#this took years off my life and i had to delete some gifs bc of the gif limit ugghhh

[seireitonin]

Dating: Eyeless Jack

Have to talk about someone besides LJ and Toby so here’s some EJ as requested! Sorry I lost your OG question whoever sent it :( Ik EJ has no “canon” backstory but the one I grew up with and the one that the fandom uses the most is the college/ cult one so that’s the one I’m using :3 also I hc EJ a bit different so yeah :3 I had to rewrite this 4 times bc the progress kept getting deleted 😭

After multiple years of living off human organs in the forest, EJ has lost most of his social skills

So he doesn’t really try

He just sneaks into peoples homes, takes what he needs and leaves

He set his sights on you. You were perfect.

Your house is close to the forest, you live alone, you seem to sleep pretty heavy

He’ll be in and out no problem

So he sneaks into your home, quietly. Not waking you

And he stands over you, looking down at you

It’s ironic because he has no eyes, yet the demon inside him lets him see through the dark clearly

He watches you sleep peacefully

Your chest rising and falling rhythmically, your perfectly placed features, your soft breathing

He definitely would’ve had a crush on you in college

College….the fact that you made him think of college, his old life at all in any way at all, he knew you were more than just a quick meal

So he left

What was his next step? Stalking you of course!

He watched you go about your normal days. Talk to your friends, eat your food and watch tv. Normal.

He fantasized about living normally alongside you

He didn’t ask for the life he had now after all, it was thrust upon him

Part of him almost hated you for being so carefree but he knew that wasn’t fair to you

Since he can’t be part of your normal life, you’ll have to be part of his weird one

He took you from your home in your sleep, only using the smallest injection of drugs to keep you unconscious

And you woke up screaming in his cabin in the forest

He hated you screaming at the sight of him

Not only because it annoyed him, but you’re supposed to be making him feel normal. You’re just reminding him that he’s a monster

“I’m not going to hurt you”

You stay silent for days you stayed silent and frozen in fear

Jack understands at first but after multiple days of your silence he gets angry

Part of him loved that he was able to take someone else’s normal life away like his was

After an unsuccessful hunt for food, he talks to you, upset

“What’s the point of you being here if all you’re going to do is stare at me?!”

You look at him silently still

“Say something to me! Anything! Just….talk to me like I’m….”

“Like you’re what?”

The first words you’ve said to him…

“Human”

You two start to talk. Not like you have much else to do

And after days of talking you start to weirdly get along with him. And you don’t even know what he looks like

He always covered head to toe, black clothes, black gloves, blue mask with his black hoodie covering his head. You were barely able to figure out he had brown hair because you saw one tuff

You don’t want to upset your literal captor so you don’t push it

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I…just don’t know what you look like”

“You don’t have to”

Jack is terrified of showing you what he looks like. How could he even explain his appearance. Talking with you has been the most normal he’s felt in years. If he shows you what he looks like…that feeling is over

“Please….”

He hears you ask softly

“No…you don’t need to see what I look like”

“You kidnapped me it’s literally the least you can do”

“……”

“I won’t judge”

“There’s so much about me I can’t explain. I… talking with you has made me forget about what I am. So please….let me savor this feeling”

You nod and respect his wishes

Then days turn into weeks and into months

And you ask again

“Jack, please let me see your face”

“No”

“It’s my birthday! This is all I want for a present!”

He legs out a sigh

“Is this really what you want?”

You nod

“Only if you take it off” he was fully ready for your look of disgust and screams of terror

And so you do and you smile at him as you take him in, his grey skin, soft brown hair that falls into his face a bit and sharp teeth oh and no eyes

“Why aren’t you screaming?”

“I don’t know”

Jacks been sleeping by your side since that night

You guys don’t call yourself a couple, but it’s basically what you are

But being with him isn’t all fun

When he had to hunt he comes back angry, not at you, but the fact that he has to do it at all

So he’s snappy, irritable and barely talks and he’s just not pleasant to be around when he’s like that

He hates hunting and feeding and won’t do it for days and only does it when absolutely necessary

When that happens the demon he’s hosting takes over and it’s terrifying

He gets much taller, he barely talks, becomes more animalistic and at night he just stares at you, like he’s trying to hold himself back from attacking you

He hates that you have to see him like that but he also hates hunting and feeding

When he feeds he will never do it around you

He’ll always go in another room but you can hear everything

You can hear the noises of him eating because he eats like a ravenous animal

You can hear his growling and panting and fleshy ripping noises as he tears into the meat of the organs with his teeth

He’ll come back to your bedroom blood, around his mouth, hands and the rest of him and you have to pretend everything is normal or he’ll get mad

“You think because I don’t have eyes I can see the way you look at me?! Stop looking at me like that!”

You can only look away

He can’t take you out like a normal boyfriend can because of the way he looks and it makes him upset

So when he sees you wanting to do normal couple things it hits a nerve

“You know damn well I can’t do that”

He’s upset that he can’t be normal alongside you and give you what you deserve

He tries to take you on walks around the forest but he knows you deserve more

He’s super possessive of you and keeps you by his side at all times. You’re the only thing that makes him feel normal

Even though he trusts you he always is watching you to make sure you don’t try to escape

Try to escape and there WILL be consequences

But hopefully it’ll never come to that

Jack sometimes gets really depressed about how his life turned out so sometimes if that happens he’ll just cry

Well, he’ll try to

The tar burned his tear ducts and he has no eyes so he’ll just make these heaving noises and they’re so sad to listen to

It’s so heartbreaking that he can’t do a human thing like cry

So you just hold him as he makes those noises, comforting him as best you can

“I wish I could look into your eyes, Jack”

“Me too”

He hasn’t had a romantic connection like this in years

His last romantic interest was Jenny the girl who made him this monster in the first place so sometimes he’s scared you’re going to somehow you’re gonna betray him

He knows he’s being paranoid though or so he hopes

On top of that he’s not good at communicating / being social at all since he’s spent so much time alone

So when he’s upset or angry or has a problem with you he won’t talk it out with you he just leaves or is quiet. Worst case scenario, just mean

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll get over it so just drop it.”

“But-“

“Drop it. Now.”

He gets better with communication as time goes on

Although he still really struggles with it

He’s also not very affectionate so it’ll feel like you’re alone even when he’s with you

He doesn’t do it on purpose, hes just so used to not receiving affection and he hasn’t given anyone affection in years

After some talks he’ll get better with it

He really does love you he just doesn’t exactly know how to show it

But he tries

He knows you can’t leave the house with him so when he’s out, he’ll get you your favorite food, a trinket or something else you like

“Here. I know you like this”

He sleeps much better now that you’re next to him

He’s grateful for you

He really is. You didn’t have to open up to him and accept him but you did and he’ll forever love you for that

Since your actual house is close to the forest you actually take him back to your house and live with him normally

You watch TV together, lounge around and get takeout that he can’t consume so he watches you eat it and just laugh and talk

When he’s with you, he’s normal. You’re his normal. His home. He finally found what he wanted in you

Although it’s not perfect, you’re together and that’s all he needs

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta characters #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #crp #eyelessjack hcs #eyeless jack hc #eyeless jack hcs #eyelessjack #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you

[thefrontofmymind]

When At Lover's Lake (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader) 18+

a/n: this is a repost! i posted and deleted it like 3 weeks ago bc i got shadowbanned like right after i posted it so let's hope this goes a little better this time! kisses! x

SYNOPSIS: You come back to Hawkins for Winter Break and catch up with your best friend, super duper senior, Eddie Munson.

WARNINGS: weed smoking, SMUT so 18+ please and thanks! (unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it, folks)

You didn’t know what did it, but for some reason the Hawkins winter had gotten to you. You had a chill in your bones that you just couldn’t shake and it was becoming frustrating, more than anything else. You figured it was a way for the universe to punish you for leaving the small town, and all the people in it, when you left for college that previous September. Well, you say the universe, but it was probably closer to your best friend, Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, who would without a doubt strike up a deal with a higher power to make sure you knew he missed you.

And you missed him as well, of course–the weekly letters back and forth and the occasional phone call just wasn’t cutting it. It was a shock you didn’t expect, you didn’t realise just how much you’d miss your Eddie once you left, with him having to repeat his senior year for the second time.

“This is my year, doll!” he’d tell you. “You’ll have to give me the grand tour of campus next year!”

You didn’t have much hope in Eddie actually going to college–you knew him that well, that it was obvious educational institutions weren’t his forte–but you held onto his drive at getting his diploma at least, you’d already began to make a plan to see him walk across that stage in May.

It took you a total of twenty minutes after you’d set foot in Hawkins to reunite with the man, himself–an all too familiar knock at your bedroom window as you placed your duffel bag for the winter break on your old bed. 

Almost on instinct, you rushed to the window to let Eddie inside, still thinking of all the times he’d sneak into your room to hang out during high school.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug after you dragged him through your window. “How’s fancy-schmancy college life treating you?”

“Boring compared to yours, I imagine,” you answered. “Still running that little group of yours? And the business?”

“The Hellfire Club is good, we got a couple freshmen and they’re alright…” Eddie smiled. “And business is good, missing my favourite customer though…”

There was a silence between the two of you…was it awkward now? What happened in the three months you were gone that created this air of tension with you and Eddie–you didn’t know where to look, how to stand, all you could think about was how much you missed him.

“Well, I’m here now so let’s make up for it!” you joked. Eddie just nodded and helped you climb out of your window, like old times. The sun was just starting to drop, but there was still light in the sky, your parents wouldn’t mind if you were out late–you were an adult that was off at college for three quarters of the year now–though you figured they would probably hold an issue with the fact that you were out with the town freak, smoking weed at Lover’s Lake.

It was comfort, being back in Eddie’s old van that you swore just ran off prayer and the cheapest gas possible these days, rugged up in the blanket Eddie kept for you, while he blasted his newest cassette for you as he drove like a madman to Rick’s now abandoned shack on the shoreline of Lover’s Lake.

There were no other cars there when Eddie finally parked and settled with you in the back of his van, not very surprising considering the Indiana cold in December, fresh snow still dusted on the ground all over.

Eddie quickly parked and climbed into the back of the van with you, onto the crochet blanket he’d “found”–you were pretty sure it was taken from some random house party and no one ever came looking for it, and you’d made your piece with that.

Eddie pulled a joint out of the glove compartment of his van, pre-rolled for convenience, and lit up. He took the first few puffs before handing it to you. He simply sat back, trying to relax while you raised it to your lips. It was a relief, your dorm mate was a staunch conservative and would totally snitch on you if you tried smoking back at school, so you hadn’t partaken in a good while, and that was clear quite quickly.

Within minutes, you felt the high wash over you, more than Eddie felt. While he was simply more relaxed, a weight off his shoulders, your eyes were bloodshot, and you couldn’t stop giggling. It made Eddie laugh, when you explained that you hadn’t gotten high since you’d left Hawkins.

“Awww, my little lightweight!” he teased, roughing up your hair and taking the joint from between your fingers. “Maybe you take it easy, eh?”

You agreed, deciding it’d be better to just sit in the van as Eddie smoked. You caught up on all the going-ons of Hawkins, the new freshmen, how Eddie’s classes were going, how the new sheriff didn’t seem to care enough to even try to bust him once yet since he started at the end of the summer.

Eventually you’d caught up on everything, and so you sat in silence for a while–you’d mostly sobered up and mellowed out.

“Do you think we’d be friends if we met today?” Eddie asked out of the blue, laying back and just staring up at the roof of the van. “Like with how we are now? Or do you think we’d be too different, you off at college and me still stuck here?”

You contemplated it for a small second. “I think so. I think we’re the kind of people who were made to be close, like it’s written in the stars or something, so I think it was always in the universe’s plan for us to be friends.”

You saw Eddie smile, just a little. “Me too.”

“I can’t believe I was intimidated by you when we first met…” you reminisced. You’d met on the first day of your freshman year of high school–Eddie’s sophomore year, you’d just moved to Hawkins from a few towns over, your dad got a new job that required relocation.

His hair was still pretty short then, but he still had those curls, just cropped a lot closer to his scalp, and his skin was bare–which with your encouragement was not the case anymore. You ran into him in the hall, literally, not watching where you were going and face planted right into his chest as he stood at his locker. You were too scared to say anything as he just stared at you, and you quickly ran off after mumbling a quick apology. 

In the following days he tracked you down, he was intrigued by you, no one seemed to know who you were so he took it upon himself to introduce you to the world of Hawkins High, cliques and all. It was a shock to his system when he discovered you were almost a carbon copy of him–same music taste, love of fantasy, and a flair for the dramatics, you became friends immediately and you could count on one hand the amount of days you didn’t see him during your four years of high school after that.

“You know…” Eddie started, still avoiding eye contact. “When we first met, I had such a big crush on you…” Your blood ran cold at the revelation. 

“Yeah…. I did too-I had a crush on you, I mean…” You couldn’t blame the weed on your sudden burst of confidence. “Why didn’t we ever do anything?”

Eddie finally looked at you, who was staring right back at him. “I don’t know,” he said matter-of-factly. “I don’t know…”

“So do something now.”

Eddie quickly sat up with wide eyes, questioning you in a way. You didn’t say anything, but your grin spoke for you. You knelt on the floor of the van, and shimmied closer to Eddie, who was still sitting, legs out in front of him. You placed a hand on the side of his face–you could feel electricity running through your fingertips.

It took a second for your lips to reach his, but when it finally happened, you knew with every bone in your body that this was the universe’s plan all along. Warmth spread through your body as Eddie grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, and deepening the kiss. Your tongue brushed against his bottom lip, which he adjusted to let in, letting out a small groan as it happened, making you smirk into the kiss.

Soon enough, your hands began to wander from the sides of his face, to the hair on the back of his neck–which received a small tug–then to his shoulders, under his leather jacket, which was swiftly removed from his form, leaving him in just a t-shirt.

Eddie broke away from the kiss to catch his breath, as you did the same.

“A-are you sure this is alright?” he asked between pants.

You nodded, and began placing light kisses to his jaw, then to the column of his neck. “And you? Are you okay with this?”

Eddie let out a low chuckle, hands rubbing small circles on your hips. “Baby, I’m more than okay with it…”

And you could tell, the pressure growing on your inner thigh as you left a deep, red mark in the crook of his neck.

“Let’s get this off, hey?” he said, pulling at your sweater, which was quickly taken off to reveal the white, cotton bra you wore underneath. You swore Eddie’s eyes just about popped out of his head before his hands took hold of your tits and his mouth was back on yours.

You were beginning to get light-headed, and needed some relief. Without realising it, your hips began to move against Eddies, the seams of both of your jeans coming in very handy.

Eddie groaned and pulled away for a second. “Need you properly, not just like this…” You gave him a confused look, before he directed you to lay down on the blanket on the floor of the van, slipped off his t-shirt and laid over you. “Like this…”

Both of your hands made quick work of your jeans’ buttons and zippers, and before you knew it, you were bare before him, arms over his shoulders and mouths reunited again. You felt as he positioned himself at your entrance, the air was thick around you in anticipation. Eddie opened his mouth to speak again but you cut him off.

“Just get inside me already, Eddie!” you joked.

“Whatever the princess wants…” He slowly inched his way into you–you felt so full, so complete.

The pair of you stayed still for a second while you adjusted, before giving him the go ahead to move. Your blood felt hot as he thrusted, and your lips quickly found his ear and began nibbling. 

It felt like there was no one else on Earth, no one that could possibly approach the van from outside, no college that you’d have to go back to, no one that would judge the two of you.

It didn’t take long for the coil to begin to tighten in your belly, and you let it be known to Eddie, who post-haste began circling your clit with his left hand as his right hand held his head just above yours. Within minutes, you were a moaning mess below him, which set him off into his own release. After a minute, you both silenced, and Eddie pulled out of you and laid beside you–trying to catch his breath as you did the same.

“And why didn’t we do that before?” you laughed as you laid on Eddie’s bicep, still seeing stars crop up on the ceiling of the van.“I really, really don’t know…” Eddie grinned, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction

[hwavsg4ch4n]

Joker!minho X innocent!reader?

OUUUU I LIKE THIS!!! Thank you so much for the request!!

All I Have|| L.M

Warnings/tags: fem!reader, innocent!reader, soft joker!minho, caregiver!minho, boyfriend!minho, gore, implied murder, abuse, toxic relationship, flashbacks, suggestive, mentioning of another member (Chan), mentions of drugs, substance abuse, petnames.

Due to tumblr being mean to me, some parts are heavily re-written. This is bc some parts got deleted for some reason. Lol.

I really hope you like it! I haven’t written anything like this for a long time so I feel kinda rusty lol! Again, thank you so much for your request! Also, this is more a "softer" joker (???) idk.

This is pure fiction… not real, yeah.

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He looks so good in that gif… LAWD-

Drabble/imagine thingy starts under the cut :)

“Oh mommy~!” His mother rolled her eyes as her son strutted down the stairs. “Play with me.” Regardless of the shots, the blood curdling screams and the blood splashing on the windows, the neighbors didn’t dare call the cops; because who cares about some junky and her son? The cops pitied the boy, how could a murderer kill everyone he had, leaving a defenseless 10 year old upstairs with headphones. The cops that didn’t take pity all died the same premature death, poisoning. His mother deserved it, so did the men that helped burn him with cigarette buds. He was tired, tired of the drinking, the biohazard sum needles that he found under his pillow. But strangely that wasn't the worst part, he despised the mess, the dust, the mold growing on the walls. Legend said Minho screamed "You filthy filthy woman!" while taking his mothers life, he hated the mess.

You shivered at the recall of the story, the story Minho didn’t even tell you, the story you had to hear from one of his henchmen; said henchman died once Minho knew he told you. But you were told he quit, you still believed he quit. Plus it was all just a scary bedtime story, that’s what your boyfriend said. You loved Minho, yes his logic sometimes confused you but he was harmless. Everyone deserved love, and you were more than happy to give it to him. Despite his illegal activities, you stuck beside him. For it was only a large drug ring, only dealing with shipments and money, right?

“Where the hell is my flower?!” You flinched, as did everyone else in the lecture hall. Your man had a thing for making a grand entrance, you eventually got used to it. “M-Minho, s-sir.” Your professor trembled as your boyfriend strutted in with a sleek suit, his men waltzing it behind him with a mixture of pink AK-47’s and yellow UZI’s, their faces adorned with different animals masks.

You often asked Minho why they carried those guns around, to which he told you that they were fake, only to be used to scare off the enemy, you believed him. “Well they should be in pretty colors, so they won’t seem so scary.” You pouted playfully, a wide smile spread on his face; he let you pick the colors. “Also, the body guards should have cute animal masks. Don’t you think?” Minho nodded, trying to stop his eye from twitching as one of his men groaned in protest. Minho told you he quit too, a lot of men quit that month. Not to worry, they’d always be replaced.

“M-Miss y/n? Are you h-here tod-day?” You frowned as your professor trembled, confused as to why he was so scared, your boyfriend was harmless. “Yes I’m here!” You stood up and raised your hand. You smiled as Minho grinned, “Come on flower, I’m taking you out to lunch.”

You were grateful for Minho, he took you in under his wing. Gave you a roof over your head, gave you food from luxury chefs, provided you with clothes no regular college student could afford. He called you beautiful, told you he was proud of you, he made you feel whole, told you he'd do anything to see you smile. You had to connivance him it was a good idea to enroll for classes, he hated it. "All the things you want I can give darling, let me take care of you, hm?" But you shook your head with a smile. "This is what I want."

Minho was your life, every since you two met in the orphanage you were inseparable, claiming you as his and no one dared to separate you two. You got looked up to him, waking up when he did, eating when he ate, only listening to him and he loved it, what he said was right. You cried, threw a tantrum when you got a adopted. You sobbed for hours while 17 year old Minho threatened the ones who took you, but they just laughed, spewing out their own threats. “Minnie!!!!” You screamed and kicked as your new family pulled you away. “I’ll get you back, flower.”

Of course he did… years later; after your parents died in a car crash, something about a malfunction, you didn’t understand. You were devastated, you parents sheltered you. No phones were allowed, no calls to be made, you had no curfew because you were never let out, you couldn't even wipe your own ass; who was going to take care of you now? These thoughts accumulated. That's until he showed up to your graduation, you were alone, back in an orphanage, but there he was. In his clean black suit, standing there with open arms in the vibrant green grass. “We meet again flower.” You didn’t comprehend the screams of terror around you as his men flooded the venue, you were too pre occupied running off the stage and hugging the only person you have left, nothing else mattered, you were finally safe.

5 years later and here you were, sipping on coffee and talking to Minho about your day. He listened attentively, to every word you said. “That sounds wonderful darling.” You giggled and his cold heart fluttered as you smiled at him. “Sir.” You waved in greeting to the only guard without a mask as he walked up to your table, he bowed before speaking. “What do you need Chan? I’m busy?” Minho sighed at his right hand man. “The rogues, they ki-” Chan looked down at you hesitantly before continuing, “They hid all of Rowan’s drugs. They’re coming to Gotham next, sir.” You frowned in worry as your boyfriend screamed in annoyance, causing all the tense customers in the establishment to scurry. You rolled your eyes at their actions, it was only drugs.

“Well y/n, I have to go.” Minho gave you a tight lipped smile. “Where are you going?” You followed behind him as he stood up, grabbing his hand and halting his movements. Minho turned around, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back tonight. Chan take her home.” You pouted but didn’t protest. Minho smiled, you were so obedient.

You waited for hours, doing homework, as well as work that wasn’t even assigned yet. Baking and cooking, refusing the maid’s help every time they butt in, but you were terribly bored. It was 2am and your boyfriend still wasn’t home, but then it reached 2:30am. You hopped off of the couch as you heard the door open, you rushed to the entry but you smile soon dropped. “Minho!” You screamed, rushing to his side as he chuckled. “The shit I do for you flower.” He whispers, not catching your ear as you were to focused dragging him upstairs. The big gash in his head didn’t stop bleeding, you looked over him, almost tearing while seeing his white shirt covered in crimson.

“Now now, no crying darling. This isn’t my blood.” You looked into his eyes as he laughed at your concern. You sat him down and took out the first aid kit; tending to the deep cut on his forehead. Minho didn’t flinch as you cleaned it, only starring up into your worried eyes as he grinned. “I’m done lying to you y/n,” he started, you listened, refusing to interrupt and distract yourself from helping him, partially scared of his confession. “I don’t only work with money and drugs darling. I kill people, and I like it.” He deadpans, you freeze. “What is so bad about that? They deserve it! Don’t they flower?! It brings me peace knowing that the worthless can stop being so damn annoying.” You starred into his cold eyes as he spoke nonchalantly, deep down you knew the truth, of course you knew, but it was better to deny it. Even the public would scramble as he walked by, when you ended up being alone for projects because you were his girl, the grizzly stories you were told by the people who dared to speak to you, only for those people to be filed as missing.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t find yourself to care, maybe you were just as crazy as he was. You placed yourself on his lap after his bandage was secure. “Why did you lie to me?” You ask softy, playing with his brown strands. “Because you’re my precious little flower. I would hate to make you wilt, all because of me.” You blushed, he cared about you like no one else would; you wanted to show him you cared too, he deserved it for giving you everything.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He mumbled, confused as to why you pivoted on his lap, starting to kiss at his neck. You look back up at him embarrassed, “I-I just wanted to show you that I love you.” His heart melted at your words, a deep feeling he’s never felt once before overcame his form; it almost made him shed a tear. “Since when we’re you so good with words pretty girl?” You smiled sheepishly, ducking your head back into his neck.

Minho would let you do whatever you wanted to him, he’d hand you a gun and let you use him as target practice if that’s what you wanted. He'd let you torture him, get out all the trauma you held. But you’d never do such a thing, he’s all you have.

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#skz angst #skz fluff #skz smut #skz imagines #stray kids #skz au #lee minho #skz minho #skz lee know

[littlemisslipbalm]

green is a magical color

Josh Kiszka x Fem!reader

Summary: With a special outfit for her college's biggest party of the year, Y/N has strangers coming up to her all morning. When one particular stranger invites her to a house show later, she feels like her life is about to change.

pls that fucking gif lmao, like I don't picture this era of josh but it's probably more accurate to the time period it kind of seems to be taking place in

ok so I wrote this whole thing ab this story and an update on stuff and now I'm annoyed bc Tumblr fucking deleted it and so I don't have much to say but I hope you enjoy this fun little silly piece I wrote based on my weekend last week and it's supposed to be silly! More long serious stuff is on the way and I'm super excited about all of it.

Word Count: 6.5k | Warnings: smut (not graphic, 18+ still), swearing, drinking, weed, idk college!au kind of idk how to explain it

“Y/N!!” Her friends screamed in unison as she walked out of the bathroom. She had just finished getting ready and did a little twirl for them.

Her St. Fratty’s outfit consisted of a green and white floral patterned swimsuit and green jeans that were unbuttons and rolled down to show off the bottoms of the swimsuit. To finish it off, she had on a green bob wig, fun green eye makeup and glitter all over her skin that wasn’t covered i.e. her face, chest, neck, arms, stomach and entire back.

A white claw was already in her hand as she walked out and smiled at everyone, her eyes sparkling despite how early it was.

On St. Fratty’s, the Saturday before actual St. Patrick’s day, the entire college campus woke up at 5 am or earlier to begin pregaming and simply gaming for the day. Y/N had woken up at 5:20 and began drinking by 5:40 am. It was the earliest she had ever gotten completely ready for an event and began drinking before the sun even started to rise. It was exhilarating – and not to mention only a few hours after she had gotten home from a semi-formal dance for a club she was in on campus. But that's besides the point.

Her and her friends pregamed with the sounds of loud music to trick their bodies into not thinking about just how early and absurd it was to be up right now. They laughed and took pictures, easily sliding into a drunken state.

At 6:45, they felt significantly drunk enough to make their way to one of the many parties they had heard about going on already. The earliest one they had been invited to had started at 6 am and they were only just a little late, but 6:45…that’s still plent early.

They walked past the school funded booths with water and snacks for the unruly students, like her and her friends. The cops were already out and about, but they had just brough yerba mate tea to drink to keep them feeling awake. While her roommate had complained about the early wake up time, Y/Nhadn’t even let herself think about how early it was – she just turned on the lights and the music and got to work – makeup, wig (and braiding underneath) and clothes and alcohol.

The street that the party was on was a sea of people in green so there was no point in even trying to get to the house. The party had moved into the street and the sea of people was happily drunk and smoking cigarettes every so often. The music wasn’t very loud, but the crowds talking to one another made it go unnoticed. They took some pictures and began to recognize people in the crowd. She talked to this guy who was in a band she had seen last weekend who wasn’t all that great and she complimented him. His name was Dylan and he gave her a hug, but she didn’t think he’d even remember her despite the green wig – he seemed out of it. They saw their good friend from first year, Jason, who hugged her and made her no longer feel like an icicle out in the high 40 degree weather in California in a swimsuit. She had committed but she was cold no matter how much she had drank.

The majority of that crowd was a blur. Random people came up to Y/N asking to add her on Snapchat and get a picture with her, complimenting her outfit and telling her how they loved her whole vibe, how they had wanted to meet her. She laughed and thanked them and told them how great they looked too, how she hoped they had a great day. It was confusing and fun, but confusing.

Just as they were getting ready to run back to the apartment, because one of her friend’s had to pee, someone got her attention. His hair was curly and brown and in the morning sun it looked like a golden halo around his head. He had gold glitter streaked over his cheeks and eyelids, but just a plain white shirt and some dark green pants. She raised her brows at him expectantly and licked her lips, confused as the alcohol began to wear off why someone random was talking to her – as if it hadn’t happened all morning.

“I just had to say ‘hi’,” He starts, a smile on his glossy lips, “You look absolutely awesome. Like you’re gorgeous and you just went all out, I love it.”

She laughs sweetly, once again, realizing he was just another drunk stranger obsessed with her wig. “Thank you – what’s your name?”

“Joshua.”

“Thank you, Joshua,” She repeats with his name. “I’m Y/N, I hope you have a great day! But my friends are going home for a little while so I should probably go with them.”  She wasn’t sure why she used her full name, but something about Joshua made her want to say her full name rather than her nickname for him

“Oh, yeah,” His face fell and she would’ve missed it if she had been as drunk as she was ten minutes ago, but she caught it. “You should come to this concert on Albert, it’s not till 10, $5 at the door, but just say you know Joshua.”

She looked down at her watch and said that it was only just 8 am. 10 am was hours from now and it made her smile.

“Oh really?” She giggles at his confidence that he could get her into a house show for free in this college town. The house shows were always charging at the door and it bothered her to no end because whenever she visited her friends at other colleges house shows were free – like normal. It was just this particular college town. “What, are you like, the lead singer or something?”

“Or something,” He smiles and then looks over her shoulder, hearing someone else call her name.

The green wig turns over her shoulder, following his gaze. Her friends were at the corner of the street and wanting to turn, but not wanting to leave her behind.

“Alright, well, I’ll try,” She turns back and grins at him, which makes him smile back wider. “Good luck if I don’t see you…”

She’s about to turn away, but then she stops herself because another question comes to mind, “Joshua, do you go here?”

He laughs and looks around at the partying crowd around them, “I sure wish I did, but we’re just passing through.”

She nods in understanding and turns to run towards her friends. Her hands went up to her breasts, barely covered by her swimsuit top as she ran, trying to make sure she didn’t have a slip while she ran. With her friends, they laugh and shriek about who Y/N had been talking to.

“Who was that?!” One of them, Jordan, asked loudly.

“He was short.” Another one, Paige, notes.

Y/N rolls her eyes and shoves at her friend’s shoulder, “Shut up, he was hot, but he was just some guy. He was complimenting my look and told me about some house show at 10.”

“Oh my god,” Kira said. “You’re so in the know, it’s so awesome.”

Y/N laughs softly, “No, no, no. He was just being nice or maybe he just wanted to look at me more. It’s not that serious.”

“It’s cool, though,” Kira insists.

Y/N relents and lets it slide as the group shifts focus to Paige having to pee. Joshua stays on her mind for the rest of the walk/jog back to their apartment. She drinks some more and smokes a bit of weed while they re-up on their pregaming to get back out there. As she drinks and thinks about Joshua, she swears she’s seen him before, but he had said he didn’t go to her college, so it was very confusing.

“Was the last guy who came up to me at all familiar?” She finally questions aloud, when the thought won’t stop nagging at her mind.

“I didn’t see him that up close,” Jen said, “He just seemed short and had curly hair and some questionable facial hair. That could be a lot of men at this school”

“You love mustaches,” Y/N shoots back. “And he said he doesn’t go here, he also seemed older.”

“That’s true, I do love them…I don’t know then, if he doesn’t go here,” Jen laughs, but offers nothing else.

A fresh haze of alcohol and weed settles over Y/N, as they walk back out onto the street. It was still cold as it approached 9 am, but she barely noticed it anymore.

They passed through the hoard of people in the road into a frat house that they barely knew anyone in. It was St. Fratty’s, it would have been remiss not to attend at least one. Thankfully, it was a good one. The DJs were hot and spinning good music that they actually mixed well and she was living her best life. With her head lifted to the sky, sunglasses over her eyes and her hands running over her body, she felt completely alive. This was the moment she’d look back on and say that was a college party. It was a fun moment and she felt all her worries fade away for that early hour in the morning. Screw the interal drama that constantly swam through her mind, her issues with her roommate, issues with herself, issues with her major, issues with life. None of it mattered as she danced drunkenly in the backyard of the frat – which might sound stupid, but it was fun and why couldn’t girls just have fun.

At 9:45, Joshua was still at the back of her mind and she looked to her friends who were all around her and asked if they wanted to try to get into the show.

“I don’t want to go if we have to pay,” Jen said, “I’m sick of paying for house shows.”

She said it and Y/N could understand, she was the original proponent of saying that house shows should be free. Jen was Y/N’s roommate though and she kind of thought she was always jealous of Y/N, so it kind of seemed like she just didn’t want Y/N to meet back up with Joshua.

“Josh said we could get in free if we told them that we knew him,” Y/N insisted.

“He told that to you,” Jen points out, “Do you think they’ll let all five of us in for free?”

“We can try,” Jordan tries to help.

Y/N could tell the other girls wanted to go, but they also were very into keeping the peace. She didn’t want to back down, often bending to Jen’s will all-too-often for no reason. Y/N was a very go with the flow type of person so most of the time there was no reason to go against what Jen wanted because Y/N genuinely didn’t have an opinion, but today she did.

Jen was stubborn and selfish, but Y/N wasn’t going to let that get in the way of possibly seeing this intriguing guy again.

“Yeah, let’s just try,” Paige chimes in, “If all else fails, I’ll pay and go in with you, so you don’t have to go alone.” She says the last part directly to Y/N.

“Thanks, love,” Y/N says, patting Paige on the arm. At least someone was on her side.

They walk a few blocks through the neighborhood that was alive with music, alcohol and drunk students towards Albert Dr., where the concert was allegedly going to be. The guy hadn’t really been specific on which house or what cross street the house show was supposed to be at. By the looks of it, it could be at about five different houses on Albert. She settled on guessing one over the rest since they had set up a table and two men were sitting at it with a lock box and a little venmo code scanner.

She crosses to the house and out of the street. It was five till and she was hoping she could still get her and her friends in for free.

“Hi,” She starts, slightly nervous about what she was about to ask.

“Hey,” One of them responds boisterously, with a Coors light in his hand, clearly looking her and her friends over with his eyes. They scan around and then come back to Y/N, looking at her breasts once more and then back to her face.

“How are you ladies doing this morning?” The other guy asks, his green trucker hat turned around on his head.

“Grand,” She quips, annoyed at the first’s wandering eyes.

“Are y’all here to see the band?”

“Yeah,” She nods and looks around coolly. “We know Joshua.”

“Joshua…” the guy with the wandering eyes repeated, understanding washing over him. “All of you?”

“Yep,” Y/N nods affirmatively before anyone else can mess it up. “He invited us, so can we just?”

“Uh, yeah,” The green trucker hat guy said, believing her lie.

They walk up the pathway to the gated front yard of this cute house and it ends up being bigger than what it looked like initially. The band hasn’t started yet but she still searches for Joshua among the people, hoping to see him since she still assumed he was just the band’s manager or something of that sort, not actually in the band.

She is proven wrong when chatter among the crowd begins to grow frenzied, a tell-tale sign that the band is about to come on stage – or what was the stage, a platform just a half inch above the standing area the entire crowd was in. The drum kit had a name written across it “Greta Van Fleet” and once more she is annoyed with herself at why it seems familiar but she can’t place why.

The chatter grows and she looks at her friends who are all near her within the crowd as they stand at the front but on the left side of the crowd. She’s right by a speaker so she keeps trying to push right, but the people next to her aren’t interested in moving for her.

The drummer, bassist and guitarist begin to file onto the stage in order from a door that was connected to the house this show was at. The door stays open after the guitarist hustles out with his red battered electric guitar – it looked well-worn with a piece of silver duct tape holding a part of it together.

She’s watching the way the guitarist fiddles with his strap and plugs in to his set up, but then a voice interrupts her. A familiar voice.

“Sorry, folks, for the delay. I couldn’t find any green for the festivities.”

Joshua saunters onto the stage, shirtless with some shiny gold pants that were completely different from the masculine green pants he was wearing earlier. These were flared and hung low on his hips and hugged his figure tightly, leaving little to the imagination – not that she was complaining.

He swings his arm in a flourishing gesture towards his pants now that he is center stage, “I hope these can make up for it, if not, feel free to pinch me after the show.” He winks as his voice drops to a far lower register for his last comment.

She feels herself heat up in her cheeks as his eyes cast around the crowd. She hopes he’ll remember her, but she’s forgotten how she is dressed and immediately thinks he won’t notice her at all or really care that she came – maybe he had just been promoting the band that he was the frontman of.

When his eyes scan over her green wig, though, he stops to make sure to make eye contact with her, her presumption doesn’t seem to hold any weight. His eyes light up when she meets them with hers and a grin pulls onto his face.

They open with their first song when the guitarist, Jake – as Joshua (now Josh, upon his introduction to the crowd), begins to play over his brother (another thing she learned from Josh’s opening) and all of his talking. The crowd cheers because immediately the music is enthralling. It’s fast and loud and good – something that wasn’t always true for bands that did house shows in her college town. She begins to dance along to the beat as Josh hits incredible notes that she had never heard done before her.

During a guitar solo and instrumental part, Josh is dancing around the stage and seems to be having the time of his life. Every now and then he looks over at her and smiles a little wider, but when she tries to say something to him he comes over since he knows he’s free from singing for a while.

He leans down to try and hear her, presenting his ear-plugged ear to her. They were loud.

“Do you want my wig? Then no one will have to pinch you after the show,” She offers, pointing at her wig.

He laughs whole-heartedly, but shakes his head. “You keep it, I spent hours on this,” He says pointing to his own head of hair. “But I’d like nothing more than for you to be the one to pinch me after the show.”

She laughs and the smile on her face is rather devious, but only Josh can really see it. “Why don’t you take these at least?” She pulls the silly green swirly glasses that were tucked into her waistband and hands them to him so that he can have some green on that won’t mess up his hair.

He obliges and places them on in a funny way, unbending and then placing them on his face slowly and dramatically, just in time for the instrumentals to end and for him to walk the one foot back to center stage and begin singing again.

He laughs with the audience and his band members in between songs for the next hour or so. He sends her winks and she dances exquisitely to the music, smiling at him and telling him he’s doing great every so often.

Her friends all are whispering in each other’s ears, including hers, trying to talk about what was going on without garnering Josh’s attention. The other people in the crowd were certainly looking at her now, but with curiosity and awe rather than solely the admiration of her outfit for the day.

Their set ends and the crowd disperses a little. Different people go up to the different members of the band, similar to how it was after most house shows, people going up to the members they know, but this was a little different. Y/N didn’t think anyone really knew these guys since they were certainly not from around here, Josh’s accent made that clear.

Josh makes a beeline for her and she is happy to wait for him. He smiles at her lazily and she raises her brows with a soft smile on her lips – the buzz from the alcohol had dimmed severely since their arrival, but the effects of the weed were certainly still in her system.

“You…” She pauses, “Actually are the lead singer, what the fuck?!”

He laughs and shuts his eyes in a smile, “Yeah, but it’s fun that it was a mystery, wasn’t it?”

“Sure,” She laughs along with him. “It certainly wasn’t what I was expecting, but you guys rocked…kind of Zeppelin-esque.”

Josh nods in agreement and thanks. “Yeah, we’ve heard that a good deal. I feel like it’s not exactly accurate.”

She nods, feeling embarrassed. “No, I guess not. You’ve just got killer vocals and guitar and drums…and bass. Shit, you guys have really got it all, why are you just doing college house shows?”

Josh grins even wider, “We’re not. We’ve got an EP out and an album coming out this year.”

“Wow,” She is amazed and once more embarrassed. Josh never makes her feel silly for anything she says, he just guides her to the correct answer. “But still, why a house show on St. Patrick’s Day?”

“Favor for a friend,” A new voice says, Jake, Josh’s twin. He slings his arm over his brother’s naked shoulders. “The money made is for a charity, I think. Plus, free alcohol.”

She nods solemnly.

“Nice wig,” Jake adds after appraising her outfit.

“This is Jake, Jake this is Y/N,” Josh interjects before she can say her thanks.

“Cool,” They say in unison before Jake gets called away by their other brother, Sammy.

They find themselves off in the corner of the yard for the next hour or so. Talking about nothing and everything. People come and go. Her friends and Josh’s brothers check in every now and then, but for the most part they are left to their own devices. Josh gets them some beers, Coors banquet, of course.

“College kids don’t have Guinness for today?” Josh asks after taking a sip.

She rolls her eyes playfully from beside him on the shitty outdoor couch they were perched on the back of.

“Please, you’re lucky it’s not Miller Lite.”

“Hey,” Josh sounds quickly and a little indignantly. “I like Miller Lite.”

“Oh my god, that is disgusting.”

“It’s what I grew up on in the basements of Michigan.”

She raises her brows at him and he cracks a smile and shuts his eyes in a blissed out expression, telling her he was both serious but also messing with her somehow simultaneously.

They continue to banter and converse for what seems like hours. A few people come up to them eventually who neither of them know and gush over the pair of them. About her wig and his curls, how they look famous beside each other, and how great of a singer Josh was. They are gracious and thankful before sending the people off, moreso wanting to just hang out with each other.

At a lull in their conversation, she finds herself stuck on something and she can’t stop herself from asking.

“Where did you find those fucking pants?”

“Goodwill,” He grins triumphantly. “Aren’t they just the best things you’ve ever seen?”

Her eyes scan his pants and can’t help from snagging on his bulge, it was impossible not to look at in the tight shiny pants that left almost nothing to the imagination.

“We are dressed like sluts, no wonder people keep coming up to us,” She laughs.

His head falls forward as he laughs heartily which makes her watch his joy. When he raises his head, it’s much closer to hers.

“I’m glad I met you,” He says her name, as he looks deeply into her eyes.

For a moment, she’s sure he’ll lean in and kiss her, but with a quirk of his brow he’s retreating back and just smiling shyly at her. Her head quirks in slight confusion, but is cut off by someone else interrupting them.

Sammy says, “Hate to break up this lovefest, but we’re loading the Greta Van and while we know your mic stand is easy to carry, Danny could use some help with his kit.”

Josh exaggerates the sigh he breathes before shooting her an apologetic smile, “You wouldn’t want to carry my tambourine by any chance?”

“First groupie, now roadie, and we’ve just met this morning, what’s next?” She smiles and stands up beside him, following him over to their set up that was slowly being taken down.

“You called that being a groupie?”

“Well you got me in for free so I’d say that’s groupie enough, especially these days.”

Josh nods and chuckles to himself.

After the packing of their van finishes, she lets Josh take his tambourine from her hand where she had been rattling it around for the last ten minutes off and on. He placed it in a bag and shut the back doors.

“So,” She starts.

He smiles knowingly and doesn’t let her continue. “We’re staying the night but we’re on our way to LA in the morning.”

She nods and looks off in the distance, trying not to think about how this was just going to be a today thing. She probably would never see this guy again. But he was so pretty and bright. He had seen her and wanted to know her. She had shown up to his show and he had been so happy. He had made her feel wanted in a way no one else had done today, despite how many compliments she had gotten from strangers. Compared to Josh, everyone else felt hollow and insincere. They said they loved her but they couldn’t possibly. Josh had initially started out like that, but then he had talked to her for hours, sharing his life with her and listening to her share hers. It felt good, it felt new and it felt like the start of something, but his last sentence reminded her that it couldn’t be.

They were just passing through. Tomorrow he will be gone. This would be just a memory.

Maybe that’s what pushed her to say her next words with little hesitation.

“Do you want to come over and see my place? We can smoke and we have a couch and a cot that are probably going to be more comfortable than the floor you’d be likely sleeping on in there.” She gestures to the house they had just performed at and Josh nodded. They both knew the people who lived there somehow and knew that the interior was small and cramped – not that her apartment wasn’t cramped, but only two people lived there instead of five.

He agrees easily and enthusiastically. She tells him he can invite the rest of his band if he wants and he shakes his head no in a slightly mischevious way. He tells her he needs to grab a shirt and a change of pants before they left, if she didn’t mind. Of course she didn’t mind.

Back at her apartment, it’s a bit of a mess and she grins with embarrassment.

“Sorry, we pregamed here,” She says, gesturing to the empty cups and cans on her countertop and a box of St. Patrick’s day themed donuts she had picked up the day before to go along with their festivities.

Josh smiles back, understanding and happy to see wher she made her life.

“It’s alright,” He waves her off, “Can I have a donut though?”

“Please,” She responds, encouraging him to take one while she sets up a new bowl in the bong.

It’s domestically quiet for a moment as Josh looks over his options for donuts and she packs the bowl. She glances over at him leaned over the table every so often while she picks at the flower and places it in the grinder. He picks out a matcha sprinkle one and she smiles to herself before looking back down at the weed. After finishing packing the bowl she asks if he wants to smoke in her room so they could listen to some of her vinyls.

“Why didn’t you lead with records?! I would’ve been looking through them this whole time!” He lights up even further and tries to go ahead of her to her room despite him not knowing which bedroom was hers.

She laughs softly and tells him to turn left.

“My collection is pretty small, most of my records stay at my parents house,” She explains, shutting the door behind them now that they’re in her room.

He glances around and again she apologizes for the mess and he insists it isn’t messy since there were only a few articles of clothing lying about from when she was getting dressed at 5 this morning. Her hand around the bong extends a finger to point him in the direction of her record collection, sitting in a milk crate in the corner of her room. She busies herself with lifting the player’s lid and turning it on for when Josh decides on a record to play.

Then she steps to the other end of her dresser and takes a stick of incense and lights it, placing it in the vase burner she loved so much. Josh complimented the smell without raising his head from his perusing of her collection. She apologizes for the lack of seating with her bed taking up the majority of the room and the pallets it rested upon.

He waves her off again, looking over his shoulder at her. “You apologize way too much, this is your home. It’s perfect just the way it is,” He insists.

She mumbles a thanks before kneeling onto her bed and opening up the window to get some air flow into the room. As her hand slides it open, Josh straightens from his crouched position on the floor with a few records in hand. So Far, a compilation album by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young; Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon & Garfunkel; Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only the Piano Player by Elton John; and The Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd.

“Planning on being here awhile?” She smiles when he presents them to her.

He shuts one eye while looking at her, “You said I could stay the night. Plus I wanted to give you options for which to start with.”

She takes a step closer as if examining the records a little closer, but she looks up into Josh’s perfect brown eyes. “They’re mine, I like them all.”

“C’mon, choose,” He demands in a way that brings a subtle shiver over her body.

“Pink Floyd seems most appropriate for getting high. Then, maybe So Far, Bridge and then Elton.”

He grins before walking past her to the player a few steps behind where they were standing.

“I didn’t say you got to pick the entire lineup,” He says playfully as he pulls the record from its sleeve. “But, I did have the same idea.”

The first chords of “Speak to Me” begin to sound out of the speakers and Josh’s fingers fiddle with the volume knob before turning back to the bed that Y/N was now sitting on.

“You go first,” Josh says, seeing her waiting for him to start smoking. “It’s your weed afterall.”

“I got it for free, but thanks,” She says before obliging and taking the first hit.

He inquires as to how she got it for free and she responds after a moment. They take turns taking hits and steadily get high. The smell of the weed mixes with the incense burning in the cool breeze of the March air filtering through her window. They find themselves laying head to head on her bed with Josh closest to the foot of the bed, getting up to flip the records when the time calls for it. Her feet are up on her wall as she stares at the ceiling. Josh compliments her decor and she laughs, saying it took her forever to even get what she got up on the walls at all. She admits to being in a rut when she moved in and not feeling creative enough to decorate. He listens and responds and they grow silent for a while, just listening to the music wash over them.

At some point their fingers get interlocked and their heads are turned to face one another.

“I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, Josh,” She admits in a quiet voice.

He nods slowly, his eyes blinking even slower. “Yeah,” He breathes. “I felt that too. I like it.”

She sighs and shuts her eyes, feeling hazily overwhelmed by his gaze on her face so close up. She had taken off the green wig a while back and changed into a huge sweatshirt and green boxers to keep up the festivities but be more comfortable in her apartment. Josh had followed suit so they were plenty comfy, but she thought about her extravagant makeup and worried how smudged it might be now.

“Would you kiss me?” She asks after taking a deep breath, weighing her options on whether tomorrow would hurt more or less with this. Her mind switches immediately after asking and she begins to ramble, averting her gaze from his. “I don’t know if this was just a friendly thing and if it is, don’t worry. You don’t need to kiss me, because I could also platonically feel like I’ve known you my whole life, like that’s fine especially because I don’t want to mess this up –”

He stops her rambling with his lips pressed to hers. He smiles when she squeaks a noise of surprise. She leans into the kiss after the initial surprise though and they kiss softly, sweetly, before pulling back to look at one another.

His eyes look a shade darker now, but maybe it’s just from the sun moving out of sight of her window. The second side of So Far is playing and “Our House” is just beginning to fade in.

“It’s not a platonic thing,” He reassures and maneuvers himself to a seated position and extends a hand to help her sit up as well.

They lean in again to one another and try the kiss once more. It’s less awkward than the almost upside down position they were in before. Their breathing is soft at first as they experiment with kissing one another. Each other’s lips were a completely new experience for them. It grew heavier as the kisses grew more confident and their arousal grew. The weed heightened everything and she felt like she was floating and on fire at the same time. Josh’s hands were on her neck and in her hair and she was putty in his hands.

He pushed her back gently and she lay back down, but this time with him crawling on top of her. A small whimper leaves her throat when he tugs his teeth against her lower lip and he smiles down at her in response. She closes her eyes in a small shyness, but his pointer goes to her chin and tilts up her head, signalling for her to look at him.

She reopens her eyes and he stares into them.

“Can I feel you?” He asks.

She takes a deep breath and replies with a soft yes. He nods in response and dives back into her lips, more vigor in his movements as he trails a hand down her body, gently touching her breasts, stomach and thighs. Her breathing grows more labored as his hand snakes to her center that had grown wet from Josh’s hot and firm body hovering against hers for the entirety of their makeout session.

They progress, exploring each other’s bodies with kisses, licks and fingertips caressing carefully. Josh is just about to line himself up to enter her when the record ends and his head falls to hang between their bodies with a breathless chuckle.

“Of course.”

She giggles back as one of her hands caresses his bare shoulder that was soft and warm but firm beneath her touch. He tucks himself back into his boxers and quickly pads over to the record player and looks at the two he had pulled but they hadn’t listened to yet. She watches from the bed with her head tilted to the side. He ponders which was more right for this moment and she knows the answer.

“The price we pay to enjoy the level of pretentiousness we operate on is unmatched,” He mumbles, still perplexed on which was better for the moment.

“Grab the Beach House record from the bin, love. It’ll be better.”

Josh looks over his shoulder and smiles sweetly, almost innocently, back at her, despite both their states of undress and what they were about to do. They had only met this morning but this felt unbelievably intimate. Precious.

He hops over to the collection and plucks out the Beach House record with dexterity before shuffling back to the player and placing it on.

He returns to the bed and pecks her lips, “Where were we?”

She kisses him once more, deeper than the peck and they’re right back to where they were. The pause hadn’t killed the mood. If anything, the fact that Josh was the kind of person to want to put the music she wanted on rather than just get to the sex so badly that he didn’t care meant a lot to her.

Soon enough, but not too soon, Josh is breathing harder into the crook of her neck as she whines out his name and writhes beneath him. He makes sure she cums first and she lets him cum inside her. He stutters when she tells him it’s okay and he lets go, mumbling a mix of curses, her name, and praises of the ultimate sweetness into her neck. He thrusts a few more times as he comes down and begs her to relax as she clenches him too well. She giggles and strokes down his spine as he comes to a halt.

They are still and unified for a silent moment before he kisses her neck and then her jaw and then her lips once more before rolling off. They lay there for a moment after she tells him it’s alright that they don’t clean up immediately. She had extra sheets. He nods as stares at the ceiling.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” His voice is quieter and more unsure that she had heard all day.

All day. God. It dawned on her that she had met him only today, once more.

“Not before today.”

“Yeah, I had always hoped that it was real, but I didn’t have proof till now,” He sounds like he’s smiling as he says it and when she turns her head she is proved correct.

“So this isn’t a one time thing?”

“Absolutely not,” He laughs afterwards, incredulous she’d even say that after today.

“But you leave tomorrow?”

“We’ll make it work,” He promises before leaning over to kiss her forehead and stand up to clean them up and get some water.

Josh leaves the room once he’s pulled on his boxers and hands her her sheet to pull over her body despite her knowing her roommate wasn’t home. He calls from her kitchen, inquiring about where her cups were and she directs him as best she can while visualizing the cabinets from her bed and in the post-sex and post-weed haze.

He returns with water and a towel and sits beside her. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before,” He starts.

She goes to speak up, but he continues.

“And it all happened because of that fucking wig. I love it.”

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lmk what y'all think, it's kind of silly but hey it's a magical day

#josh kiszka x you #josh kiszka fluff #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka fan fic #josh kiszka x yn #josh kiszka x y/n #greta van fleet fluff #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet #greta van fleet imagine #Greta Van Fleet fic

[escxpiism]

( olivia holt, 23, she/her ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of ALICE ADAMS. they’re the EMPLOYEE who’s known around the office as THE MASK if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re ADAPTABLE but JADED, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who CATFISHED DAVID HASSELHOFF. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

hi y’all !! i’m may ( 21 // est // she/her ) and i am super super pumped to be here !! i’m also very much writing this against my better judgment ya girl’s running on four hours of sleep and has the option to sleep more but......... is not tired ?? so i do apologize if my mind is secretly tired and makes this intro,,,, even worse than it would be fahouedn. on with the show !! anyway anyway!! feel free to like this if u wld like 2 plot and i will hit u up!!

( also, for some vibes if you so choose to read, here’s the link to her playlist ! )

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QUICK FACTS:

full name: alice audrey adams

date of birth: october 26th, 1997

*will not perfectly reflect the zodiac big three below because that’s.... math.

zodiac big three: scorpio sun, virgo moon, taurus rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

education: ged, bachelor’s degree in film — pratt institute

enneagram: 4w3

mbti: enfp

temperament: sanguine-melancholic

label: the mask

various inspirations: “nutshell” - alice in chains, “santa monica” - everclear, “polly” - nirvana, “jennifer’s body” - hole, “creep” - stone temple pilots, kate wallis ( cruel summer - shhhh ), heather davis ( crazy ex-girlfriend ), satana hellstrom ( marvel comics ), bojack horseman - without the amount of problematic ego ( bojack horseman ), eddie huang ( fresh off the boat ), the great britney spears evolution ( temporarily stopping at circus era )

BACKSTORY:

triggers in order: toxic family dynamic, grooming (nothing super in-depth), kidnapping (? like it was ‘willing’ but no. see next trigger for why), toxic “relationship” (and 11yr age gap w/ a 16y/o we hate it), straight-up captivity, very brief mention of suicide + heroin (very!)

*would like to quickly preface that this isn’t just Dark for the sake of being r/im14andthisisdeep but that’s for a later time **(also! i have markers for where the grooming + Super Dark parts begin and end! -- also, the Super Dark part is all very public knowledge. had articles. media frenzy. first thing that comes up if you google her name) *** also. if u need it then a tl;dr is below this section hfkldsa

alice audrey adams was born to the type of family that names all of their children alliterative names ( however, they sadly didn’t get their own kardashian-style show )... alexis adams (working name, utp if taken as a wc)... alfie allison adams (working name, utp if taken as a wc)... born to anna adams and allen adams... we hate it here.

as u can see... all of the kids were basically named after allen... they all had ‘al’ names.... extremely confusing 

plot-twist: THAT’S the darkest part

the adams were very concerned with public image. as a family in the upper echelon, they simply had to be! a narcissist father, a distant mother, put in competition with her siblings — there was no truly healthy dynamic in the household. but they looked good. they went to church every sunday, a ‘wwjd’ sticker on the back of her mother’s car. they did just enough activities and took just enough trips together to get the image across. they threw parties. they attended parties. they were the picture perfect american family — they even had two cats in the yard! life used to be so hard! 

of course, in reality, this all left ms alice quite the lonely gal. but don’t worry! she didn’t turn to hedonism! lord no! instead, she turned to other people. a lot of friendships — couldn’t tell if they were real or #fortheclout — but at a point, did it matter? 

grooming tw: it all came to a screeching halt when she met luke johnson, the son of their neighbors. he came back from california to georgia to visit family, care for his ailing father. oh, he was a good man! sure, he was ‘somewhat’ older than her — 27 when she was 16 — but he was such a good, handsome young man! and they were all still calling him young man, after all. 

alice ‘began’ a torrid affair with luke after about a month into his visit. although she saw no immediate wrong in it, he insisted she keep it a secret ‘for the time being’ — which really just made it all the more exciting! he made all the storm clouds that hovered disappear.

one day, the levee broke for alice (still figuring out what exactly happened because i don’t wanna go too dark since this is already extremely dark, but trust that it had something to do with her parents and was just enough to push her over the edge). convinced luke was the only safe person, she turned to him. knowing their small community would catch on and essentially exile him, he took that opportunity to convince her to go back to santa monica with him where they could ‘start anew’ after his father’s death.

there are a few details i plan on adding regarding like. how legality playing into it. but i may just reserve those for an official bio lhakfsdfj

**BEGINNING OF SUPER DARK** for a while, there was the question of whether they should consider it a kidnapping or not. she went with him willingly, but she was still underage (and… you know, that age difference… the power dynamic... gross y’all). the adams insisted that it was (bc it basically was lbr) — primarily because it would make them look far better — but the community still questioned the logistics and legalities of it all… ugh. did the police really wanna deal with that? ugh. 

in any case, on the other side of us america, autumn was nearing. alice would have the very occasional inquiry over how school would work (very occasional! don’t worry, luke!), over the logistics of her new life… and, after receiving multiple calls from various friends (in addition to her siblings) that sounded genuine, began wondering… if she’d made the right choice. questions about him.

when she began bringing up the idea of going back — at least for the school year!! — he would continuously remind her that she was not old enough to buy herself a plane ticket (and he was not about to do that). she also couldn’t rent a car yet (and he certainly wouldn’t let her take (one of) his car(s)!). but most importantly? he loved her. and she loved him. (what a creep!)

so, for a hot second, it seemed like she was stuck. damn legalities!! damn love!! you know, until she texted her older sister back with all of the problems that only being 16... and “in love”.... caused. her sister offered to fly down, buy her a plane ticket, and fly back with her. 

when luke saw this (with all the unrestricted access to her phone he had so he could block, delete, and manipulate as he pleased), he confronted her. things went awry. she wound up in his budding wine cellar (which he soon emptied, of course… those merlots :( ….). he messaged back and, as her, said it was actually all good!! luke had figured out the logistics and she could call whenever she wanted!!

and those calls became frequent! because she would pick up when luke held it up to her! because she was pretty sure luke would kill her if she didn’t!

she wasn’t sure how long it was until she was officially Found. it took what was ruled a suicide by luke, a shot to the head and heroin in his system, to finally get any authority’s attention. all she knew was that she went to santa monica in mid june and she stopped seeing regular daylight by late july. so some time in august to some time in april… **END OF SUPER DARK + GROOMING**

she was returned to georgia shortly after and everything was different. from herself to her friends. but everything was also the same. from her room to her family. it was all… teasing. she began going to therapy, but she really sucked at it?? so she just let her therapist rely on various articles that covered the event. because it had been a media circus. good enough, amirite?? 

she didn’t have the will or patience to put on that peppy facade she’d had before, but there were still a few things she found a smidge of joy in. music (although her taste had… slightly altered and wow! it’d been almost a year since she’d picked up that bass!), videography… just those small things, you know?? 

for the first half of the ~ 2014 fall semester ~, she attempted actual school. really was not working out. with, for probably the first and only time, her parents’ approval and understanding, she dropped out and studied for a ged -- shorter and self-led -- instead. 

she passed with a pretty decent grade... but it’s been argued that she really shouldn’t have gotten into pratt institute (she was at least realistic and didn’t apply to, like… cornell), but she did. national news helps. 

while in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, she learned of masters. she submitted an application as a joke — because her grades sucked!!!!! — but guess who got a job?? oh, she could pretend it was because her selected portfolio was actually genuinely good… but, man… we all know…

fun fact: my uncle applied to harvard as a joke. some twenty-five years later, we still haven’t heard back :\

she… continues to suck. like… she kinda wants the place to eventually burn down?? figuratively speaking (or is it…) but ya, for all the monopolizing she has seen turn people Evil?? but the hell can she do about it… just gotta make sure she keeps her in-house videographer job… maybe she can do something about it when she like… is capable. fuaihoelwdjkn

she sees an in-house therapist and i’d say ‘good for her,’ but it was mandated l m a o 

doesn’t talk about herself all that much!! but that might not matter for some people, yk?? ugh journalism <3 

y’all im so bad at ending intros.

TL;DR:

(consult above trigger list): bright kid in a super rich and toxic family because obviously. everything they did was just to look good <3 also they all had ‘a’ names which is the biggest tragedy of all :( ‘fell in love’ when she was 16ys/o with a 27y/o who was visiting to care for his father in his final days. had a torrid affair. creep. creep (luke) basically made her ‘fall in love.’ she thought creep was the only safe person at one point and creep was like ‘wanna go back 2 santa monica w me?’ and she was like ‘yes.’ and everyone was like ‘was this kidnapping... we cant tell....’ then he became even more possessive when she started questioning him and some logistics. when she finally found a way she could go back to georgia for a spell, he was like ‘no u can go in my wine cellar btw i will be taking all of the wine out.’ he kept her there from august to april and... only reason he didnt keep keeping her was bc he was Caught so. back to georgia where the devil went down. everything was Worse. even the things that were the same. but hey, the sob story that landed her in the news plenty of times got her into a college she shouldn’t have gotten into and gave her a leg-up in a joke application for a job at masters (in-house videographer). really bad at doing her work but like... fuck the man i guess?? 

PERSONALITY + HEADCANONS:

has no time for Fake Nice (which, as a born southerner, she’s really good at sniffing out!). has no time for arrogance. kind of makes her at odds with the nyc upper class...

on that note, still got a lil bit of some georgia twang

she lets herself indulge in various vices, but has left a previous hedonist status. weed and alcohol are still pretty common, but everything else is kept at arm’s length.

also, while on that topic, she Does Not drink wine. being trapped in a cellar... kinda makes u averse. like. literally despises it. will go on autopilot and make it KNOWN if offered wine.

also ALSO while on that topic, after looking it up and seeing she fits the new york city requirements, she has a medical marijuana card <3 the one good thing, if u ask her, to come out of therapy/psychiatry <3 will not show it off unless absolutely NECESSARY bc then it gets personal or <3 will lie about why and say it’s like for epilepsy or sumn unless ur rolfe but <3 she has it <3

at odds with herself. enjoys the company of others, definitely has a history of being an extrovert, but has become very selective with the company she keeps. 

VERY private person! has had enough public standing! 

...has occasionally used her story to advance her tho bc it’s her national newsworthy tragic story and she can exploit it if she wants <3

when good charlotte said “i don’t wanna be in love”?? she felt that. her last ‘relationship’ ruined that for her <3 save her <3 

used to be really into pop! bc pop is fun! she loved some britney (i mean... she still does... how can u not!)! but. her taste has changed drastically. rarely listens to pop. has traded britney for like.... hole and the like.

her parents didn’t use this as the basis for her name but,, 2 me,,, she’s named alice for a reason <3 gotta luv alice in chains <3

y’all i found a youtube comment on a video called ‘nirvana - half the man i used to be’ (the song was, in fact, ‘creep’ by stone temple pilots) and it’s <3 her music taste <3 click here for it <3

the above said, dresses like she’s in seattle in the early 90s. 

her rumor is true btw she DID catfish david hasselhoff and she will proudly tell u. it’s her best accomplishment.

completely stopped talking to her parents and got cut-off a while back ago so now she’s livin like the Prols

which is how a rich kid one of my profs once advised referred to his classmates.... hilarity ensues.

the above in mind, her parents say she’s testing the waters as a ‘normal person’ to save face. they can’t have anyone knowing their family isn’t perfect <3

she has a pet turtle whom she named “dr. turtle,” although he’s constantly referred to as “doc” or “the doc.” he has his own youtube channel and tiktok account.

she has a wall full of evidence that courtney love did not kill kurt cobain... it makes sense, believe me.

became a vegetarian...... partially because it was different from her original life and a way to control something, partially because this commercial made her feel SO BAD.

literally her default mode is stoned like... a totally sober alice is rarer than a nessie sighting

when she was 18, before she could ‘hold her liquor’ as well as she can now, she got a lil too drunk and now has a portrait tattoo of courtney love on her forearm. but it was done well at least!!

kind of ironic considering her career, but RARELY posts on any social media site except twitter. after the media circus in 2014 and All Eyes On Her, she’s just..... so tired...... of ppl seeing her face and being like ‘omg ur that wine cellar bitch!’

(drugs tw) has become more and more Addicted to playing around with fate. j chill on a ledge, talkin to some pals, but deciding it’s a good idea to swing her legs on the wrong side of ledge? totally! mixing a lot of alcohol with opioids which she is not accustomed to? DEF!! (end tw)

more to come!!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

i have two (2) queued up!! but while we wait for them to post, i’ll just… link them over here: 1, 2

muse u <3 the other half of her subplot from the main <3

her older sister!

her younger sibling!

some of the basics!! you know: close pal, roommate, drug buddies (but she gotta hit them up), fwb, ons, frenemies, enemy

ppl who recognize her from the 2014 luke johnson articles and have either brought it up or,,,,,,, act Awkward™

cld be fun 2 just have like. a jam bud. someone who plays any instrument and they j. jam sometimes.

ppl she sells. some of her medical marijuana to. bc yk what weed may be legal in nyc now but,,,, she’s still found a way to be broke she will accept anything. and also it just became legalized THIS YEAR so!!

i have a budding wc page @ https://escxpiism.tumblr.com/wcs (and when i say budding, i MEAN budding) so feel free 2 check it out!!

more to come!!

#masters.intro #alice | intro ! #this took me like....... 2hrs 2 write so i do indeed think my mind is fooling me and actually lagging behind.

[sandriinehebert]

say hello to my (revamped) little friend :)))))

lea michele has been my idol and source of inspiration ever since i was 11 years-old. i looked up to her and loved her and supported her. i met my two closest friends because of glee and lea. she’s the reason i got into glee, and glee is the reason why i decided to join roleplay years ago. i owe so much to lea. that being said, i do not support, condone or accept her alleged behavior. i knew about her being self-centered and difficult to work with, but i never thought i would log online some night searching for instagram photos for sandrine and find out all of that. i was reading the twitter thread all night long and watching a decade of my life disappear before my eyes. i know my feelings are worth nothing and are completely irrelevant & meaningless compared to the gravity of the situation that brought out all of these allegations. i also want to point out this is not a representation of mine or sandrine’s views on racism, bullying, performance activism or politics.

one of the first things that came to mine was sandrine and this group. i never bragged about being original, so it should come as no surprise that sandrine took a lot of characteristics from lea. her bubbly and lively personality, the tiny but mighty energy, the italian family background, the singing part, the cooking, the love of beauty, everything from her looks to her voice, it screams lea michele when i think about sandrine. changing her faceclaim was not an easy thing to do, because it implies changing this character i cherish with all of my heart. anyway, here’s a list of things that will change about sandrine from now on / things that will stay the same.

changes:

the faceclaim. lea is sephardi jewish (of turkish and greek descent) as well as italian. try and match that, it’s hard. plus, finding someone who is as expressive and joyful as sandrine is difficult too. i decide to use demet özdemir (who’s of turkish, bulgarian and german descent from what i read). compared to lea, i don’t know anything about her whatsoever. i lurked through gif tags and photos and she seems promising. if i don’t feel good using her, i will change to leighton meester and review, once again, the family background. (shoutout to lina for helping me, a true life saver!!!! <3)

alessandra “sandrine” serafina hébert. her last name changes. it is no longer lombardi, but hébert. (pronounced eh-bert in english, or hey-ber in french because the t is silent, i did some genalogy research and the surname hébert was, in some parts of the province, adapted from german so it fits with demet).

her age. sandrine is 30 turning 31 in september instead of 33 going 34.

her parents’ name. i will not redo the whole family post i did ages ago, but they all get a change of name and history. adamo is now only adam, and he’s 33 instead of 35. christian hébert is her father and monica evans is the mother. corinna remains corinna. christian’s father’s last name was actually esmer, but he changed to hébert when he moved in order to try and fit in the community.  the whole italian family storyline goes in the garbage bin, but since, historically speaking, traditional quebecer values are not that different from family, food and making babies, i’m good with that! i am absolutely not familiar with turkish and canadian history & relations so i have a lot of research to do there just to feel comfortable with this. i knew more about italo-québécois from school and from writing a paper about this community, hence why i felt no discomfort using cultural and historical aspects in sandrine’s story. montréal has the second largest turkish community of canada from stats i found, so, still, it’s not completely off either.

her career in ice skating / the reason she quit. sandrine will still be a successful figure skater who was amongst the best of her province, but i’ll twist things up. i won’t have her quit at 18, rather at 20. because (drum roll) i will give her a love interest. she started doing couple figure skating competitions at 17 and fell in love with her partner. they dated for three years, that innocent first relationship kind of love and he broke-up because he felt like he was too young to commit. hence why she still believes no one will ever love her as much as she loves them.

her timeline will go like this: at 20 she quit ice skating and dropped out of university. from 20 to 24 she stayed at home in montréal with her parents. from 24 to 26, she was roommates with adam in boston. and from 26 to now, 30 going 31, she is living on her own, running her salon in devinstone.

what stays the same:

lea’s voice is sandrine’s voice. when i write dialogues (which means 99% of all of my replies bc i can’t write), i hear lea’s voice. sandrine’ voice and singing voice will remain lea’s. that is unfortunately something i can’t let go of. 

she’s still lea’s height even if demet is 5″7.

she still has 2 of lea’s tattoos: the coffee mug and the musical notes.

she’s still a beautician. that does not change one bit! she still loves cooking. she still loves being annoying.

i will not delete any posts from before. i have so many faceclaim posts and instagram photos queued that some might slip away but those, i will delete them if i notice they get posted on accident. my queue has over 40 posts so it glitches and doesn’t always show me what’s in there.

everything else. she’s still the reincarnation of poppy from trolls, anna from frozen and pinkie pie from my little pony. big dumb dumb energy and all!

a faceclaim change should not be that big of a deal. but i’m a big baby who adored a celebrity for so long and i’m learning a hard lesson right now. i will proceed to changing her icon, theme, url, and to send a whole new biography to the main in the next couple of days. the main will also be contacted when they’ll come back to tumblr. since i don’t have discord, i couldn’t contact them sooner. i need time to process everything and to change sandrine’s muse without losing it. thank you for reading all of this and i am truly sorry if me using lea michele as a faceclaim ever offended any of you. i owed all of you an explanation and an apology as to why it takes so much time to change everything (idk who sent me this anon about me having to change my faceclaim but i was aware i had to do so since the moment i read the first tweets so i hope you didn’t worry about that too much). again, i’m sorry. stay safe, ily guys! <3

#biography. #devinstone.ooc