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himbosandhardwear · 4 months ago

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Steddie I pre-S4 I secret relationship AU I rated M I 3.9 k I angst I S4 fix-it I time skips

This was going to be a fully fleshed out story but I lost the umpf to finish, it just felt unnecessary to commit to an entire fic, so here's the rough draft for anyone interested.

July 10th, 1985

Eddie answered the door to find Steve Harrington standing off the porch, one foot on the bottom step, looking a bit like mangled raccoon roadkill, with somehow still an immaculate head of hair.

“Whoa, man, who'd you piss off this time?”

Steve slow blinked up at him. “I don't wanna talk about it. You open for business?”

He didn't normally take house calls but they weren't in school right now - Steve never would be again, the lucky bastard - and Eddie was saving up for a new amp, so yeah, he was open for business today.

“For you, Moneybags, always.” He held the door open wide.

Steve walked in, mumbling, “Not sure Moneybags is accurate now that I'm unemployed.”

“Well, then your money is even more precious. You could've spent it all on Budweiser but you chose me.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Steve.

“Don't know any other drug dealers,” he pointed out.

Eddie scowled. “C'mon, man, give me the illusion of being special.”

Steve's lips quirked, playful, even though it must've been stretching that cut painfully. “Oh, Munson, only your steller ditch weed can save me!”

Eddie would never admit it but the fact that he played along, albeit sarcastically, made him give Steve an extra pre-roll for free.

***

Aug 16th 1985

“And I said to her, ‘You can't expect me to tell you that. It's against the bro code or something,’ not that we were ever actually bros, it's the principle, right? But then she gives me the fuckin’ wet eyes, like I'm killing her-”

Eddie wasn't really listening, he was more focused on the task at hand, but Steve was a talker and Eddie had made peace with that weeks ago, so he politely hummed and nodded as needed to keep him going.

“Shit.”

“What?” Steve stopped monologuing to ask.

“Nothin’, just didn't have as much in this bag as I thought.” He put the tray aside and got up to grab another sack. There should be enough to round out Steve's usual six joints in his dresser stash.

“Anyway,” Steve continued on, unperturbed by the interruption, “I said to her-” He continued to wax about Nancy fucking Wheeler while Eddie dug through his top drawer. Ridiculous man couldn't wait thirty seconds, no, had to follow Eddie into his room. “Like Byers has the balls to cheat on her, ya know? And what the fuck am I supposed to do about it if he did? Fly to California and… Huh.”

“What?”

He was so wrapped up in looking for the right strain, he didn't turn to look until Steve's continued silence became weird.

He should've just given Steve five joints and charged him less.

“Uhhh. I can explain?”

Steve looked up from the skinmag on Eddie's side table and laughed. Actually laughed. “Oh yeah? I'd love to hear it.”

Why did he look so happy about it? Christ, he was literally bouncing on his toes.

“You're being weirdly chill about this,” he pointed out when Steve continued to grin.

“It's just funny, I guess. I have that same one.”

Time stopped. It started back up of course but not in any way that made sense. Because Steve was giving him that look, that open faced ‘See anything you like?’ look, with the steely eyed determination of a man who knew what he was doing. He'd seen that look before, in clubs, on the street. The problem Eddie was trying to work out wasn't so much ‘Could Steve Harrington really be queer?’, it was ‘Could Steve Harrington really want to fuck around with me?’

“What the fuck does that mean?” He asked, sure he was reading this wrong.

Steve cocked his head. “It means exactly what it sounds like.”

He turned to give Steve his full attention. “You, Steve Harrington, own the August edition of Drummer magazine.”

“Yes.”

“The gay porn mag.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He watched as Steve's face turned a lovely shade of pink. “To look at pictures of naked men and jerk off,” he said calmly, despite the blush. “Also the articles are well written and informative.”

That shocked a laugh out of Eddie. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the dresser. “Uh huh. What was your favorite one?”

“That story about the military rites of passage. Something about being told what to do gets me going.”

It could've just been a good guess, Eddie supposed, but he didn't think so.

“Oh yeah, private?” He said, all bravado. “Drop and give me twenty.”

The bravado died a soldier's death as he watched Steve hit the floor, on his knees, and then begin doing actual pushups. He watched up until twelve or so - the play of muscle under that blue and white polo was really something - before stopping him with a laugh.

“Get up, you fuckin' jock. We get it, you're in great shape.”

Steve did stop but only so he could sit back on his heels, hands placed firmly on his thighs, to look up at Eddie as though awaiting further instructions.

He gulped.

***

Sept 28th 1985

Eddie had his hand down Steve's pants, sucking a sizable hickey on his neck, when Steve blurted out, “Teen Wolf is playing at the Drive-In in Shelbyville.”

He backed away slowly, swimming through a haze of horny confusion to mumble, “The fuck?”

“Um. Just sayin'.”

“‘Just sayin'?’ Why are you ‘just sayin'’ right now?” He articulated this with a heavy squeeze to Steve's dick.

“Ha!” Steve arched toward him while also wincing in embarrassment. “I just wanted to ask before I forgot.”

A drop of cold lead sank Eddie's stomach. “Ask…what?”

He blinked at Eddie in the dark. “Do you wanna go? To the movies? With me?”

Heat washed out the cold feeling and replaced it with mounting anger; Eddie slowly pulled his hand from Steve's pants. He watched Eddie back away with wide-eyed confusion, going to ask what was wrong probably, but Eddie beat him to it, unwilling to hear the concern in his voice.

“I thought you understood what this was, Harrington. We don't do dates,” he spit the word like a curse. “That's something you do with the nice girls from your daddy's country club. We get each other off in the back of my van, where no one can see it rocking. Right? That's what this is.”

Steve's whole face shut down, giving nothing away. He gave Eddie a small nod, doing his pants back up. That was probably for the best, he was too rattled to get off now anyway.

“Yeah, I think we're done for today. Come see me when you remember what it is I'm good for.”

Steve didn't respond, just kicked open Eddie's back doors and hopped out. The beemer started a second later, not peeling out angrily, not kicking up gravel and dust in its wake, just drifted off into the night.

Eddie's hand shook as he tried to light a cigarette, flame winking in and out as his fingers slipped, another thing Steve had ruined. What an asshole, he thought, still furious. What the fuck was he thinking, asking Eddie out? That they'd just go to the movies together? Like a couple of regular people? Didn't he know that's not how things worked? If you're lucky, which Eddie was, you find a mentor to teach you the rules of staying safe. If you're not lucky, you learn the hard way.

Going steady with rich, popular boys was not on the list of approved activities.

Eddie snapped his cigarette in half and chucked it out the back door. The black of the lake beyond the trees, near invisible under a waxing moon, left him feeling sick to his stomach and lonely. The nights were getting too chilly to sit with the doors open anyway. He swung them shut and shrugged his flannel back on. The memory of Steve running his warm hands over Eddie's shoulders, slipping it off as he ran them down his back, struck Eddie like a slap to the face.

He shouldn't have freaked out. He could've handled it better. It wasn't Steve's fault he didn't know the rules. He didn't have someone like Gil to warn him about how dangerous it was out there. Oh well, it was too late to take it back now. He'd apologize when Steve came around again.

***

Oct 10th 1985

“I just don't get why he won't talk to me. I tried to see him at Family Video and he ran into the back office and locked the door. Buckley just stared at me until I was sure my hair would catch fire. Like I ever did anything to her,” he grumbled.

“Ed,” Gil sighed over the phone like Eddie was being particularly stupid, “he wanted to take you out and you yelled at him.”

When he said it like that it sounded reasonable. “Yeah, except we don't do that! You taught me that! That's not safe!”

“Oh, no. Oh, Eddie,” he sighed again. It was really starting to piss him off. “I didn't mean for you to take that to heart. You can't shut out everyone who might love you-”

“Love me?!” He screeched. “Are you insane? He didn't love me!”

“I'm not saying he did, I just mean you can't expect everyone you sleep with is going to agree no strings attached forever. Eventually you're going to fall for someone, and then all the bullshit running around in secret, that shit becomes worth it. I wasn't trying to stop you from falling in love, I was just trying to teach you how to get around safely.”

Eddie sputtered. He was so confused. Where was the burly, son of a bitch, leather vest wearing, biker bear who once told Eddie where to find the best glory holes in a new town? What the fuck was the shit about falling in love? That wasn't supposed to be in the cards for him. And certainly not with Steve Harrington. That was never going to be a thing. Not in the cards, not in the casino, not in Las Vegas itself! But all of a sudden he was allowed to date if he was sure the other person was worthy? Since when?!

Gil, instead of taking pity on him, doubled down. “I think it's probably too late with this Steve fella, but Eddie, don't push away the next one who takes an interest in you. Okay? It's still rough out there, it's still dangerous, but, god, what is any of this for if we aren't allowed to be in love?”

“You asshole,” he sniffed, “where was all this lovely advice two years ago?”

“You were a kid, dumb ass. If I'd told you to run off with the first guy who gave you butterflies, you'd be dead already. I was trying to keep you safe first, cut me some slack!”

“Fine! But I still blame you for fucking me on the Harrington thing. You have no idea what you cost me. Literally and figuratively. The wallet and the ass on that man.” He wasn't going to admit to missing the man attached to the wallet and the ass. It was too fresh of a realization.

“I'm sorry, kid. Seems like you really liked him.”

“What? No I didn't.”

“That why you called me and ranted about him for a half hour straight? Because you don't like him?”

Eddie scowled at the sink. “Shut up.”

Gil sighed at him again.

***

March 29th, 1986

A car had pulled up.

His blood was rushing in his ears, nothing but the sound of the ocean in a giant seashell, like the one his mom had kept on her dresser, so he didn't hear the voice at first. It wormed its way into his understanding slowly, a male voice, low, calling his name.

He grasped the bottle tighter, waited until the voice got closer, and then sprang out from under the tarp. His senses grew sharp, focusing on the dark shape in front of him. They came together hard, fell into the wall with a jarring crash. All thoughts went into stopping the body against him from hurting him first.

Hands grasped his wrist to keep the bottle from finding its mark. Strong hands, with wide knuckles, ones that Eddie hadn't seen in six months but still, unbidden, saw in his dreams.

He finally looked up and found Steve Harrington at the end of his makeshift knife.

“It's me, Eds, it's me” he was panting. “You're safe. I promise. It's okay.” He kept repeating it until Eddie finally let go of the bottle. Let go and then buried his face into Steve's neck and wept. He couldn't stop it, it just came out of him, everything, all the terror and confusion and guilt.

“I didn't do it, I didn't hurt her, it wasn't me,” he kept repeating.

“I know. I know, Eds, I know you didn't,” Steve answered, hand still running over the back of his head. Like the last six months were just a terrible dream.

He didn't even notice Steve wasn't alone, not until Henderson clasped him around the shoulder and told him there were things living under Hawkins, things that would make a horde of Beholders turn tail and run.

And they'd been dealing with it all since ‘83?

Which meant Steve was already a hardened veteran when he was goofing off in Eddie's trailer, making tusks out of pretzel rods and calling Ewoks by the wrong name.

“Jesus Christ.” He put his head between his knees and did his best to ignore Steve's hand rubbing up and down his back. He didn't want the comfort but he took it anyway.

***

March 31st 1986

“Hey, Eddie,” Steve pulled up next to him, skipping over the slimy Devil Roots with ease, “I just wanted to say thanks for savin’ my ass back there.”

Eddie chuckled lowly, not ready to say, ‘You know what you did, you macho asshole.’ “Pretty sure Wheeler saved your ass but you're welcome.”

“You definitely helped. I mean, you didn't have to swim through a portal to hell after me but you did.”

The shame of Steve giving him even an ounce of credit crept up his throat and started to choke him. Steve had been getting drug to hell by some unknown force and still Eddie had hesitated. He was a coward.

“Man, I just didn't want to be the asshole who stayed behind.”

The silence felt damning, like he should've just kept his mouth shut.

Steve jammed his hands into his ratty sweatpants. “Right.”

Now he thought Eddie didn't care at all.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he whispered, “You know that's not the whole truth, right? I know things are weird between us but I don't want you dead.”

He had to keep his eyes on the ground as they walked but out of his periphery he could see Steve nod.

“Yeah. I get it.”

He didn't but Eddie didn't know what else to say. He hadn't let himself think about what they were to each other now. Not friends, not ex’s, not strangers. He’d tried not to think about Steve at all - except what he couldn't avoid, like Henderson’s obsession with him and things his brain forced him to remember at night - since whatever they were doing ended. Since Steve left and never came back.

He opened his mouth to soften the moment, tell Steve how Henderson would've killed him in a more creative way than Vecna if he'd let Steve die, but Steve cut him off.

“I should thank you for that too.”

Eddie chanced looking over.

“For what?”

“For ending things when you did.”

The squirm in his gut worsened. They hadn't talked about it. He didn't want to talk about it. “Oh?” He choked out.

“Yeah, I was, uh, making a bigger thing out of what we, what we were doing, than I should've. I blame Robin for enabling me, she's the one who said to just ask you out like a normal person. Sorry for making it weird and ruining it. Always trying to give my heart to people who don't want it.” He chuckled morosely. “Anyway, thanks, I guess. You probably saved me from a lot more heartache later down the line.” He slapped Eddie on the back, like they were old chums, and then he skipped up to the girls without a backwards glance.

Eddie stood there, alone, gaping at his retreating back.

***

April 1st, 1986

Eddie had always been good at compartmentalizing. When his mom got sick, he got really into Tolkien, let that be his focal point in a storm of hospital visits and missed days at school. When his dad got picked up and sent to prison, he let Wayne teach him how to play guitar, which he spent most of his waking hours on. When Steve made it clear he was done with Eddie, he packed up the little pocket of time they had, the enjoyment he'd found in Steve's company, and folded it under the recesses of his mind, told himself it was all for the best, to not think of it again, and then he threw himself into Hellfire.

So, now that he’d found himself in another untenable situation, clarity struck Eddie like lightning as he thrashed on the ground - Hey, dumbass, Steve Harrington actually liked you, wanted to date you, would've fallen for you, and you fucking blew it. Not only did you blow it, you broke his fucking heart.

It was an asinine thought to have while he was actively dying but considering the alternative was acknowledging that he was being eaten alive by demon bats, he welcomed thoughts of Steve.

Steve, who Eddie had convinced himself was just scratching an itch with someone who wouldn't tell, but who had actually been telling his best friend the whole time.

Steve, who came over for weed but stayed to hang out, sometimes for hours, well before they were fooling around.

Steve, who wasn't anything like Eddie had assumed he would be, was exactly the kinda guy Eddie would've fallen for. If he was allowed.

But he had been allowed, the whole time apparently, and was too stupid to notice.

Henderson showed up a minute later, just as the bats collapsed around him, thank god. If he'd gotten the asshole killed he was fairly certain Steve would've brought him back somehow just to kill him again.

He wasted a lot of breath apologizing to Dustin, agreeing that he was totally gonna make it. Wasted some more trying to bequeath Hellfire to him. Wasted his last breath to say, “Tell Steve I'm sorry.”

Dustin wouldn't understand what for but maybe Steve would.

Just before he lost consciousness he caught Dustin saying, “Tell him yourself,” and then something that sounded suspiciously like, “Eddie! No.”

But by then he was gone.

***

Date unknown, 1986

He was never sure if what he was experiencing was real or not. Since the pain had stopped everything had a surreal quality, mostly flashes of light, some sound trickled in, shouting and crying and tires squealing; all of it was fleeting and seemed unimportant.

The first thing that felt real was Wayne's voice. Gruff and short and so, so familiar. It brought tears to his eyes. He was pretty sure anyway, hard to tell when he couldn't open them yet.

“Get your boy, Fletch, or I'm gonna break his arm.”

“Now, Wayne, we're just doin’ our job,” Chief Powell said in a softer tone than Wayne's snarl or Callahan's offense.

“Either one of you touch a hair on his head, I'll-”

“Have Steve call his famous lawyer dad,” Robin piped up from somewhere in the room, thankfully stopping Wayne from further incriminating himself.

“He's a divorce attorney,” Steve mumbled. “But he knows people!” He rallied after what Eddie imagined was a look from Robin.

A beat went by, Eddie almost slipped away in the quiet, before Chief Powell spoke up again. “You're all gonna go to bat for this kid?”

Steve responded first. “He's a hero.”

Eddie didn't get to enjoy that for long, a nurse came in to shuffle them all out of the room so they could re-up his pain meds and then it was nighty-night again.

***

Date Unknown, 1986

The next time Eddie woke, it was dark in the room, only a bit of light coming in from under the door and from the parking lot lights outside. His eyes felt gritty, heavy with sleep, but he could make out the shape of Steve in the chair beside his bed.

He was awake, staring down at the side of Eddie's mattress.

No.

Eddie followed his gaze and found Steve staring at his hand where it laid across his own forearm, careful of the tubes they were both hooked to. As soon as he saw it, he became aware of the warmth of it, Steve's huge hand draped over his cold skin.

“Feels nice,” he tried to say but it came out more garbled mess than actual words.

It was enough to get Steve's attention though.

“Eddie!” He said with excitement, relief. “What do you need? I should get the nurse.”

Eddie forced his arm to respond, to turn over and clasp Steve where he was about to remove himself. His grasp wasn't near enough to keep Steve in place but the fact that he tried kept Steve where he was.

His voice refused to cooperate, felt like coughing up glass, but he tried to communicate that Steve should stay.

“Okay, okay, I'm here. Not going anywhere. Do you need anything? Water? Pain meds?”

Eddie could definitely use both of those things but the most pressing thing, the only thing he could really think of was…

Lifting his hand to point as steadily as he could at Steve's chest.

He chuckled. “Why do you keep trying to take my shirt?”

The question made little sense. For one thing, this was the first he remembered being coherent enough to demand anything, and second, Steve wasn't wearing a shirt, he was in a hospital gown, same as Eddie.

He shook his head as best he could, a frustrated frown and a grunt to indicate that wasn't what he meant at all.

Steve leaned closer. “What is it? I don't know what you need, Eddie.”

Now that he was closer, Eddie reached out as best he could and pressed his palm to the left side of Steve's chest.

They stared at each other. Eddie could feel the tears slipping down his face but he didn't dare move his hand to wipe them away.

Slowly, like he was scared, Steve's hand came up to press Eddie's hand closer. Big and warm and missed to the point of aching, though Eddie had been loath to admit it to himself.

“You’re serious?” Steve whispered. “You want...this?”

Eddie nodded frantically.

“If you mean my tit I'm going to be so pissed at you.”

Eddie choked on a laugh. He did his very best to mouth, “That too.”

That got him a laugh, a soft one. "Some things don't change." He looked away, shy. Or not shy exactly, cautious. "I hope you remember you said all this when you wake up again. You're pretty doped up."

That was an easy fix. The drugs probably made it easier to admit but he was tired of pretending it wasn't true.

He pulled Steve's hand until it settled over his own chest, stitches and all, and forced himself to croak, "I already tried to forget, sweetheart. It didn't work."

Steve's answering smile rivaled the dawn.

#this is just every pre-s4 secret relationship fic ever written #and its half assed #but its mine #two cakes situation #steddie #ficlet #my writing

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peasack · 13 days ago

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HIII!! First of all, I love love ur fics sm!! Now, could I request the Thunderbolts with a teen reader who's secretly in a band?? (A metal or rock band specifically) One day she js kinda drops it on them like "Oh yeah I have a gig tonight" or something like that. THANK UUUU 💕💕

You're so awesome I love this request.

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Reacting To You Being In a Band Headcanons ✦

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✦ John Walker

"A show? What, like a school play or something?"

Completely oblivious at first, assumes it’s a little hobby thing.

You show him a clip and his jaw drops when he hears you scream into the mic or shred on guitar.

"You’re in a band? You do... this?"

Low-key proud but plays it cool, starts showing your music to people like "Yeah, this kid’s mine. Best band out there."

✦ Bucky Barnes

Pauses mid-bite.

"A what?" Just pure confusion.

When you explain, he blinks at you like he’s buffering.

"You’re in a metal band?"

Starts listening to your music quietly when no one’s around. Actually loves it but would never admit it out loud.

Shows up to your show in the back, hood up, arms crossed, but claps harder than anyone there.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Absolutely loses his mind.

"A star! We have a star among us!"

He’s your number one fan IMMEDIATELY. Starts asking you to play for him on missions.

"When is your next show? I will make poster. I will bring banner."

Shows up front row with your band’s name badly painted on his chest.

He’s way too loud and absolutely embarrassing, but he’s so proud.

✦ Yelena Belova

Just stares at you for a moment like you’ve been lying to her your whole life.

"You? In a band? Why have you not told me this?"

Pretends to be offended but is actually so hyped.

Teases you relentlessly. "Do you wear leather? You are little rock star now, hm?"

Makes it her mission to drag everyone to your next gig.

She’s the cool one at your shows, sunglasses and all, pretending she’s so chill but filming every second.

✦ Ava Starr

Blinks in quiet surprise. "You...play metal?"

The more you explain, the more she seems to like the idea.

She finds it fascinating, low-key impressed you balance missions, school, and a band.

Shows up to your gigs quietly, usually hanging at the edges, but she’s there every time.

Protective as hell if anyone at the venue disrespects you.

✦ Bob Reynolds

"Oh, That’s... that’s so cool! Wait-you play? Like... you actually perform?"

Awkwardly super excited for you, but a little nervous about the crowds.

Asks if it’s okay for him to come see you.

Shows up way in the back because he’s nervous to stand out but listens to every second.

Ends up really liking your music even if it’s way outside his usual vibe.

Probably builds you a custom amp or pedal without saying much.

✦ Bonus Group Chat

[John]: Kid just told us they’re in a metal band. Anyone else knew about this?

[Bucky]: No.

[Yelena]: Did not know. Am offended.

[Alexei]: I KNEW I RAISED A STAR.

[Ava]: They’re actually good. I’ve heard their set.

[Bob]: Oh my god really? Should we… should we go?

[John]: Yeah. We’re going.

[Alexei]: I BRING PAINT.

[Yelena]: No. You are banned from body paint.

[Alexei]: I am unstoppable.

[Bucky]: Please don’t embarrass them.

[Yelena]: No promises.

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Thought the last bit would be cute since I wasn't sure on how to write a lot of hcs on this, hope yall enjoyed!!!

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lafortezasboy · 28 days ago

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SUGAR, WE’RE GOING DOWN.

fall out boy

— summary: the katseye band needs someone to listen and view their music. sure, maybe their siblings might help, but the only real one has been rhea so far. eventually, sophia ended up asking you, her longtime crush and the most artistic and musical kid in the school. how will you rate their band after a fall out boy cover?

— warnings/tags: gn!reader, highschool au, yoonchae is the only one in sophomore year, megan + lara in junior, manon + dani + sophia in senior, use of “yn”, not proofread.

— a/n: shoutout to my friend who gave me this song. i really think it’s fitting, especially for the storyline so thank you to my best friend i love you if you see this

“okay, but we seriously need someone to listen to how we play,” megan spoke up, walking back to sit at her piano. the six members were in dani’s garage, trying to listen to their cover of a nirvana song. the recording of their cover always cut off at some point since their amp was too loud, no matter how much they tried to minimize the volume, so it was hard to listen to their cover.

“maybe it’s just your phone,” dani said to lara before going back to sit behind the drums.

“its not!” she denies. sophia shakes her head before moving to settle the phone back down as everyone began to retreat to their spots.

“are you guys even practicing at home?” lara asks, putting the mic back onto the stand.

“obviously!” the girls say in unison, almost annoyed at her question. lara sighed.

“maybe rhea can just come over and—”

“no,” manon cut her off, “i feel like we need a much more…of our audience. someone around our age range.”

“i agree,” sophia spoke up, looking at lara and the others.

“me too,” yoonchae added in quietly.

sophia looked back at the sophomore in the back with the other electric guitar with a small smile.

“thank you, yoonchip,” she said before looking back at lara. “rhea’s compliments and advice has helped us,” she explained, “but i think we need more advice from someone around our age too. especially if we want them as our target audience.”

there’s a small silence before sophia spoke up again, reaching into her back pocket.

“i’m just going to call my brother and his friends—”

the girls immediately rushed to take her phone out of her hands. sounds of protest and repeated “no’s” come from the garage. once dani had it out of her hands, yoonchae, the tallest member despite being the youngest, took a hold of it and put it on the highest shelf in the garage.

“okay, okay! i get it!” sophia exclaimed as she moved to sit down on the amp. the girls looked defeated.

“maybe we should just get rhea to watch again,” megan grumbled. small hums and murmurs of agreement echoed throughout the room before dani’s mom called them in for dinner before the girls had to leave. they began to head inside before sophia heard her phone buzz. she looked back, only to realize yoonchae had gone to wash her hands already. she pouted slightly before moving to the shelf and stacking two boxes on each other and grabbing her phone swiftly and carefully. with a huff, she clicked her phone on to see who messaged her.

hi sophia :)

i sit behind you in english and i was absent today.

do you have the notes?

thats’s when sophia’s head clicked. she carefully moved around the equipments before rushing into the house.

“guys! i found someone!”

“are you really going to talk to yn? for the first time in forever?” lara teased sophia. sophia has had the biggest crush on you ever since middle school. it was a shock that you two haven’t talked despite almost having the same english classes for all school years. she’s never really made the effort to talk to you, even if you two were mutual friends on instagram.

“hey — it isn’t the first time,” she defended herself. “i mean, i’ve talked to them once or twice…”

“since when?”

sophia pauses. since…the seventh grade. lara giggled at her silence and sophia gently nudged her to be quiet.

around third period was english. when she sat down, she immediately pulled her notes out. she felt your presence when you walked by to sit behind you and her swallows heavily before twisting her body to look at you. you looked up from your phone and she pushed her notes onto your desk.

“i’m sorry i didn’t reply to your text,” she apologizes awkwardly. “i fell asleep early,” sophia lied. when she got your text, she was gushing about it to the girls that she completely forgot to reply. maybe she replied in her head.

you shook your head with a smile.

“no, don’t worry about it. at least i have them,” you replied with a gentle smile, assuring her softly. “thank you.”

sophia let out a hum. before she turned away, her lips blurted out the long awaited question.

“are you free this afternoon?” she asks. you looked at her, confused before her cheeks flushed.

“no, no! not like that,” she denies, feeling nervous. maybe one day you’d be free to hangout with her and her only.

“i- i mean like,” she pauses, losing her words before clearing her throat. “my friends and i made a garage band,” sophia began to explain, “and we need someone to listen to our covers and see what our mistakes are. we can’t really hear it from our recordings, but we know something sounds off. you know what i mean?” she looks at you nervously, trying to see if you understood her words.

“sure,” you complied rather quickly. you shrugged, “i wouldn’t mind. i bet you guys are good.”

sophia blushed slightly and she shakes her head. “w- we’re mediocre,” she said with a wave of her hand.

“what do you play?” you asked curiously as you began to copy down her notes.

“lead guitarist. sometimes i sing, too,” she informed you. you hummed softly before smiling up at her.

“i’ll come,” you said. “i’m just going to need the address.”

sophia nods, “of course. i’ll tell my friend you’re coming and then i’ll give you it after school.”

“and then they gave me this look after i told them i play lead guitarist!” sophia said with a squeal. yoonchae clapped her hands for her and sophia copied her reaction.

“girl, i’m telling you; guitar is one of the hottest instruments a person can play. why do you think we play it?” manon playfully said as she laughs, gesturing to sophia, yoonchae, and herself. sophia laughed with her, feeling a slight tinge of embarrassment.

“pianists are hot, too!” megan adds in, nudging manon as she bites into her sandwich.

“okay but, they totally want you,” manon assured, reaching out for sophia’s arm. “a smile? asking what instrument? wanting to continue a conversation?” megan taps her middle finger against her thumb repeatedly, agreeing with manon. “they want you bad.”

“and what if you’re wrong?” sophia asks.

“manon’s never wrong,” yoonchae defends. manon puts a hand to her heart in awe.

“my child is right,” manon said, wiping away fake tears at yoonchae’s cuteness. yoonchae looked at manon’s dramatic antics and her face twitched slightly as her smile drops a bit. sophia bursted out laughing, pointing at yoonchae’s face, megan following along after.

after school, you did end up receiving a text from sophia telling you dani’s address in order for you to come visit and listen. you told her you’d be there in about an hour or two and it was a perfect for sophia to get ready. usually, she’d end up going to dani’s place right away as all the other kats do, but she went home. she prepared her look; a little bit of her hair up and the rest down, lipgloss instead of chapstick, and got into a much more different outfit than her usual sweats and baggy shirt she would wear when she’s with the kats. she did make sure to bring those items of clothing with her when she went to dani’s house. when everyone saw her much more glammed look, they all complained lightly before their heads clicked.

“ohh. she wants to look good for yn.”

“it’s because yn’s coming to listen.”

sophia blushed at their knowing answers. she got into her position and they began to warm up with a song from the smashing pumpkins. it’s about thirty minutes later before they see a car pulling up. the garage door was wide open in order for there to be light, so when they saw the car, they — sophia, could only suspect it would’ve been you. when you came from the car, you looked at the band and waved.

“wow,” you spoke, “you guys really do look like a band.”

various thank you’s from them escaped.

“w- we’re called katseye!” sophia blurts out, a finger pointing in the air. manon stifled a laugh at her antics, dani turning in her chair to face the wall so she didn’t end up laughing with manon.

you smiled slightly, “like the gemstone?”

“but with a “k”. i thought it would’ve looked cooler,” lara adds in her credits.

“and it does,” you commented before looking around, grabbing the chair. “what are you guys covering today?”

“sugar, we’re going down by fall out boy. it’s one of our favorite covers,” megan informed you as she turned on her piano.

you hummed softly, watching as they prepare themselves. once they started to actually play, you couldn’t help but actually be surprised at their performance. it was clear that they had formed this band years ago. maybe three or two, because with their performance, it was outstanding. sophia watched the awe in your face and the shock. she couldn’t help it. her confidence got the best of her. when it got to the chorus, sophia looked at your wandering face as she sang them. she wanted them to be for you. she did everything to try to get you to focus on her only, even though she invited you to come see all of them. this was technically her one chance where she got to talk to you, and she wanted it to last a life time before you left.

“i’ll be your number one with a bullet.”

“a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it.”

you looked. her heart stuttered. she tried her best to keep her voice steady and up, and she did, but your gaze was making her feel…seen. something she’s wanted from you ever since she met you. after the song came to a finish, it was sophia’s ten second solo, but during it, she purposely made it last longer than usual for you to see her skill. she was showing off — and the kats knew that. you ended up clapping for them anyway, not really noticing how long her solo ended up being.

“it’s really good!” you exclaimed with a smile. “there’s no flaws. one can say that you guys could crank up the volume, but your skill level is great,” you comment with a smile, looking at the others. they all hummed, taking in your words.

“thanks, yn,”

“thank you, yn!”

once dani’s mom called them in for snacks, you stayed behind with sophia.

“your guitar solo,” you mentioned as she slips her guitar off to lean it against yoonchae’s on the boxes. sophia looks at your face, seeing a gentle smile.

“it’s really good. no flaws — just absolute perfection,” you complimented and sophia’s face went pink, her ears red.

“thank you,” sophia said, keeping her voice steady. “i worked hard — it’s kind of difficult to do it,” she admits as she looks at her guitar. you follow her gaze.

“is it actually?”

“want me to teach you it?”

there’s a moment of silence before you gave in, sitting down on two sturdy cardboard boxes. sophia began to teach you how to play, moving your hands in certain directions in order for the right sounds to hit. the moment was intimate with just the two of you… well, if you couldn’t see dani and the others peeking from the garage door’s window, it was intimate between the two of you.

— final a/n: i kind of forgot like, who i put as what position when i was making this. i put megan as a drummer first and dani as a bassist i think, but really it’s supposed to be dani as the drummer, manon as the bassist, megan as the pianist, and then we have yoonchae as the second guitarist with sophia and then lara with the mic…if there’s like. a mix up, i get it because it was super last minute that i decided to switch them out because i remembered 💔

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hoe-days · 2 months ago

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You know what, we got Senku reaction what about the rest of the main cast. Ukyo, Gen, Chrome, Tsukasa, Ryusui, and Hyoga react to someone flirting with their s/o thinking "oh hell no" to "oh wait they are too dense to realize they are being flirted with" then it's just reliving vietnam flashback on how long it took them to finessed their way into a relationship with their s/o

This is so funny

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Ukyo hears everything, especially when it comes to his S/O. So imagine his shock when he’s patrolling around their current settlement and hears someone speaking to his S/O. That in itself is nothing out of the ordinary, but what the person says is what catches his attention.

“That Ukyo is pretty shrimpy, huh? How could a guy like that handle someone like you. A strong guy like me would be a better fit for someone like you.”

Ukyo cannot believe his ears. The slander upon his name. He’s not one for confrontation, so he plays it cool, getting closer to where they are and listening.

“Oh wow I guess you are pretty strong huh.”

S/O don’t do this, Ukyo’s heart can’t take it. His S/O smiles brightly.

“But I don’t really care about stuff like that! Having strong friends is nice but Ukyo is my boyfriend, and that isn’t a requirement for me. And it’s not nice to talk about people like that too.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Friend?”

Ukyo can’t help but chuckle from where he is. S/O completely misunderstood the situation. He lets out a sigh of relief. Funny thing is that it kinda reminds him of how he and S/O were before. They were pretty much dating before he even asked them out. Back before the petrification, when he wasn’t out at sea he would visit them and hang out. He courted them with fun dates and gifts. He still remembers the way his heart shattered when they told him, “I’ve never had a friend do so much for me as you do, Ukyo.” He shudders just remembering it. Though he was glad they understood he was courting them after he explained so, as awkward as the conversation was at first.

He shakes his head before coming out of his hiding spot and joining S/O.

——

Now Gen catches on immediately. He’d be with Senku and Ryusui discussing the Kingdom of Science’s next move and he’d happen to glance over at his S/O across the deck of the Perseus. That’s when he sees one of the brutes from the battle team talking to his S/O. He can judge based on the guy’s body language alone that he’s flirting. Senku and Ryusui notice Gen is distracted and follow his gaze.

“That guy is flirting with S/O right in front of you, Gen. He must think that because he’s strong he can do whatever. Am I wrong?”

“Is it me or does S/O seem completely unaware.”

“My dear Senku you are correct. As intelligent as my sweet S/O is, they’re a bit lacking in the ‘romantic intention’ department.”

Gen sighs as he watches the guy give S/O something. They smile brightly as they thank him.

“Ah yes. The gifts. I remember constantly giving them flowers trying to express my love and I thought it was me doing magic tricks for them.”

“Yikes.”

Gen watches on as his S/O jogs over, showing him what the man gave them.

“Hey Gen! Look at this cool trinket that guy made.”

Gen gets a devilish smile on his face. Time for the dramatics.

“Oh my sweet S/O! What guy?”

“Oh I don’t remember his name, I’ll have to ask later. Oh we should put this as a decoration in our house when the world is restored.”

Gen snickers as he watches the guy stand there in shock and awe. Senku deadpans and looks looks at Gen.

“I thought you were supposed to be the morale booster.”

———

Chrome is very protective of S/O. The relationship is fairly new after all. It took ages of him giving them cool things as gifts to try and profess his love before FINALLY getting over himself and asking them out directly. Nothing really changes between them once they’re dating though, neither of them are ready to amp up the PDA just yet. The only people that really know about the relationship are Senku and Kohaku, they were the ones that helped him think of a way to tell S/O in the first place. So giving the limited amount of people who know about them, obviously someone will try to get with S/O at some point. In comes Magma. S/O needed help with some heavy lifting and Kohaku was off with Chrome busy with something else. Imagine their surprise to find that when they come back, Magma is flexing and boosting himself in front of S/O as they work.

“YEAH. BET YOU’RE NOT USED TO SEEING STRONG GUYS LIKE ME AT WORK. GET A GOOD LOOK.”

Kohaku is ready to jump into action and scold Magma, but stops when she realizes Chrome isn’t reacting.

“We need to stop him before he makes S/O too uncomfortable- huh?”

“I don’t even think S/O knows he’s there.”

“Oh.”

Chrome chuckles sheepishly and rubs the back of his head when S/O turns and notices them standing there. The jump up, running over to greet them excitedly, leaving Magma staring in confusion.

“You guys are back! Did you bring me anything cool back, Chrome?”

Chrome shoots a smug smirk at Magma before looking back to his S/O.

“Yeah! Check out this bad mineral I found.”

——

Tsukasa’s S/O is never too far away from him. They were the first person he revived when he gained control of the cave and have been at his side since. Most would see this and immediately understand that they have a deep bond with Tsukasa, but it seems sense is lost on some people. Some people being Yo. He decides that to get to the top, maybe be could suck up to Tsukasa’s right hand. No biggie! He walks up while S/O is taking a break from their sparring match with Nikki, and strikes up a conversation. He lays on the flirting pretty thick. Nikki is about to confront Yo but pauses when she notices Tsukasa and Hyoga walking up, most likely to join in training.

Hyoga raises an eyebrow at the scene before them before looking over at Tsukasa, who has the same stoic expression as he usually does.

“Well. Are you going to do something? Or would you like me to handle it.”

Tsukasa just chuckles.

“No, it’s fine.”

S/O who was staring at Yo a bit confused at what he was rambling about, turns their attention to Tsukasa behind him. Their expression immediately turns joyful.

Yo smirks, thinking S/O is on the same page as him, but is left dumbfounded when S/O jogs past him to talk to Tsukasa, smiling brightly as they look up at him.

“Tsu, you have to see the new move I came up with. I was teaching it to Nikki.”

Tsukasa smiles down at them warmly, placing a hand on their head.

“Yes, you’ll certainly have to show me.”

Nikki shakes her head before bopping Yo on the head.

“Are you really that stupid? Flirting with Tsukasa’s lover like that??”

“I DID WHAT?”

——

Ryusui is incredibly open with his affections for his S/O, so it’s damn near impossible to NOT know they’re together. So naturally it’s someone they don’t know! After the events on Treasure Island everyone is trying to calm down and work on repairing the Perseus, so Ryusui and his S/O don’t see each other much outside of sleeping in bed together. So imagine his surprise when he hears from Minami that one of the locals is looking to court his S/O. Initially he’s a bit serious, but then he laughs as Minami stands there shocked.

“HAHAHA. Clearly you don’t know anything about my partner.”

Minami blinks before following him to look over the railing over the Perseus, looking down at the beach where S/O was. A couple suitors stood by, looking to help with their task.

“Naturally people would be drawn to someone as great as my partner. WHO WOULDN’T? But S/O won’t budge.”

Minami looks on as S/O smiles and thanks the men for their help.

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah they’re just being friendly.”

He looks down at S/O a bit exasperated.

“I asked them out multiple times and they thought I was joking. I bought them three luxury cars and they said I was too generous of a FRIEND. It took two romantic boat rides for them to realize I wanted to date them.”

Minami looks at him dumbfounded.

“THERE’S NO WAY.”

——

Now you’d have to be pretty stupid to even think of flirting with Hyoga’s S/O. That, or it’s someone who simply doesn’t care. Like Moz. He doesn’t care if they’re with Hyoga. If Hyoga likes them then that must mean he thinks they’re “proper”, which means they must be strong. That’s exactly Moz’s type. He has no shame in flirting with them once he’s a part of the Kingdom of Science. Though he knows better than to do it in front of Hyoga, not yet at least. However, Hyoga is well aware of Moz’s interest in his S/O and honestly, had his S/O expressed any discomfort, he’d have immediately put an end to it. But he knows them. He knows that they don’t care a bit about Moz’s flirting because they don’t even realize he’s flirting. Which is why he looks on as Moz once again preys after his S/O.

“You know S/O, I like the feisty ones. The strong ones like you. You’re just my type.”

“Really? Oh then maybe we can find someone like me for you.”

Moz smirks, thinking S/O is being coy, but then his smirk drops when he realizes they’re being dead serious.

Hyoga puts a hand on Moz’s shoulder, his grip tight.

“As you can see Moz, S/O is a bit dense. I can guarantee you that they have no clue of your intentions.”

Moz blinks, then looks at Hyoga with a small smirk.

“Then how did a stiff like you manage to do it.”

“A secret only S/O and I will know.”

#dr stone #dcst brainrot #tsukasa shishio #tsukasa x reader #ukyo saionji #ukyo x reader #dcst chrome #chrome x reader #nanami ryusui #ryusui x reader #gen asagiri #gen x reader #hyoga akatsuki #hyoga x reader

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miketendo-64 · 1 year ago

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demie90s · 2 months ago

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Soft Launch

Natasha Cloud x fem!reader

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Pairing: Natasha Cloud x fem!reader (married)

Summary: Natasha Cloud is bold on court, loud on social, but private where it matters. You? You’re the reason. A med student, wife, and walking mystery, you stay off the radar—until one quiet moment after a game makes the whole league lose its mind.

Genre: Hidden relationship, soft domesticity, quiet power

Warnings: Light suggestiveness, deep yearning, emotional intimacy

Word Count: ~ 0.4k

Natasha didn’t talk about you much.

Not because she was hiding you—she just didn’t feel the need to explain. You weren’t a secret. You were sacred. And anyone who mattered already knew where she went after every game. Straight home. To you.

They asked sometimes. Her teammates, the press, fans on Twitter. “What’s your type, Tasha?” She’d shrug. Smile. “Handled.”

You watched the games when you could. Usually from the back of a call room, a lecture hall, or the breakroom TV on mute. You were in your third year—med school had you by the throat. Scrubs, tired eyes, protein bars, and saved lives. But you always made time when it counted.

The night of the playoff clincher, you showed up late. Trench coat over navy blue scrubs, stethoscope still in your coat pocket, bun slicked back clean. You weren’t trying to make a scene. You just didn’t care enough to change. And that was exactly why heads turned.

You walked in like you had somewhere better to be. Confident. Still. The kind of beauty that made people pause before asking questions. And Natasha? She didn’t even look at the scoreboard when she saw you. She just beelined straight through the chaos.

Didn’t wave. Didn’t shout.

Just walked right up, grabbed your face like she was starving, and kissed your forehead like a prayer. Right there, mid-arena.

You barely smiled, but your hand slid up to her jaw and held it for a second too long. Then you whispered, “You played smart. You kept your hips low. I’m impressed.”

She looked like she could melt on the spot. Someone in the front row caught it. The photo hit socials in twenty minutes. Captionless. But it didn’t matter. WNBA Twitter exploded.

“WHO IS THAT.”

“I thought she was a trainer. SHE A WIFE??”

“no cause natasha got a doctor wife and didn’t even brag??”

“She kissed her like she already signed the life insurance papers.”

You read the tweets on the ride home, one leg crossed over the other, phone lighting up in your lap. Natasha was driving, still sweaty, still amped, glancing at you every few minutes like she couldn’t believe she got to take you home.

You didn’t say much until she parked. Then you turned to her, leaned across the console, and murmured, “I know they’re loud right now, but let ’em scream.”

She blinked. “You sure?”

You kissed her slow, then licked her lip once before you pulled away. “I’m in med school, babe. I handle pressure for a living.”

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pompillar · 1 month ago

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So, that little Taiga and Jiro favouritism series you've got going on so far... I kinda desperately wanna see Towa or Rui... 👉👈

You can ignore for as long as you want and not even do it if you wish, but if you you've got my entire fucking heart for a week ❤️

Aaaaaaaaaa okay okay, I'm gonna have to go with Rui bc the new episode made me wanna hold him like a baby...

So you slipped up and told the biggest blabbermouth that Rui is your favorite ghoul. Now all of Darkwick knows your favorite...

Jin - He thinks you're a disaster of a human. You picked the ghoul cursed to kill whoever he touches? You're serious? Are you trying to be more tragic? Insanely jealous. At least he can actually touch you idiot...

Tohma - *sigh* you are once again making Tohma concerned for your well being. Tells you to avoid skin to skin contact at the very least if he can't persuade you to find a different favorite. Didn't expect you to be into shameless flirts like that.

Lucas - Remembers who he is briefly. And is a little worried because he knows that type of guy. That they tend to be interested for a while and then leave when they get what they wanted. Warns you and you instantly stand up for Rui, explaining what he's actually like. Luca is satisfied with your answer but that doesn't mean he's not a little jealous.

Kaito - as we all have come to find out it's screeching and whining first and foremost. But with this one he actually finds the courage to go ask Rui for rizz lessons. To which Rui politely tells him you don't need rizz, you need therapy... Kaito is really tired of you hanging out with the culprits for the one eyed sleeping beauty murder please get less dangerous friends.

Alan - Give Alan a minute to remember him. Oh. Oh Mizuki? The flirty blond with the bar? He's a little confused about how that's your favorite guy. But he's also not the type to judge people he doesn't know. So he's just internally trying to decide how this makes him feel.

Sho - Well shit senpai you just had to say you wanted someone flirtier. He can amp it up for you if you want. To be honest he knows next to nothing about Rui other than surface stuff. Is definitely over confident that he can change your mind.

Leo - Who? Ah. Okay~ He sees your type. Lol, you're so easy. Just a bit of basic flirting is all it takes? Man you can't get more pathetic. Doing his damn research the second he's alone to see what he can dig up on Rui. Is the worst one to let know your favorites I'm gonna be honest.

Haru - Oh come ON. Sure his pal is great and all but he's also a shameless flirt! Can't even find a peekaboo related excuse for this one. He's going to try and be at the bar whenever you're helping out from now on. Just to make sure Rui is being... Well ya know appropriate with you!

Towa - Dandelion... Do you want him to raze obscuary to the ground? Because he will. Don't play games with him. He's serious. His plants are way better than those weird ones anyway. Don't tell him whenever you're going to see Rui.

Ren - Who gives a shit? Ren doesn't care. You think he cares that you're falling all over a flirty pretty boy from Tokyo? Whatever! Maybe he should start suggesting basic ass romance movies for you. You better not skip out on helping him at jabberwock for that guy!

Taiga - Oh? You really like danger kitty cat. You hang out with him, with the chainsaw guy, with the guy who literally kills people he touches. You must have a thing for being in danger. Well that's fine, just know his torture chair is always open for you. (why is he saying you hang out with him and Jiro when you rarely do???)

Romeo - Mickey? Mickey is your favorite? The one who talks like a metrosexual playboy and mixes anomalous cocktails for fun? Okay it's not the worst choice but he's still judging your taste... As in he's calling your taste cheap. Don't tell Rui he said that. He wants to keep drinking there.

Ritsu - Similar to Taiga, thinks you're a danger magnet and he needs to write up some contracts and in worst case scenarios a last will and testament for you. Just in case! It doesn't hurt to be prepared! Why are you walking away? Hey come back!

Subaru - I honestly don't know how Subaru would feel about Rui personally but he's still very much putting on the pitiful face. Very I'm sorry I shouldn't make you feel bad. He's looking like you just crushed his hopes and dreams and he knows that he shouldn't do that to you but he can't help it. (He can)

Haku - Makes a joke about having to step up his game. Definitely a little salty that you picked Rui over him. They have such a similar personality princess are you sure you aren't projecting? He knows people jokingly call them twins did you mix them up?

Zenji - ugh Zenji is so nice to everyone and I'm sure he thinks Rui is a great person. But in regards to his behavior it's like Haku 2.0 for him. Will follow you around more to make comments about how improper his comments are. Chaperone extreme.

Edward - He can't blame you, Rui is great. He'd be in a horrible mess without him. Though he does still wonder out loud if you need a more physical relationship, he'd be willing to help you with that. Please tell this man to go choke.

Lyca - The gigolo? You're really actually saying that to him? Please don't be joking with him like that. He's annoyed to say the least and jealous oh so much. Turns his nose up whenever you get excited by seeing Rui.

Yuri - This revelation is not good for his health. Yes his health. Because he's going to be more concerned about your well-being the more you hang out with that reaper cursed ghoul. He's a walking hazard sign and you clearly love the colors of it. Please stop worrying your doctor like this.

Jiro - Hmm. Okay. Not his problem, just reminds you during all check ups to avoid touching Rui. Also asks you to bring the anomalous plant samples to them if you're going to be hanging out over there so much.

Rui - Wait really? Oh he's jumping for joy. He's your favorite ghoul? Aw cutie you just made his day. He wishes he could hug you but he'll just blow you a kiss instead. He's definitely gonna gloat about this with his regulars/friends. Much to Romeo and Haru's annoyance.

Anyway anon, hand it over. 🫴🏻 I get your entire heart for a week right? Don't worry it's just going on a week long spa trip. I will treat it the same way Rui would treat MCs heart. ❤️🤲🏻

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kots-kots · 6 months ago

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monster high au ~ vento aureo/golden wind

BUCCIARATI’S TEAM!!!

I imagine the Bucci squad holds a place somewhere around the middle in the popularity ranking but they’re quite admired, holding a decent reputation and at most being a bit intimidating to others but ummm yah :3

Bucciarati - He’s a frankenmonster with zippers instead of stitches!!! He can dismember himself partially or entirely like how he does in canon and use his limbs for long ranged attacks LOL

I was thinking he could be a class representative or the captain of the soccer team, being a year or two older than the rest of his group but being the same age as Abbacchio

Abbacchio - he’s a mix of a wraith and an algea, spirits of sorrow and misery—his kind particularly being born from regret and survivor’s guilt. He has the power of of psychometry so he can replay memories off the things around him. He can also share these ‘visions’ to those around him.

Abba is like. Super emo/gothic even for monsters LOL

He has a naturally pale complexion and just amps up the gauntness by a tenfold LOL

Bruno is his closest friend and they have matching tops >_< he also plays soccer me thinks….

Giorno - he’s a vampire/fairy!!! He’s a pretty boy basically LOL, the youngest in the group and also the most glittery

He has matching eyeshadow with Fugo

The dust from his wings can kinda accelerate life around you??? If that makes sense??? Like how Bruno perceived life at an extremely fast rate but his body didn’t??? His wings have that effect if u inhale it

Sameish powers from canon me thinks

Fugo - He’s a bunny cuz he’s canonically said to look soft and sweet but his temper…. Oooo mama people are getting RUSTIC out here 😭

He has part plant monster in him which can make him release poisonous spores through seed buds—they’re incredibly dangerous and much like Purple Haze in canon >_<

Narancia - he’s a spectre!! Cuz he’s.. a spectator ahahaha.. hahah… get it

His eye can pop out at will and float around to locations farther than his body for reconnaissance and scouting. He is still very much the ‘eye’ of the team. He’s apart of the dance club and is a pole vaulter for the track team 😭😭😭😭

BECAUSE OF HIS EYE ABILITY HE KNOWS TOO MUCH. This makes him and Mista the biggest gossips in school 😭 SPEAKING OF MISTAM

Mista is a harpy!!! He can use his feathers like bullets (kinda like Hawks from MHA in the sense he can control them individually)

I was thinking the Sex Pistols could be pixies or some small creatures Mista befriended LOL

I don’t have a species for Trish yet but she’s there 😿😿

I was also thinking they could high key be a band like. Torture dance… and Abba literally looks like he can play the keytar LOL + Trish is a singer!!! It’d be neat me thinks

also a doodle comic >_< kinda just Terence and vanilla’s dynamic explained

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba monster high #jjba au #monster high au #golden wind #vento aureo #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #giorno giovanna #fugo pannacotta #narancia ghirga #guido mista #trish una #terence d’arby #vanilla ice

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sourbites · 8 months ago

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Can I request a Kirk smut!! Friends to lovers kinda thing. For instance yall are smoking weed at your place and feeling a bit insecure about still being single and he makes a move on you???

Can't Tell You Why

thank you for the request! this was a lot of fun to write. i chose to write this imagining early 80s kirk, just to really amp up that clumsy love that friends share. hope you enjoy :)

The tip of the joint crackles, embers glowing as you coax smoke down into your lungs. The atmosphere in your bedroom is thick, smogged with smoke and giggles. There's soft rock playing in the background — some band Kirk chose.

"You're avoiding the question," He laughs, all love-me-tender brown eyes and crooked white teeth. You're both having fun, he's teasing you, you're teasing him. But still, you hesitate, exhaling smoke from your nose thoughtfully.

"I don't know," You wipe one hand on the front of your jeans. "I've only done it, like, once. Wasn't that fun, either— we were in this tiny car, and there was so much bumping around."

You twist on your bed, leaning up against the wall. Kirk moves, too, leaning his weight on a hand. "Once?" He repeats, surprised.

"What's that supposed to mean? You think I've been around?" You laugh, although there's some discomfort at his reaction lurking around in your mind. His mortification catches up with him two beats later. Eyes wide, laughing nervously along with you.

"I didn't mean it like that," Kirk exhales, smoke floating and swirling around the both of you. It hazes everything up: the light from your lamps scatter differently. Shadows look hesitant. He mulls over how to explain himself, self-conscious as he adjusts his position again. "I— I just meant, that you," He swipes a hand over his face, groaning in embarrassment through those hesitant chuckles. "You're smart, and— and real pretty. And charming enough to get anyone you'd want, so— I dunno, I mean, I'd..." He trails off. He speaks unintelligible nonsense for a few moments, before trying again. "You get what I mean." He concludes.

"Do I?" You take the joint from him. Something within you makes you feel sick with a feeling you wouldn't like to meet.

Kirk, ever the conversationalist, gives you an eye-roll. "So who was he, anyway?" He gestures to you, his index and middle finger steadying the shrinking joint.

You shrug. "Just a friend of a friend. I already told you."

He didn't say anything after that. Just hid behind his curly bangs, working his fingers into your bedsheets. Honestly, you're unsure why you even entertained this conversation. It's not like you'd find camaraderie within Kirk, not these days— tons of women want his attention. They want to taste his plump lips, hold his baby face, and kiss the crease between his brows when he frowns. You want to claw this bitter taste from your mouth. Gut the barbed vines in your stomach. As cool as you want to present, it isn't the most brag-worthy thing. Your first and only time being a half-baked hookup in some cramped-ass Ford Pinto? Get out the confetti. Your train of thought became an internal train wreck.

"Well," Kirk begins to roll another. "Where would you rather it happened?" Just briefly, his brown eyes glance up at your face to read your expression.

"Where else could it happen?" You ask no one in particular, voice hushed and ironically smoky in your fogged-up bedroom. You hum thoughtfully, picking at the thin rolling papers sprawled out on your bed. "Is it boring if I say a bed? Nothing else I can think of sounds appealing."

For some reason, you're allowed first drags. Pouring over you, Kirk lights the fresh joint between your lips. "Not boring at all. It's a classic for a reason, real nice when it's done right." He speaks easily, shrugging slightly. He's trying to soothe you. His smile makes your insides twist— and you enjoy it, in some macabre way. Teeth vibrantly white against warm lamplight and fuzzy shadows and black curls. You want to eat his mouth.

"Right." You sigh. Smoke billows from your parted lips. "I suppose you have? Done it right?" You're not sure why you ask that. You just want something to say. Preferably not about your (totally lacking) sex life.

Finally, it's Kirk's turn to bristle hesitantly. Easing his nerves, you pass him the joint.

"I've had some good nights, yeah." His answer is guarded. Your eyes glitter. What's he hiding? You nudge his side with your knuckles.

"But...?" You invite.

Kirk watches you for a moment or two, concluding you won't let this go. "But," He echoes, nudging you back. "I wouldn't say I've done it right."

"Why not?" You lean in. Drinking up the smoke that rolls off of him. You can smell him in the air, too, smoke-smouldering something spicy and musky.

He tilts his head to see you better. "Can't tell you," He whispers, grinning, wholly contradicting the inviting way his body slants to indulge you.

"Kiiiiirk."

Sigh. He's giving you the eyes. The eyes. Round and big, brown eyes so sparkly that they disarm anyone he's gazing at. You lean to him, attentive as a statue. You could soak him up if you wanted to; you're that close. Discarded smoke, already exhaled with all that high-inducing goodness soaked up, swirls around the both of you, murky white tendrils making you want to sway with them, beckoning you to move. Speak. Breathe. Live.

"Ideally," He shifts again, wanting to reshuffle his atoms. "Ideally, it'd be a bed..." A warm palm brushes your wrist and sneaks the joint from your fingers. "With you..." Your heart pauses. You stare at him, bewildered. "And me..."

What. The. Fuck.

Kirk takes your silence as a sign you want him to keep going. One hand cups your cheek, so tenderly you're tricked into thinking you're made from glass. "C'mon. How many more hints do I need to drop?" He coos at you before taking a much-needed drag of the joint to ease his own racing heart.

The funny thing is, you've hoarded his name in your throat for months. You didn't realise he had been holding his own breath for you.

Why? Out of everyone— you?

Kirk runs his tongue over his teeth, getting antsy. Softly urging you, he brushes the pad of his thumb along your lower lip while you just stare at him, amazed. You watch him from beneath your eyelashes as if he hung the stars in the sky. It comes again: the longing. The desire with no name, because no one has yet given you the language to speak it in.

Wordlessly, you draw his hand into yours. "That, um. Sounds nice." You reply, with what limited cohesive brain cells you have left.

Testing the waters, Kirk brushes his lips against yours, his breath mingling with your own. And it's hands down the most intoxicating thing you've ever had— you want to swallow it down in handfuls. Your eyelashes flutter again, and you almost feel drunk. He holds your cheek with clumsy, gentle fingers. He puts a heat in you that you didn't think was possible. And it feels so unfathomably perfect to feel wanted.

It's slow. Gently, you gravitate towards Kirk as if you're floating. Your mouths connect with a little more certainty this time. He laughs softly against your mouth. There is no better taste than that, you decide. Someone's honeyed laugh on your tongue. You're dizzy— should you feel dizzy? You want this feeling to stay.

Restless, he abandons the joint in the ashtray. With both hands in use, they swipe over your back, worship your thighs by the handfuls, winding and sewing roots in your hair.

"Can I take care of you?" Kirk whispers into the edge of your face, right underneath your chin. His mouth- wet and wanting, marks the uncharted territory of the soft underside of your face with a slow, hot kiss that ripples through you, reshaping you into something with an emptiness that's hurting to be filled. His tongue is laving wet and dripping with eagerness, building a taste for your skin as it glosses his spit down your throat. He tilts in to suck below your ear.

"Fuck, Kirk. Yeah— yes." You stumble out, nodding, your hips squirming in their cage of your jeans. You sweep your aching palms along his back, mussing his curls. He tucks your earlobe between his teeth, grazing the bluntness of his front teeth slowly along your skin. His breath sends chills down your spine. He grinds both hands beneath the waistband of your jeans, reading your mind.

He's aching to get a taste of you. The softness of your inner thighs swath around his head, dark curls rasping against your skin. His hot mouth is drinking you up through your panties, nosing into your pelvis. He wants to breathe as many 'I love you's' as he can into your skin, he wants to rake his tongue against your slit, lick your cunt open. Kirk can tell you're soaked— arousal drooling through the fabric that covers you, teasing him with the cock-hardening punch of girl flavour that he loves so much, seeping along the edge of his mouth.

Your underwear is thumbed off, his face shoved right into your cunt, and yet you still want to steer him by the shoulders and pull him closer. He takes slow, indulgent sucks on your quickly throbbing clit, that snowball into big, broad licks, tongue flat and mopping up your slick from bottom to top. He sinks two fingers into you, each pump straight down to the knuckle, creating crude squelching noises with the purest, stickiest arousal simmering within you. It's all burning hot, hot, hot.

Kirk swoops down again, filling his starving mouth with what he thirsts for: your leaking pussy. His cute nose is smooshed against your pelvic bone, and every dirty lap of his searing tongue forces your hips to scatter restlessly and yanks a whine from your throat. He's wild and heartache and sin, and it leaves you reeling from his every touch, every curl of his fingers and every relentless, starved suck of your clit, until his cheeks hollow.

"Can't believe I went so long without this," He groans with lusty delight, releasing your aching clit with a pornographic, wet pop. He kisses your parted entrance, tips his head down and spits on your slit. Whatever honey-soft brown was left lingering in his baby-love eyes has been devoured by total blackness, glimmering in delight as he watches his work of art, your soaked, spit-slick sex. He goes back in, shoving his parched mouth onto you, sucking in a fold, nipping the other, thumbing at your throbbing, swollen clit. He wants to eat you whole. Every salacious lick of his neverending tongue thunders within you— your cunt, tight and hot and so adored by Kirk's divine mouth, squeezes of arousal building within you until they morph into full-body trembles, your abdomen clenching and un-clenching, taut.

He glances up at you, dark eyes glittering behind his curly bangs, eyeing the heave of your tits with each tremoring breath. He touches you where hands simply cannot. His thick tongue eagerly tastes your heat: flesh, sweetness, salt. His cock is bursting against his too-tight boxers. You roll your hips against his mouth, chasing every lap of his tongue, every brush of his calloused hands. Softly, he becomes endless in you, and the searing pleasure he paints for you becomes explosive. Your volatile hands fist into his hair and yank, grinding down against his pretty face as gasps block your airways. He's drinking your soul - stuffing his mouth with every morsel of your worship-worthy pleasure.

You wail through the orgasm, something deep within you awakened and booming; how you survived him, you don't know. Your cum, sticky and warm, ebbs down Kirk's plump lips, smearing on his chin as he laps you up, thumbs spreading your cunt open to ensure he's licked every part of you clean. Even then, the impish flicks of his tongue do not go unappreciated.

To get him to stop his (wonderfully feeling) assault on your cunt, you peel Kirk away from you, a hand in his hair and your other palming at his shoulder. "How'd," You breathe, stupefied, "How'd you learn to do that?"

Kirk hides behind his curly bangs as if he has the right to get coy after gorging on your pussy so filthily. His teeth, white and charmingly crooked, glitter as he grins flusteredly. He wipes his mouth of spit and slick with the back of his hand. You feel a pang of emptiness without both his hands somewhere on your overheating body. "I, uh, I have a thing for it, I guess."

Great. You sigh, lost for words.

"Can we keep going?" You murmur out, gingerly pressing a warm palm to his worn-soft denim jeans, which are all warped and taut from his hard bulge.

Kirk's hands, all slow tenderness to soothe you, cup your cheeks, fingers sweeping into your hair. He lays a kiss on your lips with his own hungry mouth, kissing away at your senses. "Of course, beautiful."

His bulge swells right beneath your pussy, your orgasm simmering away and dirtying his denim jeans. Handsy with it, he palms off his belt and throws his jeans and boxers somewhere in your room. You let one of your legs fall open while he scoops up the other, forcing your thigh high up his waist, his palm sliding down to grab a handful of your ass. He sinks inside the molten ache of your eaten-raw cunt. He kisses you into oblivion at the sight of his thick cock disappearing within you.

The odd thing is, it all feels so easy. You're choked with the sincerity of the moment. Kirk's hands are devoted worshippers, thumbs stroking along your skin where you tremble, holding you where your thigh and hip meet, cradling you. Weightlessly, and yet with heavy limbs, you lay into the bed. You're full of paradoxes tonight. Light, heavy, friend, lover. They're all the same.

Your hands glide up his taut biceps, sliding down the slope of his back, tracing along muscles and bone. You hook him in, keep him close. Kirk's biting down on his lower lip, his eyes lidded, fluttering at the dreamy feeling of your dripping cunt clenching down on him in searing hot pulses. You shift your hips a little— you can feel his cock smushed into your cervix. Kirk groans low near your ear.

This hot, fulfilling fullness seems to seep deeper and deeper within you, endless. With a hitching breath, Kirk's hips withdraw, taking his body-hot heat with him. Until it pours all over you again in waves, easing your abuse-swollen sex, his thumb dipping down to gather the sopping wetness of your slick, cum, and his drool, and stir it around your puffy clit in full circles. All while he takes you in long, eager strokes, delicious friction causing your hands to skirt around his shoulders, putting a cramping, throbbing, ache in your hips.

You shudder, going tight around him. Kirk presses his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You can feel his baby face, sweet cheeks and plump mouth, those fawn brown eyes of his squeezed shut. Those charming features on a man who is fucking you with so much impeccable spirit that you're surely driven crazy with every rock of his hips, snapping up to wallop into the tenderly sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Every wet sound of his mean cock scraping the velvet insides of your aching cunt draws sobs out from deep within your stuffed-full belly. Your heart feels like a bass pounding in your ears, surrounding you with so much noise, every throbbing thump causing your breaths to shake.

Tangled bodies feel like they're cooking with all the hot friction between them. It smoulders, threatening to ignite— as if the hazy smoke of your social chainsmoking wasn't enough to put you in an awestruck daze. You clench your teeth, scraping your nails up the hollow of Kirk's shoulder blades, your own back arching off the bed, (which he uses as an excuse to get another gropeful of your ass) while he works your throbbing clit even harder. You want to squirm and writhe, but that'd disrupt the gorgeous rhythm of his cock. He drags himself through your wound-tight pussy, sloppy, indescribably thorough whacks of his pelvic bone right on the beginning of your slit.

You forget who's air you're breathing. Or if you're breathing at all.

In carnal screams that scratch up your sore throat, you murmur something akin to more more more don't stop, Kirk. Please. Kirk. His pace stumbles, landing right on his high while you're already curling around him, nails anchored in his skin, cries spilling from your lips. You squeeze around him with so much zeal that Kirk quite literally cannot move for fear of splitting you in two. All epic highs have lows, however: you scrape your hands down, tracing where your cunt oozes out your climaxes, feeling the boiling heat settle down, watching Kirk's glistening cock withdraw from you.

Everything feels suspended. Mid-air, hanging on the edge of something. Maybe it's longing. By some phenomenal stroke of luck (maybe it's your lucky day), the joint you were sharing is still lit. Kirk takes a long drag, exhaling against your clammy, bare skin. His mouth reaches your shoulder, and he kisses it with that pretty, insatiable mouth until you feel faint.

"Fuck," You take the joint he offered to you. Although you're not sure that this moment can get softer and warmer. "That was definitely better than my first time."

Kirk grins at your words, grunting quietly as he lays beside you, guiding your splayed-out hair away from your neck. "Just you wait. That was just a warm-up."

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sibsteria · 6 months ago

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Our lady of sorrows…

Mikey Way x Fem!Reader, Secret!xReader

part two

Warnings/Content: angst, fluff, mentions of abuse, not proofread too much, I think this part is rather lazy with writing so I apologise, part three out soon!

Summary: forgot to mention, this is around 1998-2004 I didn’t wanna put a specific year so I can include a variety of things :) I also don’t want to include things such as Gerard’s alcoholism and drug addiction, personal troubles the boys had, etc. as this is meant to be fiction for fun, any troubles within the story with be fictional and apart of my story. Maybe just maybe Y/n’s ex boyfriend is name dropped in this? Can her and Mikey figure this whole thing out?

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The air that followed was a sting to your skin, a million thoughts a minute, racing against one another. The next step is lost, he remains buried deep inside you, thick swallows and breaths slowing to shallow.

“I’ll uhm-I’m gonna go clean up a little. You wanna take a shower or something?” He slides out and it’s such a bearing feeling, empty, as if he had pulled out the air in your lungs. You fail to notice his hopeful eyes casting down at you when he stood, he was never one with words.

Stupid. Stupid! You are so fucking stupid, Mikey, God. Say something to her….his inner monologue harassing him, desperate to open up his heart.

Yet.

He stood there, mouth dry, head heavy. He was silent, nothing was coming out- something had ripped his voice right from him.

Frustrated and angry at himself, he leaves, a dusty towel from the floor protecting his nudity as he leaves for the bathroom.

Was that it…? Was this a one time thing? Not that you wanted to put that pressure on him but there were no words of comfort or confirmation. Tears bite at your waterline, fighting to escape, no. That’s just embarrassing. The disdain in your heart would never last long- even if your feelings got hurt- your love for him would return right back to how it always was. You couldn’t stop loving him, dreaming of this moment in the past, it was a sure shock to you.

Mikey is fighting with himself in the bathroom, close to tears himself, that’s just embarrassing. Why didn’t he say anything? He knew you were looking at him, watching, waiting for him. Now you probably sat there, confused and most definitely upset. He didn’t want you to think this was nothing because it wasn’t to him, but he just couldn’t say it.

Your throat clenched, you felt like throwing up, and you were sure you weren’t just pulling green.

You had to make a choice, endure this night next to him, lay in darkness. Or do you leave?

He probably wanted you to go, not sparing you a word or a glance, that’s why he’s been gone so long. Just waiting for you to leave.

You begrudgingly make your choice, wiping yourself off with some tissues you found on his nightstand, grabbing your bag and clothes. Thanking above that you still had his shirt on, you slowly crept out, tiptoeing through the silent house. Barefoot at the too of the basement stairs, you knew Gee wouldn’t mind the intrusion, but what’s your reason?

Hey Gee, I fucked your younger brother and can’t bear the awkwardness and heartbreak?

No, that would be for Frankie, later.

You could think about it whilst you tried to sleep, Gee wouldn’t notice you come in.

Still fighting tears, you had manage to creep down into his room, a perfect space for you to slide into bed next to him.

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Okay, he could explain when he came back, right? He would apologise and hold you close, all out of any possible excuse he could use. Yes, that’s the plan.

Partly confident, he left the bathroom, using silent breathing exercises to amp himself up.

He pushed open the door, still hearing the stereo playing, he started to speak.

“Y/n- listen…I-“ His breath catches, you weren’t there?

He swallows his heart down his throat, the thought of you leaving had made it launch up. Was he that bad? Oh god, was it him saying nothing? Had he ruined a sure, good thing he could have had?

Had you left the house, completely?

Biting his lip, he didn’t know what to do, did you have your phone today?

He decided nothing could go wrong if he sent you a message.

Where R U? U Ok? We need 2 talk

He hits send, praying for a reply, it wouldn’t be your fault if you had left it in your house but he hoped that wasn’t the case.

Laying in the dimly lit basement, you hear a chime from your bag, you couldn’t sleep anyways.

You sit up, leaning over the side of the bed, swimming your hand in your bag until you felt something that resembled your phone.

You read the message, oh, he was definitely going to break your heart. We need to talk? This was for sure a one time thing.

You sighed quietly, debating a reply.

Talk tmr, nite

You bit your lip and hit send, you really needed to get some sleep.

Yeah, he deserved that response, he thought in his head. He hoped you were safe, he was sure he would have heard the front door if you left?

He better get some sleep, too.

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You slept decently despite the fact of all that happened, the comfort that Gee could give, even in a non response state, was a great aid to an ailment.

You were shaken awake, met with questions, as expected.

“Hey, sugar? You awake, yet?” Gee shook your arm.

“Yes, I’m god damn awake.” You groan with a mumble and then giggle as he tickles your nose with a strand of your hair.

“What’ya doing here? Thought you were with Mikes last night?” He questioned, not necessarily suspicious of anything at all.

“Snored too much, couldn’t sleep, y’know.” Impeccable acting from you, this wasn’t exactly a lie, he was like a foghorn most nights. This had happened a couple of times, you’d smack him on the arm a couple times before dipping to sleep with Gerard. A believable stunt you thought of late last night.

“Ah, well, guess I’m the lucky one, my future partner will praise me for my lack of snoring.” He beamed, he totally believed what you said.

“Future partner, my ass. You and Frank will live in a dirty apartment with fourteen cats at fifty.” He knocked his shoulder, before yawning.

He hummed in agreement.

“Well, you will be there with us, I see no romance in your life, missy.” He got you there.

“So true it stings.” You half smiled.

“Whatever happened to your old boyfriend? The one from Chi-“ You cut him off at the mention of your ex, the only other person you could say you had been in love with and probably still in love with. You told Gee about him, and just how amazing that relationship had been, gushing and mourning the loss of a great partner. Of course he was the one you had lost your virginity to, both of you together and unsure, learning with each other and it was perfect.

And the worst part was it wasn’t a terrible breakup, it wasn’t your fault you were forced to move state, it wasn’t your fault you broke your cell phone when you got here- losing his number forever. You remember that night more than you wished to.

And the day you left.

You both cried, hugging, refusing to let each other go on moving day, he promised you would always be the last good thing about that part of town. He was your everything. He was sweet and kind, absolutely adorable. God, you did miss him. But there was no way you would see him again, he probably thought you’d stopped talking to him on purpose- that you didn’t want to see him again. Didn’t love him.

That was way off, but there was no chance he would ever come looking for you after that.

“He definitely doesn’t want to see me.” Forlorn and defeated you lean on Gee’s shoulder.

“We could get married at forty? If we are still miserable souls not having found our match?” He sighs.

“Sounds like a plan, we would have to adopt Frank, of course.”

“Oh, it goes without saying.”

You had been indefinitely cheered up as a couple of hours went by. You had to get up and get ready eventually, the boys were coming round for band practise, and then later you were gonna go into this underground dive bar that Frank and you had been to a couple of times before bringing the guys- and they let in under 21s, letting you guys play there a lot of times, too. You secretly thanked yourself for developing a wardrobe box of sorts in Gee’s room, your best clothing piled inside.

You decided to take off Mikey’s shirt, putting on some comfy clean clothes, you had no idea who out of all of you each piece belonged to but it didn’t matter.

Seeing Mikey was playing on your mind, were you ready to face that mess?

You had no choice, you couldn’t let Gee know anything was up, so you had to.

Trailing after your best friend up the stairs, you peek into the living room, Mikey already sat on the couch- zoning out to the TV.

“Mornin’” Gee greets his brother, his ears perking up, immediately looking to see if you were there. His heart stops when he sees you, god, you looked so beautiful- even after everything last night.

“Hi, Y/n.” He waves, trying his chances.

“H-hey.” You avoid his eyes, darting off to the kitchen to get a glass of water, even treating yourself to some ice.

He fucked up, you couldn’t even look at him.

“I’m gonna’ go out and get some snacks later, want anything?” Mikes turned to his brother.

Gerard mumbles a loose list of items, the usual snack run.

You walk back into the room, standing and sipping your glass, well aware of the tension between Mikey and you. You were almost sweating because of how thick the air is, painful.

“Got it. Y/n, will you come with? Could use a hand or two?” Your eyes widen for a moment, you look between him and Gee. Well, fuck, you can’t say no can you?

“Sure, give me a moment to fix my hair.” You still can’t look at him, running to the closest mirror to tie it up with a hair tie you had found, preparing for the worst.

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The walk to the store was silent for a while, neither of you had the guts to speak, until Mikey decides to break it.

He grabs your wrist, ever so gently.

“Y/n. Can we talk?” He doesn’t let go of your wrist, you finally meet his eyes after avoiding it for so long.

“I guess.” You act distant prepared for heartbreak.

“Listen. I know I didn’t say anything last night and I am not gonna’ stand here and make excuses, you don’t deserve that from me. I really don’t know what happened, it’s like I couldn’t speak, nothing would come out. I am so unbelievably sorry if I made you feel like shit, that was not what I wanted, at all.” He wasn’t done but he felt like continuing to ramble an apology would do him worse off, he wanted this to be a conversation.

“Okay…thank you for that. I wasn’t the best either. I left because I thought you didn’t wanna see me, I thought you were waiting for me to leave. Like, when you said nothing and just left, I thought that was it. I guess I just want to know what your feelings are?” You open up, you don’t have the energy to do any less for Mikey.

His feelings? He didn’t even know what they were. He knew he had feelings for you, strong ones. But the definition? No clue at all.

“M-my feelings? Uhm-“ You took a deep breath, here it comes, “I really don’t know, I wish I did. I have feelings for you…I do, really. I just don’t know where we take this from here? I don’t do relationships, I never have, I don’t know where to start, but I know I want you, somehow.” That wasn’t too bad. “I think you are so beautiful and obviously I see you as one of my best friends-“ He is starting to lose you with that.

“Think of it this way. Do you want to date me? Do you want to fuck me? Anything like that springing to mind?” He winces at the word fuck.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Think about it and get back to me. Could I do one last thing?” You don’t know what possesses you, or where you found the courage for this, but it’s better now than never. You would give him something to think about.

“Sure…anything.” Mikey fixes his glasses, as you take a step closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” Your heart stammers, if this is goodbye to it all, then you want one last kiss.

Mikey doesn’t reply with words, he just nods, his ears turning pink.

You swallow your nerves, cupping his face before bringing him down to meet your lips with his, somehow all your nerves melted away.

The sensation of him kissing you makes you lighter than air, you hope this isn’t goodbye and that he has the sense to love you.

Mikey starts kissing back harder but you pull away, if he wants to kiss you again, he knows the decisions he has to make.

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Band practise was in full swing, switching from written originals to winged pieces from Iron Maiden, to just pure chaotic screaming and noise.

You stood in for the drummer most practises, unable to find one that would stay for long, you didn’t want the spotlight in your life but that didn’t mean you would let your friends fail. If you had to be the drummer indefinitely, you would, for them.

“Can we take a break? I am dying for a cigarette….” Frank huffs, stretching out his back.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll take ten.” Gee waves him off, leaving the room, presumably to wet his windpipes after some decent screaming.

“You are so locked in, Y/n, this is a sick as fuck practise, today.” Frank compliments, mumbling half through his cigarette as he lights it.

“Why thank you, Frankenstein, trying my best as always.” You got the hang of perfecting a drumstick spin, adding one to the end of your sentence letting it spin between your fingers.

I wonder what had you so drum happy today? Small, stolen glances during your haphazard set between you and Mikey had you blushing, easily hidden by the violent act of drumming making you red in the face. Could that be why? The awkwardness had slowly melted away during the day, just leaving a sense of nervousness.

You decide you had to eat something, having gone without all day. You grab what you could guess was a blueberry muffin from the counter, that would do.

You sit on the couch, Frank across from you on a chair and Mikey sat on the floor near the drum kit.

There’s a weird look on Frank’s face, one you can’t quite make sense of, you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Enjoying your muffin?” He stifles a giggle, what in the world was he playing at?

“Yes…why?” You question, slowly.

“That’s not important- What does that muffin taste like?” He hums, tilting his head.

“Um….blueberry?” You roll your eyes, weirdo.

“And?” He bites his lip.

“And what? Blueberry, that’s it.” You stop eating, confused at what he was playing at.

“And…” He drags out his word, raising his eyebrows at you, it dawns on you. Not again.

“DID YOU FUCKING LICK THIS?” You scream, jaw dropping.

“Like a LOLLIPOP!” He cackles, dodging the muffin that flew at him, you grunt, tackling him off the chair.

“You little freak- swear I’m gonna-“ Mikey silently chuckles, covering his mouth in the corner as you attempt to smack him in the head, tousling on the floor.

“Hey! Knock it off!” Ray runs in, having followed Gee, he snatches his guitar off the floor as it is dangerously close to getting kicked.

“Thank you, Ray. She’s, crazy!” Frank is heaving, still dodging your hits

“Sorry, Ray, he licked my fucking food, again.” You growl.

“Oh, never mind, please yourself then.” Ray shrugs.

“Ha!” You scream down Frank’s ear.

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You stare at yourself in the mirror, was this too much? Not enough?

You had actually done something with your hair, it sat in perfect, teased curls, having used an ancient curling iron Gerard had found.

A dress you had been saving for a special occasion, hugs you perfectly- a lovely mix between grunge and gorgeous. Some would say ruined- you would say improved by fishnets and your docs- comfort over classy. Picking up Frank’s old leather jacket, that he had bought to be a baggy item, was just as baggy on you. You let the jackets shoulder slide down resting on your upper arm, like a shawl or sorts.

You took more time on your makeup, going a little more out than you normally would, even you could admit shyly to yourself you looked kinda good. Heavy eyeliner, all smoked out and big, not like the usual under eye- it makes you wanna put this effort in again. You finish it off with a black lip, not the usual red-purple that stained your lips for days. You fix your piercings that were a little crooked, putting some cooler earrings in too.

You do a final look, dusting off your clothes and spraying some sweet perfume to mask the smell of the Way’s.

You hear the door to Gerard’s bedroom creak open, you turn your head to find Ray.

“Oh, sorry Y/n-“ He smiles when he sees you. “You look really beautiful, y’know.” He nods toward you. You laugh a little.

“I think for once I can say I do look a little pretty today.”

“I don’t mean just now either, you are beautiful, and I know you don’t see it.” Your heart tugs itself, trust Ray to make everything feel better.

“Thank you, means a lot to me, Toro.” You avoid his eyes to avoid crying and ruining your makeup.

“I think you are missing something, though.” You raise your brow at him.

“What might that be.”

Ray looks around the room, a bouquet of artificial black roses stood in a vase, he immediately goes up to them. Picking one up, he finds some scissors and cuts the stem close to the head so just the flower head and a bit of stem is left. He grabs a few of your bobby pins he found near your makeup before pinning it into your hair.

“Now it’s all together.” He fixes a few fly-away hairs, like a dad or a brother would on prom night.

“It looks perfect, why didn’t I think of that?”

“Make sure to turn some heads.”

“I will.”

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“I heard there’s a new band playing tonight, their turn in the hot seat.” Frank muses, all of you stood around in the Way living room, still waiting on Mikey.

“I love it when a new band comes along, like seeing how they play and what drum techniques different people use.” You shrug.

“Well, they aren’t better than us, that’s guaranteed, which is why we have a half an hour set after them.” Frank tells his little secret and all of your groan a little.

“C’mon, I thought we were getting fucked up tonight? You remember what happened last time we were hammered.” You cringe at the memory of Frank falling into your drums and ruining the whole performance after breaking the snare.

“We are going to control ourselves, have a couple of drinks, and thennnnnn- afterwards we can let hell loose?” He proposes, like it was his plan all along.

“Fine.” You smile, the rest of the band in agreement. You can start to hear Mikey’s footsteps coming closer and closer to the room, you do a quick pat down when no one was looking making sure there was nothing stuck on you.

He uses the entrance behind you, announcing himself.

Mikey’s world turns in slow motion as you turn around, meeting his eyes, you looked more breathtaking than ever.

He wished it was his jacket you were wearing, not Frank’s, but he doesn’t want to rush this.

“Don’t she look drop dead gorgeous?” Gerard hums to Mikey, all he can do is nod and stare, pushing back his thoughts and wants- the ones screaming kiss her.

For now, he would have to behave himself.

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Ray never drank too much anyway, a glass or two for night and due to Frank putting you down for a performance you decided to bring the van to use your own instruments- all except your drums- that was too much effort- so Ray would be the casually designated driver.

The drive there was fun, cigarette smoke slipping through the open windows whilst hard rock and the occasional ballad (definitely not Frank’s mix) blared through the speakers.

You saw the entertainment sign as you neared.

Tonight at ‘Puzzles’:

Introducing-

Fall Out Boy !

(appearances from My Chemical Romance)

Cool name, but not as cool as yours, you had thought. Your exes band didn’t even have a name when you had left them, it wouldn’t be them, surely. Although the thought always played on your mind- one day would they find their way here?

You parked round the back like always, opting to leave your stuff in the van.

You walked into the bar and everything was in full swing, just how it always was, The dirty floor, the sound of smashing bottles from behind the bar, the music playing heavy through the speakers and an abundance of drunken laughter.

The band wasn’t on yet, you hadn’t missed the opportunity to judge them, deciding to grab a drink you yanked Frank by the hand to join you.

“Hey, Y/n! Frank, what’s up, man!” The bartender bro bumps Frank before giving you a friendly wink and a smile.

“Hey, Ted, bud.” You wave, he automatically points to the cheapest bottles beer and you both nod in amusement.

Your coins clink together as you lay them down on the bar, paying for yours and Frank’s, he would get the next one anyways.

“Thanks, hun.” Frank cheers’ you, before you both bring the bottles to your lips, chugging half.

The rest of the guys join you shortly after, creating a messy semi circle near the bar.

“I know we said go easy but…shots?” Gerard’s eyes sparkle mischievously, you all cave immediately.

“I’m in.” Mikey.

“Fine, you’re paying.” Frank.

“I can’t say no.” You.

“I’ll just take a beer.” Ray, smart.

The shots are poured and you all clink them and table tap them before knocking them back.

You put your shot glasses back on the table before someone taps on your shoulder.

It couldn’t be the guys as you’re facing them, and you don’t really know anyone else so who would that be?

You spin around with a confused look on your face, your eyes widening as you see who tapped you.

“Pete! What the hell, man, What are you doing here?” You are pulled in for a hug, god, you missed him- your old best friend. Did he bring him? Was Pete on his own?

The guys give you a confused look, you wave them with your hand- you would explain later.

“Hey, Y/n- actually, we are play-“ He was cut off by the stage microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen! New here tonight and ready to play for you all- I want you to give a wild, Jersey, welcome to Fall Out Boy!” The new band is called to the stage. The crowd murmurs a little giving a cheer.

“We are here to play!” Pete beams, gauging your reaction. Your face drops, you can’t swallow, he can’t be here on his own. That must mean-

“See you after the set, Y/n. Somehow I just knew you would be here.” Pete bids you goodbye, heading to the stage.

You watch as they all pick up their instruments.

You run to stand in between Gee and Mikey.

“He’s here.” You whisper in Gee’s ear, he gives you wide eyes, knowing exactly who you mean.

First there’s Andy, heading to the drums- you remember when he first let you on his kit- you fell in love with them. He gave you pointers and helped you fuel your love for them more throughout the years.

Joe, sweet old Joe. The laughter filled afternoons, where you sat around trying to throw candy in each other’s mouths.

Pete, your old best friend, the tears shared and times you spent together never seemed to leave your mind.

And then…

Patrick.

He looks good, so good. You hadn’t seen him since moving day, the day you left Illinois.

Damn it.

You watch with awe, as he shyly introduces themselves again, picking up his guitar. You can’t draw your eyes away from him.

You don’t notice how Mikey looks at you, do you know this band?

“Uhm, so there’s someone here in Jersey, who I- we lost a long time ago- a lot of these songs we wrote about her. I hope to see her whilst I’m here. This is- Grand Theft Autumn!” Could he be talking about you?

Before Patrick starts singing, Pete whispers in his ear and his eyes widen. He must know your here now.

The pressure is on.

“Where is your boy, tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.”

“Maybe he won’t find out what I know.”

He sounds amazing as ever, you can’t help but smile.

“You were the last good thing about this of town.”

You gasp as he sings with full chest, the last thing he ever said to you before you left Chicago.

Tears brim your eyes, he must think about you too.

The band is in full motion, Patrick’s eyes searching the crowd, you know he is looking for you. Are you ready to face him? After all these years?

You realise shortly you will have to play in front of him, show him what your band is made of.

What about Mikey?

You start the ponder the unresolved feelings, snatched away from you in Chicago. The new blooming feelings in Jersey.

You can’t stop staring at Patrick, the way the stage lights hit his face, all your feelings swarming inside the hive that is your stomach.

“I need another round.” You mumble in Frank’s ear, he grabs you and pushes you up to the bar ordering four more beers, two for you and two for him.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but something is clearly fucking with you.” Frank half smiles, paying for the drinks.

“I fear the truth would break you, my love.” You laugh, feigning a sadness.

“Try me.” He ponders at you, you debate to tell him the situation.

On one hand, Frank would never tell anyone if you told him to stay quiet. On the other hand- ah, screw it.

“I fucked Mikey-“ Frank’s mouth drops open, like you just shot a dog in front of him, “mm not done, babe. My ex is up there and I am for sure still in love with him-“ Frank just stares, wide eyed, “and I’m in love with Mikey.”

“What the fuck.”

“I know-“

“You fucked Mikey?”

“Yeah, last night and-“

“Dude!”

“What!”

“I always thought it would be Gerard.”

“Shut up, you did not.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“He is like a damn brother to me!”

“Yeah, now he is.” Frank snorts, dodging a smack from you as you giggle at him.

“Rude!”

“So what’s the deal with your ex? The band actually play pretty good so, before I praise them on their skills I’d like to know if I should punch anyone or not?”

“I haven’t spoke. to Patrick for like, three years. I broke my phone when I got to Jersey and it had all my numbers in. Thought he’d be angry and forget about me, turns out, half their set is about me. He might still be angry at me- for thinking I just stopped talking to him. Oh, god, do you think he is here to yell at me?” You hold your temple, stressing out.

“Hey, hey. If he yells at you- you know I’ll- actually you don’t need to know what I’ll do.” He chuckles, giving you a side hug.

“Thanks, Frankie. You’re the best.” He smiles with his tongue between his teeth.

“You know, I’d ask you for more details on Mikey but I think that’s a conversation for later as he is comingrightthiswaybyeeeee!” He rushes out the last few words before sneaking off.

“Hey…” You turn around, Frank already lost to the crowd.

“Hi, Mikes.”

There is a nervous pause.

“You know the band?” He comes right out with it.

“Yeah…the bassist, Pete was my best friend and…yeah I knew them in Chicago- they didn’t even have a name then.” You decide to spare the information about Patrick.

“Cool, so…you and this Pete guy…it wasn’t him who you-“ You cut him off.

“Oh! No, no…Pete is- was just a friend.” You smile forlornly, remembering the friendship of the past. Maybe now you could get back in touch?

“Okay, good. I’m..not much of a fighter.” He laughs and gestures to himself.

“Aw, no, come on. I’m sure you could pull a punch.” You punch his shoulder, so gently, he only moves an inch.

“Let’s hope I never find out.” You look into Mikey’s eyes and feel a certain guilt.

A guilt that you still love Patrick.

A guilt that he doesn’t know anything.

A guilt that you love him.

“Mikey, I-“ You are cut off by a pair of lips on yours.

He pulls you insanely close, cradling your head in his, it’s passionate- more than any other kiss you’ve shared. He pulls away, shocked at himself.

“I am so sorry, you just looked so gorgeous in the light and- I have had a few drinks- I am so sorry.” He apologises, rambling on.

You look up to the stage discreetly, their last song ends and they start to exit the stage, you lose all the members in the crowd.

You panic. He deserves to know the truth.

“Mikey don’t be sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you- I just-“ You groan, trying to think of a way to explain, “I just want you to be sure of your feelings. I’m not someone that enjoys being fucked around with. Which is why you should know-“

“Y/n.”. A familiar voice behind you makes your stomach drop.

“Know what?” Mikey grabs your hand, pleading with you to tell him what’s wrong.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” You turn around, there he is, sure as day.

“Pat-“ Before you can speak, he pulls you into a hug and suddenly you’re eight years old again- meeting Patrick for the first time.

He smells the same, you feel a tear roll down your cheek, losing it as it falls onto his jacket.

“Your brother told me everything, back home. How your dad had told him you broke your phone and lost all your numbers- and I just knew you never stopped talking to me- I knew it.”

Your brother, being old enough to stay in Chicago, had one phone call with your dad when you moved, you mentioned about a broken phone- the only nice thing he had ever done was replace it. And that was only so he could now where you were at the press of a button- you wouldn’t dare reject his calls.

You missed your brother so much, but he knew you would have called if you could.

He must have told your brother- who told Patrick, who must have told the boys.

Who-

“Nice to meet one of Y/n’s friends from Illinois.” Mikey nods at him, Patrick looks at him confused.

“Friend? Did you not-“ Patrick turns to you, but before you can say anything, Mikey is kidnapped by Gerard and Ray- forcing him to come help them get their instruments.

“You looked like you could use a little help.” Frank whispers in your ear, before motioning that your set is on soon.

“Thank you.” You whisper back.

“What’s going on, Y/n? Did you not tell anyone about us?” Patrick doesn’t seem upset, just confused.

“I did…I promise. I just…I missed you too much to cope at all, I just couldn’t talk about it. I thought I’d never see you again.” You look at him, defeated- overwhelmed by everything all at once.

“I missed you, too. More than anything.” He grabs your hand, your heart flutters. You look a little different to how he remembers you, well, you are a lot different now. He still thinks you are drop dead gorgeous, more so even.

“I um, I gotta go prepare for my band to play. But here-“ You grab the pen hanging out of his jacket top pocket before scribbling your new number on his hand, “If we don’t get a chance, we will talk soon?” You smile.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, we are here for a couple weeks- Joe’s visiting his aunt a couple of towns over, so- I’ll be here. Wait- you’re My Chemical Romance?” His eyes shine, he’s never seen you play like you do now, you can’t wait.

“You know what- seems like I am.” You giggle before downing your beer and waving goodbye, running to the van parked out back to get your sticks, opting to use the house drums already on stage.

Your heart hangs heavy with all of tonight.

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“And now welcome to the stage- a favourite here at Puzzles, you know them, you love them. They got a new album out in a couple of months- it’s My Chemical Romance!” Marshall, the announcer for most nights, gives you a high five as you all step out. You had decided to play a a few songs from your only album- I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.

Of course the new one was in the making, and how things were looking seems you would be the drummer indefinitely. You often helped with the writing process, giving you a deep understanding to each lyric and beat.

Gerard amps up the crowd and you try to spot the boys in the audience, you do, you can see them by the bar.

Pete noticed you looking and gave you a wave, nudging Patrick, who gave you a shy wave too. Andy gives you a thumbs up, and Joe just smiles, nodding over.

“We decided tonight, we’re gonna start with a little something called Headfirst for Halos-“ Gerard motions over to me and I start my cue.

“1, 2, 3-“ You blur into the microphone next to you and as soon as your sticks hit the set- you know this is gonna be a good show.

Every song makes you sweat even more, your swinging your hair around, trying to keep it from sticking to your forehead. Frank’s nearly hit Mikey in the head five times and has already licked Gerard, Ray is stood- grounded- head banging like usual and definitely with more grace than you.

You guys finish off with the song that meant the most to you, Demolition Lovers. Having wrote a lot of the lyrics about Mikey- you felt a special connection to this one specifically- it was the band’s lovechild which basically gave you all (mostly Gee) the idea of the next album.

As Gerard sings, you can’t help but find Mikey with your eyes, he usually stand on his side of the stage, moving a klmetre or two but this time- he walks closer. He’s now playing at you- putting his heart into his bass

“I’m trying, I’m trying.”

“To let you know how much you mean”

“As days fade and nights grow”

“And we grow cold”

You start the cry a little, the lyrics you wrote, you feel it in your soul.

The song ends and you can’t do anything but sit there, the hot lights shining down on you.

“Our CD’s are behind the bar as usual if anyone would like one, we have been My Chemical Romance, thank you so much!” Gerard screams down the mic, you look at Mikey, he offers out his hand.

You take it, letting him pull you off stage with the guys, as you walk out the bitter cold air is pleasure against your skin- hot like metal.

Everyone starts putting their equipment back into the van.

“Cigarette?” Frank quips, having his own today he offers out the box.

“Deadly.” You breathe, taking one out, using Frank’s cigarette to light it as you forgot your bag at home.

“How about you just…be our drummer? You’re already the best out there, you never let us down. I know you don’t like spotlight and all but you write songs the way we do and we need you-“

“I’ll do it.” You laugh.

“Really?” Frank’s hopeful eyes shining at you, they had asked a few times with you always declining.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Guys! She’s in!” Frank screams, all of a sudden you are surrounded by sweaty, stinking males putting their paws all over you as they hug you.

“Finally!” Gerard kisses your forehead.

You just hope your whole boy situation doesn’t break up the band.

“You need me, what can I say?” You pretend to play it off cool.

What a night you are in for.

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