "Daddy got hurt for a moment, but now I just need an ice eye patch to make the sting go away. I'll be perfect again in an hour".

"Eye patch?", his daughter perks up at the comment. "We match again?"

"Yeah baby, I'm going to match with the prettiest princess in the world", he tells her soflty.

"But mummy is the prettiest princess in the world", she fights back playfully.

"No no no, mummy is a queen", he clarifies turning to his wife. "Your mummy is the prettiest and most gorgeous queen in the entire planet".

"I agree", both of their kids say at the same time. "And then Harvey is the prettiest prince, and you are the prettiest king", finishes Lena, making Harry give her the biggest kiss on the cheek.

"That is right", Y/N answers while sitting down close to her family. "We are all beautiful and special in our own ways, isn't that right?".

"This deserves a big family hug for daddy to heal his eye, don't you think?", Harvey suggests, making Harry smile and hug his kids even closer. Y/N gets in the hug, giving Harry a passionate kiss and a knowing smile, she is sure that they are both thinking the same thing.

Their family is perfect, and they are the happiest they have ever been.

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I really hope you like this one guys! The response I have gotten with my first post has been insane, and now I feel very inspired to post my work. You can send requests for me to write, and don't forget to like and reblog! THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

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visionofhope04 · 1 year

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Hiii I was wondering if you could do Batfam x sister reader being Damian’s twin and rather than persuing the same thing as their dad and being a vigilante she becomes a famous singer (ya know famous name and good music) and she releases and album (maybe emails I can’t send idk something) and like family being there for her first sold out concert and yeah just supportive of her carrere

Angst is my thing but I’ll do my best to make this as fluffy as possible. Not beta read, sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know. Hope you like it!

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“Father?”

“Yes?” Bruce was concerned. You kept shifting your weight and fiddling with your fingers. He’s never seen you this nervous before. He tensed, preparing for the worst.

“Iwanttobeasinger.” You blurted, looking anywhere you could that wasn’t his face.

Bruce blinked. “Can you say that a bit slower please sweetheart?”

You took a steadying deep breath. “I want to be a singer.” You said significantly slower.

Bruce let out a deep breath and let his body sag. He’d never been religious but in that moment he thanked whatever was up there for helping him.

You looked at him, confused.

“I thought you were gonna ask to be a vigilante.”

Your face contorted in alarm. “Me? A vigilante? Never.”

He chuckled and then brought attention back to what you said. “So you want to be a singer? How do you plan on doing this?”

“Y-you don’t care?” You questioned in shock.

“Why would I care? You’re my daughter and I will always love and support you. I’m glad you found something you really enjoy and intend to make a career out of it. Finding something you enjoy doing is hard, being able to make a career out of it is harder. If it makes you happy then I’ll gladly help you with it if you need it.”

“Even though it’s a bad career?”

“Some people in it may be bad but it doesn’t make the career bad. Music is all about self expression and is a great outlet for emotions. It brings people together and makes them realize they’re not alone. I think you’ll be an amazing singer.”

You began to tear up but do your best to hold it back, “Thank you father.”

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“I want to be a singer.”

Immediately, everyone stopped talking and looked at you. You did your best to not shrink under the sudden attention. Usually, you never spoke at the dinner table, content to just listen.

“That sounds like a great idea Birdy!” Dick said.

“Lil sis’ gonna be the talk of the town.” Jason smirked at you.

“That’s great! I can’t wait to hear it! Tim exclaimed.

Damian’s reaction is the one you feared the most. He’d always disliked you leaving behind the life of fighting for a mundane one.

“I think that is a respectable profession.”

At your brothers’ approval, you broke out into a wide grin. Bruce was smiling openly at you all and wondered how he got so lucky to have such an amazing, supportive family.

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You were backstage, makeup done, earpiece linked, and microphone ready to go. You were really nervous. This was going to be your first-ever live performance since you released your first album. It was such a hit, it became the number 1 album on the charts a few hours after release, with over 30 million streams. You were stuck in your thoughts when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at the person, it was your father.

"Don't be nervous, you're going to do great. I'm so proud of you. You're so talented and amazing. They're going to love you out there."

"Thanks dad." You smiled. His words warmed your heart. No one ever told you they were proud of you before. Despite what he said, you still felt a little nervous.

After waiting a bit more, it was time for you to get on stage. You heard cheering in the crowd as you emerged from the darkness. Now in the spotlight, your nerves came back tenfold. The bright lights blinded you, but you could still see the silhouettes of everyone who came to see you tonight. There were way more people here than you expected. You stepped up to the mic and adjusted it.

"Hello," The crowd's cheering picked up. You smiled and waited for it to quiet down before continuing. "thank you all for coming. I appreciate every single one of you. You made it possible for me to be standing here right now and I am so grateful. Enjoy the show!" The crowd's cheering picked up yet again as your first song came on.

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You were so tired but so, so happy. The concert was a major success and nothing went wrong. You had so much fun getting to know your audience and calling people up on stage. You got backstage and your whole family was there.

"You did amazing!!"

"You're my new favorite singer."

"She's been my favorite singer, keep up."

"Your voice is unmatched, my dear girl."

"I knew you could do it."

"You were adequate, don't let the praise get to your head."

Your face hurt from grinning, and you could help but feel elated. Your family's support meant the world to you, and you were so grateful for it.

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winryrockbellwannabe · 23 days

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📚 | 05 April | 📚

watching mikayla mags videos bc @ros3ybabe talked about her in the tag game and I was curious, and I'm really liking her vibe. Also, I've only watched 4 eps of Pokemon Horizons, but I'm loving it sm so far

Today:

🔹had awful insomnias tonight but used that time to finally finish revising the Biomechanics material and finish watching Castle in the Air (highly recommend, i loved it)

🔹Texted A so they can return stuff I lent them (i literally lent them a book A WHOLE YEAR ago, and now we barely talk, so this has been making me really anxious for months)

🔹dinner with my sis and we're going to a concert!!! There's a string quartet that is playing Hans Zimmer compositions (among those, the Spirit soundtrack, im feral about that), so I can't wait to see them tonight!!!

And that's mostly it, gotta go get ready for my sister to pick me up🥰

Hope y'all have a wonderful day💙

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allocnddits · 8 months

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I’VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU e.m

summary: girly, cheerleader henderson!reader loses her virginity to eddie.

warnings: virginity loss, penetrative sex, oral, drug use (weed)

wc: 2.8k

Eddie was completely obsessed with you. And who could blame him, you were always parading around in your little cheerleader outfit and the bow at the top of your ponytail, it was driving him insane. It all started after summer, when Dustin started high school and entered hellfire. Your paths had never really crossed before but ever since you came into the room where he held the campaign, already yelling at your brother for making you wait, he could not atop thinking about you.

After some time, just watching you on the hallways and teasing when you stopped by to tell dustin you were leaving, he asked you to come watch his band play.

"'ll think about it, Munson." you teased, getting in your car and driving out, leaving him standing in the middle of the parking lot.

The next day, when you purposely dropped by to talk to your brother, he demanded an answer.

"Or what?" you dared. "'m still thinking about it, okay?"

And again the next day, and the day after that and the rest of the week, and still no answer. Till it was the day of the especial concert and he drove to your place to pick you up but it was Dustin the one who opened the door. "Is your sister home, henderson?"

"What do you want with my sister, dude? I told you she doesn't like you"

"Well, we actually have a date tonight, so... Go tell her I'm here." he said pushing your brother back into the house.

As Dustin was making his way to your room you noticed the open front door.

"DUSTIN! Did you seriously just leave the front door wide open?" you yelled from the kitchen before making your way to the porch "What the hell are you doing here?"

"We have a date, remember? Why are you in your pjs?"

"Well, Edward, it's" you grabbed his wrist and turned to you, checking the time on his watch, "nine fifteen on a saturday, I planned on staying in and watching some tv"

"Why would you want to do that? Look, the show starts at nine thirty so you still have time to get ready, and," he reached into the pocket of his vest pulling out a well folded piece of fabric "I got you a shirt."

"Corroded Coffin?" you asked, looking at the shirt.

"Yeah, it's the band's name"

"Not convincing enough, sorry"

"C'mon, it's saturday and we have free weed. We can hang out and smoke something after the show."

"Fine! I'm gonna get dressed " you closed the door and made him wait outside as you changed into a jean miniskirt and the shirt he gave you. You pulled your hair up, combing the strands into your signature half pony before telling your mom you were going out. He drove you to the concert, there were about ten people at the bar , you and the workers included, but you could tell he was doing it for fun. After the thirty minute set you all got into his van and drove his friends home before parking on a random street. He invited you to the back, pulling out a blunt from his pocket and placing it between your lips to light it. after a while the van was foggy from all the smoke of the blunt you shared. Eddie started getting closer and within a couple of minutes you were on his lap, your hands on his neck and his on your hips, half blunt hanging loosely between his fingers. He put it away on the ashtray so he could take his hands up your back under your shirt. You didnt shake it off until his fingers started unhooking your bra. "Eddie, Eddie, no" you said trying to pull away from his kisses.

"Baby" he groaned in conplaint

"No, Eddie, we're high" you slid off his lap, tiding up your skirt.

"Sorry, I totally misread this"

"No, you didnt . I just dont want to lose my virginity in the back of a van, especially when we're both high." he huffed a laugh

"So cheerleaders are actually good girls, huh?"

"I wouln't say smoking weed in the back of eddie 'the freak's van is very good girl of me.

"you know what i meant" he leaned back in to kiss you but you turned away.

"I think we should go home"

"Yeah, right" he backed up, climbing onto the drivers seat and helping you to do the same.

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"Are you avoiding me?" he asks stoping you from going into your classroom

"Eddie" you groaned trying again to go through the door but his tall frame stopped you.

"C'mon babe, you're more mature than this. Talk to me please"

"What do you wanna hear, Munson?"

"Well, from you, a lot of things but i dint think thats appropriated"

"Eddie" you reprehend

"Sorry. But i really missed you this week, really, and not only because i couldn't stop thinking about currupting you"

"Too far"

"Again, sorry, just talk to me, give me a reason or an explanation , please why are you avoiding me"

"Well, Edward, we almost fucked in the back of your van, thats not exactly the girl i wanna be"

"And you're not! You are something, okay? I wanna go out with you again, just please say you’ll think about it, okay?”

“Sure, Eddie, I’ll think about it” you said and got on the tip of your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, your hand on his chest to help you balance. “Just dont skip class today, okay?” you said as you pulled away, noticing the small grin on his face. “Now go, Ill meet you after Hellfire”

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“See you tomorrow” you checked the time on your watch as you walked out of the gym all the way to the other side of school to meet Eddie.

“You’re late”

“Yeah, sorry, practice took a little longer than usual tonight” you explained stepping into the almost empty room. Eddie was tiding up his stuff fron the table. “Where’s everyone”?

“They already left. Dustin said he was biking home. But i had to wait a little longer just in case you actually came”

“Well, here i am”

“I see that, and what do you wanna do?” he asked as you got closer and closer.

“Wanna kiss you, so bad”

“Do it”

His hand cupped your cheek, fingers curling at the hair on the nape of your neck. Your hands met his hair and his traveled down your sides, taking place on your hips. He walked you to his throne without separating your lips. You took place on his lap, legs layed out across his as you let his tongue into your mouth. After lazily making out for what felt like ages you couldnt take it anymore and straddled him.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" he groaned

"I want you," he shook his head no "Eddie, please"

"No, not here, you don't deserve this"

"Let's go somewhere else, my car, it doesn't matter"

"No, it does matter, if you didn't want it last week. C'mon, I'll drive you home, they're about to lock everything up. I promise i'll give you everything you want, just not now, okay?"

"Sure" you got off his lap and he picked up your backpack from the floor, taking your hand and walking you out all the way to your car. "What about your van?"

"I'll pick it up tomorrow, come on" You handed him the keys to your car and took your place on the passenger seat. Your ride home was quiet exept for you guiding him. As soon as you got home he handed you the keys and got out of the car.

"Do you want to come in, Mom's not home, it's okay if you do"

"Babe…”

"Eddie, please" you approached him in front of the car, hands wrapping around his waist as you got on the tip of your toes to whisper in his ear "I've been thinking about you all week too. You dont know how many times i came around my fingers whising they were yours. "

"you're gonna be the death of me" you giggled knowing you finally got what you wanted

"Come on" you pulled him to your porch, opening the door and getting him in your room before your brother saw him.

"Cute room, sweetheart" he noted as he looked around and you locked your door.

"Shut up" you slaped his arm playfully before trying ridiculously to reach his lips for a kiss.

"No, im serious, really like the dolls, they're not creepy at all"

"Eddie!" you groaned and he looked down at you "Just kiss me, please"

He picked you up so he didn’t have to bend down to kiss you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he sat on the edge of your bed. Eddie started working kisses on your neck as his hands snaked under your cheer shirt making their way up your back and unhooking your bra. Your breath started quickening as he did so going unnoticed by him till he looked up from your neck.

“You okay?” he inspected you making sure you were comfortable and you nodded. “Do you want me to take this off? You don’t have to.”

“I want to, Eddie. Fuck, stop asking, just want you to make me feel good.”

“Okay, darling, okay” he said pulling your hair down from the pony, his hands running through the sandy strands. he lifted your shirt over your head and pulled it off your arms along with your white bra. Eddie laid you out on your bed, turning his body to hover yours. “God, you’re beautiful.”

He pressed his face to your chest, his hair tickling you as he wrapped his plump lips around your nipple. His hands made their way below your waist, one of them palming you through your underwear, feeling you get wetter and wetter as his mouth worked on your breasts.

“Please, Eddie.” you whine.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he hummed against your skin.

“Just you, this is not enough. Please touch me”

“So whiny” he remarked before taking his skilled fingers to the back of your skirt to unzip it. You lifted your hips to help him pull it down your legs. “but so pretty” he said as his eyes met your white panties and kissed the pink bow right on the band. His fingers hooked on the side of your underwear looking up at you to make sure before pulling it down your legs. He spread your legs kneeling up between them to take off his jacket and use your hair tie to put his hair in a bun.

“Eddie, can you take off your shirt, please? Feeling a little exposed here.” you asked as you kicked off your shoes.

He laughed and took it off noticing the way your eyes fixed on his chest tattoo. “Like them?” he teased as he took off his belt, making you blush. “Im gonna eat you out now, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop.” he explained laying between your legs. You nodded, watching him kiss up your thighs and throwing them over his shoulders. Before getting to where you needed him the most he skipped his kisses, taking them to your stomach.

“Edward, touch me” you begged for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I will, baby” he said, taking off thd ring he wore on his right hand and putting it on your thumb. “Is this what you want?” the tip of his finger teased your hole. “So wet” he said before attaching his lips to your clit and sucking on it.

Your hands went straight to his hair pulling at the strands and making him groan against you. His tongue explored you as his middle finger finally penetrated you fully, he curls it up to locate himself before starting to thrust slowly into you. He eased another finger in as he came up, kissing your chest and neck.

“You’re gonna pull out all my hair if you keep going like that, sweetheart”

“Fuck, sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay baby, i don’t mind the pain.” he chuckled before diving back into you, his fingers now curling upwards as his lips get back to sucking on your clit. You suddenly felt empty as he switched positions, his tongue now fucking you as his thumb worked your clit with much agility.

“Kiss me, Eddie” you mumbled and he quickly came up, his plump lips meeting yours. “Fuck, gonna cum” you groaned as soon as he took his kisses to your jaw and neck. He penetrated you again, thumb still working on your sensitive nub. You bit his shoulder as you came, clenching around his fingers.

You tried to catch your breath as he worked you through the orgasm, fingers curling inside you slowly. “Fuck, Eddie”

“Felt good, baby?” he asked as he pulled his soaked fingers out of you, taking them to his mouth to clean them up.

“So good, fuck, want more.”

“In a second, baby” he knelt back up and pulled a condom from his back pocket. “You wanna touch it?” he teased after he caught you looking at the bulge formed in his jeans. You nodded and sat up, right hand reaching to undo his buttons as Eddie looked down at you, opening the package. You looked back up at him when you got to his blue boxers, not knowing what to do.

“Here, darling” he pulled his dick out of them and slid the condom down on the length before taking your hand in his and wrapping around it. You started pumping slowly with help of the lube from the condom and watched it adjust perfectly on his cock. He got up from the bed, his cock escaping your fist so he could take off his pants completely, not wasting anytime before climbing back over you.

“You okay?” he whispered against your neck, lips brushing your skin softly as you nodded. “Ready?”

“For fucks sake, Edward, just do it” you mumbled just wanting to be filled up again. Eddie lifted up his hips slightly looking down to align him self to you and finally pushed the tip in. You naturally gasped from the new sensation, making him stop, thinking he hurt you. “Eddie its fine, keep going. If i want you to stop i’ll tell you.” he nodded, pushing little by little until he bottomed out into you.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so warm.” he groaned as he waited for your green light.

“Move” you finally said and he waisted no time. His hips started grinding into yours, always checking to see if you were alright. “Eddie, I can take it, dont worry.”

And in a couple of seconds, his hips were snapping into yours. All that could come out of your mouth were embarrassing groans and whines, adding a blush to your already reddened skin. You could feel his hands grabbing your thighs, fingers still covered in his own saliva, as his lips covered your neck in kisses, almost making you up. “Did you stretch?” he asked with a smirk on his face, you just nodded knowing exactly what he was about to do with that hand he had behind your knee. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, making you let out a sound your not proud of. It was so explicitly erotic that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Whats so funny, huh?”

“Nothing, just” you were interrupted by his thrusting, “fuck. Eddie, shit”

He covered your lips with his when he realized you were being too loud, your left leg completely folding over your own body. His hips were mercilessly slapping against yours as he kissed you harshly, all the fear of accidentally hurting you gone out the window but you really didn’t mind. All you wanted was to feel full of him and feel him slamming into you. He was unstoppable, completely out of his mind, he couldn’t think straight, not when he was that deep into your pussy.

“Eddie, baby, so close” he groaned in response, feeling your walls clench around him.

He was so pussy drunk his fingers could barely make their way to your clit to help you with your release. But as close as you were all it took was some lazy and uncoordinated fingers to make you cum. You bit his shoulder as you did, afraid you might be too loud in your most pleasurable state.

“Fuck, baby” he moaned, all the different reactions he was giving your body being too much. the clenching around his cock, the nails on his back and the bite on his shoulder just taking him over the edge. “Shit, so good, so warm” he mumbled as he emptied into the condom.

“No, no, no, not yet.” you stopped him when he tried to pull out of you. “Fuck, Edward, that was amazing.”

“Well, you’re welcome, princess” he hugged you after watching you blush at the pet name, flipping your body over his without disconnecting you. You laid your head on his chest enjoying the warmth of his body

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Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and eventual smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 6: My Type

You and Bradley were both thankful that you were at a good place again in your friendship. The two of you returned to your previous routine of your Wednesday night hangouts, and the rest of August slipped away into a moment in time. September brought you two closer together as you still danced around the line of friends or something more.

It also brought along Mickey's birthday, and after the way the last party ended, the squad was ready to have a fun night out that didn't end in chaos.

Fanboy had never outgrown his punk rock phase, and for his birthday, he asked that every attend a cover band concert La Jolla. He had gone all out and even rented a party bus to take the group to and from the venue. Unfortunately, you had plans that night and wouldn't be able to attend. You made sure to send him a nice gift, though. Mickey was over the moon when he opened the autograph Star Trek poster and immediately forgave you for missing out on the fun.

Bradley, however, was extremely disappointed in the fact that you weren't coming. He was hoping that tonight would finally be his chance to lay his feelings on the line for you, but instead, he was drinking a beer, sandwiched between Payback and Bob, while Jake and Coyote made use of the stripper poles in the bus.

When they arrived, he couldn't wait to get off and get some fresh air. He had texted you a few times, but you hadn't responded. He checked his phone again to see that his messages were still unread. He sighed in disappointment before tucking his phone away and heading inside with everyone else.

Inside, an EDM DJ was playing some throwback Coldplay while a few techs were setting up for the band. The Daggers found a section near the right side and settled in. They gave their drink orders to a waitress who winked and Mickey when she found out it was his birthday.

Moments later, she returned with drinks and the promise to come back and see if they would need anything later.

With his whiskey in hand, Bradley leaned over to Fanboy and asked, "What's the name of this band again?"

Fanboy rolled his eyes. "The Styx. They do a mix of punk rock, eighties hits, pop, and some original songs. I heard them at a festival about a year and a half ago, and I've seen them a few places here and there. I'm pretty excited to see them again, though. Their lead singer left the band about five months ago to go solo, and apparently, an old friend of the lead guitarist stepped up and has been with them. I haven't heard her, but apparently, she's way better than the old singer." Fanboy explains.

Bradley nods his head and sinks back into his chair as he and everyone else waits for the show to start.

About ten minutes later, the DJ finishes, and some filler music comes through the speakers. The owner of the bar tells everyone that the band will start shortly. More people pour in. Bradley's mind wanders to you, and what you might be doing tonight.

...............

"How's the crowd out there?" You ask Lyla as she checks over her guitar once more. "The energy is fantastic. The place is pretty packed, too." She tells you with a smile.

"Great." You sigh.

A packed house

More people to watch you fail

"Don't worry, babe, you're going to kill it like you always do!" Mariana, the drummer and Lyla's sister, tells you. "Exactly. Just relax, we've got this!" Derrick, the bass player, says to the group. "If anyone boos, I will jump off the stage and shove my keyboard down their throat." Trent, Derrick's husband tells you. You can't help but laugh. You want to say something witty back, but you hear the stage manager start to introduce the group.

You can do this

You love doing this

You're going to be great

You take a deep breath and give yourself a once over in the mirror before stepping out. You look good— really good.

Netted tights cover your legs before disappearing under your cut-off denim shorts that show off your thigh tattoos.

A cropped black vintage Bon Jovi shirt covers your torso. You've cut some of the neck out of the shirt, so the lace of your bralette underneath is visible. Layers of silver chains with charms hug your neck and cleavage. A red flannel is tied around your waist.

Heavy, black, Doc Marten boots are on your feet, and your hair is loose and wild around your face. Sultry dark makeup graces your features, and you've traded your signature cherry red pout for a sensual shade of burgundy.

Rings and bracelets adorned your fingers and wrists. You truly looked the part of a rock queen. You look like sex on legs

Maybe you should pay Bradley a visit after this was over

You were broken from your thoughts by the cheers of the crowd. You took a deep breath as the rest of the group stepped out onto the stage. It was dark, thankfully, you couldn't make any faces out, and they couldn't see you just yet.

You turned to Lyla and the rest of the band who gave you the go-ahead.

..........

The Daggers, especially Fanboy, waited with baited breath as the band set up. Bradley sat there with a fresh glass of whiskey and prayed they were as good as Fanboy had made them out to be. There was nothing worse than sitting through a shitty band.

Soon, the opening sounds of Fallout Boy's "Centuries" filled the room. The band stayed shrouded in dim lights until the opening chorus finished, and then bright lits illuminated the stage.

Fanboy screamed in excitement as he leaned over to say something to Fritz, but Bradley's eyes didn't leave the stage. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He wasn't drunk. Surely, his mind had to be playing tricks on him.

Just as he was about to say something, it seemed like the entire group came to the realization at the same time.

"Oh my shit." Jake said. "It's that—"

"That's Hades." Bradley said before Jake could finish his question. "Holy shit." Bradley breathed out as he watched you on the stage.

You owned the space. You presses filled the room and demanded the attention of the crowd.

Bradley was captivated by you. He knew that he was attracted to you before. He'd tried so hard to keep his feelings pushed down, and when he kissed you, he knew he'd ruined his chances. But then—then you wanted to be his friend again, and he got the chance to fall for you all over again.

And this time, he fell harder.

Now, there was no denying his attraction for you. As he watched you on that stage, enthralled with your beauty and this new side of you he'd never seen before, Bradley couldn't help but let his mind wander.

The music continues, but now, it's all background noise to Bradley.

He isn't even sure what song you are singing right now. He's too busy watching the way your body moves to the beat and how he's sure you wore that outfit just to mess with him.

He knows that the last part isn't true because surely you didn't know that the Daggers would be here tonight. Fanboy had only asked if you were free tonight. He'd never told you the plans, but in the back of Bradley's mind, he likes to think that you wore that cropped Bon Jovi tee for him and the moment you'd shared months ago.

He watches the hem of your shirt catch on your fingertips as you drag your hands up your body and sway with the music. Bradley hasn't stopped staring at the patch of skin that is just visible between it and the waistband of your jean shorts. He is eager to know what you might have on under it and how it would look on his bedroom floor.

Maybe it was wrong of him to think it, but Bradley didn't care.

Haunting melodies poured from your wine colored lips. They weaved through the crowd and flooded his ears. Bradley was hanging onto every word you sang. His mind wandered as he wondered if his name would sound just as pretty as your songs did when it tumbled from your lips as he brought you to the peak of pleasure.

You were absolutely fearless in the way you put on a show. You worked the room and had everyone captivated. Bradley hoped that one day, he'd be able to find out if you would put on a show just for him in the privacy of his bedroom.

God, you were so fucking beautiful up there. And he knows he probably looks like an absolute ass because he has been ignoring the rest of your friends for almost the entire forty-five minutes you've been on the stage, but he can't help it.

He's so awestruck by you and this part of your life. It's another piece of the puzzle that makes you so unique and so amazing to him.

You're smart, witty, beautiful, funny, and talented on more than one front. Bradley loves that he's learned something new about you.

He wants to learn more new things about you. He wants to add more pieces to the puzzle until he has the whole picture.

He would give anything to spent eternity figuring you out.

You announce the final song of your set list, a rock cover of "Bad Romance," and Bradley finds it ironic because he would take any kind of romance with you. Good or bad.

With this being the last song, you go wild. You release all your inhibitions as you move about the stage and command the room, just like you command the sky.

Bradley has to discreetly adjust himself through his jeans because he gets distracted by the way your necklaces move.

The layers of silver chains of various lengths with charms scattered throughout them hugged your neck in the best way. Bradley didn't realize he could be jealous of a few pieces of jewelry, but as he grips his glass of whiskey tighter, he finds himself longing to replace them with his hands. He just knows that you'd look so fucking beautiful with his long fingers wrapped around your throat while he fucked you like the good girl he knows you would be for him.

Just when he thought you couldn't surprise him anymore, that night, you prove him wrong. When the bridge of the song comes up, you switch to singing in French. French? Since when did you know another language?

Now he wanted to know if you were fluent in it, and if you were, would you talk dirty to him in it. Fuck, you were still a mystery to him, in the best way.

As the song came to an end, you hit your knees for the final high note, and the entire crowd jumped up and screamed for you, the Daggers included. Bradley isn't embarrassed to say that he was definitely the loudest.

After you and the rest of the band thanked everyone for coming out and bidded the audience farewell, Bradley watched you disappear behind a black curtain.

More filler music started up as the squad sat down and looked at each other.

"So, Hades moonlights as a rockstar." Coyote said, breaking the silence of the group.

"Would it be weird if I asked her to get me an autograph from her band mates?" Fanboy asked.

"I don't think so. I just can't believe she didn't tell us." Phoenix said as she finished her beer.

"We all have things that we don't tell everyone about. Maybe she was afraid we'd make fun of her or something. Plus, have you met some of us? A few members of our group aren't the best at respecting other people's feelings." Bob said as he and everyone stared directly at Jake.

"For the last time, I apologized to her! Jeez!" Jake said as he threw his hands up in defense.

.............

Once off the stage, you downed a bottle of water and panted to catch your breath.

"We were amazing tonight!" Derrick cheers as he puts his bass away. "Hades, you killed it with the vocals!" Trent compliments you.

"I'm just glad you didn't have to fight an audience member, I doubt your husband would have bailed you out of jail—again." You needle Trent.

"Oh my gosh, it was one time, and they dropped the charges." Trent huffed.

Lyla and Mariana laugh as they put their things away. "You guys want to get a drink? To celebrate a successful show?" Mariana asks. "Absolutely. Hades, if you keep this up, we might not ever let you go!" Lyla tells you as she slings an arm around your shoulder.

"Lyla, I told you, I'm just helping you our until you can find someone to replace Candice." You tell her.

Lyla shakes her head as the five of you head out of the backstage area and to the bar. You take a seat with your back to the crowd. A few patrons come up and speak to all of you, but none linger too long. You've just put your pomegranate margarita to your lips when you hear a familiar voice call, "Well what do we have here? If it ain't Hades."

You set your drink down and spin on your stool. You're shocked when you turn around and see all twelve of your friends and coworkers standing in front of you.

"Oh my gods, what are you guys doing here?" You ask them.

"This is what I had planned for my birthday." Fanboy tells you.

"Oh, Mick, I had no idea. You should have told me, and I could have gotten you a front row spot!" You tell him.

"You could have told us you were a rockstar." Phoenix says.

You don't have a chance to respond before Lyla says, "Well, aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Oh, sorry. Guys, this is Lyla, we were stationed together in Lemoore a few years ago. She was my wingman until she hung up her wings to be a mechanic. And this is her sister Mariana and Derrick and his husband Trent, and they are The Styx." You say.

"We are The Styx." Lyla corrects you.

After a few polite hellos, you turn to your squadron. "And guys, this is Fanboy, Payback, Halo, Omaha, Bob, Phoenix, Yale, Harvard, Fritz, Coyote, Hangman, and—Bradley." You say as you point out each one of them.

"Bradley—er—Rooster, is my new wingman." You tell your band mates.

"You are a lucky duck to be flying with her." Lyla tells Rooster. "She saved my ass several times."

"Don't let her fool you, Lyla had my back, too." You smile.

"So, Hades, how did you end up doing—this?" Bob asks you, never failing to address the elephant in the room.

"Lyla and I lived together in the barracks. We used to do karaoke on the weekends. She always played a little and decided she wanted to do music more seriously. Unfortunately, Lyla was in a training accident and shattered her left hip." You told them. You wince at that detail. It had been the one time that you weren't flying with her because an admiral had pulled you into a meeting.

"Not too long after Lyla's accident, I was transferred. We kept in touch, and she told me to call her if I was ever back in California." You told them.

"And I couldn't get back in a plane anymore after that, so I took to fixing them and playing guitar in my spare time. At an open mic night, Mariana and I met Derrick and Trent and Candice, our former lead singer. We hit it off, and The Styx was born." Lyla explains.

"But, Candice thought she was too good for us and moved to L.A. five months ago, " Mariana adds.

"Thankfully, Hades just happened to get station in San Diego. So, when she called me to catch up, I convinced her to do a show with us, and that's kind of led us here." Lyla finishes.

"Wow, that's insane." Payback says.

"Yeah, crazy." You shake your head, suddenly feeling on edge now that your work friends new more about your personal life. It wasn't that you were trying to hide this from them, but at the same time, you liked your privacy.

Secrets kept you safe

Bradley could tell that you were getting uncomfortable, so he tapped your knee to get your attention before grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd.

"You were amazing up there, Angel." He praises you as you tuck yourselves into a corner of the club.

"Thanks, maybe next time, you can join me, and we can hit them with some 'Great Balls of Fire.'" You laugh. Bradley chuckles.

A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You both look at see the Daggers talking and drinking with your band mates.

"How did all of you get here?" You ask him.

"Fanboy got a party bus. Jake was recreating scenes from Magic Mike on the drive here when he was still half sober, I'm terrified to see what's going to happen on the way back." Bradley shutters.

"I didn't even get to have my drink, so I'm sober. I drove here, wanna ride home with me?" You offer him.

Bradley abso-fucking-lutely wanted to ride home with you. And then, when the two of you got home, he wanted to take you into his apartment, strip you down, and hear you sing for him in a different way. And he wanted you to sleep over so he could make you breakfast the next morning before he fucked you in his shower. However, he couldn't say that to you, so instead, he just said, "Yeah, Angel, that would be great."

The two of you quietly snuck out the back of the club. You had grabbed your things already. You made it to the car before Bradley, but instead of opening your door, you stood there, subconsciously waiting for him to do it. He smiled and opened the door and helped you in.

The drive back to San Diego was filled with playful banter, more singing, and flirty touches.

.............

Once you were back at your apartment complex, Bradley made sure to walk you to your door.

You wanted to invite him in, but it was late, and you were still high on adrenaline from performing, and you didn't trust yourself not to drag him to your bed. If you were going to do this with him, you were going to do it the right way.

So, you settled for a simple goodnight kiss on his cheek before tucking yourself inside your home.

After he said goodbye to you at your apartment door, Bradley bolted upstairs to his.

Tonight, he's thankful that he is your upstairs neighbor and that he has a corner unit where his bedroom doesn't share a wall with anyone.

Why? Because of the way your name sinfully falls from his lips while he touches himself and selfishly chases his release.

He's been hard for you all evening, and your flirty touches in your car on the ride home coupled with the way your soft lips felt on his cheek had him spiraling as he fists his cock.

He cums hard, spurts of it painting his hand and abs with hot white streaks. As he comes down from his high and cleans himself up, Bradley can't help but think about how his cum would look splattered on your thigh tattoo or dripping out of you. He groans, already hardening at the thought of it.

After quelling the fires of his desire with a cold shower, Bradley slips between the sheets of his bed and thinks of you and how he could make the two of you something more.

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Can we have eboy ghost and jock soap??? Pls???????? I have your thigh bone and I will beat the shit out you with them.

Yes you absolutely can!! Also, they're college age in this because I refuse to write high schoolers. They meet at a party.

Soap had no idea why he decided to go to this concert. He had never heard of the band, but he had needed to get drunk and this seemed like a good idea.

The place was packed.

Lot of people wearing dark clothing and sunglasses. Several of them had tons of gothic makeup on that made them look earie in the flashing lights. Soap had worn a jacket that he kept zipped up and jeans.

This was a bad idea. He felt like he stood out and not in a fun way.

Whatever. Just find where the alcohol is. Just find where the alcohol is and get wasted.

Soap notice a man with a skull mask. It was plastic and only covered the top part of his face, the bottom half exposed to show where they used black makeup to make it look like his mouth stretched to his ears.

His eyes caught Soap, a stunning green and Soap could see the flash of teeth when he grinned.

"Need something?" Accent was clearly from Manchester, but there was something in it. An underlying current of cold.

"What are you offering?" Soap tried to seem confident, still working to blend in.

The masked man tilted his head a little before laughing. "You're new. Can tell. You reek of fucking poser. And what's with the accent?"

Soap paused, getting whiplash. "Uh..." A hand fell on his shoulder and he almost jumped out of his skin.

Tall. This guy was fucking tall. "Tommy, stop being a dick. And you look like a loser wearing that mask."

"Get fucked, Simon." The guy hissed and stalked off.

Soap quickly pulled away and looked up. Shaggy dark hair, earrings and thick makeup around his eyes. The black shirt he wore hung tight to him and the rings he had on looked rather nice next to his tattooed arms. "Don't let him be mean to you. He's a pain in the ass." Same accent.

"You know him?"

"Unfortunately," Simon said it with the biggest fucking sigh, "he's my little brother. So don't be mean to him either. Hate to have kick your ass." He was smoking something and it definitely did not smell like a cigarette.

Soap was standing in front of one of the hottest guys he ever met after getting insulted and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. "Thanks for helping me out."

Simon shrugged, like this was something fun for him. If he was anything like Soap's older sisters, it might be. They made eye contact and Soap's stomach flipped.

"He was right though. You clearly don't really come to scenes very often. What brings you here tonight?"

Soap hesitated before sighing. "Had a break up recently. Wanted to get my mind off of it."

"Ah." Simon took a drag again before smiling. "Don't take anything else here. Mostly cheap party drugs that barely do anything." He said that while offering the joint to him.

Soap really shouldn't. It's not that he was above occasionally smoking weed or anything, but he didn't know this guy and had no clue if it was laced.

"Sure." He took it from him anyway though he kept it light, his eyes flicking over to see if there was some trick

Simon just took it back and they traded it back and forth before he eventually led Soap away from where they were as it got packed. His hand ended up on Soap's lower back somehow.

"So. When you're not trying to get over a break up and going to parties, what do you do?" Simon looked so genuinely curious and Soap liked the attention.

"Promise not to call you a poser?"

"Love. You are a poser." Simon laughed. "Won't hold it against you though."

Love? Love?

"I'm a football player. In college. The local one."

"Oh. I go there."

"I wonder how we've never met."

"I don't hang out with football players and I definitely don't dress like this. I also don't talk to strangers." Simon rather obviously looked him up and down. "Makes sense. You have a football player build."

"You're pretty fit yourself..." Soap decided to skip over the comment about not hanging out with football players.

Simon stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowing and Soap stared back. Such dark eyes. It felt like he got lost in them.

"Ever heard of shotgunning?"

"No. Can't say I have." Soap blinked up at him and Simon grinned.

"Want me to show you?"

Soap nodded before really thinking about it. Simon took a drag and then kissed him. Soap froze up but opened his mouth, feeling the smoke fill his lungs. Simon kissed him for way longer than necessary.

"Fun?"

"Y-yeah. Think we can do this again sometime?"

"Hmmm.... Still don't hang out with football players... But I guess I can make an exception for you." Simon had barely pulled away. Their noses were still touching.

"Maybe I can convince you to come to one of my games?"

"A bunch of guys throwing themselves at each other and kicking a ball around...." Simon said it so disparagingly, but that wasn't a no. Soap kept smiling at him and he sighed. "Maybe. You're lucky you're pretty." He pulled away.

Pretty?

"Forget about who you came here to forget?"

"Yeah. I think I did."

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley #I swear they act cringe on purpose #I made them a little cringe #It's an eboy x jock fic its gotta be

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knottyk · 2 years

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Rockstar Babies

im so so sooooo sorry this took so long, anon!! (this was sitting in my inbox for over a month omg 😭) ok i give u permission to slap me once...maybe twice. HAHAHAH anyway, i hope this lives up to ur request ♡ ps. yes this is a repost

summary: ava and hunter watching eddie perform for the first time

tags: fluff, mama!reader x papa!eddie, kids and wholesome stuff ☁️

ava and hunter

The hotel room was bubbling with giggles and the springs of the bed creaked under the weight of two jumping kids. Though you weren't in the comfort of your own home, Ava and Hunter didn't let that get in the way of their fun.

You were busy stuffing your bag with the necessities: extra clothes, snacks, little toys and the works.

Tonight was a big night for all four of you. Eddie was having one of Corroded Coffin's most anticipated shows while Ava and Hunter would be their dad in action for the first time. You on the other hand were full of jitters and what ifs clouding your mind.

What if it feels too much for the kids? What if Eddie can't focus because of you? because of them? Plus, metal isn't really featured on the kids' radio, are they? Quite frankly, they hadn't been exposed to Eddie's music too much.

"Mama, quick we're gonna be late!" Ava huffed, exhausted from jumping up and down on the bed.

Hunter had long retired from bouncing and was now resting on the headboard, watching his sister with a toothy grin. "Late! Late!" He echoed.

You laugh at their eagerness and slung the well secured bag on your shoulders. "Well, I'm all dressed up. You guys are still barefoot." You teased.

Ava was the first to run to the door where her sparkly pink shoes rested, sitting carelessly on the carpeted floor as she stuffed her tiny feet in. Hunter followed and grabbed on his sister's hair to maintain his balance as he tried to fit into his shoe.

She was unfazed, focused on the task at hand while you gingerly ran to catch Hunter's hand off her well-styled hair. "Okay, big boy. Mama's got you."

What felt like thirty minutes passed and you were finally on the way to the concert venue. You didn't want to be there early but now, you were late. The show had probably started ten or so minutes ago.

With Hunter suddenly turning fussy in the car, you couldn't find the time to call Eddie and let him know you were gonna be late.

Upon arriving the venue, you thanked the driver before zooming to the entrance with Hunter cradled in one arm and your other hand holding Ava's.

You were about to go the general entrance when an orange-haired woman called your name. She had three lanyards around her hand and an identical one hung around her neck.

"Lydia, nice to meet you." She handed you the IDs. "Cory's pretty busy in there so he sent me to get you guys." Cory was Corroded Coffin's long time manager who you've met multiple times before.

You could hear the vibrations from within the building when she crouched to level with Ava who was now hiding behind your legs, her puffy skirt poking out. "Hi pretty girl, your outfit is totally metal."

Ava caught her skirt between her fingers, playing with the material with a shy smile on her face. "Thank you." She let out a small voice.

You bounced your little boy on your hip and let him play with the lace of your pass. "And this is Hunter."

"Nice to meet you, sir Hunter." She extended two fingers towards him and he gladly accepted her gesture for a handshake.

The two of you shared a look and chuckled to yourselves. Lydia ushered you in through a door that led backstage. She grabbed two pairs of ear mufflers from the desk and handed it to you.

She slid one on Ava's head and you put the other one on Hunter's. "Okay, you guys can stay here for a bit and we can go back to the mixing room whenever. Just call me." She did a call hand sign, yelling over the music.

Your whole body rumbled with vibrations and you were afraid that it would be too much for the kids but looking over to Ava, you were surprised to see that she was already dancing to the beat of the drums emitting from the stage.

Hunter wiggled his was out of your grasp and ran to join his sister. You turned to Lydia and thanked her. "I think we'll stay here for a bit."

She was quick to nod and within a second, she was gone with a clipboard in her hand.

Other staff offered to assist and you made sure to stay out of the crew's way. Luckily, they let you stand beside the curtains and you were finally able to catch a glimpse of Eddie for the first time that night.

He had on a black muscle tee, ripped black jeans and a red plaid shirt wrapped around his waist along with some chain links. His hair was let loose and you could barely see the stud in his ear with all the frizz covering it.

"Papa!" The kids shrieked.

They jumped in excitement and Ava was the first to approach closer to the curtain. You grabbed her by the hand, letting her know the furthest she can step.

The band was now in the middle of their second song with Eddie's guitar solo coming up. He walked across the stage as he ripped through the solo, head thrown back and forth with his hair.

Ava and Hunter, was quick to mimic Eddie's actions, unbeknownst to him. They both held imaginary guitars while rocking their heads from side to side.

With Ava's all pink outfit and Hunter's squeaky shoes, they weren't hard to spot. From the corner of his eyes, Eddie finally noticed you and you gave a little wave as you locked eyes.

His eyes fell on the tiny rocking figures and he turned to face them as he continued with his riff.

His other bandmates noticed this and one of them comes out to invite both kids on stage. They hesitantly turned to you for permission and you turned to Eddie. He smiled and nodded and did the same to your kids, looking at you with puppy eyes.

With your signal, they both ran out and stopped to face Eddie who was now on one knee, fingers skilfully gliding on his guitar. The crowd went wild and all your inhibitions came melting down.

Hastily digging at your bag, you pulled out the camcorder and zoomed in at the precious moment unfolding before your eyes.

Ava and Hunter hopped around the stage with Eddie tailing close to them as he kept playing and despite the booming vibrations running through you, you could hear their giggles as they danced around their dad.

Once the song finished, Eddie quickly jogged to you, both kids in tow, and placed a quick kiss on your lips before putting the kids down.

"I thought you changed your mind. Thought you weren't gonna come."

Though visibly tired, Ava mimicked the high pitched sounds as she played her imaginary guitar while Hunter sloppily threw his chubby arms around in attempts to act out playing the drums. "We're rockstars!"

You giggled at the sight.

"Are you kidding?" You kissed him again. "We wouldn't miss it for the world."

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#dad!eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie x y/n #eddie imagine

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 14 days

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hey love your writing! Could you maybe do 9 and 14 with Dwayne please

9. I thought we were going out for dinner?

14. "I knew from the minute I saw you -" "What?" "That I had to bite you."

I hope you like this!

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"And don't come back until you succeeded!" My dad stood in the doorway, looking at me as I left for the boardwalk. I sighed - it was the same old discussion. The family business. I had to be a part of it, I was part of the family, was I not? And yet, being a part of the family and acting out there commands were to very different things.

Still, even if I didn't think I was ready, I had to try. Maybe tonight I'd succeed. So, even though I didn't like it, I had taken along my knife. And a switchblade. Some razorwire. A bit of ducttape. You know, the usual.

And yet, when I entered the boardwalk, I didn't think about what my family wanted. All I could do was enjoy the sights and sounds, and before I fully realised it, I was in line for the rollercoaster. Riding the carousel, dancing around with the crowd at the concert. I laughed, sang along, screamed - and forgot about the world back home. I danced with many people until one individual stood out from the crowd.

He was tall. Handsome, with a hint of danger around him. He looked at me, and I smiled. Yes. He'd be perfect. He continued to look at me as I danced, and when I moved away from the crowd, he followed.

"Nice moves."

I nodded, smiling. "The music was good." I said before introducing myself.

"Dwayne."

We walked together in silence for a moment when I - and I was certain he did as well - heard my stomach rumble.

"Do you want to get some dinner?" He asked.

"Yeah, that'd be great!" I smiled brightly, my fingers itching. Dinner was indeed great. I could maybe subdue him, ask him to come home with me for more, and then my family would see that I could carry on the family business...

He took me to his bike, a nice model, helped me onto the back and drove off. There was something about the way that he drove, with not a care in the world for speedlimits or trafficrules that made me wonder if he was more dangerous than I thought.

He drove for a while, passing the Santa Carla town border, entering the desert like surroundings of the town.

"I thought we were going out for dinner?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the rumble of the engine.

He chuckled. "We are."

I frowned. Something was off. Carefully, I loosened one of the arms I had around him, moving to grab my knife. I was prepared for anything now.

"Then where are we going?"

"You'll see. It's just a couple of miles out."

"Bullshit! There's nothing here. I'm not some dumb tourist, Dwayne!"

Suddenly, I flew forward, my face pressed against his back. He had stopped driving, stopping in the middle of the desert.

"No?"

"No." I jumped of the bike, my voice calm and collected.

"That's a shame. Tourists are more fun."

I shrugged. I remember my sister saying the same thing.

"Why?"

"They just are."

It was quiet for a moment, both of us staring at the other.

"You know, I knew from the minute I saw you-"

"What?" I asked, sounding unimpressed. I frowned in surprise as I saw his face transform from human to something somewhat demonic.

"That I had to bite you." He was about to run towards me, ready to bite my throat out, when I spoke up.

"Wait, wait, hold up! You kill people too?!"

He stopped. "What do you mean 'too'?"

"It's my family's thing." I shrugged. "You know, killing people. My dad even went so far as eating the meat, but after accidentally eating some brain he doesn't do that anymore."

Dwayne just looked at me, as if I had grown wings.

"And its actually kind of nice, to meet another killer who's not a member of the family? How did you get into it? Were you forced, or was it like an urge you always had or-?"

"Vampirism."

"Oh yeah, that-" I stopped, looking at him. "Wait, for real?"

He nodded.

"Ah, so it was an urge thing then. Oh, speaking off - my grandma always makes sure to collect the blood of our victims? So like, if you ever need to get some emergency blood, you know?"

"Why do you still assume you get out of this alive?"

I smiled. "Because we've been driving some time, and it's -" I checked my watch, "about ten minutes before sunrise. So you can either kill me and burn, or-"

"Or what?"

"Take me home and I will give you some blood."

Dwayne sighed, probably wondering how this happened and why - before nodding. I grinned, pointing him towards the family home, and dragging him inside the second we arrived.

"The basement is sun free. Do you need anything else, besides the blood?"

He shook his head, not saying anything as he went down. I couldn't help but grin as I looked through the fridge for a jar of blood. I might not have made my first kill, but at least I found someone who could maybe help me make my first one.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

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janicho88 · 8 months

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WIAFA Spoilers

Here are five snippets from four different future chapters. There is a _____ line in between the different scenes. Not going to lie, I'm excited to see some of the reactions to these.

Choosing not to mingle out in the atrium right now, you are the first one to arrive at your assigned table on the Moody Patio. With a quick glance, you notice you are free to pick whichever seat you want. Deciding upon one facing the stage at the front of the room. Sitting down you take the time to look around the elegantly decorated room and collect yourself. You aren’t afraid to say, you are slightly overwhelmed being at one of these events on your own.

A few people start to filter in the room as you look over to the door, hoping there might be a familiar face somewhere. Too caught up in the new faces, you don’t notice someone making there way over to the table behind you.

“Hi there. Are any of these seats claimed already?”

Quickly turning around you notice the well dressed gentleman pointing to the other chairs at your table. His question is forgotten as you are distracted by first his smile, and then his shining green eyes.

His smile fades slightly as he tries again, “is anyone sitting here?” This time he slightly moves the seat next to you, drawing you back to reality.

“Oh, sorry. No, noone else has been over here yet.”

“Do you mind if I take this one, darlin’?”

“No, go right ahead.”

“Thank you.”

You turn away willing the blush you can feel heating up your face to disappear.

“I’m Glen,” the stranger next to you holds out his hand to introduce himself once seated.

“Y/N, nice to meet you.”

“You also. Are you here with anyone?”

“No. I was actually supposed to accompany my brother, but he couldn’t make it last minute. He still wanted me to come. What about you?”

“Funny enough, I’m here with one of my sisters.”

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Jensen walks off stage and looks around the green room for you, but doesn’t see you anywhere. Jared is standing with Briana listening to the concert, so he heads over toward them.

“Hey, did she hear it?”

Bri bites her lip and looks at Jared before turning back to him, she pats his shoulder before walking away. “I’m going to go watch Kim with the band.”

“Where’s Y/N?”

“I’m sorry Jackles, she’s gone. She left right after she got off stage.”

“She back at the hotel?” He questions hopefully.

“No. She’s flying out tonight, she has some meeting in LA tomorrow. Sorry man. Ya know, I really didn’t need to hear you sing about sleeping with my sister. Didn’t need to know about you two doing that,” Jared tries to lighten things up for Jensen.

“ Really Jare, she had moved in with me. We’d been together a few years.”

“Yeah, but you were barely there before you left and she moved back in with me. So, I could tell myself you weren’t sleeping with my little sister.” He notices that his teasing isn’t helping his friend. “I’m really sorry Jay. You know the fans will post that everywhere. Maybe she’ll see the video.

With a sad shake of his head, Jensen heads over to the table where the alcohol was sitting and pours himself another glass.

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You arrive back at Jared and Gen’s an hour before the party is supposed to start so you can help with last minute preparations. Gen’s parent’s flight was delayed a few hours, and your parents went to pick them up from the airport on their way over instead. Jared is still acting a little funny while he watches you place the potatoes in the oven.

“Okay, what’s going on? You’re acting weird even for you.”

“What? No, you’re weird.”

“Spill it or I will get Tom so jacked up on sugar you won’t be sleeping tonight.”

“That’s just cruel,” he replies with a glare.

You give one right back.

“Alright, fine. I didn’t want you to back out of the party so I wasn’t going to tell you, but Ackles is coming.”

“I figured he was. Especially with others from Supernatural coming to town. I’ve gotten pretty good at avoiding.” Turning around you don’t see the grimace on Jared’s face.

“Um, the thing is…”

“Jare, I need your help for a minute!” Gen calls from their bedroom, interrupting him.

“Yeah, be there in a minute.”

“Now would be better.”

“Go, don’t upset pregnant Gen. We both know that’s not a good thing.” Ushering him out of the kitchen you go back to check on the meat for tonight.

“Fine, we’ll talk when I get back.”

That conversation never happens.

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He doesn’t want Claudia near Y/N, he doesn’t trust the woman next to him not to say anything that would upset his former girlfriend. Jensen could see that blowing up in his face.

The group Y/N is with seems to be having a great time, their laughter keeps getting louder. When Misha calls out to tease them about it Claudia leans up from her chair to quietly ask him where the restroom was. He’s not too sure why that had to be asked in a near whisper. He explains where it’s at and lets her leave on her own.

“How’s it going?” Jared asks.

“I can’t wait until someone else from the show gets here and they can deal with her. She keeps saying she doesn’t know anyone else and she doesn’t want me to leave her on her own. She didn’t want me to come here tonight. Instead, she was hoping I would take her downtown to a bar to hear live music. I don’t want to be a complete dick…”

“Oh but you’ve had so much practice with that lately,” Gen throws at him.

“I thought we were getting along better, Padalecki?”

“We are, somewhat. You aren’t completely forgiven so I still have to give you some grief for what you did.”

“Fine, knock yourself out. As I was saying, I don’t want to be a complete asshole.

“Maybe you should be an asshole, it drove Y/N away,” Misha chimes in this time.

“Not helping.”

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I should have told you before, I’m sorry. Jensen told me two days ago that Claudia was going to be in town and asked if she could come along.”

“You knew she was going to be here? Yeah, you really should have told me. I can't believe you were okay with him bringing her.”

“Y/N, y/n, wait a second.”

“Why? I guess I really didn’t have to worry about things going bad between you two. You pick him over me.”

“It’s not like that, will you please listen to me for a minute. I need to explain something.”

Just then a small SUV pulls into the driveway. You turn to Keegan, “is this our ride?”

“Yeah.”

“Great. Jared, I don’t want to hear it. We’re leaving.”

“Y/N, it’s not what you think it is.”

“Just leave me alone, I don’t want to see or talk to you right now. Go back to your party and your friends. They mean more to you than I do anyways.”

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The words are no sooner out of his mouth when everyone in the backyard hears tires squealing and the sound of vehicles colliding.

Jared sits up, eyes going wide at the sound, “she just left.”

Jensen knew he was referring to Y/N. ‘No, no,’ he thinks to himself. ‘That couldn’t have been her car.’

The two men are out of their seats and running to the front of the house. It doesn’t take long until others are following.

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#jensen x female!reader #when it all falls apart #jensen ackles #tw car accident

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marmorafarms · 1 year

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The Phone Call pt 1 Sebastian x cis female reader

Hello all! This is my first Stardew fic ever! It's going to be a three part fic, so if you enjoy it keep a look out for the next parts!

18+ ONLY

Summary: Sebastian is getting high and jerking off after a rough day. He gets a phone call from you, and things slowly get out of hand. He jerks off to the sound of your voice. You won't find out...right?

Warnings: Weed use, masturbation, cis female reader, Maru x Harvey mention

Enjoy!

He didn't mean for it to happen.

Really, he didn't! If he had known you were going to call, he wouldn't have put himself in such a compromising position. Sebastian respected you, and felt incredibly lucky you had deemed him worthy of friendship. But he knew that if you had any idea of what had just went down, you would never speak to him again.

The day had been rough. He was building a website for a client who kept changing his mind about what he wanted. It seemed like every day there was a new change, and today said client was upset that Sebastian was going to charge him extra for the logo he was demanding that he also design. Hell, his client had actually called him, which Sebastian had forbidden unless it was an emergency.

This was not an emergency.

And to top it off, Demetrius (who Sebastian referred to as "My mother's husband") had cornered him to give a lecture on how Sebastian should start "pulling his weight." What he meant by that was that Sebastian was going to have to start paying rent soon.

"Maru will too, right? She's also an adult with a job," Sebastian had spat out.

"She's applying for med school to become a doctor," Demetrius had said, eyes narrowed. "If she needs to live here rent free because she's saving up to start a worthwhile career, she can. You on the other hand–"

"My work is plenty worthwhile," Sebastian snarled. "At least I AM working. You're lucky my mom lets you sit around doing science experiments that are purely for your own amusement. I'll pay the rent because clearly this family is struggling for cash because you don't care enough to even attempt to get a job."

Demetrius looked about ready to blow, but Sebastian couldn't give less of a shit. He knew his mom would give him the "I'm not mad, just disappointed," speech later, and suggest they try out family counseling. Neither Sebastian or Demetrius was interested in this idea, but that didn't stop her from trying.

So now, Sebastian was in his room, door locked and with a towel stuffed underneath it. He was going to smoke his stress away, and didn't need anyone to smell his weed. Especially not Demetrius. His ugly ass would just call him a delinquent and tell him to follow Maru's example. Oh what Sebastian wouldn't give to tell him that Maru has been banging her boss in the back room meant for patients. His precious perfect daughter getting her guts rearranged by her superior who was 10 years her senior.

But for all the shit he talked about her, he would never snitch on Maru. Sure she was a pain, but she was still his sister. She was still the girl who would sneak to his room, cheeks stained with tears, asking if she could crash on his couch because her nightmares were keeping her awake. She was still the girl who had covered for him without being asked, when he had gone to Zuzu City for a concert and didn't come home until the next morning.

So yeah, he wasn't going to snitch.

He exhaled slowly, smoke leaving his lungs in a satisfying puff. His high was hitting him, which could only mean one thing. He was horny as fuck. Weed always made him horny, and tonight was no exception. He found his mind wandering, and it settled on you.

Typically it settled on Abigail, the girl he'd been pining for since high school. But for the past few months, you had taken her place. Your beautiful eyes, your sweet smile…your banging body.

God he could wax poetic about your body. He was an ass man all the way, and when he first caught sight of yours? He almost passed out on the spot. And that was just the beginning. For awhile, he'd only ever seen you in your work shirts. Sure he may have taken a peek at your chest, but what person into chicks wouldn't?

But then you showed up to the saloon. Abby had asked you to come play pool so you could meet her friends properly. And what had you decided to wear? A goddamn low cut crop top. It showed off exactly what Sebastian liked to see. He had actually lost the game of pool, since he was so distracted by your tits and midriff.

Your legs weren't half bad either and oh shit he was hard. But how could he not be when visions of you stripping your clothes off just for him were clouding his mind?

And it wasn't just you stripping that was in his mind. It wasn't the first time he had wondered what it would be like to fuck you, and it wouldn't be the last.

Sebastian wondered if you'd be submissive, squirming under his touch and panting his name, letting him do whatever he wanted. Or would you be the opposite? Pinning him to the bed, holding his wrists down while your hips moved against him. Getting on top, using him for your own pleasure and whoop that idea went directly to his dick.

He fumbled for the lube under his bed and pulled his cock out. No time to get his pants fully off, he needed this now. Somehow he had managed to snuff out his joint and put it in the ashtray, but couldn't recall when that had happened. Whatever, it wasn't important.

Sebastian slicked himself up, taking his time getting off. Tonight he wanted it slow, wanted to tease himself, wanted to–

Buzz buzz

Buzz Buzz

Who the fuck was calling him? He checked the caller ID and whoa! It was you! He frowned. You knew he didn't like phone calls. This must be important.

"Hey, everything good?" Sebastian asked as soon as he answered the call.

"Hmm? Oh! Yeah, everything is good. Something kind of weird happened, and I wanted to talk about it."

"Uhhh…okay," Sebastian said. For some reason his hand was still in his pants. And for some reason, he was still hard.

"So, I decided to go to the saloon today to pick on Shane," you said. "You know how we are, it's all in good fun. Anyway, Shane stopped our conversation to say that Clint was looking at me. Like, checking me out."

"Clint?" Sebastian asked. Clint usually only had eyes for Emily. You must've been wearing something hot for him to look. Without really thinking about it, Sebastian's hand began to move along his cock.

"Yeah!" You said, sounding shocked. "But that's not the end. I was heading home and Clint came up to me. He told me I looked really nice."

"Oh yeah?" Sebastian asked. "What were you wearing?"

As the words left his mouth, Sebastian suddenly realized what he was doing. He was jacking off thinking about you, while on the phone with you. Fuck! This was like, twelve types of not okay. You weren't aware of what he was doing! Zero consent. But as you continued to speak, he found he couldn't stop.

"Well, I was wearing those tiny shorts that Abby keeps insisting I wear. She says I look great in them but they show off a lot," You say shyly.

Sebastian gulps. Your ass probably looks amazing in them. If you bent over, would the bottom of your cheeks spill out a little? He shoves his hand into his mouth to mask his moan as he imagines it, hand flying fast over his cock. Fuck teasing himself, you were talking about wearing a skimpy outfit! And holy shit, your voice was hot.

"Mmm," Sebastian says, indicating he had heard you when he realized it was his turn to speak. "A-and your shirt?"

"You know that sparkly black crop top I have?"

Yes, he did know. It was low cut and skin tight. He could barely be around you when you wore it.

"Mmm yep," he choked out. You must've looked amazing. Body on display like that, he didn't blame Clint for being interested.

"Okay, I was wearing that. I also had on some heels that I haven't worn since I lived in Zuzu City."

Sweat was forming on his brow, and he couldn't believe you hadn't noticed his ragged breathing. The picture you were painting was so amazing. He could feel heat pooling in his groin, and he knew he was going to cum soon.

"So um, what did you say to Clint?"

"I said thanks, and then he asked if I had any other plans that night. Dude, he took a step closer to me, and was giving me bedroom eyes. Like the dumbass I am, I said no, and he invited me over."

"Wow," Sebastian breathed. He would've done the same honestly.

There was a pause.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, sounding concerned. "You've sounded a little strange tonight."

"I'm good, it's cool no worries," Sebastian said a little too fast. "You can keep talking."

"Well…okay." You said awkwardly. "I told him no thanks and practically ran away."

"You didn't want to…to get it on with him?"

"No," you said, and made a fake gagging sound. "I get the sense he's a stick it in and not take care of me kinda guy."

"How um, how would you want to be taken care of?" Sebastian asked. Fucking hell he was a pervert. Would you really even answer that?

"I'd want head for sure," you said casually. "But I bet he wouldn't know where the clit even is."

Yeah but I would, Sebastian thought. He'd treat you right. Head between your thighs, licking your clit with the flat of his tongue while thrusting his fingers in and out. You'd cry his name out and–

Sebastian's phone clattered to the floor as he came, stifling his cries as best he could. He could hear you calling his name out, clearly concerned. After a few moments, he shakily picked up his phone.

"Dropped my phone," he slurred out.

"You scared me!" You said in an accusing tone.

"Sorry," Sebastian said, coming down from his orgasm high. "I didn't mean to."

You sigh dramatically. "It's fine. But um, Clint said my axe would be ready tomorrow, and I really don't want to go to his place by myself after what just happened. Would you mind coming with me?"

"No problem," Sebastian said sleepily. "Come over whenever."

"Sweet," you said. "I'm going to bed now. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Sebastian said, and hung up. Suddenly it dawned on him what just happened, and a wave of shame washed over him. How the hell was he going to be able to look you in the eye?

That would be a problem for future Sebastian, he thought blearily. He'd figure something out. Hopefully.

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Dec. 2nd: A Metal Christmas Concert

Day 2: Helping each other with Chores/Going to a concert or a play together

Here is day two of @comp-lady’s December writing challenge! It’s the farthest I have ever gotten on a writing prompt challenge so this is a very exciting time. I’m feeling very inspired right now! :) Please leave any critique (in a nice way because I'm sensitive) but I would love feedback to become a better writer. <3

Warnings: Swearing (I think that’s it for this one, if not, let me know?) Word Counts: 1.6k+ Words Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

“What do you say about accompanying me to a special event tonight?” Y/n asked as she stopped in front of a certain curly-headed boy’s locker.

“I would love to accompany you to a special event tonight, what’s the occasion?” Eddie responded as he opened his locker to grab his English notebook.

“I have these tickets to a concert tonight for an artist that I know you’d love to see,” Y/n responded to not give any important information away. She reached down, intertwining her hands with Eddie’s pulling him towards Mrs. O’Donnell’s class.

“Fuck yeah baby, do I know them?”

“You definitely know them,” Y/n said, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before finding her desk. “And I think they’re pretty metal.”

“Yeah?” Eddie questioned, his mind feeling fuzzy and his cheeks warming up at her touch. “I can’t wait to see this concert then, baby.”

“Quiet down, students,” Mrs. O’Donnell interrupted. “Take a seat, Mr. Munson, we do not have all day.”

“You got it,” Eddie grumbled before sitting down as y/n giggled beside him.

As the school day finished, Y/n gave Eddie a quick kiss before quickly walking out of the school to get into her car. “Please be at my house by 6, Eds! I just need to get ready!”

“I’ll be there at 5:50, sweets!” Eddie responded as Y/n closed her car door to drive off.

As soon as she got home, Y/n ran up to her bedroom to change for the concert. “Sissy, which dress am I supposed to wear?” A soft voice said from her doorway.

“Give me one second, sweet girl! Let me finish getting dressed and I’ll meet you in your room to help you get your special dress on !”

Y/n dressed quickly and went into the restroom to quickly refresh her makeup from the day. Tonight was her five-year-old sister, Macy’s, Christmas recital. They had been learning Christmas carols and jingles for the past few weeks at school and she knew how excited her sister was for this performance.

“Okay, love bug! Let’s get you dressed,” Y/n said, clapping her hands as she walked into her sister’s room. “Mom is going to meet us at the school so we need to get dressed and eat a snack before we go. And I might also have one surprise for you too if you’re really good!”

“A surprise?! What is it sissy?!”

“Let’s get dressed first! I can’t tell you the surprise because it’s supposed to be a secret, silly goose!”

Y/n walked to her sister’s closet, pulling out a red and green sparkly dress that her Mom bought specifically for this occasion, and Christmas of course. Then, she reached into her sister’s sock drawer to grab the frilly socks to wear under her adorable Mary Jane’s.

“Here you go love bug,” Y/n said, spinning around to her sister. “Let’s get you all dressed up and fed so we can go to your concert!”

“Do you think I could be famous for my concerts one day?” Macy asked. “I want to be a rockstar like Eddie!”

“Macy Mace, I’m sure if you ask the rockstar himself, he might tell you all of his secrets so that you can be a rockstar just like him,” Y/n assured her sister as she got a PB&J ready for her. She was so happy with the fact that her Mom and sister got along with Eddie and they loved him almost as much as she did. As Macy began to munch on her sandwich, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Oh Macy girl, you better get the door, I think it might be your surprise!”

The little girl squealed before dropping her sandwich down on the table and running towards the front door. “Eddieeeee!” She yelled when the door was opened.

“Macy girl!” Eddie responded back just as enthusiastically.

“I missed you so much, do you like my pretty Christmas dress?” Macy asked Eddie as she twirled in front of him.

“You look like a sugarplum fairy, love bug,” Eddie said, his eyes crinkling with a smile as he repeated Y/n’s nickname for her sister.

“Macy Mace, let’s go finish your sandwich so we can go,” Y/n said, leaning on the doorway of the kitchen to watch the interaction unfold.

“Hey baby,” Eddie said, walking towards Y/n as Macy ran back into the kitchen.

“Hi,” Y/n whispered, reaching out to wrap her arms around Eddie before leaning up and giving him a kiss.

“Mm,” Eddie groaned, before breaking the kiss. “Are we dropping your sister off before the show tonight?”

“No baby, she’s coming with us! Ready to head out, love bug?”

“Yes, sissy!”

“Then let’s go, my loves!” Y/n yelled, grabbing her sister’s coat to help her put it on. After Macy was dressed, Y/n put on her own coat and grabbed Eddie’s hand. “Eds, we have to take my car so that Macy has her car seat. I’ll drive there if you drive us back?”

“Of course, baby,” Eddie mumbled, placing a quick peck on Y/n’s lips as he opened her door for her. “I’ll help Mace into her seat if you want to get the car started and warm?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/n said, sitting down in the driver’s seat. After Macy was situated and Eddie was in the passenger seat and buckled, Y/n took off down the road towards Hawkins Elementary School where the kindergarten class was set to perform with the rest of the grade school children. Once they were parked, Y/n looked over at Eddie to find a confused look in his eye.

“Why are we at the Elementary School?”

“To see my concert, duh,” Macy responded as she quickly unbuckled herself to get out of the car. “Sissy, let’s go, I have to make it to my classroom right now!”

“Okay, sweetie, let’s go,” Y/n said, unbuckling herself and getting out of the car. “Eds, can you go find three seats? My mom is supposed to meet us here so I promised to save her a seat.”

“Yeah, of course,” Eddie responded, still looking confused.

After dropping Macy off at her class, Y/n walked towards the auditorium to find Eddie. Due to the fact that he was wearing his normal attire of jeans, a Black Sabbath tee, and his Hellfire Club jean jacket, Y/n spotted him right away. “So the metal concert you wanted to take me to is your five-year-old sister’s Christmas program.”

“She promised me that it was a metal performance,” Y/n said, smiling as Eddie wrapped his arm around her.

“I was prepared for some Dio cover band outside of Hawkins, I’m sorry I’m dressed like a freak for this. If I had known, I would dressed more appropriately,” Eddie whispered, his insecurities oozing off of him.

“Baby, no,” Y/n said, turning to look at Eddie. “We don’t want you to change how you look. Macy was so excited for you to be here today. Do you know what she told me before she even knew you were coming? She asked me if I thought she could be famous for her concerts one day like you, Eds. We love you. You’re not a freak, these people just suck. I want you here just the way you are.”

“I love you,” Eddie said, putting his face in the crook of y/n’s neck and holding her tight.

“And I love you,” Y/n echoed, tightening her grip around Eddie. Before long, Y/n's mom showed up and the lights darkened as the kids walked out on stage to begin singing. 45 minutes later, after each class sang a couple of Christmas carols, the students were escorted off the stage. “Please pick up your students at the classrooms. That ends our Annual Christmas Recital, thank you for coming and please get home safely!”

“Honey, can you and Eddie bring Macy home? I need to go back to the hospital and finish my shift, I should be home around 10 o’clock tonight,” Y/n’s mom said as she began to pass out hugs.

“Of course, Mom,” Y/n responded, grabbing Eddie’s hand as they walked out of the auditorium. Together, they walked down the school’s hallways to Macy’s classroom. As soon as they spotted the door, they could hear the five-year-old shouting.

“No! I’m telling you, it was a metal performance!”

“No, it wasn’t,” One of her classmates responded. “Christmas songs are not metal.”

“Well they won’t be with that attitude,” Macy responded, as she looked over, she spotted her sister and Eddie in the doorway, her eyes lighting up. “Eddie, do you think Christmas songs can be metal?”

“When you perform them, love bug? They’re the most metal songs I’ve ever heard,” Eddie responded as he walked over to Macy and picked her up.

“See, Clara, I told you so,” Macy remarked. “See you later!”

Eddie, with Macy in his arms, walked over to Y/n before putting an arm around her shoulders and leading the crew out of the school and towards Y/n’s car.

“You did an incredible job tonight, little Miss,” Y/n said as she sat in the passenger seat and Edie buckled Macy in.

“Thank you sissy,” Macy said. “Eddie, how many times do I have to perform a concert before I am a rockstar like you?”

“Oh Mace,” Eddie said, his eyes becoming misty as he smiled. “You are already a rockstar, you’re probably a bigger rocker than I am!”

You think so?” Macy squealed. “Do you think I can perform with you, then?”

“I think that can be arranged,” Eddie responded as Y/n took his hand in hers and squeezed it.

“I love you,” Y/n whispered to the boy with shaky breaths beside her his emotions becoming too much.

“And I love you, baby.”

“What about me? I love you sissy and I love you Eddie,” Macy responded, feeling left out as they turned onto Y/n’s driveway.

“And I love you too, Macy girl,” Eddie responded, putting the car in park and turning to look at the five-year-old with soft eyes. “I love you guys so much.”

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