#our band is fucked don’t get me wrong but a part of me still loves it with a lot less cynicism than most of my friends n other band kids do

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#back on my super personal posting bs #last basketball game for the band tonight #augh and misery but at least it’s at Cool Big Semi Circle. Two hour drive at least tho. sigh. #if u from my state you know what I mean. actually wtv it’s obvious idfk Tacoma Dome moment lmaooo #man. last thing of band for the whole year kinda sucks ngl #our band is fucked don’t get me wrong but a part of me still loves it with a lot less cynicism than most of my friends n other band kids do #part of me is like yeah there’s stuff that sucks. but also this is where I’m meant to be and I’m having a good time #the reality is that our director sucks our band sucks nobody practices and we don’t really play well #but in my head #I’m doing well #i practice. a lot. because I like it #All my friends are here #I’m doing what my dad did in Highschool and being like him makes me really happy #which is especially why I’m switching to drumline next year to hopefully be on snare #I’m actually gonna kill myself if I get cymbals i fucking HATE cymbals I will fight my Director on this actually so hard #cus I don’t know shit about percussion #but my dad is a drummer and so is one of my senior friends who is sticking around after they graduate this year #and they’ve both agreed to teach me over the summer #so I’m gonna go fucking crazy hard into practicing so I can do percussion ensemble next year and do drumline too #I’m literally gonna dig in my trenches and fight tooth and nail to get what I want #and I’ve never really done that before #It really feels like I’m determined to prove myself worth of being a snare #not cymbals #not bass #snare #I feel like I was kind of always meant for this; I’ve just been putting it off yknow? #I’m the child of two divorced music majors #my dad is a drummer who was in band his whole life #he loves it. he loves it so much. #my parents moved to New York to chase their dreams and become musicians

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Interview: Lovejoy Are Taking the World by Storm, One Show at a Time

Lovejoy is in this article!

Lovejoy kicked off their highly anticipated Across The Pond Tour in May. The British rock band, who recently released their third EP “Wake Up & It’s Over,” played shows to adoring fans throughout the U.S. and Canada—wowing audiences with their rambunctious guitars and tell-all lyrics. Before their show at Boston’s Royale on June 2nd, Staff Writer, Elle Dickson sat down with the band to discuss new music and the highs and lows of tour.

SO HOW ARE Y’ALL DOING TODAY? 

Ash Kabosu: Doing good. We’re just plotting world domination at the moment. 

THAT FEELS RIGHT. HOW EXCITED ARE Y’ALL TO BE IN BOSTON?

Mark Boardman: We’ve never been.

AK: Joe loves Boston.

Wilbur Soot: It’s his favorite place in the world. 

AK: Which is why he’s not here, he’s off enjoying Boston. 

LOVELY, SO HOW HAS THE TOUR BEEN SO FAR FOR YOU GUYS?

WS: Very good. Very tiring.

AK: Wild. Yeah, really cool. Just like every end of the spectrum—it’s been amazing, but it’s also been awful at times. Yeah, it’s just been a big mixed bag.

WHAT HAVE BEEN YOUR FAVORITE PARTS OF THE TOUR SO FAR? 

AK: I really liked San Francisco! I think it gets a bad rap because everywhere else we went in the country, we’ve been telling people where we’ve been going, and they say, “Oh, be careful in San Francisco!” and we got there and it couldn’t be finer. There was nothing wrong—it was very pleasant, very green, a lot of fun, and there were lots of cool places to eat. I had a great time! 

MB: I think mine was [San Francisco] too. We have a good friend that lives out there, so it was nice to see them again.

AK: They showed us around, showed us some good food, and we got to see the sunset in a field overlooking the city.

MB: Then, the next day, they secretly opened for us—did an amazing show. They absolutely smashed it!

AK: Yeah, that show was great. It was a really good crowd... Austin, Texas was really cool. I think that was maybe my favorite show, just in terms of crowd and energy and everything. Yeah, it was huge. 

WS: It was daunting. 

AK: I had loads of fun in Nashville as well. That’s where we first went. We were there for a few days. We just went out to Broadway and went to a bunch of bars to listen to the country bands play. They were all just incredible—like it made me aware of the caliber of musicians and it made me nervous. I was like, “Fuck, we really gotta prove ourselves.” 

WS: Yeah, Nashville was really cool. 

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING TO KEEP THINGS FUN ON TOUR? 

WS: I attack Mark. 

MB: He’s been doing that since before tour. 

AK: Let the record show that I’m actually sitting between them now to prevent Will from harming Mark any further.

YOU GOTTA KEEP HIM SAFE BEFORE THE SHOW!

AK: Just his legs, he could probably beat the drum with your head. 

MB: I don’t know. I feel like I’d get brain damage first. 

THE EP IS STILL PRETTY YOUNG. HOW HAS THAT IMPACTED THE TOUR? 

AK: I’m very impressed with how the crowds have already learned the songs. I did not expect that. I thought there would be one or two stand-out songs or choruses that really resonate with people, but they’re singing every word and that's nuts. Like, that’s dedication that we don’t even deserve, and that's wonderful. 

WS: Yeah, it’s crazy. 

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE ONE OF YOUR SHOWS TO SOMEONE WHO’S NEVER BEEN TO ONE?

MB: Loud.

WS: Yeah. Very loud. It’s not even the sound system or the music—it’s literally just how loud the fans scream. 

AK: Our record was 120 decibels I think, in Texas, which is the equivalent of standing next to a jet engine. We have molded in-ears that we wear for playback while we perform, and if at any point I take mine out, it’s almost deafening.

WS: Every crew member that works in the venue has no idea what to expect then our sound guy tries to tell us–

AK: He tries to tell them, “It’s gonna be loud,” and they’re like “Okay.” Then they go, “Oh fuck, my ears!”

WS: They all put their earplugs in as well. It's ridiculous. 

WHAT ARE Y’ALLS FAVORITE SONGS TO PLAY?

MB: It’s gotta be “Portrait of a Blank Slate” for me. I think it’s really fun.

AK: Yeah, I really like playing “Portrait of a Blank Slate,” but it’s really hard for me to play, so the chances of me playing it well are low—but when I do, it feels really good. “Scum” is also really fun. It has our biggest build. The crowd also always goes wild for “Sex Sells,” so that’s really cool.

WS: “Call Me What You Like” is my favorite because I get to do a fun thing where I just talk.

#lovejoy #wilbur soot #ash kabosu #mark boardman #joe goldsmith #across the pond tour #articles

[thedvilsinthedetails]

rosekiller band au microfic pt4

heyyy guys pt4 is hereeeee

ok so this one is a bit shorter bc I’m a bit tired today but I rlly wanted to write it anyway so I did lol but it’s not been edited like at all so there may be typos pls point them out if u spot them so I can fix them tyyyy

yayyyyy I love this one

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Barty’s stomach flipped as Evan looked at him, stunned and stunning. Then the moment was broken and Evan turned his head to look at Dorcas who seemed to be fighting back a laugh. This was stupid fuck this was stupid.

“Did you know about this?”

Evan asked Dorcas who shook her head.

“First time I’ve heard about it.”

Stupid, STUPID. You’re so stupid Barty why would you go and say that. You should have said no when Marls suggested it, should have said no straight away.

“It’s um- to make a statement. Kiss on the stage to piss of Riddle but it’s fine you don’t have to-“

“It’s a good idea.”

Evan said quickly.

“Oh, yeah it was Marls’. Wouldn’t want to um…steal the credit.”

Wouldn’t want you to think that the idea of kissing you plays on repeat in my mind every second I’m awake. 

“Yeah. I um- I want to. I think it would be good-“

Brilliant actually it would be fucking brilliant Rosier.

Barty amended Evan’s statement.

“To make a big statement.”

“Yeah.”

Yeah. Yeah what other reason would there be Barty? What were you hoping for? Pathetic isn’t it. The way you would gladly lick the crumbs left on his plate if he asked you to. He doesn’t want to kiss you, he wants to piss of homophobes. Don’t forget that.

It was in fact too late for Barty to not forget that because all that was ringing in his ears was ‘I want to. I want to.’ Because honestly Barty was going to kiss Evan. Maybe for the only time ever in his life. But he was going to. He’d never even thought it a possibility before. 

•••

I figured out that this modern world is turning the wrong way round

There’s something about the way our bedsheets turn religion upside down

So we just have sex to solve all our problems

Let’s do it again

It had been Pandora’s idea for the kiss to happen during ‘cotton candy’ and everyone had immediately agreed. It was a stroke of genius really. Barty had originally thought it should take place in a love song, but that wasn’t what this kiss was about. This kiss was about the freedom, the liberation everyone deserved to be who they were, to test their limits and experiment and not be judged for being queer or straight or promiscuous or prudish. Cotton candy was just that. A call for sexual liberation, a call to stop demonising young people for living their lives.

And I wanna get stuck between your teeth like cotton candy

So you remember me darlin’

Barty turned his head to look at Evan. Their microphones were too far apart on separate sides of the stage, everyone hated it. He felt uncomfortable so far from Evan, they just performed better when they were up close together. The crowd had actually been pretty annoyed when they saw it at first. Still when he looked he saw Evan staring back at him. He cocked his head sideways, a silent, last minute ‘are you ready?’ Evan nodded. 

Im losing myself in you 

In you 

In you

In you 

In you

I know

Evan stopped playing the guitar and let it just hang around his neck as he took the microphone out of the stand. Barty watched him before taking his own mic out the stand too.

I’m losing myself in you

In you 

In you

In you 

In you

I know

They turned to face each other and Barty began to walk.

Leave me in the morning, although

I don’t wanna be on my own

They met somewhere in the middle of the stage and suddenly the scream of the crowd dulled and the music stopped and for a moment there was nothing except Evan. Evan Evan Evan. His eyes staring straight into Barty’s. The hushed sound of their soft harmonies. The warmth of his breath dusting Barty’s face as they pressed their foreheads together.

I’m losing myself in you

In you

In you 

In you 

In you 

I know.

And they kissed. The crowd screamed. And suddenly the world was filled with colour even though Barty had his eyes screwed shut. Kissing Evan was like…fuck Barty was no wordsmith, Regulus and Pandora wrote their songs. But kissing Evan was everything. He tasted sweet and minty like the gum he’d chewed right before the show. His hand was warm and calloused and currently threaded through the hair at the base of Barty’s neck, tilting his head up just so.

The instrumental was over, they’d missed their cue. Barty didn’t care. They kept on kissing till the song faded to a close and even then kept going till the clap of the crowd died down. They softly broke away but Barty couldn’t hide the grin that broke onto his face. Evan just grinned right back.

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AHHH YAY OK I LOVE THIS SONG CAN I JUST START BY SAYING THAT

Watch the music video for this song (cotton candy by YUNGBLUD)

LOOK AT THE SKIRT HE WEARS AND TELL ME BARTY WOULDNT WEAR THAT

Also what do we thinkkkkk they finally kissed!!!!!!

Ayyyyyy

ok stay tuned for the FIFTH and FINAL part (probs gonna be released tmrw hehe)

Also I’m probably gonna put this on ao3 btw, not gonna change it bc I don’t have the patience to properly lengthen it (at least rn, ig u never rlly know) but it’s just like if ppl want to bookmark it or reread or whatever it’ll probs be easier

ANYWAY LMK WHAT U THOUGHT

😘BYEEEEE

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[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part nine

Part Eight

Part Nine: Smut/Unedited

A line of unmarked black cars cascaded up the winding driveway of our estate. A parade of cars that seemed like an ominous omen of what was to come next. I stand there, looking out the gigantic circular window overlooking the front lawn, my eyes tired from the night before. Colby Brock had called in his associates for whatever he had planned to do next.

Regardless of the consequences.

I shake the thought from my head as a quiet voice comes from behind me. 

“Are you ready?”

Sam rasps, his hand on the small of my back. I glance over my shoulder and breathe a deep sigh. He looked at me slowly, noting what I was wearing. A pair of skinny jeans, oxfords, and a blue sweater. Kris had put my hair up in a half up and down look, the updo part supported by a blue bow, which looked like something Belle from Beauty and the Beast would wear. It was a more casual look but I figured I didn’t need to dress up for whatever revenge plot Colby was cooking up. It was clothing that I would’ve worn before my new life started a year ago.

Clothing that felt more like me for the first time in so long.

I nod feebly and turn to face him, our eyes meeting. For a moment he allowed his eyes to drift to my stomach, the nonexistent baby bump was almost enough for me to believe I’d dreamed everything up. But the blood test I’d taken confirmed it, I was pregnant.

I was pregnant with Colby Brock’s baby.

Though no one could tell yet, it was still too early. A look moves to Sam’s face as he reaches forward to place a hand on the side of my face. For a moment I froze, because he never touched me like this. He breathes a deep sigh, his thumb lightly grazing my cheekbone. He swallows hard when he sees the look of confusion move to my eyes and then he moves his hand from me. It looks like there’s something he wants to tell me, but he doesn’t. It's the same look that I’d seen once or twice throughout the duration of my first year of marriage. My marriage to his best friend and adopted brother. 

“Sam? Is something wrong?”

I ask. Genuine concern starts to overtake me as I look at him. I don’t know what’s got him being like this with me. I don’t know if it's because he found out I was pregnant two days ago and he was being a protective friend or if he knew something I didn’t know. Whatever it was, it caused me great pain to see him looking at me like this. 

At first he doesn't respond, only takes my hands in his, his thumb tracing over the wedding ring and wedding band that I haven’t taken off since I got married. He traces the gaudy design in silence for several minutes before he dares to look up at me. 

“Colby is so lucky to have you...”

He sounds almost bitter when he says this. 

“... He’s always been so careless when it comes to loving someone. Always seemed to be in it for the sex and he didn’t care who he fucked over in the process. He’s hurt a lot of people in pursuit of his own desires, but with you…”

He pauses once more, his hands gripping mine a little firmer. As if to drive his point home. 

“... With you he’s been so different. But if he ever does anything to hurt you again I don’t think I could forgive him. I love him too much to let him make that mistake and I love you too much to let him treat you that way…”

At first I think he’s saying he loves me like a sister-in-law, but when he looks at me he continues speaking.

“... Over the past seven months, when Colby got distant with you, when we started spending everyday together hanging out, that’s when I fell for you. When you came home from that event sobbing I wanted to hit him, seeing you upset because of him, drove me insane. I love you and I just wanted to say it out loud once.”

His admission causes my heart to skip a beat and for shock to reach my face. For a few minutes neither of us speaks as we study each other closely. I don’t know what has brought this on, but I knew that we didn’t have the time to get into this now. I knew that I didn’t feel the same way about him. Even if he was one of the best people I’d ever known, Colby was my person and nothing was going to change that. 

“Sam, I’m sorry. I-”

I attempt to say, but he cuts me off with a small smile.

“I know you love him and I know that it was wrong for me to get those feelings. I will deal with my shit, but I just wanted you to know because keeping it to myself had been really fucking hard Emilia.”

I smile back at him and give his hands a firm squeeze this time. Sam had become the brother I always wanted and I felt bad that this had happened. But I was glad that he understood how I felt. 

“I already told Colby.”

He rasps quietly, his eyes on the ground in shame. I feel my stomach drop for a moment as I try to mentally picture how my husband handled that conversation. 

“Oh?”

Is all I can manage in response, my eyes searching Sam’s face for any sort of indication of how it went. Especially since Colby hadn’t bothered to tell me what his best friend and adopted brother had said. Sam sighs moving his hands from mine to swoop his bangs to the side, exposing a black and blue fist sized bruise on the side of his head. My jaw drops as my hands move to my mouth in shock. I only get a good look at it for a second before he swoops his bangs back into place. 

“I’m sorry he hurt you.”

I manage softly, his shoulders shrugging like it’s no big deal. 

“Can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same thing if another guy who was close with my wife told me he was in love with her. I’m sorry to spring things on you. I just had to get it off of my chest.”

I give him another small smile as Celina’s voice carries up the stairs, my eyes meeting hers at the bottom when I look around Sam. 

“Get down here you two.”

He breathes a sigh and extends his arm to link with mine so we can go down the stairs. When I link with him, he makes sure to slowly guide me down the stairs. 

“You know I’m not that pregnant that I can’t manage the stairs.”

I whisper to him, with a playful grin on my face. He rolls his eyes and smiles back. 

“You’re literally carrying precious cargo. I’m not risking you tripping down these stairs. I’m already on Colby’s shit list and that’s the last thing I need.”

I can’t help but laugh at the logic, a deep hearty laugh that I needed to release after that brief moment of tension up stairs. A laugh that Sam returns. However, my husband’s face looks less enthused when we reach the bottom of the stairs and he sees us both cracking up. Jealousy seems to find a home in his eyes when Sam and I unlink arms and I make my way over to him. He stares at his brother for a few seconds before leaning down to press his lips to mine. Pulling my body in against his as he deepens the kiss. Putting on a show in front of his brother as if to say ‘she’s mine’. I break the kiss when I realize what he’s doing and our eyes meet. 

“Colbs. Everyone already knows who I belong to.”

I whisper just for him to hear, his eyes fixated on me. His breathing is uneven and I can see the lust burning deep within him. He likes it when I say that I belong to him, likes it even better when I say it and he’s deep inside of me. I smirk up at him, through innocent eyes that seem to taunt him. 

“Baby, you’re playing a dangerous game…”

He growls back at me, as quietly as I had spoken moments before.

“... When this meeting is over. I’m going to fuck you so hard you never doubt who you belong to.”

A chill moves up my spine at his words, but I don’t let any physical reaction show as I take a step back. I look over my shoulder, into the living room and sigh when I look at his friends who’d come today. All of them were doing their own thing, Sam just now joining them. I didn’t know why Colby had invited Corey, Johnnie, Jake, and Nate, but I didn't question it. He told me not to, so I didn’t. I knew that I needed to keep my head down and focus on our baby, not whatever was up his sleeve. 

“Hey Kris and Celina?”

Colby asks, the two girls moving from the living room where everyone else is. Joining us as Colby takes a step back from me. 

“Do you think you two could distract my wife for a few hours? I have an important meeting I’m going to be holding in my office. I don’t want her getting any ideas about eavesdropping.”

He shoots me a playful look before turning his attention to the girls. They answer him back with friendly ‘sures’ and he gives me one last kiss on the forehead before going into the living room. He tells the guys they’re going to be going into his office and they all leave without so much as a second glance. Leaving us all alone. 

“Anyone feel like that was a little sexist?”

Kris jokes, Celina and I laughing. It felt weird for sure. Why would I need to be distracted? Was this work related? What did he need to talk about that I couldn’t hear about? I tried to consider that maybe he was just trying to keep me from stressing out and that’s why he didn’t want me near the meeting. I look at the girls and smile. I can’t think of what to say to them, suddenly feeling awkward, so I decide to try and get out of the house. 

“Anyone want to go for a walk? I’ve lived here for over a year and I still haven’t seen all of the grounds. It might be nice to make this place feel more like a home.” 

Celina looks from me to Kris with a look of suspicion. Knowing full well that this home felt more like a museum I was forced to stay in than a real home. 

“We can, but I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.” 

Celina says, her eyes narrowing at me for a moment. She can see right through me and I’m too excited to not say anything. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

I say with a small smile, hoping they don’t judge me too harshly. They might not have said it out loud, but I’d seen the looks they’d give Colby when he was an ass. They’d seen the way that he treated me and they’d seen how hard this adjustment had been. Now, having a baby just took that adjustment up several notches. 

They both look at me in genuine shock. Both faces look serious as they process what I’ve said. Something that makes me wish I hadn’t said anything at all. My smiles fades and I look at the two of them feeling any joy I felt flee. 

“Is he going to step up?” 

Is all Kris asks, her face slightly more sympathetic now that she sees how the joy I’d been feeling has faded. 

“He says that he is.” 

My voice replies, sounding small and slightly ashamed. They probably thought I was ridiculous for being excited for even a moment. They knew that our relationship had been volatile at times. They knew that the main focus of our relationship was sex, but they didn’t know that it was loving too. That was something that we hadn’t been great at showing others, it was even harder when Colby pulled his latest bullshit. I realize they were right to be weary and I have to remind myself to be weary too. I have to remind myself that he still needed to prove himself to me. 

“He better or Sam might kill him...”

Celina states, more to herself than anyone else, a statement that earns a look from Kris. A look that tells me they were well aware of how Sam felt about me.

“Did he tell you guys?”

I ask, my voice unable to hide the shock I feel. Did everyone know about this before I did?

“...We’re really close friends and we have been for the past five years. Colby’s always been distant and doing his own thing, but Sam is the reason we started working here. He’s the only one who’s ever taken the time to actually talk to us and not just boss us around.” 

Mentally, I think back to every interaction Colby has had with both Kris and Celina and realize, to my horror, that they were right. He didn’t treat them like friends, even if he let them come over and spend time with me or Sam. He kept everyone at arm’s length until he needed something from them. A thought that I’d had on more than one occasion. 

About my own relationship with him.

“I’m sorry.”

I whisper, feeling selfish and idiotic. I couldn’t understand how I could quickly forget his shortcomings. Was I willingly allowing him to treat the people I cared about like this? What would I do if he was like this with our child? 

“You don’t need to say sorry. We’re sorry for being negative. We are happy for you and I know that you’re going to be an amazing mom.We just want him to be better for you.”

Kris says this hopefully, as if her words can take away the mixed emotions falling over me. My eyes meet both of the women standing in front of me, their eyes more sympathetic with fake encouragement laced on their face and suddenly I don’t want to hangout with anyone anymore. Regardless of what Kris had just said to me. Suddenly I just want to go upstairs and cry myself to sleep. 

–

Everyone leaves eight hours later. 

The house is eerily quiet as I stood in the kitchen all alone. I’d sent Celina and Kris home for dinner, along with our kitchen staff. I didn’t like relying on other people to do everything for me. It didn’t feel right, I used to cook for my dad every night. I used to clean for fun (all while listening to my cleaning playlist on my phone). I used to do so much more than be a doll who dressed up and did what she was told. So I stood in the kitchen with cooked jumbo shells and a bowl of ricotta filling. It had been so long since I made stuffed shells and it made me think of my dad. It was his favorite thing I cooked. The thought of him tugs at my heartstrings, my eyes watering as I fill the shells up and start lining them in the pan. I hum to myself to fill the silence and fall into a steady pace as I fill the pan. Once I’ve filled it with the shells, I open the tomato sauce and cover the shells and add the mozzarella on top. I slide the food into the oven and breathe a deep sigh.

“Okay, now it just needs to cook for 25 minutes.”

I whisper to myself, my focus turning to the sink behind me. I begin to wash the dishes I’ve dirtied when I hear a loud sound come from behind me. The sound of voices shouting from behind a closed door. I want to investigate but know that I can’t leave the food unwatched. I breathe another deep sigh and dry my hands off. Grabbing the pot holders I slide them on and take the food out of the oven. Once it’s safely out and set on top of the stove I investigate the sound of shouting I’d heard before. 

Down the long corridor connecting that leads out of the kitchen is Colby’s office door, which is where the sounds of shouting were coming from. The rest of the guests had left over an hour ago, but Sam had remained in the office. From where I am standing I can’t quite make out what is being said, but the muffled voices are booming from the otherside. Out of curiosity I place my ear against the door, my focus on whatever words I can pick up. 

“This will work Sam!”

Colby’s voice sounds like venom when he speaks, each letter biting.

“If we follow the plan then Emilia’s father will be safe. We just have to get him to the safe house.  If we take away the leverage they have over her then that’s a start. We just have to plan how it won’t get tracked back to us.”

I feel my heart start to beat in my chest when I hear the sound of Colby’s voice talking about my father. What were they planning? I hear Sam sigh, his voice tired as if they’d gone over what to do for hours.

“I think the plan of attack needs to come from me. Mom and dad have always been blind to any of the things I’ve done that are unsavory. They act like I'm an angel or something, but it’s my fault that we are even in this position in the first place.” 

My heartbeat quickens when I hear him say this. From the other side of the door I hear Colby breathe a deep sigh. A dangerous growl that seems to indicate that he’s on the verge of losing it on his brother. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He asks Sam in confusion. Sam lets out a bitter laugh, like he’s uncomfortable with what he’s going to admit to.

“Mom and dad let it slip that someone stole money from them. They needed someone to scare the person who owed them money. They didn’t go to you because they’ve been pissed at you since you went blabbing to some reporter when you were drunk at the bar. So, they sent me out. Gave me a gun that is identical to a real gun and I broke into some guy's house and intended on scaring him into paying mom and dad back. His daughter came home and started begging for me not to hurt him. She’d just come home from a night class and she looked so fucking scared and I didn’t mean to scare her. But then she offered herself up to spare his life and I had an idea. Mom and dad had been planning to put you in an arranged marriage for months and when I saw her. This beautiful, green-eyed, sweet little thing I knew that she would be perfect for you.”

I feel sick hearing Sam speak. The night replaying in my mind. The night I’d come home and saw a masked man with a gun to my father’s head. The blue eyes that had looked back at me as I offered myself up to save my dad. The man who laughed in my face and told me he knew what he was going to do with me was Sam. 

The Sam that held me through the roughest moments of my life. Who’d become my best friend here. The man who’d told me he was in love with me hours ago. He was the reason I was here now. He was the reason I entered into this marriage. He was the reason for all of it and it made me sick. Because I trusted him more than anything and he’d done this. I cover my mouth to hold in the tears that escape me. 

“You helped cause all of this?”

Colby asks in disbelief. Shock is laced into his words and I can only imagine the look he’s giving his brother. Whatever he’s doing Sam is quick to defend himself. 

“You should be thanking me. Honestly, she’s perfect for you and for our family. When I saw her I knew you’d like her. She’s your type only better because she’s not a random skank who is going to ruin our family’s image. She’s perfect, beautiful, kind, and you wouldn’t be with her had I not made an executive decision.”

I feel sick. My stomach turns and I don’t know how to feel. Yes, I’d met the love of my life because of Sam. But my dad, my entire world, was getting hurt because of it. I keep my mouth covered as Sam speaks again. 

“Remember what I did for you the next time your fucking her sweet little pussy. Remember what I did for you whenever the tabloids have something nice to say about you for once. And remember that, had it not been for me, you would’ve ended up with someone who wouldn’t have played by the rules. Our sweet little Emilia is the only one who could’ve gotten us here. She’s bringing new life to our family and it’s all because I made it so.” 

The way he says our makes the hair on my neck stand on end. Like they both own me. With shaking hands I go to grab the door knob, my hand resting on the cold gold for a moment. Colby says something harsh to Sam, but I can’t bring myself to listen to the words. Instead, I move my hand from the door knob and walk away. 

Clinging to the wall of the corridor I retreat back to the kitchen. I put the food back into the oven and stood there in utter shock. I hear the office door open and the shouting resumes, but travels away from me. As if Colby is kicking Sam out for the night. The front door slams so loud that it almost feels like the house is going to crumble around it. I tremble as I hear Colby’s feet travel down the hallway. 

“My love?”

He calls, when he’s unsure of where I’ve gone. With a shaking breath I reply out of fear of worrying him. 

“I’m in the kitchen.”

I call back lifelessly. All I can do is think of Sam’s eyes. Now when I picture his pale blue eyes I can see it. 

I can see that night. 

How could I not see it before? How could I have spent so much time being with him and getting to know him and not see it? We’d spent nearly every day together for well over a year and I had no idea. He had been so scared the night he found the severed ear of my father. He had held me through any of the loneliness I’d felt with Colby. And he’d been so kind to me whenever I needed it, but it was him. This entire thing happened because he was doing what mommy and daddy wanted him to do. He’d threatened my dad and used me as collateral for his family image. Used my dad as leverage for whenever I didn’t do as I was told. Suddenly I didn’t know if I could ever face Sam again. How could he have said he loved me earlier when he’d done all of this? All of this without telling me? Maybe we could’ve moved past this if he’d been honest with me from the beginning, before the maiming of my father. Before he’d got his hooks in me and befriended me. I can’t stop the tears from hitting me, even as Colby enters the room, his eyes finding me. Without saying a word he knows that I know everything that was said. He can tell that I’m utterly devastated and betrayed. The same look that he wears on his face mirrors mine. We’d both been played by Sam. 

“Emilia-I-I’m so sorry-”

I cut him off by placing my hand in front of me, gesturing for him to stop. He sounds so broken when he speaks and the tears in his eyes are legitimate as he takes a step forward. Without saying anything I pull him in for a hug and bury my head in his chest. I hold onto him tightly as if hugging him could take away the pain of this newest discovery. He holds onto me too, his head on top of mine.

“... It’s okay baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you.”

His nod to our unborn child makes my heart swell, my arms squeezing him firmly. We remain like this for several minutes before I dare to pull back and look at him. His blue eyes are filled with concern as we look at each other. He’s unsure of what to do or say. 

Because he knew nothing he said could change what happened. 

“I’m cooking dinner.” 

I rasp when I can’t think of anything else to say. I didn’t even know how to unpack every single emotion washing over me. He gives me the smallest smile and places his hands on either side of my face, his thumbs brushing the stray tears away. 

“How much of that did you hear?”

He asks. 

“From when you started talking about a safe house for my father. I heard what Sam said. I heard all of it.”

A nod is all he gives me at first as he mulls over what to say next. 

“He’s going to be staying with some friends for the time being. I told him we both need space to process everything.”

It’s my turn to nod and process. Suddenly I’m thankful that he’s being level headed for the both of us. We both felt betrayed and it was all so raw right now. Space would be the best thing for everyone involved. Even though a small part of me wanted to slap him for saying what he said and doing what he did. 

“Now, what do you need from me?”

He asks, trying to do whatever he can to help me through this. I pondered the question for a moment before deciding on what I needed at this moment. Here, in his arms and with these feelings that felt like they were going to break me into a thousand pieces, I needed a distraction. I needed him to distract me and make me feel something else. 

Anything else but this.

“I need you.”

The desperation in my voice gives my desires away immediately. For a second my husband looks down at me in confusion, only to replace the expression with a dark look of desire.

“How do you need me?”

He asks, his voice deeper as he leans down to press his lips to mine. He deepens the kiss instantly, his tongue in my mouth. I can feel that he needs this distraction too. That he’s hurting as much as I am and in need of reprieve. I feel his hands move to my waist as he lifts me up off of the floor to the counter top. He spreads my jean covered legs apart and stands between them as his hands find my hair. His lips never seem to leave mine, not even when he needs to take a breath. 

“I need you to fuck me, so hard I never doubt that it’s you I belong to.”

Repeating his prior words towards me is enough to send him spinning. He pulls my body in against his, removing what little space had been between the both of us. The way his hands tangle in my hair and the gentle pull they give me is almost too much to bear. I can feel myself getting wetter the longer we remain like this. 

“How long does that have to cook for?”

He asks, wanting to know how long we have before the oven interrupts us. I can’t help but giggle when he says this, amused by the question. An action that causes him to groan against my lips. 

“20 minutes.”

Is all I reply as he lifts me off of the kitchen counter. He guides us to the kitchen table, staring down at me for a moment before his hands move to the button of my jeans. He undoes them and slowly drags them down my body, pulling them off with my pair of oxfords. My clothing gets tossed to the floor without any consideration, his hands moving to my underwear. A smirk finds his lips when he sees how wet I am. 

“Fuck.”

He groans when he pulls the underwear down my legs, eyes fixated on my arousal. The care he’d put into tossing my clothing away is the same with my underwear, adding them to the pile. I can’t look away from him as he watches me. Quietly debating what he wants to do next. He turns his attention to the sweater I was still wearing. He gets on top of me on the table, his lips finding mine once more as he kisses me, I feel the ghost of his hands moving the sweater up my torso. He’s so gentle as he does this that it causes a chill to move up my spine. Goose bumps form on my arms as he pulls my sleaves off of me. He pauses his kisses long enough to lift the sweater over my head and off of my body. I hear the fabric fall to the floor, and I can’t help but whimper at the loss of his lips as he starts to kiss down my neck. His lips travel down my throat and to my chest, kissing up to the valley between my breasts. 

Our eyes lock as he uses his teeth to unclasp the front of my strapless bra, removing the last peice of fabric on my body. Once the bra is gone he continues kissing down the valley of my breasts, stopping on ly when he decides to give my left nipple attention. He uses his mouth to suck the sensitive bud of my breast, his free hand carefully messaging the other breast. My body arches into him as he does this relentless assult on my breasts. I knew if this lasted too much longer I would cum. 

He knew it too.

Which is why I am not surprised when he stills his actions and gets off of me. I look at him, my chest rising and falling as he moves his hands to his black button up. 

“Can you touch yourself while I undress baby doll?”

He asks, his eyes on me as he waits for me to do as I’ve been told. Realizing he won’t undress himself until I’ve done as I’d been instructed. I slowly moved my hands down my torso, our eyes never leaving one another. My hands reach down to my slick sex. He unbuttons one button and waits until I’ve dipped my index finger into my wet folds before resuming. I can’t help but moan at the sensation of finger fucking myself. It was the same as when he did it, but I was so sensitive that even my fingers offered some relief.

But only some.

“Hmm, that’s my girl.”

He practically purrs as he finally completely undoes my shirt. The fabric finding its place in the pile on the floor. 

“Add another finger baby.”

He speaks in a lower register. His hands on his jean button.  My heart skip a beat as I add another finger, anothe rmoan escapes me. I slowly pump my fingers in and out of myself. The entire time I do this I can’t help but think about how much better this would feel if it was his fingers inside of me. My eyes flutter closed as I bring myself closer to the edge. His pants fall to the ground and I hear his shoes lightly thud to the floor. 

“That’s enough baby. Daddy doesn’t want you to cum until I’ve had my chance to play with you.”

His hands still my actions and before I truly have to process it. His lips are on mine once more. His hands pulling my fingers away from where I need them the most. I whimper at the loss of them. The loss only lasts for a moment before I feel the tip of his hardened cock at the entrance of my soaked sex. I make make sure to open my eyes and stare directly at Colby as he slowly sinks his hardened length inside of me. His jaw clenches and his lips part as he pushes himself as far as he can inside of me. A small gasp of pleasure escapes me the moment he’s inside of me. 

“Colby.”

I whisper his name, unable to say or think of anyone else. He chuckles, knowing all too well that he’s scrambled my mind before even moving inside of me. He pushes his lips back to mine as he guides his hands to either side of my lips. He lifts me up slightly  and starts to move. His thrusts are careful as my elevated hips allow for him to hit deeper inside of me. 

With every thrust I feel like I could cum without warning. Every movement felt euphoric. After a while I can feel myself moving to meet his thrusts. My body in desperate need of a resolution to my climax. Careful groans pass his lips as he soaks me in, savoring each second he’s inside of me. 

“Does my sweet little wife need to cum?”

He mumbles against my lips in between kisses. I hum in response when I can’t think of actual words to say. Which earns a hum from him in response. He quickens his pace. With each thrust he’s sloppier and sloppier as our bodies both reach our highs aand we come undone. 

We cum together. Both of us falling into a heap of breathlessness. 

Neither of us speaks as we collect ourselves. Both of our bodies tired from the range of emotions we’d felt today. He smiles down at me sweetly, his eyes flicking over to the stove before returning back to me. 

“How about we eat what you cooked, have some sparkingling grape juice, since someone is preventing you from drinking, and watch a show?”

He lightly places his hand on my stomach when he mentions our unborn child as the reason for drinking grape juice. He stares down at my stomach in wonder. I don’t think it had hit him that we were expecting. It still didn’t feel real to me either. Something that I knew would change as my body changed. Without speaking he places his lips on my stomach, giving me a soft kiss.

“I love you little one. I promise to be a better parent than what I had.”

He looks up at me and smiles once more. He looks so genuinely happy and it’s enough to make my eyes fill with tears. Was Sam right? Should we be thanking him for bringing us together? Where would we be if he never did what he did? Its an unbearable thought. 

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

But even still, I couldn’t just forgive him. Colby might’ve been an ass at times, but he was always up front with me about who he was. He never tried to hide it. 

Even when I wished he would’ve.

Sam’s betrayal stung because he’d hidden this from me. Even when I overheard him speaking to Colby he didn’t sound like the Sam I’d gotten to know. I look at Colby, blinking back the tears as he helps me up off of the table, his hands careful and cautious. 

“I would really like that Colby.”

I whisper as I think of how much we both needed a night of normalcy. After everything that happened today, we deserved a nice relaxing night in. But I couldn’t shake the fear of what tomorrow could bring. 

The fear of a new day and whatever Hell could come with it.

#colby brock #colby brock fanfic #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby smut #sam and colby fanfiction #colby brock imagine #colby x reader

[ceo-of-kimona]

So- I wanna take a second to just talk about Kim for a bit. She’s pretty nifty right? A top notch blorpo.

Probably her most famous feature is her consistent aesthetic which I can only describe as “fuck you I hate you die die die”

But of course- like many of the other Scott Pilgrim characters, this “cool” aspect to her is an extremely thin facade to so many issues.

Now while it would be extremely fun to talk about those issues in detail, I want to keep focus on this “misanthropic punk girl” front that she puts up and how it relates to who she is inside. This sarcastic, snappy mask is probably what’s responsible for her being one of the more “cool” characters in the comics, as at first it is extremely convincing.

By seething at everyone and everything around her (especially Scott, our POV character) she’s able to keep her friends, and by extension the audience away from the truth of who she really is. That being: a scared lonely girl who can barely get over anyone or anything in her life and is constantly getting herself stuck in ruts. She isolates by pushing away those who even come barely within her orbit.

But, what I am here to posit is the question of what lies beneath that? More specifically, what is Kim Pine like when her angry walls are broken down and the broken girl inside is healed? Who is Kim Pine beyond the misanthropic mask and the trauma? Who is she when she’s just okay?

My answer to this is simple: a huge fucking dork.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t think Kim’s entire personality we see is a mask; that would be ridiculous. While I do think a lot of her aggression towards other people is just her way of isolating without needing to be accountable for it, she is still Kim. She has a sharp tongue and sarcastic remarks ready on command. Her wit is unrivaled. She can destroy anyone’s self esteem in seconds with just a few remarks. But when she’s open and close with someone (perhaps a certain Ramona flowers) she’s completely disarmed and thus barely has any “cool factor” left. Come on, she’s literally in a band named after a Mario enemy. Of course she’s at least a little bit nerdy.

This is a big thing: Kim’s mask provided most of the “cool factor” that she had. This is a running theme within the comic; many of the “cool” parts of these characters range from thin facades to unhealthy coping mechanisms. Scott dates a high schooler and generally puts on a cool guy rockstar facade to hide his feelings of inadequacy and loneliness, Ramona has a facade of being a cool girl who’s always running away so she’s always “new in town” when really she’s slowly being sealed within her own mind by her own self hatred, Knives dates Scott in order to deal with her dissatisfaction for her normal everyday life and adopts the ninja persona in order to compensate for her obsession with Scott, Wallace sleeps with a bunch of guys to fight his ongoing crush on Scott, and Kim puts on a “I don’t even like other people so it’s fine that they run away from me” facade in order to make her abandonment issues and loneliness look cool.

I’d like to propose that when she needs to leave this prickliness to be with someone she loves, she doesn’t really have much “cool” left underneath. She rambles, she nerds out, she awkwardly stumbles over her words when having a conversation more in depth than snarky remarks and disappointed sighs. In short, she’s just a dweeb like the rest of the cast. And we know that Ramona loves dweebs.

All of this healing and pure emotional honesty: it’s something Kim has never had to preform in her entire life. Ramona is quite possibly the only person in Toronto to ever see the real Kim Pine: the nerdy, affectionate, caring, and sweet girl that she truly is. She’s the only one that was able to not see her as this girl-rage monster and look into her soul, and within her soul she only saw beauty. Most people who’ve loved her have only been with her whilest seeing the angry facade thus their love was doomed to be surface level. The closest anyone has ever gotten to breaking through was Scott, and he was too dumb and way too much of a high schooler to even get close to letting the light in.

But Ramona not only saw her ferocity and loved it for what it was, but also was able to see deeper into her and that only made her love Kim even more.

And perhaps, Kim had done the same for Ramona.

#kimona #rant post #kim pine #ramona flowers #argegegehehhhhh finally another rant post #I needed to get a bunch of shit out sorry if this was kinda incomprehensible #I’ll try my best to edit it into readablity #but if you couldn’t understand a word of what I was saying just know that I tried my best

[sacr3d-joeyxx]

Overcoming Demons

Joey x Fem!Reader

Request from: iminlovewithmycarrrr

*Could you do a Joey jordison x reader where the reader is a vocalist and guitarist for a black metal band (she can scream and sing very well) and her band keeps playing the same gigs as slipknot and he just gets obsessed with the way she performs. The guys all tell Joey to ask her out*

Quinn’s POV

The crowd went wild as we performed our last song.. I said thank you and that it was a joy playing for Des Moines, Iowa. We as Ritualistic Suicide was done for the night. I was in love with the sound of encores and some occasional ‘I love you’.

It wasn’t hard to perform but it did come with its massive drawbacks, well just for me of course..Having to scream but also having to balance it with singing was hard. I got into black metal at the ripe age of 19 and I was sold when I heard the screams it was a form of art to me. Screaming is what I wanted to do nothing else but when we had to kick out the guitarist for getting arrested because of drugs but let’s get this straight there’s nothing wrong with doing drugs in this band but when we started to actually get gigs and record deals we all went cold turkey; well except him and he started to get involved with the law and then we all knew that the dude just simply had to go. I then took his spot after that. It sucked mostly because he named the band but it was whatever. So my job was now vocals and guitar…not impossible but it was in the beginning. I just had to learn differently, it took a lot of practice but it worked!

This time the black blood came out at the right time, it actually came out! It goes with our new single called ‘Homicide’ which ends with us covered in fake blood by it coming out near our eyes, mouths, ears and hands while playing. It’s kinda hard to explain how it works but anywhere you have tubing on your face you cover it with black face paint to balance it out; the tubes are a solid black color and it’s mechanically released with a push button that someone pushes backstage for us. It makes us look like we’re performing a sacrifice..I guess.. but a couple of drawbacks is it stains your skin like no other.. the other is getting it off your equipment..you see I have a pure white guitar, our bassist has a blood red one…you leave it on too long..well it’s fucking over..

Honestly I’d say the best part of this whole thing is a couple of things actually, first one is seeing the crowd; the way they listen to the music and move with the rhythm is a fish out of water experience. The second one is hearing our music on the radio or it getting mentioned in any form of media. Lastly getting all our cosmetics on, no black metal band is allowed to preform without it; well you can it’s just frowned upon in this profession. It’s funny seeing your closet friend’s faces in basically all white. You think you’re in a dream or something when you first start to put it on.

The best part about doing the makeup is the designs, most of the white face paint ends up in my hair by the end of the show, I look 50+ years older when I step off the stage. It comes out..kinda but it’s still going to be there for a couple of weeks..You’ll find white spots on your skin where you thought it was gone. It hides our face I guess but not really.. the band that almost always plays after us, especially when it’s a gig that could be a mix of all sorts of bands. They wear masks and red jumpsuits..crazy how much they look like a band in them. They are called Slipknot but I don’t know much about them really except for the band having nine people. I mean we have five people but nine is way too much yet they make it work.

Honestly they really intimidating, like they could all definitely be serial killers.. but they are the way they are for reasons. I’m taller than their drummer..he’s gotta be 5’3 or something. I’m 5’10..but there’s nothing wrong with short kings. I do think he’s kinda funny though, he’s just a mass of passion and speed. You could obviously tell when he plays that he enjoys what he does.

Any second now our drummer is gonna need my help to get the kick drum get in the case. The stage was already set and what not when we got there but literally 2 hours before opening Cam did something to it and just didn’t sound right anymore. Lucky for us I told him to pack an extra..of course he did but it’s fucking funny how the kick drum couldn’t survive a practice session.. nonetheless we fixed it just in time.

“Quinn! I need help..the kick drum..I can’t get it in the case!”

Bingo, like fucking clock work. I chuckled to myself as I walked over there and looked how it was placed in the case.

“Well, no shit..if you haven’t noticed.. you forgot to fold in the foam in the corner on the right..just tuck it back in”

He looked at me then itched his head, and went to go fix it before closing it and giving me a thumbs up..I rolled my eyes and turned to walk offstage..Now I had to find three others, it won’t be hard because they are in one of three places. The green-room, signings, or loading things on the bus. Normally we’d do signings but last time we did that someone brought a human skull..nothing wrong with that but none of us wanted to deface someone’s mom. So they’re not doing that…honestly I’m going go to go with the green-room; Declan, Mex, and Juz are all fat..not really but they have a tendency to stuff their faces with food after a performance like that.

I hope I’m not scarring any ‘normal person’ in my adventure to find the three stooges, but I probably will..It appears to always happen.

*Whatever the fucking sound is called when two people bump into each other when neither is paying attention.*

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Joey’s POV

She looked like a god..an immortal god…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain what she does to me. The makeup, her clothes, her hair.. she looked perfect..to me at least..I don’t think she’ll look my way..she’d have to look down as well..

I can’t remember how many times I’ve been doing the same gigs as them but it’s obvious that it’s on purpose. All of my band mates keep telling me to talk to her..I wish it was easy as that but I’m intimidated by her..she’s gotta be 6’1 and on top of that she’s in platforms..I have balls with certain things but women scare me..fucking weird how that works..your attracted to them but scared shitless of them.

Maybe I should go talk to her..fuck it…she had a great show and I should tell her..fuck it!

*Whatever the fucking sound is called when two people bump into each other when neither is paying attention.*

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Quinn’s POV

I brushed my hair out of my face and now knew why I didn’t see him..it’s cause he’s were fucking short.. but what’s funnier about this is that he’s wearing a bright red jumpsuit.

“Woah! Sorry man!”

“You’re good..I kinda was looking for you”

“Really? What do you need from me?”

“Just wanted to talk about how you preformed out there..”

“Oh..thank you! It was definitely up there with one of our first shows..mainly because it all went according to schedule…”

“You’re welcome..-“

“So sorry for cutting you off but I’ve gotta get going to find my mates, you can come along if you want..your set isn’t until 8:00pm and it’s 6:21pm now..”

“Uhhh-sure I’ve got time..”

“Cool..uhh just try and keep up, I’ve got long legs.. y’know..”

I walk fast, mean I don’t have a choice really I’ve given such long legs.. but they get longer in platforms..I turned the corner and looked at the wall with the little sign pointing left saying the green-room was that way…I looked back and the guy was still keeping up with me. Honestly he was probably sweating bullets under everything he was wearing, I would be too. I stopped before looking at the doors..bingo, found it. I looked back at him and he gave me a thumbs up..

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Joey’s POV

God..I honestly think she knows that I’m crazy about her..fuck..the things I would do to her..the bright white stage makeup with the black blood was still wet..her hands were covered in it. It looked like tree roots as it patterned up her wrists and eventually her arms. The messy jet black hair..covered in white makeup..I’m fucking obsessed with this woman..and she has to know..

“So.. you single…?”

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Quinn’s POV

I whipped my head around to him, I go wide-eyed while looking at him..I don’t know if he’s being serious or he’s just trying to be funny.

“Huh? Why are you asking..you interested?”

“……”

“Hello..I asked you a question?”

“..yeah..I am….”

“Huh..sorry I couldn’t hear you..”

“…..”

“Yeah, I am”

“You’re not like fucking with me are you?”

“….no?”

Oh so he’s actually being real..uh I don’t know what to do here I barely know him..should I give him my number.. shit I don’t know. This could be a set up from his band or mine..but I know mine wouldn’t fuck with me like this…they don’t have big enough balls to do so. He honestly doesn’t seem bad from what I can tell but he looks like he’s about to pass out from the stress of this situation..fidgety little guy..picking at his fingernails while waiting for my response.

“You’re one hundred percent positive?”

“Yes, I’m one hundred fucking percent positive..it’s a serious question..that I would like to know the answer to”

I could give him my number, I don’t have a piece of paper though.. but I happen to have a sharpie..

“Come here real quick..”

I reached into my back pocket and pulled at a sharpie as he made his way over here, I looked at him and smiled softly.

“Takes some balls to say that, y’know?”

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Joey’s POV

Okay..she took it well..maybe she’ll give me her number..oh wait she telling me to go to her..the hell is she doing digging in her back pocket..oh wait it’s a sharpie..fuck I don’t have any paper she can use..

“So..has this ever worked before?”

“Not really..I don’t don’t talk to them if I’m interested in them..they are scary..”

“Give me your hand real quick..hopefully it doesn’t rub off during your gig..”

I gave her my hand and she held it was she wrote her name and number on my hand..her hand was cold like a corpse..but who cares? I could see her looking at my chipped black fingernail polish..I looked up at her and we locked eyes for a moment.. the world went quiet and it felt like it stopped spinning..

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Quinn’s POV

I wrote my name and number on his hand and then looked at his nail polish that was black and in the process of chipping. I looked up at him and we locked eyes for a moment.. I felt the world stop I knew he did too.

“Thanks….Quinn..”

“You’re quite welcome”

“I’m going to head back now..”

“Okay..after your set come find me if we’re still here..if not then use my number.. answer it eventually”

I sighed softly as he began to walked away, I knew his gig was going to be a lot longer than ours was..they had a bigger fan base than we did but it’s whatever. I either had the choice to stay here another night or wait for him to text me.

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Joey’s POV

Fucking hell..wow I actually have her number and seems like she didn’t just give a fake one either. Okay..okay!! I guess that’s a win for me..

#joey jordison #corey taylor #sid wilson #chris fehn #craig jones #jim root #mick thomson #shawn crahan #paul gray #on my knees #oneshot #short story #oc #slipknot

[blingblong55]

Baby Honey- Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

F!Reader, rockstar!Soap, mentions of drug consumption, rockstar au

Here's the thing: he still writes songs about me. My friends really like his voice but his tunes the most, they pretend they don’t like it at all because of me. One thing is for sure I know he isn’t over me. He always calls me drunk, usually late at night. But after so many tries and many more errors, I gave up and that's when  I started dating Simon a while back. He is a wealthy guy, he is really good to me, and he has taught me patience and most of all to never underestimate myself. Now don’t get me wrong, I’d never use Simon for his money, he is too good of a man and he’s very smart, besides he knows money isn't my thing.

“Now I'm getting older R/N, am I getting over you?” I can hear his smooth but deep chuckle through the phone.

“I guess we’ll never know darling” I answer and soon hang up. “You know, I can fix this problem right?” Simon says as he wraps his arms around me. He is always so caring and understanding, and so comfortable. To be completely honest I still want him in my life. I miss that part of my life. The rockstar's girl. The late nights. The bars. The drunk sex. The drunk makeout sessions. They drunk everything. The guy I was in love with. The way his blue eyes would soften when his eyes and mine met. His smile and voice.  All of it.

I swear I’m not thinking about you, but it feels good to think of you.

“Let’s go to bed beautiful” I nod and walk to bed. 

~2015~

“I think I’m in love!” his words slurred. “Me too! I love you!” I said, but before I went for another drink I realized that he didn’t mean he loved me, he was talking about the drug he was about to consume. That's when I walked away, his sober friends looked at me, with apologetic eyes. There was one guy who understood me, a dark-haired, man with a cute accent. “Take care of yourself.” He knew that, that was my last straw, and that I would definitely not come back this time. “Thank you for everything,” I responded.

My arms made their way to his body, “Don’t come back, you deserve better R/N.” was all he told me. “I won’t,” I whispered and once I broke the hug and made my way to the door, I took a last glance. This isn’t what I deserve. I left and will not look back. 

His POV

I never saw her after that night, or maybe that morning. Honestly, I was so fucked up at the time that my last memory with her is still a mystery to me. The guys blame me for it. Our drummer König almost quit the day she left. Actually, the four of them did, I had to go to rehab if I wanted the band back together. I did and it's the reason I’m only allowed to drink 5 beers per month now. That's usually the day I call her, and tell her everything.

“Oi, who's ready for another gig this weekend.”

“Price, you know what day the gig falls on, right?” I heard their not-so-secretive conversation. Price shakes his head. “It's the day R/N left,” Gaz spoke. “All right lads, let's get going," Krueger said. They always made me remember her just so I could learn my lesson. A few hours back when me and the guys were shopping for our upcoming tour I saw her. She was with this tatted fella. He was much larger than me, he was more built and to make matters worse, when she looked up at him she smiled. Like really smiled. When her eyes met him I could already tell she loved him, true love. At some point, I heard her laugh and it was him who was making her laugh. She hugged him and in that moment I could tell she felt comfortable. He held the door for her, something I never did. He listened to her, and would just stare and smile. And when she got excited he would too. Something I apparently never did. I was never good to her. But no one will ever know her sweet spots like me. “I love you sunshine,” he told her, I hope he knows she hates nicknames like that. “I love you most handsome,” she held his hand. “I love it when you call me that.” She smiled and I could hear her smile widen. Maybe after all she loved the nicknames. I wonder why she never told me. And why does he call her sunshine?

Her POV-

~The night she met him.~

“Hey gorgeous” the tall blue-eyed man spoke. “Leave me alone.” I hated nicknames from men who wanted nothing more but an adventure. If I was going to go all soft for a man it had to be with the right one. 

His POV

~Present day~

“Mate it's been years, c’mon Gaz found the perfect suitcase for you.” He pulled me in the opposite direction. Once I met with the rest, they handed me a beer. “For the trouble aye.”

“Thanks, lads,” I opened the bottle and started drinking. Once we had made it back to the studio, I started playing with my guitar. “Oh, I know he’s got the money baby honey does he make your night? Is it true he doesn’t touch you in the place the way I know you like? And I swear I’m not thinking about you all the time-”

fuck

“C’mon, you got this” Gaz said. “Just today, yesterday, every day and tomorrow night” I finished.

She took over me like it was nothing. Just the thought of seeing her with him hurt. She looks so happy when I’m not with her. Like that night in New York with Gaz. They had gone to that library because it was on her bucket list. I was too fucked up to care at the time. I followed them around. Saw that they were reading a book, her smile was so bright, that he looked over at her and smiled. They laughed. When they stepped outside I hid.

“Thank you for doing this with me.” She embraced him and kissed his cheek. Part of me wanted to come out of my hiding and punch him, but when I saw her and how happy she was I knew I couldn’t ruin a night like that for her. Neither of them knew I was there. “Why the nickname baby honey?” König asked. I stared at the wall.

“Her eyes in the sun looked like honey. And when she cried her eyes would get big like a baby and well that’s how my secret nickname for her became that.” Gaz made his way over to me. “She was the best.” He hugged me and made his way out. “I fucked a friendship for him huh,” I looked at Zain and then at Price. “Big time.”

“I also fucked up my love life.”

I finished.

We finished.

She continued with life, moved to a place that fit her best and for me, well, I stayed in the same place, in hopes she came back. I still wait for her. So much so that I leave my door unlocked, maybe she forgot her keys, and that way she can come in. I left her pillowcase the same. What if she missed it. And her favourite dress still hangs in my closet. The same dress she wore the night we met. Maybe then she remembered our moments and she’d leave that guy. Maybe just maybe my baby honey, with her gorgeous, pure and breathtaking mind would come back. 

A/N: wrote the name Simon in 2019, but changed the rest(to fit the story)...crazy to think years ago I was just a cod player and not a writer..for them.

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[beaker1636]

Not sure how I feel about this one but my friend said I had to upload it and really enjoyed it so here you go! My Vinny/Reader’s first kiss.

If y’all like it enough maybe I’ll write a second part of the first date.

So here’s The More Things Change

Background: The band and their girlfriends all go on a mini vacation to a beach house, y/n is paige’s best friend (Paige is Chris’ girlfriend) and you always get included, tonight is the first night of the trip.

Paige = Chris’ girlfriend

Shae is herself.

“Of course the first night of our trip would end with rain, so much for the bonfire on the beach,” Paige says to you, as you both sit watching the rain and lightning come down from the covered back deck of the house.

“I think its peaceful out here, listening to the rain and thunder. The forecast shows good weather for the rest of our stay so everything planned for tonight can happen tomorrow,” you say to her as you continue to watch the rain fall over the beach. “And hey, thank you for bringing me. I really needed a step away from everything.”

“I know, and you’re one of us now anyways. Everyone loves you so even if I didn’t invite you I bet someone else would have…. If you catch what I’m saying,” she says winking at you, immediately making you blush and turn away from her.

“Now I know you’ve had a drink or two too many, because I know you would never say that out loud where someone might hear you,” you quietly respond, annoyed she’d dare bring that up when anyone else would hear what she was trying to say.

“Chris says hes interested in you too, like more than you both already are. Besides, I don’t get why you two won’t just admit it. You talk all the time, both of you constantly watch the other when you think nobody is paying attention, and I know you two have been spending some time together,” she says.

“You mean like friends do? I spend time with you, and talk to you all the time. That doesn’t mean that we have a crush on eachother. Vinny has just become on of my friends, that is it.” you say with a groan. “Besides they leave for tour in a couple weeks, and while you work for them and get to join them and see Chris, we wouldn’t have that so it would be hard, really hard.”

“Shae and Justin make it work despite him being gone a lot and they have a baby, if the two of you wanted to you could. But fact of the matter is you are just scared, you don’t want to try anything in fear of rejection or that something will go wrong but I can tell you that wouldn’t happen. Anyways, I am cold I am going inside. I’m assuming you are going back to reading your book?” she asks you as she gets up, slowly making her way to the door.

“Yeah, its peaceful out here and I’d rather read than watch everyone battle eachother in whatever game the boys all broke out,” you respond with an eyeroll as you put your reading glasses back on and open your book back up, slowly swinging on the porch swing that is out here.

Inside

Paige walks in the house, shaking her head annoyed that you still won’t listen to her about Vin. If the two of you would just finally admit it to one another then the problem would be solved. And its not like much would change between the both of you, she knows that the two of you are texting all of the time, its obvious from the fact that when one of you sends a text to the other you sit and watch to see if the other one checks their phone. The two of you are awful at hiding the fact you are into eachother, everyone knows it except you the two of you.

“Let me guess, she still didn’t listen to you,” Chris asks Paige as she takes a seat on the couch next to him. She leans into his side, taking in the warmth she craved after being outside where it was chilly.

“Fuck, no. She got all annoyed I would bring it up where someone else could walk in on the conversation and then tried to act like they don’t talk all the time and everything, like we don’t all know the truth already. For being so smart she sure can be an idiot sometimes,” Paige says rolling her eyes.

“They both are,” Shae says laughing from her spot on the other couch. “We were trying to convince Vin that now is the perfect time to go make a move, and he has an easy opportunity but he refused to listen to us. We kept telling him that it is chilly out there, he should take a blanket to her. That you would figure out what was going on and would leave them to have their moment but he won’t. It’s ‘not a good time to make a move on her with everything going on’.” She says using air quotes around his words.

“We even reminded him that it’s never a good time when you are constantly touring, but he also ignored that.” Ryan says, joining in the conversation about Vinny, everyone acting like Vinny wasn’t there to hear them all talk about hi,.

“Sorry I don’t want to screw up a friendship that I really enjoy having, no matter what her response to any of it would be things would still change.” He says with a groan, annoyed that they have been on him about this for the last hour while you and Paige were outside, he finally got it to die down before Paige came back in.

“But who said it would change for the negative? I bet you would enjoy the ending,” Ricky adds in, turning to look at Vinny who is now visibly aggravated at the conversation.

“Nobody is going to shut up until I just go and talk to her are you,” he asks, annoyed when he sees everyone is nodding their heads.

Rather than answering Chris tosses the blanket they were trying to get him to take to you at him, which he takes as his answer.

Giving up he stands up, making his way to the back door with a sigh, figuring that they won’t know what you are talking about out there so he could probably get away with just hanging out with you instead should he lose his courage to actually try and make a move towards something more with you.

Outside

You hear the door open and look up, smiling when you realize that it was Vinny, before putting your bookmark in place and setting the book down next to you and taking your glasses off.

“Paige said that it was chilly out here, I thought maybe you would like to have a blanket or something,” He says softly, almost a whisper. Feeling like an idiot he just sets the blanket next to you.

Except you gladly accept the blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders, and sliding over some on the swing so that there was room for him, holding one side of the blanket out as an invitation for to join you, hoping that he would.

He takes notice and takes a seat next to you, letting you drape the side of the blanket you held out to him over him as well.

“Thank you that was really sweet of you, I was getting ready to go in because I was admittedly getting cold. I just didn’t want to because it’s so peaceful out here. I’ve always loved listening to rain storms,” you say, turning to look at him with a smile.

“Don’t tell the others that I am sweet, they’ll expect me to start being that way towards them as well,” he jokes, finally starting to relax now that he is away from the others.

“So you’re saying you are only sweet towards me? I’ll have to remember that next time I want something,” you tease him, both of you going quiet.

It wasn’t an awkward silence though, rather both of you were just relaxed and enjoying the company. That’s honestly a big part of why you like Vinny, he makes you feel comfortable, like you don’t have to try around him and you’ve honestly never felt like that before with anyone, friends or romantically with people.

Both of you just sit and watch the rain, not realizing that you have unconsciously moved closer to eachother until you are curled up in his side, his arm around you and your head resting on his shoulder. But that doesn’t bother either of you either, it just seems right, like this is what you should be doing in this moment.

You look up at his face, trying to read what he was thinking, only to find that he was watching you already. Blushing, you look out towards the water, embarrassed he caught you watching him. When he chuckles that just embarases you that much more, feeling like you just got caught doing something stupid.

A few moments later you glance back at him, to see if he is still watching you and you catch his eyes. Both of you sit there, the eye contact drawing you both in but neither saying a word as the silence feels sacred between you, like if you broke it that you would lose the moment.

Finally Vinny chooses to break the silence with a question, “Hey y/n can I try something?” he asks quietly, suddenly feeling shy himself.

Somehow you have a gut feeling that you know what he is asking to do, you can’t find the words to say yes so you pull your eyes away from his before you nod, refusing to look at him.

Neither of you move for a few seconds, both of you trying to figure out if this is a good idea or not.

Vinny cups one of your cheeks with his calloused hands and makes you look up at him, you both looking at eachother shyly. He finally decides to take a leap of faith, hoping that you will be there to catch him, and leaves a soft but shaky kiss on your lips.

Closing your eyes you lean into it, moving your own lips against his, relaxing into the moment that was finally happening before he slowly pulls away from you, a shy smile on both of your faces.

“Let me take you on a date before this trip ends, please?” he asks you, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Okay,” you say softly, both of you curling up into eachothers side, not ready to go face the friends that are inside, more than likely having watched what just happened and ready to tease the two of you. You’d rather spend a little more time to yourselves enjoying the company before you go into the lions den.

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[boston-babies]

Ryan immediately knew something was wrong as soon as he and his siblings walked through the front door. He wanted to call for his parents but didn’t want to risk waking Teddy who was sound asleep in his arms. Brayden looked next to the door and saw a few bags packed “somethings really not right..”

They all carefully made their way through the house, looking for their parents until they eventually found them in the den. They had been talking but went immediately silent when they heard the kids walk in. Brandon looked at his mother, then his father and noticed how upset they both looked “what’s going on?” Chris stood “why don’t you guys have a seat” they each sat and Brayden nervously started babbling “did we do something? Because if we did something it was totally Ryan’s fault”

Ryan looked at his brother “hey!” Chris sighed “no one did anything, you guys aren’t in trouble. Your mom and I just need to talk to you”. You looked at Chris and he sighed “um what your mom and I have to tell you isn’t easy but we’ve decided to separate.” Dani started laughing as the boys remained dead silent. Dani looked between her mother and father “You’re joking right?” Chris shook his head “no piglet”.

Ryan snapped “there’s no way you’re actually serious. You can’t” Brandon nodded “you guys love each other way to much and what about Teddy? He’s shouldn’t have to go through this so young”

You sighed “this is just something we need to do sweetheart” Brayden shook his head, his eyes visibly watering “this isn’t fair” You tried to speak “I know honey but-“ Ryan cut you off “then don’t separate. it’s that simple”

Chris shook his head “it’s complicated Ry”Dani looked like she was about to explode “and let me guess, now you both are gonna get to the part of the speech where you say ‘but mom and I want you to know that absolutely none of this is your fault and we love you all so very much” Chris crossed his arms “I promise you Danica that this is not the time to be a wise ass” she rolled her eyes and stood “just go then! Great you both did your parental duty and told us. Congratulations. Mom and dad of the fucking year!”

Ryan looked up at Dani “Danica..” she looked back at her brother “what Ryan? It’s all good and dandy. I’m just trying to speed this process along. Don’t know why they’re hesitating, it certainly isn’t on our account” she turned her attention back to her father “our whole lives just blown up in a matter of seconds, incredible! Now finish ripping the band aid off, grab your fucking bags and go!”

Dani started walking away and the boys just sat in silence. After a long moment, they heard a bedroom door slam shut upstairs. Brayden stood and walked over to his dad. He started crying and Chris pulled him into a crushing hug “I know bud..it’s okay” Brandon walked over and Chris pulled him in too.

After a while the twins pulled away, Brayden was wiping his eyes and Brandon was sniffling. Ryan handed Teddy off to you and walked over to Chris. He was trying his hardest to not cry but the dam broke when Chris hugged him. Ryan held on tighter to his dad “I’m sorry..I’m so sorry..” Chris held Ryan tighter and put one hand on the back of Ryan’s head “you have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me? This is not your fault”. Ryan completely broke and Chris held him until he calmed down.

He pulled back and looked at his boys and then looked at you holding Teddy, who still miraculously stayed asleep. You handed Teddy carefully over to Chris and he held him gently and kissed the top of his head “I love you too little man..” after a moment he handed Teddy back to you.

He looked around at you and the boys, nodded and then walked away. You followed him to the door and watched him pack his bags in his car. After he closed the trunk and made it to the drivers door, he looked at you one last time. He wiped his eyes, got in and drove away.

[frusciantehoe]

Lay me down in sheets of linen

You were standing near the stage during the chili peppers gig, and although John was one of the best guitarists you had heard, this gig wasn’t his best.

First, his guitar strap broke off his shoulder, in the middle of a solo. He had gone from being tilted back, eyes closed and lips parted, to an awkward, fumbling man in the matter of seconds. Not the worst thing to happen, but you wouldn’t have liked it.

Next, his pedal board stopped working. you could see how frustrated and upset he was becoming, he seemed so excited for this gig, and you were so happy for him, pressing kisses all across his face backstage before they started playing, it hurt to see this all go wrong for him, you knew how much of his soul and energy he put into every single performance.

Lastly, a string snapped on his main strat he was playing, it was like he snapped too. You could see the rage in his eyes as he stormed off stage, ignoring the pleas from Flea, Chad and Anthony. The crowd began booing him and the band, or begging for them to come back. It was too much.

You followed after him, trying to catch up to his giant strides. You were extremely worried, your mind racing with thoughts of what he could do, or more specifically what he would. You were never scared of john, no one was once they really knew him, he was such a gentle man, even though he was apart of a band full of overly macho men, and their macho fans. Once you got to know him, he was the sweetest and kindest man you had ever met, he would do anything for you, and you would do the same for him.

“John-“

“Just go away y/n, please, i need to be alone”, he replied, leaving before you could answer and locking himself in his dressing room.

You stood outside for a few minutes, alone, once again. You didn’t know what to do. Should you knock? Should you leave him be? Should you go get the others? Your thoughts were interrupted by loud footsteps and yelling.

Anthony was fuming, obviously. When would he ever miss an opportunity to criticise your boyfriend? He pushed past you, practically shoving you against the wall!

“Greenie, get the hell out here, now, you fucked up our entire set!”, he yelled, pounding on the door.

“Man, calm down, his guitars acting up, you’d be pissed too in his situation”, flea retorted, “John, come out, we can still go finish the gig”

You knew how much John hated when Anthony called him greenie. At first you thought it was just a playful nickname, like how everyone calls Michael ‘flea’, but you soon realised it was a way to make John feel small and inferior. Anthony would often do things like that, he would call John weird, or a freak, or just be a total dick to him, because he knew he could get away with it. It enraged you.

After more yelling for a few moments, from anthony mainly, John opened the door and pulled you inside, before quickly shutting and locking it again. He looked so frustrated and upset with himself, it broke your heart a little.

“Johnny, it’s okay, it was just a few mistakes”, you spoke softly, cupping his face with your hands and kissing his forehead.

“No, its not, i’m such a fuck up, i cant even play properly anymore”

“Don’t you dare say that”, you quickly countered “you’re an amazing musician, even bowie made mistakes, it’s natural and human, johnny”

He pulled away again, for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight, you hated when he shut you out, all you wanted was to help him feel better.

He was quiet for a bit, while you awkwardly stood at the door, once more not sure what to do, why was this so complicated?

Slowly, you walked over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders from behind and resting your head on his back. neither of you spoke, you didn’t need to.

Your hands slipped down his back slowly, feeling his skin and muscles. You always loved the way he looked without a shirt, who wouldn’t? The way his muscles gleamed from his sweat and the reflection of the lights on stage, or how soft his skin looked while you lay on his chest after the two of you made love.

“Let me help you”, you whispered to him, moving so you were standing in front of him. He nodded slightly, and if you weren’t so focused on him, you wouldn’t have noticed at all.

His hands came to rest on your waist, and yours were in his hair. Slowly, you leaned up and kissed his jaw, then both his cheeks and finally your lips met in a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed and you kissed for a few moments, relishing in the moment.

People might think that being with a “rockstar”, you were constantly fucking, which wasn’t true. Being on the road you rarely had any time to even kiss for more than a few minutes, and fucking in a bathroom or very quietly while Anthony Kiedis is snoring on the bed beside you gets old very quickly.

His lips moved more firmly against yours, and you backed towards the vanity, hands moving out of his hair and down his chest.

“John..”, you whispered against his lips, squealing as he picked you up suddenly and gently set you on the vanity. You instinctively spread your thighs so he could come closer, your dress riding up over them. His lips moved from yours to your neck, pressing kisses to your skin and sucking bruises into the muscle.

“You’re so beautiful, especially in this dress, baby”, he whispered, pulling the straps down your arms and the neckline down past your soft breasts. John always knew how to make you feel good about yourself. About the size of your thighs, or the curves of your hips and waist, or your nose. He made you feel like the most prettiest girl in the world.

“I know, it’s your favourite”, you smiled at

him, your lips parting as his wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. Your hand rested on the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked on your tits. He slowly moved down, kneeling in front of you and pushing your dress up over your hips. He looked at your panties, seeing you had soaked through them in the centre.

“You’re soaked”, he cheekily stated, looking up at you with a grin on his face.

“Please, John”

“I know, sweetheart, I’ve got you ”, he leaned down so his head was between your silky thighs, pressing his tongue flat against your clit through your panties. You gasped sharply, trying to stay still at the sudden contact, your hips failing miserably as they instantly bucked up against his tongue, causing him to let out a quiet groan.

He slowly slipped off your panties, his eyes falling onto your pussy for a moment, then back up at your face. His eyes were full of intensity, that you couldn’t put your finger on what he was feeling. Suddenly you felt very small and insecure.

“What? Is something wrong?”, you quietly whispered, worried that you had done something wrong.

He quickly shushed you, bringing his hand up to your velvety smooth folds and pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles over the bud.

“You’re so, so beautiful, it makes me go crazy”, he whispered back.”I can’t wait to see you cum”

Your breathing picked up a bit, hands flying into his soft brown locks as he buried his face between your thighs, teasing your entrance with his tongue while his thumb continued to rub your clit. You bucked your hips up again, closing your eyes and whimpering quietly as he pulled his thumb away from you and slowly flicked his tongue over your clit.

John always put your pleasure before his, not just sexually but in every day life too. He would have you cumming on his fingers for the third time before he even had his boxers off, which you both loved and hated. By the end of him fucking you, you would be completely exhausted, barely able to cuddle for a moment before you practically passed out in his arms.

He rubbed his tongue over your clit in slow circles, holding your hips down as you rutted up against him. John brought his fingers up your thigh towards your entrance, rubbing over it with his fingertips in time with his tongue.

Your moans grew louder and higher as he applied more pressure, fingers gripping onto his hair while you whispered his name just loud enough for him to hear, loud enough so he was the only one who would hear you say it this way.

“John, I’m-“, you moaned out, arching into him as his lips sucked on your clit. Your thighs trembled and you threw your head back, the pressure in your stomach becoming to much to hold back

John didn’t pull back for a second, letting you ride out your high on his face. After a moment, slowly he pulled away, pressing kisses up your inner thighs, stomach, breasts, neck all the way to your swollen, plush lips. You kissed him back weakly, already tired from him eating you out.

He slowly pulled away, looking at you with such love and affection it made you feel weak.”I’m sorry for being such a dick earlier, it’s just.. well, you know how much this means to me.”

“I know, it’s okay, i would’ve done the same probably”, you softly whispered back, reaching up to cup his face.” I love you”

“I love you too, sweetheart”, he replied.

He leaned down and rested his forehead against your cheek, his hands caressing your bare waist while yours moved back into his soft brown hair. For a moment you were both quiet again, bathing in each other’s presence and warmth. You wished it could be like this all the time, that you could both live in your shared bed, with only a guitar by the nightstand to accompany you two, that’s all you needed. Each other and music.

Your hands moved down to his shoulder blades, hand’s caressing his skin while your lips found his again. You sat up from the vanity and held his hand gently, leading him over to the couch by the door. He sat down and pulled you to him so you were standing between his legs, stroking his hair as he rested his head on your chest. “You okay?”, you questioned quietly, moving your fingers through his hair soothingly. He nodded, humming in response to you and burying his face in your chest. You moved onto his lap and held the back of his head, kissing his lips.

John melted into you completely, his hands wandering down your body to your hips, pulling them to his own. This is just what he wanted needed right now, the tour was putting him under so much stress and pressure, playing shows night after night. All he wanted was to be in your arms, to feel your soft, tender hands in his calloused, hardened ones.

“I love you, I love you, I love you”, he said, over and over again, moving his hips against yours the tiniest bit. You could feel how hard he was getting in his pants. His hand’s pulled away from your hips to unbuckle his belt and pull down the fly of his jeans.

You glanced down at his cock, it was leaking tiny beads of precum, the tip was almost red.

John lifted you up a little bit so he could line himself up with your entrance, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he did.

“Ready?”

“Mhm, please, johnny”

Slowly and gently his cock slid into you, causing you to wince at the stretch. You and John had sex many times before, but it always hurt a bit, he always made sure to be as slow and careful as you needed, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“You okay?”, he whispered against your ear, pushing his hips up a little bit more until he was fully inside, biting back a groan.

“Yeah.. god, you can move now, johnny”, you practically whined back. Your hands moving to grab onto his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin. John slowly moved his hips upward into you, drawing a moan from your lips. John rested his head on top of yours, quiet pants falling from his mouth as he slowly moved faster.

Your bodies moulded together perfectly, like you were one, two souls faded into each other. You both knew everything about one another, every thought, secret, idea. You were the reflection of each other, in good and bad.

Your mind came back to the present, to his body against yours and his cock inside you as he moved a little harder. He kissed your neck and gripped onto your ass gently. You moaned his name, hands running through his hair and fingernails scratching over his scalp lightly.

“Look at me, sweetheart, cmon”, he moaned out, wild strands of hair sticking to his forehead. You looked up at him, trying desperately to keep your eyes open.

“So pretty, so good, so beautiful”, John breathed out, his eyes locking onto yours as he started fucking into you faster, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough for you to find small circular bruises on them the next morning. You tossed your head back and moaned higher, eyes closed and lips parted. You felt the familiar warmth in your lower stomach building up, causing you to grab onto John’s shoulders to steady yourself, whining out about how good he made you feel.

“Let go, baby.. fuck, cum on my cock”, John groaned and snapped his hips up into yours, his jaw dropping as he felt you clench around him. He looked up in awe as he watched you hit your peak, hands cupping your waist to brace you.

He moved his hips faster, satisfied that you had your own release but now he was craving his own (although he would’ve loved to see you cum all night).

“Cum inside me, please John”, you whispered against his shoulder, sweet moans escaping your lips as his cock hit all the best places.

His eyes practically rolled back once he came, jaw clenching and grip tightening on your waist, groans and moans coming from his mouth. You kissed him and he kissed you back with all the love he had in his soul. Slowly you pulled away and rested your head on his chest, tracing the tattoo on his left arm with your fingertips, like he was a painting. He was all art and music, even his body was covered in it.

After a few moments of soft words and kisses, you got off his lap with shaky legs. John quickly got up too and grabbed a few tissues, kneeling in front of you and holding you steady as he carefully cleaned you off.

“Thank you”, you spoke, biting your lip as you looked down at him, shivering at the feel of his hands caressing your thighs.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart”, he smiled up at you, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh, causing you to giggle before he got up and kissed you on the lips.

Your hands cupped his face once more and you pulled away from the kiss, looking at him with a small smile.

“Wanna go fix your guitar string?”, you said.

“Sure, as long you let me play later”, he replied, a grin on his face again.

“Hm, maybe”

Of course you would.

#john frusciante #red hot chilli pipers #rhcp #john frusciante fanfic #john frusciante x reader

[pluviophile-bookworm]

AJR lyrics which speak to my soul (in purely chronological order)

a.k.a. baring my soul into the void and finding an excuse to talk about my favourite band at the same time

When did all my friends turn into fake IDs and skinny jeans?/ I don’t belong

Sometimes I wonder if we matter at all/ if we’re not written down

And we’re just children in a world of diversion/ trying to stick it to the man before we’re grown

Like a flower sheltered in stone/ with no chance of regrowing

There’s a long day ahead/ she is lost in her bed

And why should I spend time running for my life?

I won’t forget you but I may/ forget your name

If the work gets me/ where I’m s’posed to be/ will I know I’ve made it then?/ It’s so hard/ Can we skip to the good part?

We said that we’d keep in touch/ and we did our best

Am I ready for love/ Or maybe just a best friend/ Should there be a difference?

I grew up on Disney/ but this don’t feel like Disney

I’m a little kid and so are you/ Don’t you go and grow up before I do

I thought I had the ADHD/ but that’s a real thing and I’m just lazy

Nobody knows my quirks/ cos I’m not famous, no

We’re standing, laughing at the disco ball/ like who’d invest in that if no one’s looking at it?

You haven’t got that far/ You can find a real job

Is it normal to stand here/ and wish that I was back at home?

My god, are you growing without me?/ Somebody help me

I’m kinda scared of graduation/ cos who am I when this is done?

I bet our parents always stay in love

We had to work a bit more hard/ only just to get a little bit less far

Can we keep my legos at home/ cos I wanna move out/ I don’t wanna move on

Life gives you lemons/ At least it gave you something

I was too worried how we’d end up/ I wasn’t looking and you grew up

Is this all that life’s about/ Trying to love how you turn out?/ I don’t love it much at all

Recently I’m thinking ‘bout my purpose on Earth/ but I don’t wanna think about my purpose no more/ cos it may come up short

I’ve been so good but it’s still getting harder/ I’ve been so good, where the hell is the karma?

Am I normal or not? Am I crazier than other patients?

I tripped on my ankle and fractured my elbow/ but doesn’t that mean that the tour’s gonna sell, though?

It could be passing/ Should I put eggs in more baskets?

They tell us to be different/ but no one told me I could go too far

They wanted heaven from me, I gave them hell/ Now they want something bigger, I’m overwhelmed

And I can’t be 18 my whole life/ But I’m too fucking young to feel so fucking old

It’s kinda funny how I keep debating/ if someone’s shy or if they hate me/ I feel like everyone I know right now is hooking up and getting wasted (without me)

Would you go running if you saw the real me?

It’s kinda funny how you vote for someone/ to vote for someone, to vote for someone

I worked really really really really hard, let me show you my play/ but I don’t wanna do it twice cos it’s not the same

I don’t ever think of you, I’ve got so much stuff to do/ Should have left you back at school/ Now, Joe, do you think I’m cool?

Put quinoa in my fridge, still I’m not feeling grown

The truth is that I’m screwed

I guess the last time you had any fun/ was way back when you weren’t anyone

Something’s wrong but I’m scared to look it up/ cos if I do that and no one has it/ I’ll feel so alone

Somewhere in the universe/ somewhere someone’s got it worse/ wish that made it easier/ wish I didn’t feel the hurt

And I don’t wanna cry no more/ so I set my bar real low

No, I ain’t happy yet but I’m way less sad

Well, I can’t fall asleep and I’m losing my mind/ cos it’s half past three and my brain’s on fire

And I’m trying too hard but I can’t not try

But I’m not dead yet, so I guess I’ll be alright

How lucky am I to have two things I love/ makes it that much easier to fuck it up

Am I talking too fast?/ I’m running on adrenaline and one-hour naps

I’m trying, trying, I can start Friday/ You’ve wasted your life but thanks for applying

I’m all grown up but you couldn’t tell/ Now I don’t know what to do with myself

You got older cos you’re good at life/ I’m all 17 at 35

Getting a life’s a little like dying

You think you’re hurting me/ Bet you won’t believe it but you kinda set me free

I’d do it in person but I’d probably mess it up/ I’ll text you, that’s enough

#ajr #ajr brothers #jas jabbers

[oliverreedmasterass]

Part 4!

Credits to @starcatcherkiszka​ for the fic idea!! 

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Words: 6.8k

Warnings: language, drinking

Synopsis: Greta Van Fleet somehow manages to travel back in time to the Summer of 69, during the Woodstock Art and Music festival. You can only imagine what hijinks they’re going to get up to. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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“Get warmed up, Danny,” Josh beamed. “We’re going on after Melanie.”

“No we’re not,” Danny’s voice hardened. 

“Told you he wouldn’t go for it,” Jake told Josh. Josh crossed his arms and turned back to Danny with a new look of determination plastered on his face. Danny scowled back. 

“Be grateful, Danny. You’re gonna get to say you played at Woodstock.” 

“I’m tired of you guys not taking me seriously.” 

Sam whistled; it was rare for Danny to stand up to any of them. 

“I’m tired of you acting like you’ve got a stick shoved up your ass,” Josh gave Danny a dirty look. 

“Josh,” Jake raised his voice. “That’s too far.” 

Danny’s face remained placid, but it was clear that there was a fire raging within him. Josh looked like he was ready to keep hounding Danny, which Danny was more than likely to respond to with a fist in Josh’s face. It was a miracle that Carlos Santana walked past them at that moment. All four of them dropped their mouths in awe. 

“Are you going up there soon?” Carlos jutted his thumb at the stage. 

They looked around at each other, unsure what to say. Carlos seemed unbothered by the silence since he leaned back on the front of the stage and scanned over the crowd with a twinkle in his eyes. 

“Me and my guys are playing tomorrow. We’re all pretty nervous, but the people here seem to love anything, as long as it’s loud and has a good beat to it. That’s the kind of crowd I’ll gladly play for. This whole thing is far out.” Carlos pursed his lips together and shook his head, like he couldn’t believe his luck.

Danny looked like he was thinking hard. 

“One of our guys is getting cold feet,” Josh spoke up. 

“Bummer, man,” Carlos tsked. “You’d think being in a place like this would set you free. I hope your buddy can lighten up and get out there. I’m sure he’ll regret it otherwise.” 

Carlos’ face brightened when he saw someone off in the distance that he recognized and pushed himself back upright from the stage. 

“I hope to see you up there,” he waved goodbye to them. 

“Bye, Carlos Santana,” Jake mumbled in awe.

“Did Carlos’ words resonate?” Josh turned back to Danny. “If Carlos Santana is saying you should play, you should probably play.” 

“You know I could break you over my leg if I wanted to,” Danny replied. 

“You need your space, got it,” Josh took a few steps away from him. 

“But I’ll do it,” Danny added after a long pause. They all whipped around to face him in shock. 

“But what about the butterfly effect?” Jake’s eyes were wide. 

“I’m sure we’ve already screwed up the future,” Danny admitted. “We might as well enjoy ourselves. What was it you said earlier, Sam? Fuck it, we ball?” 

“I’m sorry about the stick up your ass comment,” Josh cautiously moved back to Danny’s side to give him a loving pat on the back. “If anything, the stick was really just a twig.” 

“Just remember that I could break you in half,” Danny reminded Josh.

“Of course,” Josh paled at the thought of being snapped.

“I have one condition though,” Danny continued while he was on a roll. “We go by a different name.” 

“What’s wrong with Greta Van Fleet?” Jake asked. 

“If and when we make it back to our time, I don’t want to get caught up in a lawsuit with ourselves over our band name.” 

“That would be pretty funny though,” Sam looked to be imagining the court session with a goofy grin on his face. “I’ve always wanted to sue myself.” 

“Why don’t we pull a Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young?” Jake tried to brainstorm. 

“What would that be?” Sam broke out of his daydream to cackle. “Kiszka, Kiszka, Kiszka & Wagner?” 

“We should do pseudonyms,” Josh suggested. Danny clapped his hands together at the thought. 

“You can be Harry Dickface,” he pointed at Josh. 

“Still bitter about the stick up the ass comment, noted,” Josh grumbled. 

“We could make an acronym with the first initial of all our names,” Sam spoke over Josh. “What could we do with S, D, J, and J?” 

“JJ and the Salty Dogs?” Josh’s face brightened. 

“I mean,” Danny thought it over. “If you had started a band in the 60s, you definitely would have called yourself that.” 

“All I can think of is Semen Dick Juicy Juice,” Sam admitted. “That’s the best my brain can do.” 

“All in favor of JJ and the Salty Dogs?” Josh asked around, raising a hand. Sam and Danny joined him, but Jake studied the ground. Josh stared onwards at his twin and then cleared his throat. “All in favor of Semen Dick Juicy Juice?” With a bright smile, Jake lifted his hand up to the sky. 

“JJ and the Salty Dogs it is,” Danny announced. 

“It’s not a unanimous vote?” Jake looked disappointed. 

“You really want to go out there as Semen Dick Juicy Juice?” Josh couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His brother was usually so serious about his music. 

“It’s funny,” Jake lifted his shoulders. Josh scoffed at his brother and turned back to Sam and Danny, who had redirected their focus to the end of Ravi Shankar’s set. 

“We need to head backstage to figure out our instruments,” he shared. The guy who had promised them a spot in the lineup hadn’t sounded all that concerned about the fact that Josh and his band had no instruments. In his words, they just had to “go with the flow.” 

“Backstage at Woodstock!” Jake whooped as he threw two peace signs up. A few people around them stared at Jake in confusion, so Josh grabbed Jake’s shoulders and steered him away from the crowd so he would stop making a fool of himself. 

Josh was relieved that it didn’t take too long for them to spot the backstage manager he had talked to earlier. He was moving some heavy looking crates, but stopped and embraced Josh in a warm hug when he noticed him. 

“Nice to see you, brother!” he exclaimed. 

“Dave, this is my band,” Josh released from Dave to motion to his brothers. “We’re gonna need to figure out our instruments before we head on stage.” 

“Right on,” Dave clapped his hands together and nodded. “You guys are in luck, we just got some gear shipped in for the bands playing tomorrow. I doubt they would mind if you borrowed some stuff for your set. Most of them aren’t here yet anyway, they won’t know the difference.” 

“Is that really how they did it in the 60s?” Sam whispered to Danny in awe. “I wouldn’t want someone else touching my bass.” 

“Here, I’ll let you take a look,” Dave motioned for them to follow behind him. The next thing they knew, they were standing in front of a pile of guitar and drum cases sitting unattended in the grass behind the large stage. “Have at it.” 

Jake moved towards a battered guitar case that looked promising and felt his heart thunder in his chest when he unhooked the latches and was face to face with Pete Townshend’s SG Gibson. 

“No way,” Josh looked over his shoulder. “That looks like yours.” 

“Dude,” Jake had to clear his throat to keep his voice from cracking. “This is Pete fucking Townshend’s.” 

“Are you gonna play it?” 

“Fucking hell,” Jake shook his head. “Of course I am, as long as Pete doesn’t find out. He would probably have my head on a stake if he knew I was touching this.” 

“Good pick,” Dave came up behind Jake. “That one’s a beauty. And probably destined to be smashed on stage tomorrow night. I’m glad she’ll get a few solid plays in before her ultimate demise.” 

Jake held the guitar closer to him, as if to protect it from any harm. 

Sam was gazing down at a cherry red Guild Starfire with a deep look of contemplation. 

“It’s got quadraphonic pickups,” he admired, poking down at the body of the bass guitar. Danny joined him and studied the instrument. 

“That looks like a Phil Lesh bass,” he said. Sam studied the case closer and, lo and behold, the Grateful Dead’s bassist’s name was etched into the inside lid in a gold font. 

“Well, shit, I guess this will have to do.” 

“Hey, Danny!” Josh called a few yards away, stationed in front of a collection of boxed up drum parts. 

“Yeah?” 

“This kit says Doug Clifford on it!” 

That was all Danny needed to hear to rush over to Josh’s side. Doug “Cosmo” Clifford’s drums had a richness to them that Danny had always admired on Creedence Clearwater Revival’s records. He was sure a lot of their sound had to do with Cosmo himself, but having the opportunity to even touch his kit brought Danny a joy he couldn’t turn down.

“I’ll gladly play that,” Danny stated, without even inspecting the kit. He had seen it at the Musical Instruments Museum on an off day when they were playing a gig in Phoenix a few years back. Sure, the kit wasn’t flashy like something Keith Moon played, but it was simple and it was perfect for Danny’s style. 

“Feeling good?” Dave checked in with everyone. 

“I’ll take whatever microphone Janis is singing with,” Josh placed an order with Dave, who replied with a hearty laugh, 

“All singers are using the same mic, don’t worry.” 

With their instrument situation settled, everyone was feeling a bit more at ease, all things considered. Though none of them were planning to openly admit it aloud, they were all feeling pretty anxious about going out on stage. Carlos Santana had a point that the crowd was a good and accepting one, but taking a second to consider the weight of what they were about to do was too overwhelming to bear. 

Sam was grateful that they could keep themselves distracted by putting all of their attention into creating a setlist while Melanie took the stage. After asking them what their group name was so they could announce it over the PA, Dave disclosed that they had a 30 minute time slot to play however many songs they could fit. He added with a wink that the hippies in the crowd liked songs they could get lost in. Josh, Jake, Sam, and Danny all took that to heart as they sat in a circle backstage, trying to recall their best songs. 

“We play a compilation of our favorite songs, how about that?” Josh thought aloud as he tapped his pen on his chin. “So that way we aren’t just copying our setlists from the future.” 

“Considering how long I go with my solos, we’re only gonna be able to play three songs,” Jake realized. 

“I’ll just kick you when you’re playing for too long,” Josh promised. Jake made a face.

“Please don’t do that.” 

They got into a few arguments along the way but finally gathered a list of songs that felt right. Their timing was impeccable since they had just enough time for Josh to go through his vocal warm ups and Sam to rush around the backstage area looking for any kind of liquid courage. 

Everything really started to feel real when Dave took the stage and tapped on the microphone a few times. 

“We’ve got a treat for you all this evening,” his voice boomed over the crowd. “A new band showed up and was added to the lineup at the last minute. Trust me, they’ve got a sound you’re gonna dig. Give it up for JJ and the Salty Dogs!” 

Jake had Pete Townshend’s guitar strapped to him and, even though it was unplugged, he could  feel its power buzzing in his hands. He took one look out at the audience from the side stage and quickly closed his eyes. He knew that he would be able to get through their set because his muscle memory was intact and they had all been playing for long enough that they knew how to cover for one another if things went south. But he always wanted to play at his absolute best, so the pressure was still there. He had a bad feeling it was going to take him a while to get used to the Gibson since, like Pete Townshend, he was sure it had a bite to it. 

From behind Jake, Sam had his arm wrapped around Danny’s shoulder. It was a relief that Danny had come around and decided it would be worthwhile to play at Woodstock. On top of that, Sam was over the moon that Danny looked as excited as he felt. He had ditched the white tunic backstage so he was back to showing off his exposed chest, and he held his drumsticks in both hands at the ready. 

“This is gonna be great,” Danny leaned further into Sam’s side. 

“They’re not ready for this,” Sam agreed. 

At the back of the line, Josh was bouncing from foot to foot, shaking out his arms to remove all the negative energy. His voice had cracked a few times during his warmup which was a point of concern, but Josh tried not to fret on it too much. He was sure that his voice was just a little roughed up from how much he had shouted with joy during Ravi Shankar’s set. Traveling through time also probably wasn’t great on his vocal cords. 

Dave stepped away from center stage and motioned for them to climb up the staircase. 

“Give it your all,” he beamed as he passed them by. Jake sucked in a deep breath to calm his racing mind and led the way up the stage. The audience gave a hearty clap at his entrance which helped clear his head, and he hurried to the amps to plug his guitar in. After testing out a few chords, Jake nodded his head. The sound was a lot more raw than he was used to, but he loved how the guitar popped and snapped like it had a life of its own. 

“GOOD EVENING,” Josh hollered into the microphone from center stage. Danny tested out the cymbals on the Cosmo kit and let out a whoop in glee. “WE ARE GRE-JJ AND THE SALTY DOGS,” Josh continued. “COMING TO YOU FROM ANOTHER WORLD.” The audience greeted that announcement with loud cheers. “Ready?” Josh turned around to check in with the band. 

“Count us in,” Jake nodded. 

“One, two, one, two, three, four,” Josh called over his shoulder. Sam broke into the mesmerizing intro to “Age of Man,” using Bert Sommer’s keys that had been left on stage from his set earlier in the day. Josh gazed out over the crowd and closed his eyes in euphoria. 

“In an age of darkness light appears, and it wards away the ancient fears, march to the anthem of the heart, to a brand new day, a brand new start.” 

Claps echoed across the grounds when Jake and Danny joined in and Josh took a step back from the microphone to nod to the music. He was glad to see that, at least within the first thirty or so rows of people, they were all standing and swaying to the music, lifting their arms up towards the heavens. He looked to his left and grinned when he saw that Jake was entirely in his element, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his back with every note hit so he was one with the music that was pouring from his guitar. 

“And as we came into the clear, to find ourselves where we are here.” Josh’s voice had never felt more powerful. A good handful of people in the crowd seemed to call out in shock at how good they were sounding, which only motivated Josh to give even more. Danny, Sam, and Jake all seemed to feel the same way, because there was a kind of magic to what they were doing. While they knew that they sounded good during their usual shows, it was almost as if they truly were exploring through the history of humanity and taking the wide expanse of people in front of them on the journey. 

The song ended and the roar of approval was deafening. 

“Holy shit,” Jake bumped into Josh’s side. “They like it.” 

“We’re playing at Woodstock!” Sam couldn’t help but shout from behind the keys. 

“And we don’t sound like shit!” Danny added. Josh beamed at his bandmates and then returned back to the microphone since the cheers were dying down and replaced with a feeling of eager anticipation for their next song. 

“Thank you,” Josh said, hoping he sounded as sincere as he felt. “This next one is, well, it’s pretty fitting for the occasion. It’s called Flower Power.” 

The audience seemed to be a fan of the name alone, which Josh had to laugh at. 

“Dig it!” he shouted into the microphone and then pointed at Jake to start the song. Jake tore into the opening riff with a wide grin, using an acoustic guitar that he had found sitting unattended backstage. Danny joined in on Cosmo’s kit, thundering into the drums so they pulsed over the PA. Puffs of smoke started appearing in the crowd and, to Josh’s delight, even more people started to join in the wild and free dancing. Off in the distance he could see a group of small children holding hands and skipping around in a circle to their music. They were really in their element. 

“Hey! Turn to night, firelight, star shines in her eyes, makes me feel like I’m alive, she’s outtasight, hey!” 

Jake stomped to center stage, as far as the cable would let him go, and started to mouth out his guitar part as he jumped into his solo. Josh clasped a hand on his brother’s shoulder, which Jake smiled at, and then he returned back to his side of the stage when he finished. With that, Josh entered into the bridge, lifting his arms higher and higher into the sky, which the audience copied, and then he turned and pointed to Sam, who was ready on the keys. 

While he usually played an organ during their tour, Sam was stuck with a normal piano, but it was more than enough for him as he entered into an extended solo that cascaded up and down the keys in a jazzy succession. Danny leaned forward on his stool and rested his head in his hands as he watched Sam pound away on the keys in utter admiration. In front of them, the crowd lifted their hands and started to clap loudly, keeping in time as Sam played the solo of his life. 

After doing one more run up and down the ivories, he played a final chord and couldn’t help but stand and take a deep bow when he was greeted by whistles and screams of joy. 

“This is insane,” Sam mused to Danny as he stepped out from behind his keyboard to give one final wave to the crowd. “What is happening?” 

“I wish I could tell you,” Danny laughed. 

Josh backed away from the microphone again and joined Jake’s side. As blissful as it was to be playing in front of such a large, loving crowd, he wasn’t thrilled about the next song in their setlist. Sam had pitched the idea when they were figuring out what to play, claiming that it was the perfect song for the occasion. Josh could respect that opinion, but they didn’t usually play it live since it was understood in the band that it was, for the most part, out of Josh’s wheelhouse. But, after trying to put his foot down, Josh realized that his bandmates were all apathetic to his concerns and he was outvoted. 

“I’m nervous,” he whispered to Jake. Maybe, just maybe, he could convince his brother to back out of the song last-minute. 

“You gotta do it,” Jake replied without an ounce of sympathy. “It’s a great song.” 

“But, my voice,” Josh attempted to protest. 

“Your voice is on fire, Josh,” Jake disagreed. “Just close your eyes and let the music take you there.” 

At that point Josh knew he wouldn’t be able to back out of it, so he returned to the front of the stage. Danny tapped on his cymbals and Sam began playing the beginning to “Tears of Rain.” 

“This next song, it’s a beautiful song. It’s about the search for salvation, in a way. It’s about the long trip we’ve made, I suppose, to get here,” Josh spoke. 

And with that, he let it rip. 

“Bathing in the light around us, praying for the night to comfort thee, dancing on the coals below us, praying for the flood to set us free.” 

Jake, playing the Gibson, came behind Josh and kneed him in the side of the leg. 

“You’ve got it,” he called over the wall of music he, Danny, and Sam were making. Josh kept his eyes squeezed shut so he could remain in the zone. In his head, he was back in the studio when they had first recorded the song. 

“Yeah,” he wailed into the microphone, “Who will bring the rain?” 

As Josh hit his first unbelievably high note, he started to feel rain drops dancing onto his cheeks while he faced the sky. The crowd at first started to murmur in alarm at the rain that was rapidly picking up as Josh continued his “who will bring the rain?” chant but, once they accepted that they were going to get soaked, their cheers returned. Josh could tell that his hair was starting to plaster over his forehead and his clothes were feeling heavier, but he finally opened his eyes and boomed out in his strongest acapella wail the final, “Who will bring the rai-ai-ai-aiiiiii-ain!” 

“Is it still safe to play?” he could hear Jake ask a stagehand. “ I don’t want to get electrocuted.” 

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, pal,” the stagehand assured Jake, though he seemed like maybe not the most trustworthy person. “We’ve got paramedics if you need them.” 

“Great,” Jake mumbled. 

From his keyboard, Sam attempted to push his dampened hair out of his face but wound up sputtering when he got a bunch stuck in his mouth. The paint on his jean jacket had started to run down his arms and chest during “Tears of Rain,” so he slightly resembled a pack of Skittles. None of that seemed to bother him though, since he looked around for confirmation that they were still playing and then broke into “Rhapsody in Blue.” 

“RIGHT ON!” someone close to the stage hollered. Danny joined Sam, keeping a steady beat while Sam put his body into the music, taking short breaks to wipe his hair out of the way. 

On his side of the stage, Jake retrieved a rag from one of the stage hands and tried to wipe off the fretboard. Next to him, Josh gulped down a cup of something that tasted citrusy and scrunched up his face. 

“Ah, that stings.” 

“Hey,” Jake tried to get his attention. 

“Hmm?” 

“I’m glad we’re doing this.” 

“I sure as hell didn’t have this penciled in my calendar for today, but I’m glad we’re doing it as well.” 

Sam was nearing the end of his interlude, so Jake and Josh returned to their designated spots on stage and got ready. 

“Hold somebody close for this next one,” Josh addressed the crowd. “It doesn’t matter if you know them or not.” 

Sam started playing “Light My Love” as puddles began to form on the wooden stage. Out in the crowd, it was split between people trying to shield their heads with jackets, and the more free-spirits, who embraced the rain with arms wide open, prancing around in the forming mud. Josh nearly missed his cue because he was so distracted by a group of young men who had started diving in the mud like it was a slip n’ slide. He made a mental note that he wanted to join them when their set was done. 

“Your mind is a stream of colors, extending beyond our sky, a land of infinite wonders, a billion light years from now.” 

“Woah,” one of the people who had joined the crowd forming on the side stage breathed out. Whoever these guys were, they were good. 

“JJ!” a woman hollered from the sea of faces. “I love you!” 

Jake snickered and lifted a thumbs up to the crowd, which Josh mirrored. 

When they reached the “woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh” part of the song, all four of them started to collectively choke up. Led by Josh, it looked like the entire crowd was waving their arms back and forth to the beat, singing in unison. Their voices overpowered the music and, in that moment, Jake, Josh, Sam, and Danny had never felt more connected to people or, really, more human for that matter. 

The song slowed to a stop and Josh had to take a second to collect himself. Jake was glad that the rain was hiding the tears that had started to pour down his cheeks. 

“HOW ARE WE ALL DOING?” Josh shouted into the microphone once he was composed. 

“ALL RIGHT!” the people shouted back. 

“Champagne, caviar, anyone?” Josh couldn’t help but lean back into the microphone to joke. He was certain that Jake, Sam, and Danny were rolling their eyes behind him, but he didn’t care. It was a great joke, no matter the venue or audience. 

Josh was pretty confident that they were past their 30 minutes, but no one was coming from the side of the stage to stop them, so he moved back to have a brief meeting with the rest of the band. 

“Everyone doing good?” he checked in. Danny looked as if he had just cannon balled into a lake based on how drenched he was, but he was quick to give a thumbs up. People in the 60s really knew how to enjoy music. The number of people he had seen air drumming along with him made him feel like he was on cloud 9. 

“Are we doing Broken Bells?” Sam asked. The paint was now entirely washed away from his clothes, leaving his skin looking like a rainbow had vomited on him. 

“I think we should,” Jake piped in. He had ditched the Sgt. Pepper jacket during “Light My Love” so, like Danny, his chest was out and glistening with moisture in the glow of the stage lights. 

Sam let out a chortle. “I didn’t realize how many songs I’d be doing on the keys tonight.” 

“You’ll get to Phil’s bass soon,” Josh promised. 

Out of seemingly nowhere, a woman hustled on stage and stood on her tiptoes to speak into the microphone Josh had left unattended. The guys whirled around to see what was going on. 

“Jenny Martin, your dad is looking for you,” the woman read off a piece of paper. “Come to the front entrance, Jenny Martin.” 

The woman turned back around and mouthed a quick apology to the band before rushing back to the wing. Josh reapproached the microphone and gave it a testing tap. 

“Shame on you Jenny Martin,” he said with a look of mischief, which earned some laughs. “This one is Broken Bells. It’s about,” Josh paused for a second. “Broken Bells.” 

It was incredible that the rain hadn’t let up for a second since “Tears of Rain.” What was even more incredible though was that they were still playing in spite of the weather disruption, and no one in the audience looked to be in any rush to leave and seek shelter. Josh was pretty sure that he would have dipped for one of the vans after a couple of songs, but he had a feeling that they were keeping the audience captivated by their music, which was the highest praise a musician could receive. 

Jake had requested a stool before their set so he could comfortably play the acoustic part of “Broken Bells,” but a stagehand had told him that the best they could do was a rug. Because Jake didn’t want his pants to get more soaked than they already were, he sucked it up and played the acoustic standing, which took some adjusting. 

The part that he hadn’t considered was how to pull off the switch from acoustic to electric before his guitar solo. Pete Townshend’s guitar was sitting off to the side of the stage on its stand, but none of the stagehands knew any of their music or, consequently, when Jake needed the other guitar. 

“Shit,” Jake whispered to himself as Sam started his solo on the keys. He knew he had about twenty seconds to get himself situated, which was usually more than enough time when he had a professional handing him his guitar from off stage. Doing everything on his own though was going to be complicated. 

Josh let out a call in surprise when Jake tore the strap off of the acoustic and rushed offstage. To an unknowing spectator, it looked like Jake was about to empty the contents of his stomach off to the side but, in reality, he was rushing around in a blind panic, reaching for the electric guitar and cable, thrusting it into the amp. It was kind of Sam to improv on the spot and add a few extra bars to his solo, buying Jake enough time that he could run back to center stage right as he ripped into the first note of his solo. 

“I thought you had dipped,” Josh covered the microphone to call to his twin. 

“Never,” was all Jake could manage to gasp out. 

While Jake, Sam, and Danny played their hearts out in the instrumental part of the song, Josh jogged to the side stage where Dave was standing with Joan Baez, a few guys from Santana, and Ravi Shankar. 

“Enjoying yourselves?” he asked them. 

“Who are you guys?” Greg Rolie asked in amazement. 

“Just a little group from Michigan,” Josh shrugged. He didn’t know what else to say. 

Joan Baez was squinting at Sam. 

“I think that’s the kid who cornered me earlier,” she realized. “I didn’t know he could play.” 

Josh made a mental note to tell Sam about that later, grinned back at the legends who were looking at him in awe, and returned to the microphone to close out the song. 

“THANK YOU!” he called out. Once again, no one was making any effort to remove them from the stage, so Josh turned to Sam. 

“Grab the bass, Sammy. It’s your time to shine.” 

Sam leapt up from his bench and bound to the back of the stage so he could retrieve Phil Lesh’s bass and plug it into his own amp. Jake watched on in concern, keeping his fingers crossed that Sam wouldn’t get electrocuted in the process. All seemed well with him, since he ducked out of his jean jacket and strapped the bass on, stepping up closer to the front of the stage. Josh gave him a thumbs up and Sam smiled back. 

“ONE TWO THREE!” Sam counted them in. They started “When the Curtain Falls,” immediately ejecting the crowd out of the earthly, philosophical music into a more lively, head banging song. 

“Whoo!” they could hear Carlos Santana shout from the wing of the stage. “Now that’s rock n’ roll!” 

Jake couldn’t help but turn around and throw him a pick when he had a break in his riff, which Carlos caught with a loud laugh. 

Through the buckets of rain, Danny watched as some people in the crowd started climbing up the light towers to get a better view. The people who were visible from the stage due to the lights were all collectively throwing themselves around in the mud, cheering and jumping with Josh, who was screaming into the microphone. 

“When the curtain falls, walk the hollow walls, babe, once a valley doll, now you’re not at all, no!”

Sam had had his doubts about playing “When the Curtain Falls” live at Woodstock but, watching the audience’s reception, he was glad that Jake had suggested it. Usually they had “Safari Song” and “Highway Tune” in their setlist to prove to people that they knew how to rock, but “When the Curtain Falls” had an extra heaviness to it that felt fitting for the occasion. 

“DO IT JAKEY, DO IT!” Josh shrieked into the microphone. Jake launched forward and started to shred like he had never shredded before, hitting a brain-bending line of notes up and down the fretboard, bending the strings this way and that. By the time he was done with his solo and started to close out the song, it almost looked like the guitar was smoking. 

“Now I’m warmed up,” Jake grinned around at everyone on stage when the song finished. Josh took that as his cue to introduce their last song of the evening. He would have played forever if given the choice, but he also realized that there was still a line of musicians waiting for their own turn on the stage. It would be cruel to steal such an opportunity from them. 

“This is our last one for tonight,” Josh shared with the crowd. People shouted in protest. “I know, I know,” Josh laughed. “But you’ve got a lot of great musicians up ahead. Now, we want to take you on a journey to end things right. My brother over there, Jake, is a rock n’ roll sherpa, and he’s gonna lead the way. Right Jake?” 

Jake gave him a big thumbs up. 

“Take it away!” Josh shouted. Jake began “The Weight of Dreams” and the crowd was immediately silenced by the hypnotizing riff that echoed over the fields. Josh started to sing his part and, as he moved into the second chorus, he could feel his voice struggling to catch up. He had been testing his vocal chords that evening, but it was mostly because he was so caught up in the moment, he forgot to tone it down in some parts. His voice started to rasp on his last line, and he backed away from the microphone to clear his throat while Danny began to thunder away on the drums in the middle section. Josh gave a silent prayer that his voice would remain intact and, after sucking in a deep inhale, he started to scream at the top of his lungs over Danny’s drums. His voice warbled a bit but the audience started to cheer with him, so he was able to finish his note strong and step back to give Jake center stage as he began his 12 minute long solo. 

Josh stared at his twin shaking his wet hair around and hitting every note perfectly, and then his eyes tracked back to Danny, who was likewise putting his entire body into his part, from crashing his cymbals to stomping on the bass pedal. Sam threw his head back as he leaned into the long, booming chords that he was playing on the keys. Overhead, a thunder strike clapped and, off in the distance, lightning flashed, brightening everyone’s faces for a split second. The time between the thunder sped up as Jake went deeper into his solo and, by the time he reached the climax, lightning was dancing directly over their heads. If Josh didn’t know that it was his brother in front of him, he would have assumed he was a god, controlling the sky with his guitar. 

Josh remembered that he could be doing something during Jake’s solo and broke out of his stunned trance to fetch a tambourine that he had found unattended in the grass earlier in the day. He jogged to the far end of the stage and held a hand over his brow to shield his eyes from the rain as he tried to look out at the audience. It was hard to make out much since it had gotten pretty dark, but each time lightning struck, their faces lit up briefly and, from what he could tell, they all collectively looked transfixed. Jake literally had the entire field of people in the palm of his hand. Josh started to smack around the tambourine and found a spot he was content with at the back of the stage, near Danny’s kit, where he could make his commotion without stealing the spotlight. 

It seemed like Jake never wanted to leave the stage, since his 12 minute solo turned into a 20 minute one. If the audience was lost in his music, Jake might as well have been too, since his fingers ran up and down the fretboard, playing melodies Josh had never heard before. Considering they had a 16 hour studio session before traveling back in time, Jake’s endurance was unbelievable. His fingers should have fallen off ages ago. 

Jake started to slow down around 25 minutes into his solo because he really was feeling on the verge of toppling over, and Josh putting a hand on his back was the nail in the coffin, confirming that it was time to finish things. He entered the last few bars of the song, ripping out the chords like a final blast of energy. It took him a while to catch his breath and muse at the fact that the audience was entirely silent, as if waiting for his next move. He let them wait a few more beats and then played the last part of the song. 

The final note hung suspended in the air for what felt like minutes before fading into silence. 

“Fuck yeah,” Jake whispered to himself. 

Danny, Sam, and Josh moved to the front of the stage to join Jake, signaling that their set was finished, and the silence was quickly replaced with an ear-piercing ovation. Jake held up Pete Townshend’s guitar after unhooking it from its amp, and then they all took a bow. Jake knew he would be tempted to start playing if he stuck around any longer, so he took one last look out at the crowd, released a deep exhale, and then rushed off stage. 

Danny, Sam, and Josh were quick to join him. It was still dark and hard to see, but from what Jake could make out, they all looked as though they had run a marathon. In a sense, with the set they had just played, they basically did. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Dave greeted them, his face elated. “What the fuck was that?” 

“Just some stuff we’ve been working on,” Jake tried to sound humble. 

“I’ve never heard anything like that before,” Dave exclaimed. “I mean, that was far out. Like, far out. These people are lucky they got in for free.” 

“Hey, nice playing out there,” Joan Baez approached Sam, who looked on the verge of passing out from surprise. “Even if you probably pushed my spot in the lineup out by an hour.” 

“I’m so sorry,” Sam’s eyes widened with worry. 

“Don’t be,” Joan Baez laughed. “I don’t mind when the music is good. I do hope you’ll catch my set, though.” 

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Sam was quick to assure her. Joan motioned behind Sam to the line of people who wanted to talk with him and his bandmates. 

“Looks like you’ve got some fans to address,” she said with a beam. With that, she whisked away, leaving Sam dumbfounded. 

“I love it here,” he mused to himself. 

“Dude,” Danny tried to hop on Sam’s back, making his knees buckle at his weight. “Michael Lang invited us to an afterparty. All the other bands are gonna be there.” 

“No fucking way,” Sam’s voice cracked in disbelief. He had to drop Danny back down because he was too exhausted to carry him after their set, but instead opted to squeeze him in a hug. “I can’t believe we did that.” 

Jake joined them with a can of beer in one hand and a rag around his other. 

“I popped like seven blisters and didn’t even realize it,” he motioned down to the rag when he caught Danny and Sam inspecting it. “I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow.” 

“I’ve already signed twelve autographs,” Josh announced with pride as he joined their circle.

“Did you do your legit autograph?” Danny couldn’t help but ask. 

“I signed it as Harry Dickface,” Josh winked at Danny, who shook his head with a bright smile. 

“Do you guys want to take a seat somewhere?” Dave approached the group. “I’m sure you all could use some rest. We’ve got a tent in the back.” 

“Yeah,” Josh nodded. “I think I need to unwind.” 

“Agreed,” Danny, Sam, and Jake echoed. 

They needed a lot of time to process everything. 

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[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Hi Sea! I've been following your blog for a while and I know you're very vocally anti-harry / anti-harries and I never really understood why.. until today. I made the mistake of going to a Harry concert and wow. The contrast between the crowd there and the crowd at Louis' concert was staggering. Sorry to trauma dump on you but holy shit I need you to know how right you are and how fucking dumb and vain Harry's fans are.

I swear 90% of the people there spent more time preparing their outfits than they did learning the songs lyrics.

I distinctively remember the crowd at Louis concert screaming back at him every word of the songs. I remember all the fan projects and us moving our phone lights on sync to the music, and how without knowing anyone there I felt safe surrounded by people who cared about Louis' art as much as I did...

Meanwhile, they had to stop today's concert for 20 minutes because so many people were fainting on the floor that Harry HIMSELF asked the fans several times to take a step back to ensure everyone could breathe. They didn't. The people who were on the stands started chanting "move back" and they still refused to move, just so they could be closer to their beloved 🙄 Talk about fucking entitled pieces of shit. They love to preach that TPWK bs but the *second* they are asked (BY THEIR IDOL, no less!) to do something nice for others they're like "nah, fuck 'em actually". Only when Harry and the whole band left the stage did they move.

Also, whenever Harry asked the crowd to sing, all you could hear was a whole stadium mumbling. It was depressing. Speaking of which, do you know that thing artists do where they say goodbye and fake leave so that people will chant and they'll come back for the encore? Well. Today's was pathetic. I mean it. Harry and the band left and instead of chanting his name or clapping in unison to get him to come back, people just stood there like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍‍♂️🧍 istfg it was a whole 10 minutes of nothing, and then the band had to come back out again to a silent crowd. It was so lame.

Oh. But they all looked gorgeous on their leather pants and pink sunglasses and feather boa scarfs (that btw, left the entire stadium floor covered with plastic feathers for the cleaning crew to deal with) 🙄

It was horrible, bestie, you can't even begin to imagine. Anyway. Harries are trash but what else is new. Can't wait for The FITF tour to come to South America so I can be surrounded by louies again 💙💙💙

Hello!

Thanks for the message! I’m sorry you spent money to have a mediocre experience at a concert.

To be fair, people pushed at Louis’ concerts too, especially near the barricade when he came down. There were also some people who felt unwell and he and the band had to leave the stage. Unfortunately that happens in a GA pit.

The thing about LTWT2022 was that we had all waited so long for the tour that we knew the lyrics like the back of our hands. We had seen the livestream and AFHF2021, and we were so excited to take part in it! But this is the thing about Louis’ concerts: Louis LOVES loud crowd singing, no matter what the quality. He says so in interviews. So even in Milan, people sang the Bigger Than Me lyrics back to him, even though it had only been out for a few days. Fans know every word. I bet when Louis starts performing in December, fans will know every word.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think in Latam Harry is touring a mixture of Fine Line and Harry’s House? That’s a big setlist to remember, and maybe people just don’t bother because his lyrics aren’t meaningful to them. From the few clips I’ve seen, Harry’s performances are less about music and more about him striking poses on stage and occasionally cracking jokes. So whether the audience participates or not makes no difference. A lot of people have commented that Harry’s shows are about “being seen” at a Harry Styles show and posting it to social media. Harry’s music doesn’t exactly inspire empathy or camaraderie or friendship, and neither does Harry himself.

Last, I don’t dislike Harry only because of his fans; a few Harries can be repugnant but most are just normal people. I dislike Harry Styles for the person he is.

I also think the plastic boas and fast fashion that Harry encourages are an environmental disaster. Maybe his next fashion phase will be more climate conscious.

Can’t wait for FITFWT!

#harry styles

[itisannak]

Rose-Colored Glasses Epilogue; Hawaii (Sugar Daddy!Harry)

Summary: Every love story has an end. This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading this type of content, please, scroll through the masterlist to find something you might like. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Public Sex/ Penetrative Sex / Breeding Kink / Corruption Kink if you squint / Pregnancy /  Labor) (Words: 2.3k)

Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City   /  Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen  / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome  /  Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York  /  Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City  / Vol.2, Part 4: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Vol.2, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London  / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

“How is the water?” I ask Harry as he walks towards our hammock. He is dripping with water, the sun highlighting his gorgeous tan. He grabs the towel that has been hanging from a tree branch, softly drying his body before he climbs on the hammock with me. “You would know if you left this book down for ten minutes and joined your poor little husband.” He complains and I chuckle, shaking my head. “The book is captivating.” I reply as he makes himself comfortable behind me. “The book about Hawaiian myths and legends is more captivating than your husband?” “Don’t ask questions you know you won’t like the answer to.” I sigh. He delivers a light slap to my ass, kissing the side of my neck softly. “The curse of marrying an intellectual.” He mumbles, moving his hand down my stomach. He finds the hem of my bikini bottoms, tracing it with the tip of his finger. “Harry…” I sing, stirring in my spot from becoming ticklish. “Yes, honey?” He asks, kissing my neck softly. “You have to stop penetrating me every 5 minutes.” I place the piece of paper I use as a bookmark inside the book and leave it aside, knowing well that I won’t be reading more anytime soon. “It has been at least 15 minutes since I was inside you.” He jokes and I roll my eyes. “We will be seen.” I protest and he laughs at my comment. “By whom? This is a private beach. We got here specifically because it is private and we can fuck all we want here.” He states and I shriek as he slips his hand under the strings of my bikini. “There are people in this little bar over there, remember? They brought us coconut water and fruit a little ago?” I point and he brushes it off. “They are not looking our way. Plus they are very discreet.” “We have to pace ourselves. You’ll get tired of me and start looking for someone else to fuck soon.” “That doesn’t sound plausible. I don’t think I will ever get tired of you. I’ll be 80 and still craving you.” He replies, cupping my sex. I can feel the metal of his wedding band on my sex and that excites me; of all the rings on his fingers, the wedding band is my all-time favorite.

“What do I have to do to convince you to get off birth control?” He asks me in his hot, raspy voice. “This is not a discussion we should have while hot-headed, baby. And it is not something that can happen within a day.” I reply and he hums, stroking my clit slowly. “I am not hot-headed. I was just thinking that it is a good time to start planning. I want to have as many children as I can with you. And I know you want that too. Am I wrong?” He asks and I shake my head. “I want that too. A huge fucking family, as soon as possible. I want that with you, Harry. But I have to talk with my doctor to get off the pill.” “I didn’t know that.” He admits, pressing his fingers more on my sex, causing me to pulse around nothing. “The more you know…” “For now, we can practice, right?” He asks me and I chuckle. “Harry…” I can barely let his name out of my lips. “Just the tip, princess. Just the tip. Let me just, slip it inside your perfect little hole.” He moans by my ear, raising chills along my spine. "What are you doing to me?" I ask him, pushing my ass more toward him. He breathes on the back of my neck, untying the top of my bikini. "Nothing more than what you are doing to me. Can you feel how hard you've made me?" He asks, taking his hand out of my bikini bottoms and lowering the back of the swimsuit, freeing my sex enough for him to have access to it.

"Look at those fucking tits. My God, you look so good, baby. An angel out of heaven, and I get to corrupt you for as long as we live." He murmurs, slowly slipping his tip inside me. He doesn't move past my entrance, and his presence there is making me pulse. "Need you to move inside me." I mumble while his hand roams up to my breasts. He removes the triangular fabric that covers my tit, cupping it with his big hand and squeezing it tightly. "But we said just the tip…" He teases me, kissing the spot below my jaw. "We both know that it is never just the tip, Harry. We have never stayed just at the tip." I reply and he laughs before he thrusts inside me. "Oh, fuck." I cry out, my hand traveling to meet his on my tit. I dig my nails into the back of his hand, causing him to groan against my neck. "Slowly, Harry. One wrong move and we will fall from the hammock." I press my body onto his, leaving no space between our bodies. He wraps his arms around my body tightly, stopping me from squirming and flipping us over. "Fucking on the sand is not that bad." He thrusts his hips upwards, pushing his cock so far inside me that I feel my stomach numbing. "Sand gets everywhere. We don't want an infection halting our month-long, honeymoon fuckfest, do we?" I ask, turning my head to look at him, which he uses as an excuse to capture my lips in a kiss. His tongue hazily moves against mine, his lips curling into a smile as I whimper. "Should I cum inside you, mon amour?" He asks me, his hand leaving my tit and reaching down, moving past my stomach and right into my bikini bottoms again. He presses his middle and forefinger onto my clit, circling it fast, just to watch me jolt up like I have been hit by a lightning bolt. "Sure, ruin another bikini… Hope you like your wife swimming around like a nudist." I tease him and he moans. "A literal dream. The only thing I had in mind when we booked this trip. " He continues stroking my bundle of nerves, making heat spread on my body. "Perv…" "You already knew that, didn’t you? It is the reason you married me” He slams his hips onto my body, harder than before. He is ready for me, he is ready to fill me up. And I am ready for him, I am ready to reach that sweet, sweet high he so generously gives me all the time. “It’s fine. Cum inside me. I’ll buy a new bikini tomorrow morning when I head to town.” I assure him, grabbing onto his forearm. I am ready, I am there, I am there, I am…

I feel as if something exploded inside me, a rush of excitement and pleasure filling me up. Harry holds onto me tightly, keeping me from flipping the hammock over. “Shh, babygirl. Shit, you get so loud when I fuck you good, don’t you?” He asks, his hand from around my body moving to my mouth to muffle me up. “There, there…” I keep murmuring as he continues stimulating my clit. It is a constant jolt, my full body spasming the longer he touches me after my orgasm. Of course, I can hear the words come out muffled, but I can’t stop myself from repeating them. “Ready for me, baby?” He asks through gritted teeth. I nod and hum, pulling his hand out of my bikini. It is too much for me, and I want to feel the pure sensation of him exploding inside me, no other distractions. “Fuck, fuck… You take my cum so well.” He praises me, gluing his hips on my ass as he fills me up. “Kiss me.” I demand, turning my head towards him. He pulls me in for a kiss, capturing me in a breath-stopping kiss. I don’t care about anything right now but him. I have all I want right in my arms, or better said, I am between the arms of everything I want.

I hop off the hammock, fixing my bikini to cover what Harry has exposed to the world. Harry whistles at me, making me turn around and give him a side-eye. “What? I am just admiring what is beautiful… And with this light, you look like a work of art, darling.” He replies and I stretch my body. “If you are trying to kill me with a heart attack to get my inheritance, I haven’t included you in my will yet…” He states and I turn around so fast, I hear my neck pop. “Why would you have a will? Is there something you are not telling me? Are you sick? Is it the reason we got married? For us to be able to enjoy some good time together before it gets bad?” I ask him, eyes going wide in worry. “Baby, I was just joking. I am absolutely healthy, we don’t have to worry about anything.” "And you don’t have a will?” I ask and he nods his head. “There has been no need for one this far.” “This far? “Now that we are married and we are thinking of starting a family, I might need to get some things in order. Just to make sure you are going to be ok if something happens.” He replies as I climb onto the hammock to join him. “I don’t like this conversation.” I pout and he wraps his arms around me. “Let’s change the topic, then.” “It’s nice here…” I sigh and relax on his chest. “It is. A little piece of paradise.” He kisses the top of my head, stroking his hand down my back softly. “And apparently a great place to raise kids. Good hospitals, good schools.” I list off and he hums. “Looks like you did your research.” “Just some info, I was a bit curious about the place.” “Curious?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders, looking up at him. “I just wish we could stay in this place forever.” I admit and he smiles softly.

–

"Is there space for me here?" Harry calls for my attention. I raise my gaze from my book to see him standing up with 2 glasses of lemonade in his hands. “Of course…” I move a little, letting him sit behind me, his legs on either side of my body. He grabs one of the pillows that are laying on the throw blanket we are sitting on and brings it between his torso and my back as I take a sip of the refreshing lemonade. “There we go. How are my babies?” He asks, cradling my protruding bump in both hands. “We are ok. Even better now that daddy is here.” I smile, bringing my hand to stroke my stomach. The baby has finally calmed down with the kicking, and I feel better now that I am sitting on the grass, watching the beautiful Hawaiian sunset. This little spot in our yard always seems to soothe me, and since I have entered the month I am due to deliver, I spend most of my days here. “All well in NY?” I ask him and he hums. “Everything is as it was. Or at least it seems like it.” “You are worried you are not there, aren’t you?” I ask and he chuckles. “I am still adjusting to remote work, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here.” He strokes my hair and I relax back on his chest.

It is true that we are both still adjusting to this change. Everything happened so fast; we saw this house when we were on our honeymoon, so we decided to buy it, just to have a little safe haven here and a reason to get away more frequently. By the time we were done renovating it, we found out that we were expecting, which gave us a reason to consider the quality of life we would like to offer our family. So we decided to split our time between New York and Hawai'i, at least for the first couple of years of our baby’s life. Which means that Harry will have to work remotely for half of the year. He says he doesn’t mind, but I know his controlling nature is eating him alive. But at the very least, he is trying and I appreciate that more than I can phrase. I changed the topic of my Ph.D. even, right after our honeymoon, much to my supervisor’s dismay. Our trip inspired me to study Hawaiian art and the mythological representation in Hawaiian culture. I have to start over and throw away all the previous research I did, but I am enjoying this topic way more than the previous one.

Even Chrissy and Adrian relocated here. Harry and Adrian are opening a restaurant, a high Hawaiian cuisine, which if all goes well, will be a classy spot celebrating locality. Harry chose Adrian as the manager of the restaurant due to his experience in hospitality, but deep down I think he did it so I could have my best friend here, to keep me happy. He won’t admit that, though. He thinks the only person he can trust with this business is Adrian, which I agree with. I love having Chrissy here; when she is not busy with work and Mark, her 1-year-old son, she spends her time with me, and she has been the biggest help with this pregnancy, keeping me calm and helping me feel confident in this role I am about to take.

And just like that, Harry and I will be married for 3 years in 4 months, 3 years of the most beautiful moments of my life, 3 years of pure magic. May we have 100 more…

“Should we head in for dinner? The timer will go off in a couple of minutes.” Harry suggests, peeking at his phone. I nod my head, picking up my book before Harry helps me up from the ground. “Harry…” I call calmly as he picks up the blanket and pillows. “Yes, sunshine?” He folds the blanket messily. “I think my waters just broke.”

Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City   /  Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen  / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome  /  Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York  /  Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City  / Vol.2, Part 4: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Vol.2, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

#Harry Styles #harry styles fic #harry edward styles #harry imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles smut imagine #harry styles smut fic #imagine #fic #smut #smut imagine #smut fic #Wattpad #wattpad writer #ko-fi #ko-fi writer #h.s #h.e.s #h.s imagine #h.s fic

[marisramblings]

“Griffith did Nothing Wrong”

I’m going to need you all to humor me until the eclipse. Tw: SA

Let’s set the stage that spawned this post. I stumbled upon Berserk when I was 9 years old. This was the early days of YouTube (2009) when anime was uploaded with abandon and minimal copyright. Don’t ask me to explain why my 9 year old self was watching gory anime scenes—I also found Umineko no Naku Koro Ni—I was and that’s it. I saw part of the eclipse episode, but I could never find the full show. I’ve known about Berserk for years. With only a passing interest, I learned most of the plot of the Golden Age arc. I’ve known for years what happens during the eclipse, but never the details of the story. I could’ve read the manga, but I decided to wait until it finished. A manga that was in publication for over 30 years does not give me confidence. Authors die and I refuse to start any series that’s been petering along for decades. It’s too disappointing, and I don’t feel like experiencing that again. Well, Kentaro Miura did die and there was a lot of discussion on whether his staff will continue the manga (they are), so I just shelved it.

So, here I am in 2022. I think I just had a passing curiosity, as adhd is apt to do, and looked up Berserk (1997) and found the whole show subbed. Finally, I could watch this show I’ve been curious about for 10+ years. Watch I did, and Griffith became my favorite character.

“But he’s a—“ I know. “He did—“ I promise you, I know. I know what Griffith did, and does, and I love him. After staunchly touting the “Griffith did everything wrong” I am here to say, Griffith is not a bad person. In fact, Griffith didn’t do anything wrong.

Bitch, the fuck?

Hi, if you’re still reading, thank you. I will ignore the pitchforks and hanging rope and quickly explain myself. This post is defending pre-eclipse Griffith. Admittedly, I’m not even mad about the eclipse, though one obvious part will never sit well. Let’s start at the beginning.

Griffith wasn’t a bad person. He wasn’t evil. At best, he was a cold, callous, self-centered man. He’s right, Griffith forced no one to join him or forced anyone into battle. Yes, the only reason he created the Band of the Hawk, slept with creepy adults, fought battles, and committed a few assassinations was in service to his dream. No, that doesn’t make him evil. Griffith makes no illusions to his followers, he doesn’t pretend to be their friend or give a damn. He has a goal and he will do what he needs to achieve it. Get in line or fuck off.

Some may argue that objectifying those around him makes him bad. For me, good and bad aren’t the only choices. Griffith is neutral. He’s not a good person by any means, though. Our hawk reads to me as someone incapable of fostering true connection. He’s abnormally pretty, which definitely caused him issues, inquisitive, and quite intelligent. He started forming his mercenary group around 13-15 years old. I do relate this, living in your own world that no one else seems to or wants to understand. There are often two reactions to that, desperately try to fit in or see others as NPCs.

Griffith is a child

If you look into our cast’s ages, most of them are 17-25. Griffith is about 20-21 by the end of the Golden Age arc. What I’m trying to empress upon you all is that he’s young. I’m 22, and while I definitely feel adult, working at a retirement home puts my life in perspective. 22 is fucking young. There are people who have been retired longer than I’ve been alive. Griffith is a fucking child and, in my opinion, the most childish person after Rickert and Charlotte.

Let’s analyze his dream. Little boy Griffith dreamt of having a kingdom. He dreamt of knowing his place in the world, and of being more than a peasant with a run of the mill life. Having a kingdom, living in a castle, these are the dreams of children. Griffith is clinging to something childish. That may seem unrealistic, I mean, Griffith commands thousands of men, he’s a viscount, he sniffed out and snuffed out political subterfuge, he clearly has a real world grasp of the complexities of running a kingdom. He knows how to get his dream, though that requires severe luck or causality, but the dream itself is hollow like a child’s. He wants a kingdom. Do we ever see people in the kingdom? Do we every see anyone standing by Griffith’s side? Do we see culture, holidays, anything but a castle on a tall hill? Griffith has accumulated a mountain of bodies for something so empty. Griffith is a man with the dreams of a child, but his actions have adult consequences and that is something that eats him alive. He feels guilt and regret and buries deep within so he can avoid it. Someone died on his order? That’s fine, they’re just a toy I’m using. We need money and I had to sleep with Gennon? It’s not traumatizing that I was only a few years older than his slaves and that may have been my first sexual experience. I’m not making this point to excuse his actions, just his mindset. Griffith appears adult and in some respects he is, but he’s also a child who’s been in a bit of arrested development.

Yes, he’s an asshole

Turns out when everything goes your way forever and everyone seems to love the act you put on, you become kind of an arrogant prick. Still not the most egregious I’ve seen, but a prick nonetheless. Part of that is due to his controlling nature. Griffith is neurotic levels of control freak, something I also relate to. There’s a script that must be followed and damn anyone who dares step from it (Guts). This is going to be a Griffith is autistic post, isn’t it? He’s also an intj and I’ve gotten intp and intj consistently…

People don’t treat objects well, that’s why objectification is usually bad. You’re not friends with objects and you don’t mourn objects, please ignore the scars on my upper arms and the smile that never reaches my eyes. For the most part, Griffith isn’t an active asshole. He’s not walking up to his men and saying he finds them expendable. He’s not gossiping with them.

He does admit to Charlotte, in an incredibly rare moment of vulnerability, that he only considers people with their own dreams his equal. I can see where that comes from. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. You can’t have an equal and genuine relationship with people who worship you. Think a celebrity dating a fan, not impossible but very unlikely to be successful. There’s also a little glimmer into Griffith, that people without dreams piss him off. An intrinsically and unique facet of who he is. We all have values that shape our opinions of others.

Let’s talk Charlotte (No, I’m not discussing the age gap. It’s the Middle Ages)

I’ve dubbed that sex scene as dubcon. I am using a fanfic term, but that’s how I see it. For some, dubcon is noncon and that’s fine. I’m not here to argue. Griffith was forceful, and he did push, but I feel if Charlotte had said “no” again and continued to resist, he would’ve quit. Charlotte was an ego boost and control freak panic. Griffith lives in a world where everyone loves him and women would jump his bones at a moment’s notice. He needs to reaffirm this “fact”, he needs the world where he gets what he wants and everyone gives happily. Also, raping the fucking princess might get you…killed. Charlotte is a sweet girl and Griffith was thinking about another person while deflowering her, I assume with little prep. This was fucking shitty.

The day of the eclipse

For the longest time, I thought the eclipse was a couple of months after Griffith was rescued. It’s the next day. You know how people decry torture because it can drastically damage a person’s physical and mental health and cause severe trauma? I had to look away during Griffith’s torture, that shit was medieval. Cut tendons, pulled nails, branding, rape, probable castration, tongue cut, bones broken, pierced by thick needles…he went through this for a year.

Trauma like that can change your personality. I’m not surprised that in his pain Griffith blamed Guts. Remember, this man is a child. Children blame others instead of themselves. Guts broke through his mask and was his first true emotional connection. Then, Guts left. He veered off script and threw the laws that govern Griffith’s the world. That can’t do. Of course Griffith had to sleep with Charlotte. The laws needed to be mended. Guts forced his hand and now he’s here practically dead on the cold cobblestone floor smelling like piss and shit and watching the wall swirl into a hallucination of demonic beings in a room out of relativity. I’m not expecting rationality from Griffith. I’m honestly impressed that he could process words.

Did he attempt to rape Casca in the wagon? Kinda? I thought this at first, but then thought that he was really seeking normal physical comfort. We never see Griffith hug people or seek physical comfort. One could say that Charlotte served that purpose as well, though that is straight speculation.

I see the belief for rape, but I also see the same line of thinking with Charlotte. It’s his ego. Women were throwing themselves at him. I feel like rape, in this instance, would only hurt his ego. He’s Griffith, he doesn’t need to force women. They’ll all kill for the chance to be in his godly prescence. So when Casca turns away and rebuffs him, he stops. Casca, his most devoted follower who would’ve jumped at the chance last year, refuses him. I don’t think she even perceived it as assault. Griffith is that pathetic.

Griffith has been free for a day. Let’s list what happens: He’s too weak to even choke Guts. Guts and Judeau, seasoned soldiers, are horrified by his face. A soldier reveals his emaciated body to his men. The group he painstakingly formed, fought for, sold his body for, look at him in pity and rally around the man he blames for his state. His most ardent defender is in love with said man and looks at him with pity. She will stay out of pity, but not love/admiration. The kid he envisions isn’t his because I tell you at least his balls are gone. His one life goal is shattered.

I will be getting a little personal. My dad had a stroke and he’s now disabled. He isn’t handling the change well. His pride is hurt, he feels like a child, he feels weak and pathetic and emasculated. His attitude is less than stellar and he lives in denial that he’ll be working a fast-paced job and being the breadwinner again. That is Griffith, except his denial is shattered when he shatters his elbow. He doesn’t have time to truly process anything. All of this shit hits him at once and he attempts to kill himself. He also fails at that.

Pre-torture Griffith would never kill himself, and now post-torture can’t even manage that. He can’t walk, talk, or do the most basic of things. His life at 21 is fucking over. That brief fantasy was denial. His hair won’t grow back, the skin on his face will never look normal. So, we get the eclipse.

@blood-ember made a great post. The god hand had to wait for an extremely traumatized man, isolate him, and show him strange visions that egged him into sacrificing the Band of the Hawk. Griffith was an amalgamation of emotions, not just negative ones. He still felt love for his group and Guts and Casca. I cannot view a quick decision made in such horrendously manipulative circumstances as valid. Griffith would not have made this decision last year.

Yassified Griffith Femto is not human, he doesn’t feel in the same way and has been imbued with literal evil. I do think raping Casca is in character, but I mostly blame Miura. For some reason, the demons that kill everyone else, instead rip off Casca’s clothes and assault her. Guts is only alive because he’s Guts. Casca was kept alive by Miura, not Griffith, to be raped. Griffith was still in his cocoon when that shit happened. Miura treated Casca in the most sickening and misogynistic manner possible. Griffith is wrong, and this is an action that I will never dismiss or diminish. Kento Miura should’ve killed Casca.

Conclusion

I like Griffith because I like morally bankrupt, intelligent pretty boys. Makishima Shogo is my favorite Pyscho-Pass character next to Akane. Griffith isn’t a bad person for most of the Golden Age arc. He reminds me of myself in some ways. The odd man out, isolated, a little childish, and analytical. He’s a great character and I hold no illusions that he’ll get a good end. He will probably die and I’m not mad. He deserves it. This arc is a good story. I wish they had developed our side cast more because the only ones I cared about at the end were Rickert and Judeau. Pippin, I do love you, but I know shit about you.

After a decade of going off other people’s assumptions, I have seen the full picture and changed my mind. Griffith, at least until the eclipse, really did nothing wrong.

#mari’s rambles #berserk #griffith berserk #sa tw #sa mention #berserk 1997 #the golden age arc #Griffith did nothing wrong #please don’t kill me #he’s done a lot wrong after though #he girlbossed too close to the sun #for legal purposes this is a joke

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I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

Bullets, while an absolute mess, is one of my favorite MCR albums. I think it’s underrated and deserves more love, though I get why it doesn’t appeal to everyone. These are my thoughts about each song on Bullets, not including covers and other tracks they performed in that era.

Romance - Not too much to say, a simple but nice album opener, I like the old-timey vibe and how it speeds up a little in the second half

Honey - one of my favorites off Bullets and the second song to catch my eye, big fan of the lyrics and vocals in general, especially the contrast between the softer slower parts and Gee’s screaming, I also really like the layering. In terms of meaning, I think it’s about an ex-girlfriend of Mikey’s, which I heard in a radio interview from 2002 (I don’t remember which one), though I think we’re all familiar with Gee’s iconic intro. Additionally, there’s a music video based on the Japanese horror film Audition, and it’s really fucking weird

Vampires - another of my favorites from this album, I really like the build, my favorite part is probably around 4:10 when he sings “I’ll never let them hurt you”, I adore the ending (starting about 4:26), I especially like the whispers at the very end, I love how frantic and desperate the whole song is. I’m pretty sure the song is about alcoholism/people who encourage your bad habits and drag you down with them, though I don’t recall where I read/heard that. Also, fun fact, Vampires was the song that originally got Geoff Rickly from Thursday to produce Bullets: “Saavedra sent him a CD of a song called ‘Vampires Will Never Hurt You’ and it blew Rickly’s mind. ‘I called them right away and said, “This is really cool. I’ve never heard anything quite like it.” You could hear their influences, I heard some Thursday, some AFI and some other things in there but it was unique enough – and especially for a band only a month old. I was really impressed.’” (Not the Life It Seems: The True Lives of My Chemical Romance, 35-36) Also, the video -- the gothic aesthetic, the low quality camera, the bad lighting, the awkward angles, the bad early 2000s editing, Frank’s hair -- I love it all

Drowning Lessons - more great lyrics, I love the middle part (2:16-2:43), the end is great where it fades out and then comes back with a different riff and then fades out again, a very fun song, such a shame that it’s never played live

Our Lady of Sorrows - a fun, punchy song, a lot of great screaming, especially at the end, I love the riff(? guitar thingy) at 1:20, my favorite part is 1:34-1:47, also Gee’s favorite lyric (at least at one point) “Oh how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying”. Not sure what this one’s about other than a knife fight

Headfirst for Halos - I feel bad, but this is one of my least favorite songs from this album, I don’t even have it on my MCR playlist, still a fun rhythm and guitar part with comically dark contrasting lyrics. I’ve heard it’s based in part on Peter Pan with the references to pixie dust, thinking happy thoughts, and flying home

Skylines and Turnstiles - the song that started it all, I didn’t really like it the first time I heard it, but it really grew on me and now I love it, some of the best lyrics from Bullets, dark and beautiful and hopeful, especially given the context of 9/11, my favorite song intro from this album

Early Sunsets over Monroeville - I’m shaking and sobbing, my favorite song from Bullets and one of my favorite MCR songs overall, the first song to really catch my eye (more like grab me by the throat), beautiful and heart wrenching and amazing and so fucking sad and devastating, every time I listen to this song I either start crying or get really close, everything about this song is divine and gut-wrenching but starting at 2:12 it just destroys me completely, the lyrics, his fucking screams, the rawness, I mean “And there’s no room in this hell / There’s no room in the next / And our memories defeat us / And I’ll end this direst”, I’m never going to recover from listening to this. Also, fun fact, Gee’s performance of Early Sunsets was so powerful that “‘Afterwards, everybody just left and went outside to smoke cigarettes because they couldn’t deal with looking at him after he had sung that,’ says Rickly. ‘He had just ripped himself open in front of everybody. He’d taken it so far that it was uncomfortable for anyone who was friends with him. They hadn’t seen him as Gerard the singer, they still saw him as their buddy Gerard. It’s a little scary to see someone do what he did.’” (Not the Life It Seems: The True Lives of My Chemical Romance, 61)

This Is the Best Day Ever - like Headfirst to Halos I don’t have this on my MCR playlist, I just feel somewhat lukewarm about this song, though I really like 0:40-0:47 with the fun guitar part and rhythm of “Every hour / On the hour”, and I love the build during 1:05-1:20, it’s not as interesting melodically as most of their other songs but it does have some pretty fun variations, especially considering how short it is

Cubicles - another song that I was initially dubious of but warmed to a lot, I like the whole song but I especially like the switch at 1:56 and then how it builds through 2:54, my favorite part is at 3:11-3:28 with the cool guitar riff and the fading our vocals and the repetition of “I think I’d love to die alone”, overall a very nice song that I rarely seek out to listen to but never skip

Demolition Lovers - a brilliant album closer, another one of my favorites, probably my second favorite on Bullets which is funny considering I thought it was kind of underwhelming the first few times I heard it, everything is great from Gee’s emotional delivery to the builds throughout the first half to that break at 2:50, and then that simple quiet melody with the guitar slowly joined by the drums and then finally Gee’s voice so tenderly at 3:33, fucking beautiful, and then how it picks back up at 4:09 with that great guitar solo before Gee returns at 5:04 with so much desperation and pain, absolutely amazing song, very strong end for Bullets, and definitely the most coherent narratively

I intend to go through all of MCR’s albums and then their other work in later posts, and I’m thinking about ranking the songs in each album as well. Feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions with me.

#mcr #my chemical romance #i brought you my bullets you brought me your love #honey this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us #vampires will never hurt you #drowning lessons #our lady of sorrows #headfirst for halos #skylines and turnstiles #early sunsets over monroeville #this is the best day ever #cubicles #demolition lovers #album review