#Everyone put down the fucking instruments and start singing

[mx-flint]

WHYY is almost every single song a love song can't we sing about something else for a change???

[neteyamkink]

What if the reader tries to make neteyam jealous to see how he would react but he ends up fucking her to show he’s the only one that can make her feel this good⁉️😨

THANK U FOR REQUESTING ANON I LOVE THISSSS jealous teyam is so hot :(

Paring: aged up!neteyam x reader

warnings: filthy smut, degrading, neteyam calls reader a whore, neteyam fucks reader like a whore, choking, VERY RUSHED!!, uhmmm idk i think that’s it

likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

“Be as loud as you want, baby. Everyone needs to know who you belong to,” Neteyam growled in your ear sending chills all the way down your spine. Your back was starting to ache against the rough forest floor due to his hard thrusts.

“Neteyam!” you let out a loud moan everything was starting to become way too much to handle. Your back was pushed against the floor, his nails digging deep into your hips, the chill his voice sent down your back, and the way his cock was filling you up perfectly like your walls were made for him.

Hold on, let’s rewind and see how you got here.

“I mean it’s just to see if he really cares about you,” your friend, yu’ri, added. Currently, yu’ri was trying to convince you to make neteyam jealous as a test. Now At first, you were against it but the more she keeps arguing her case the more she is tempting you. You are typically not the type of person to play with someone’s feelings just for fun, but his reaction would help you understand where you guys stand right now. I mean you two weren’t dating yet, but there was surely something there right? Well, I guess today you’ll find out.

“Alright alright,” you finally give in to your friend, waving your hand and signalling her to calm down. “I’ll do it at the bonfire.”

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“hey kumi, let’s dance,” you said, before he could even speak you were wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling him into the center where everyone was dancing. You pushed through the crowd of people and attempted to get closer to the other side where neteyam and his friends were. Just when you knew you were in view of him you started to dance with the boy, nothing too provocative, but something just to get him riled up.

“I thought you didn’t like me?” the boy randomly questions before beginning to dance with you.

“I don’t,” you said looking past his shoulder and towards Neteyam whose back was against a tree one leg bent so his foot could hold him up on the tree. Neteyam stared you down, yellow eyes piercing through yours. You swayed your hips to the sound of the elders singing and the kids playing instruments. The beat pulsates through your body and fired up something inside you. You were determined to get a reaction out of him.

You pulled kumi closer to you, close enough to the point where your bodies were almost touching. You didn’t want to go too far with this, though. Deep down you knew you were Neteyam’s, off limits to anyone else.

“oh?” Kumi questioned your motives, but you were dancing with him who was he to question you? The thought left as fast as it came and he could only pay attention to the sway of your hips now. He wasn’t the only one, Neteyam’s gaze on you was sickening. If looks could kill, Eywa knows you would be with her now.

Neteyam’s throat started to burn with jealousy, his palms were sweaty, and his heartbeat was fast.

“Neteyam… are u listening?” Ao’nung spoke up. Fuck, he couldn’t even pay attention to what his friends were saying. The only thing that mattered to him right now was how your hips were swaying against that beast-looking na’vi.

“Yeah yeah keep going,” Neteyam flagged his friend off nonchalantly. he didn’t bother to take his eyes off of you.

“for fucks sake just go talk to her,” Roxto let out a huff tired of this silent feud between the two of you. Neteyam knew he should go and put you in your place, but part of him just wanted to see how far you would take it. But the way you were practically grinding on that random boy you were just begging for attention. Poor little you just wanted to get fucked, huh?

He tilted his head, rolled his tongue to lick the inside of his cheek, and scratched his head before puffing out his chest and stomping his way over to you. Before you knew it his big hand was wrapped around your upper arm and you were being dragged into the forest.

“Hey! what the hell are you doing,” you shouted trying to free yourself from his grasp. You knew exactly what he was doing.

“No what the hell were YOU doing?” his face was scrunched up, he was angry but fuck he was so hot like this.

“What did it look like,” you rolled your eyes giving up on freeing yourself at this point. You were too deep into the forest to go back and frankly, you didn’t even want to.

“It looked like you were just being a fucking whore. My Eywa, if you wanted attention why didn’t you just say so?” He gritted through his teeth.

that’s how you ended up a whimpering mess under him.

“Fuck, you’re mine, nobody else’s. understood?” he grunts as he fucks his hips into you. You could barely even speak so you pathetically nodded your head. Your non-verbal answer wasn’t good enough for him, because suddenly his hands were around your neck applying little pressure, “use your words.”

“yes, teyam!” you choked out desperately nodding your head. The pressure of his fingers on your neck was making your head go fuzzy. The only thought in your head was him and his dick.

“Say your mine, baby,” his breathing was harsh and rushed, you could feel his chest heaving up and down on yours.

“I’m yours,” you spat out between moans, he was fucking you so good that you could barely talk.

“cum for me, my love,” he spoke, and with those few words, you were a moaning mess, crumbling and whimpering underneath him. With the pressure on your neck, you could barely even breathe. Not even seconds after your climax he was cumming with you, releasing his hot seed inside of you with throaty moans.

“All you needed was to get fucked, huh?” he shushed you.

[romancingdaffodils]

Love Kills

City Rockers

part two of Love Kills

bassist/rockstar!Remus Lupin x Reader

warnings: swearing and description of blood

The tension between the two of you only seems to build as Remus faces a rather nasty injury. Naturally, you help him out. He gives his thanks in a rather mind boggling way.

haiii did you miss me AGAIN xoxo

thank you so much alex for alll your help on this one means a lot :3

Often it’s said that punks are the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Terrifying on the outside, but lovely on the inside. Clearly, when put into a venue, this philosophy completely disappears. The gig goers habits of unplugging amps and launching glass bottles didn’t seem too lovely at all. In fact, you were quite against the whole idea or at least you were after the incident. However, it could make nights a whole lot interesting. It was what also led to the instruction of don’t get hit. Which then allowed, Remus to completely disobey this command. As a result of this, blood poured down his face. Surged, gushed, streamed. A bottle had collided directly with his head and had clearly left him with with an injury directly above his eye. The crowd went silent before erupting into even louder cheers. Freezing in shock, the soon-to-be-blood soaked man stared directly into the crowd. Immediately, James stopped singing and whipped his head around to the noise. Which, in turn, caused both Sirius and Pete to turn and look over at Remus. Another bang signified the speakers blowing and as the boys started up playing again to try to kill the time, it suddenly dawned on everyone. Amps had been unplugged too; fans had taken the band’s distraction with Remus as an opportunity. Worst first show ever. Praying to whatever gods to give him strength, Remus picked up playing again as Frank rushed around plugging the amps back in.

Anxiously, you bit down on the inside of your cheek as the band pushed through everything going wrong at once. Thankfully, Alice had managed to fix up the speakers relatively fast and was now stood beside you with a similar distressed look on her face. Unfortunately, the man’s determination to continue playing didn’t stop the bleeding. It was everywhere.

Red poppies turned into bloody rivers as the white vest he was wearing became soaked. He had discarded his outer layer of a jumper at some point during the first song, leaving his perfect arms on display. Now hardly seemed like the right time to be thinking about that though. But, your brain didn’t really seem to listen.

Some of the red liquid had caught in the hair that drifted down towards his eyebrows. Drying up in the sandy tuffs, the blood would be difficult to get out; part of you wanted to drag him off stage and patch him up there and then. Push a small kiss to his forehead, and rinse the blood out of his hair. The rest of the substance had meandered at what felt like the speed of light all the way down to his bass. After staining his white clothes it moved onto the white pick-guard on the body of the long instrument. Somehow, Remus seemed to have picked the worst colours for this to happen. Or, you might argue - if he wasn’t a friend in pain - the best colours because he looked practically edible. On a bad day, he looked positively gorgeous. There, he looked like everything you’d ever wanted and more. You’d never felt more guilty for having a crush on someone before then.

Droplets dribbled down from the bass onto the floor and your eyes finally moved to Remus’s face. You’d been able to look at the area of the wound as you found yourself quite fearful it would be serious. Half of his face was doused in blood and one eye was screwed shut, leaving him in a permanent wink. Thankfully, your gushing over Remus had made the show move a lot faster and the end of the encore ripped through everyone: crowd, band and roadies.

Remus was the first off stage.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Remus.” you exclaimed, grabbing hold of his wrist to get him to stop moving. The gushing blood was forcing him into a permanent wink and you winced just looking at the gash. “Sit down, I’ll go get the first aid kit. Fucking hell.” you said, pushing him down onto the couch. Surprisingly, he didn’t fight back. Now, it was your time to scramble. You ran down the corridor and yanked the first aid kit from the cupboard before immediately running back. Crouching down in front of him, you gave your best relaxed smile. He tried his best to return it. Your mind seemed to be a swirling mess of thoughts of how gorgeous Remus actually was and thoughts of how on earth you were going to clean this cut up.

“How bad are we thinking?” he asked, wincing as he spoke. He already had a rather impressive collection of scars dotted around his body; you figured this was nothing new to him.

“Dunno yet, you alright if I clean it up?” you asked, blue paper towels ready and waiting. He nodded his head and you stood up. Slotting yourself between his legs, you used the damp towel to wipe away the blood that had dripped down his face. It was an odd texture, like partially dried nail varnish.

You stared at the cut, checking for any shards of the glass bottle. None were there from what you could see, thank god. They must’ve fallen out during the performance. “So they just, throw bottles? At you? On stage?” you asked, trying to keep him talking as you applied a small amount of pressure. Thankfully, most of the bleeding had stopped by now; it was just a game of preventing the gash from getting infected.

“And unplug amps, and don’t make us famous enough for a better venue. Fuckin’ shit hole.” he replied, staring up at you through his eyelashes. With all the blood cleaned away from his face, he looked up at you with both eyes wide open. You shook your head, giggling quietly. Armed with an antiseptic soaked cotton wool ball, you began cleaning the actual cut

“Sorry, know it stings. Talk to me about something, anything.” his comfort was your top priority. He smiled up at you, shaking his head.

“Know what you’re trying to do, love, don’t need to. You’re not stupid, you can tell I’ve been through this before.” he said, smirking up at you. Resisting the urge to wipe the smug look from his face, you instead give a large frown.

“Just trying to be nice, let me be nice.” you complained, biting down on your lip as you continued to clean the wound.

“You’re being nice enough already.” he stated, plainly.

“You’re so lovely Remus!” you shouted over the bar’s blaring music. A hiccup ricocheted through your body as you giggled up at him.

“Yeah, you want me to get you some water?” he asked, batting his eyelashes at you. Sirius really did always keep his best friends hidden from everywhere else. Remus was entirely certain that the fact he hadn’t met you before that night should be a crime, so much so that he’d never forgive Sirius for it.

“No! You’re being nice enough already.” you stated, staring up at him blankly. He shook his head, but didn’t disobey your command. He thought he might die on the spot if he left you any sooner than needed.

Your face flushed at the sound of your own words being repeated back at you and the fact Remus remembered word for word what you had said to him. He grinned. You frowned.

“Butterfly strips now, aren’t they cute? They’re like stitches but not stitches, dead new too. I thought Sirius would get in a bar fight or something, that’s why I brought them with me, not that you’d be scrapping with glass bottles.” you rambled as you dug around in the tote bag beside you. Some gut instinct had told you to pack them and it must’ve be whatever gut instinct had you swooning over Remus.

“Yeah? They are pretty impressive.” he replied. His eyes held a hint of honesty he’d never admit as he admired your rambling. Remus Lupin could listen to you talk for hours. Remus Lupin, who preferred to spend his pre-show routine alone in silence; who adored the quiet of libraries and the very slight hum of a small cafe; who often had to put himself at the back of the tour bus just to get some peace would happily listen to you babble on about whatever nonsense.

“I know, right? ‘s so cool how they come up with these things. Right, this bit will genuinely hurt so, I’m really sorry in advance.” you said, giving him a sheepish grin. If the antiseptic was the foot soldiers, think of the butterfly strips as being the artillery. Carefully, you slotted yourself back in between his legs. Your hand pushed the two edges of the cut together whilst the other stuck the strips over the stop, a way of holding the wound together. Instinctively, Remus’s hand shot up and grabbed your wrist, eyes closing at the pain.

“All done.” you whispered, but his hand didn’t move from your wrist. Your eyes drifted down to his own as you smiled at him.

“Thank you.” he whispered back to you. His eyes mapped out a triangle on your face, subconsciously. He truly could not get enough; his hand still didn’t move. The silence in the room was unbearable and you were silently begging Remus to do something. Anything. He must’ve heard your pleas somehow because he stood up.

If you weren’t close enough to him before you almost certainly were now. The only thing separating the two of you was his looming height and even then that wasn’t doing much as his head was tilted down. You couldn’t read Remus. The now three very dramatic times you’d met, you’d never been able to read him.

“Happy birthday Sirius!” you shouted as you waltzed into the Potter household. It was your first time there, ever and my god was the place gorgeous. It was easy to forget how privileged one half of the band were. Sirius had grown up rich with a shitty family and in many ways James had won the game of life. Good family with lots and lots of money, which explained the oversized house that sat in the middle of nowhere.

“Awww, thank you. Look how lovely they are.” Sirius said, taking the gift from your hands and immediately running off to open it. ‘Child’ you thought to yourself as you smiled.

“Hello you.” Remus waved as you walked over to the kitchen counter, where everyone else stood. You didn’t notice it, but Lily raised her eyebrow and whispered something to James. The two stared at you and Remus for the rest of the night. He didn’t speak to anyone, but you.

“Hi. Don’t look at me like that.” you said, scowling up at him. He laughed and put his hands up beside his head with a false offended look.

“Look at you like what?” Remus fought back, though his smirk and small gave away what he was thinking. Or, at least you thought it did. He was referencing your drunkenness on the first night you met with that look, Right? You racked your brains, staring up at him with your mouth agape.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking.” you admitted, still looking up at him. He shook his head and gave another smirk.

“Do you need to?” he replied.

He still had a hold on your wrist and something in your stomach twisted. Your mind was blank and everything just felt fuzzy.

“Thank you, really.” he mumbled as his head moved in even closer. His thumb drew small circles on the inside of your wrist.

“Yeah, no- no problem. Honestly, like it’s nothing, I’d happily do it any time.” you rambled, giving him a small grin and your stomach twinged from embarrassment this time. He grinned and let out a small chuckle. You felt his breath fan against your jaw. You bit down on your lip

“Oh, hey guys.” James announced from the doorway. Your head whipped round immediately as you took a step backwards. Wide eyed and horrified, you gulped. Remus seemed, perpetually, unbothered.

“Hi, Prongs.” he returned, pointing to the cut on his head. “All fixed up now, wasn’t too bad.” he added, tilting his head slightly.

“Yeah, all fixed up. Can see that. We’re going down to the pub to go have a celebratory drink tomorrow, we’ve got a day here to kill. Think you’ll be up for it?” James asked, looking at both of you. You nodded, sheepishly once again. You knew he knew. He knew you knew. It was an awful trap to be stuck in.

“Sounds good.” Remus said, nodding his head and grabbing his bag from beside the couch. “ ‘m gonna go get changed, see you later, yeah?” he added, looking at you. Only you. And then, he walked off. It felt like you’d been left dangling off of the edge of a cliff.

“Please can I tell Si-“

“Fuck off, James.”

“What about Lily??”

“Maybe.”

[raytorosaurus]

i've been so curious about this 'unofficial therapist' that thursday had???? which member is he? how did they find him?? could he always play an instrument or did they ask him to learn so they could keep him around? did he actually help that much? how did it change thursday's writing? i don't expect you to have the answer to all of these things but you seem to know a lot about them and if nothing else i need to know who their therapist is and what 'unofficial' means in this case if you can help at all!

oh lol haha unofficial in the very literal sense so my guy andrew everding of the "no one ever expects it" chest hair fame from my chemical romance in the studio 2002 (@3:10) is like...the y/n of thursday.

he's just a nice dude who hangs around and everyone likes, good friend of the guys in thursday, and then his house burns down and he has nowhere to stay so thursday were like yo just come tour with us and he did. because he's also a very talented (multi?-)instrumentalist and, as it turns out, a great composer too. also at some stage he lived with geoff's mom? it is unclear if this is before or after the fire and/or joining thursday as a touring member. he also photographed their first west coast tour in 2002?

so like anyway by 2003 he's playing keys for the watt tour which is like.....I'd say the darkest point of thursday's history but that would be a fucking lie lol. let's say the darkest point of thursday's history so far. the guys are super stressed, super overworked, super depressed, and under loads of pressure from their label who's saying they're underperforming the expectations they had for them. geoff in particular is copping a lottt of criticism for his singing which he really internalised, and basically everyone in the band is miserable. they were also. not fucking talking to each other. like at all. they would just all constantly bitch about each other behind everyone's back and never say shit to their face. andrew, as a touring member but not official member, and as a Nice Guy, ends up becoming like...the intermediary to whom everyone in the band went to vent. so he's like trying to fix their shit and be positive and he puts his foot down and is like guys you NEED to learn to COMMUNICATE. (spoilers they didn't) but anyway the band after a particularly nasty and conflict-laden tour of australia in 2004 are like fuck this we're breaking up! but then as soon as they agreed to breaking up they were like wait. so much of the pressure is gone now. actually we're good we just need a break :) but media has kind of already picked up on the story of them breakup up so it was all dreadfully will they/won't they. this is also right as three cheers is blowing the fuck up btw 😭😭 #we'retwosidesofthesamecoin #he'smyvillain.

oh shit and then they go on warped 04 as what would have been kinda their last thing but they're like hey look at this we're sorta starting to work on our problems! oh and then at the vegas date 24yo geoff gets shotgun married to a woman he'd been dating for two years with mcr, tbs, and the bouncing souls as the wedding party 😭😭😭😭😭.

ANYWAY. they end up not breaking up but take a break from touring and then all move in together for a while? i think bc they were a little scattered at that point and geoff might have been living in sydney (his wife was australian) at the time idk so when he came over to do thursday shit they just like lived together apparently. and they write city by the light divided (so titled bc the band, naturally, was totally divided on how they wanted the album to sound lol). anyway the main difference now is this time round they've invited andrew to join as an official member!! :DDD

...unfortunately for andrew, this is also the time thursday stops being even slightly commercially viable lol so he's like technically im earning less money now than i had been on a tour salary lolz. anyway he becomes a big part of the writing process, especially for that album and no devolucion, the instrumentals if which were apparently driven pretty heavily by him!

then in 2008 onwards thursday were all broke as fuck and needed to get day jobs to pay rent. most of them went into like...food service or painting houses, but tucker drummed for mcr for a bit and andrew worked as.....a guitar tech? for patd????? (also after the break up, tucker was in boy band the wanted for a while as their touring drummer. he loved it lol <3)

anyway tragically, andrew hasn't appeared at any of the reunion shows 😔. he's private so no details but he was dealing with some health issues towards the end of thursday that contributed to the band deciding to break up and has a baby and shit now. but he did continue touring as a musician a bit, like with neil finn in 2014!!!!!! playing some wacky fancy midi/synth electronic instrument iirc? epic collision of my childhood fave and new-adulthood fave.

anyway lol this is all typed out in bed on my phone off the top of my head so there might be some chronology errors in there, but a lot of this is from their documentary, kill the house lights! it's a comedy. dark comedy.

#andrewnation <3

[foliosriot]

Hey love!!! Can you give sfw and nsfw hcs on mr jesse cash please :))) i know hes had us both in a CHOKEHOLD recently! Much love 💙

ohmygod yesyesyes that man is so fine and i hope the chokehold he has on us never relinquishes. but here you go! enjoy <33

jesse cash headcanons! nsfw under the cut :)

SFW

if he sees you’re having a bad day or just not feeling the greatest, he’ll bust out his thick alabaman accent and start talking nonsense

he wants to see you smile and happy, and he knows that accent + nonsensical shit does just that

trouble sleeping? that man is singing you a lullaby

his voice is so soothing, both speaking and singing

he also fucking loves seeing you scream along to erra songs if you’re ever at one of their shows

when you are at one of their shows, you are like the sole reason he gets any of his energy, bc you’re jumping and screaming down in the pit and he can’t keep that precious smile off his face

has tried teaching you guitar multiple times over the years but has always failed

when he tries, he sits behind you and guides your hands to their proper positions on the instrument

then he shows you a very basic chord and strumming pattern and you’re so focused on what you’re doing and he just can’t help but watch you

guitar lessons always end when you look over to see him completely enamored by you, then you’re suddenly assaulted by him kissing the daylights out of you

he is so in love with you it’s actually embarrassing

will deny any and all accusations of some ghost atlas songs being about you (such as: scouts honor and tomato red)

but everyone knows the songs are about you, and his friends tease him relentlessly about it

NSFW

never passes up the opportunity to fuck you after erra’s set

always claims he has “pent up energy and adrenaline” he needs to get rid of

you knows he’s full of shit cuz seeing you hot and sweaty and definitely wearing an erra shirt (and vice versa) has him so hot n bothered it’s sickening

so sweet and loving and will always put your pleasure above his own

like- if he can at least get you off, then he’s perfectly ok with that

he just wants to make you feel good above all else

however, if he’s feeling selfish and a bit mean, he’ll make you get him off before he even touches you

this goes more for when you’re at home together rather than tour, bc on tour you gotta take what you can get right

but at home he knows you guys have all the time in the world, so if he wants to come first then he’s going to

lowkey loves hearing you beg and whine and get oh so needy

and you’re touching yourself while sucking him off? thats too bad baby, cuz now he has your hands behind your back and his hand firmly in your hair and won’t let go until he comes down your throat

but when he’s buried in you and you feel so goddamn good, his accent slips more than it usually does

plus he knows how much you love being degraded or praised with that beautiful accent of his so he 1000% will take advantage of it

[cinemastyles-backup]

Live in Studio

Summary: Y/n is a photographer that was chosen to photograph Harry's live studio session

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language,heavy flirting, studio sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, scratching biting, oral, fingering, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

HS1 HARRY

I pack up my camera and make sure I have everything that I need before I head out. I walk to the bathroom and give myself one last look over before I smirk and shake my head.

I walk out and grab my bag, keys and text Harry.

Me: Hey I'm on my way.

I walk out to my car and get in, setting my bag gently on the seat.

Harry: Can't wait to see you. Drive safe.

I bite my lip and stare at my screen before I decide to just set my phone down.

I've known Harry for a while now, but I'm still honored to be his photographer for his live studio session. His energy is unmatched and I know we'll have lot of fun today.

——

I pull up to the studio and park. I grab my phone and smile as I reread Harry's text.

Me: I'm here. Getting my stuff around and I'll be in.

I get out and walk around to the passenger side when suddenly I feel a presence approaching.

"Need any help?" Harry asks leaning against my car door. I look over at him and smile, "I think I'm good, thanks." I bend over to grab my bag and double check to make sure nothing fell out.

"Nice view you're giving me, y/n."

I look at him over my shoulder and smile, "Only for you." I wink and laugh as he raises his eyebrows a couple times.

"So." I lean back up and look at him, "Am I just taking pictures? Pictures and videos? What's the plan?" I shut my car door and Harry shrugs, "Whatever feels right to you, love."

I tilt my head slightly, fighting off a very NSFW comment.

"Okay." I smile and he shakes his head, "You were thinking what I was thinking." I roll my eyes, "Sure I was, Styles." He steps in front of me and looks down at me, "I want you to hang back after the session. You know, so we can go over the pictures and videos you take."

I nod slowly, "Mm, okay. Sounds like I can do that."

"Good. Good. Now let's get in there before I keep them waiting any longer." He opens the door for me and his hand lands on my lower back as he follows closely behind me through the door.

"Harry." I smile. He quickly slides his hand down and grabs my ass before running to open the other door while laughing.

"Harold!" I smirk as I glare at him. He smiles, "Can't help it." He opens the door for me and I walk in, greeting everyone.

I've already met everyone in this room, a few times actually.

"Alright. Who's ready to rock and roll?" Harry asks as he claps his hands.

He grabs his guitar and I grab my camera. I start to snap pictures as he strums, closing his eyes to focus more.

I check the picture and I look back up and he's looking at me with a smile on his face. I quickly snap his picture and stick my tongue out at him.

He shakes his head laughing and walks up to the mic, getting ready to sing.

I make my way around the studio, snapping pictures of the band, Harry, the instruments when not in use, when in use, everything.

I take a video of Harry's hands as he plays his guitar.

Fuck, his hands turn me on. I clear my throat and look down at the photo, biting my lip as I rewatch it.

"Oh for fucks saaaaaaake." Harry yells. I look up and laugh, "What the hell?" He laughs and walks over to me. He presses his body against mine as his hand brings my camera up, "That's a good shot of Mitch, don't you think?"

He looks up and motions for Mitch to come over. He shows him the picture and he nods, "Nice, nice."

"Thanks." I take my camera back, "Get to work, Styles." I tease and take a picture of the studio.

"Maybe later we can put that camera to a better use." He whispers into my ear. I can feel my cheeks getting hot.

I don't speak because I know if I try to, I'll just babble like an idiot.

I look up at him and nod. He smirks and walks back over to his mic. He chats with his band mates for a few minutes.

He starts to snap quickly and laughs. I whistle to get his attention and he looks back at me, still snapping, and smiles.

I look at the picture and smile.

They continue to play songs, and joke around and I continue to do what I've been doing, taking pictures and casually flirting with Harry.

"Will you hold me tight and don't let go." Harry sings in a high pitched, almost unrecognizable tone. I laugh and shake my head.

——

"Alright. That's a wrap for today." Harry claps, "Thank you all for being here today." He gives his little I'm grateful for you speech, "Thank you."

I sit down on the couch and click through the pictures. Admiring how good Harry looks in all of them.

"Admiring how good I look, are we?" He sits down next to me.

"Um, no." I lie. He stares at me, leaning forward slowly until I look at him, "Fine." I sigh, "I was." He smirks, "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you either today."

"I had to look at you." I tease with a laugh. He laughs and lays his arm behind me, leaning over to rest his chin on my shoulder, "Let's have a look, shall we?"

I grab my laptop from my bag and pop the card from my camera into it.

I focus on my screen, making sure to click on the right one, "Yes Harold?" I turn my head slightly to him.

"Nothing, I'm just.. admiring how beautiful you are when you're focused."

His words make my cheeks hot and I smile, "Thanks?" I smile and shake my head slightly, looking back at the computer screen.

"Wait." He lays a finger on my screen, "What was that?"

"What was what?" I question even though I know exactly what he's talking about.

His hands. The video I took of his hands while he plays guitar.

He leans closer and a smirk grows on his face, "My hands, huh?" I close my eyes and nod slowly, "Mhm." He chuckles, "Really?"

I look over at him, "Yeah. Yeah. I love your hands now can we move past that?" I click the down arrow a few times and try to keep my composure.

"You know.." Harry moves hair off my neck and lets it fall down my back, "We can look at this a little late.." his finger traces a line up and down the side of my neck.

I bite my lip and all in one quick motion, my lap top is set on the floor and I'm on top of Harry. My lips on his and his hands gripping my hips.

I slowly grind against him, feeling his already semi-hard cock grow harder.

"Fuck." He groans lowly against my lips.

I kiss down his neck and nibble gently. "Y/N." He gasps out sliding a hand up my arm. "You like that?" I whisper in an innocent tone.

He looks at me, his eyes growing dark with hunger. He pulls me in and kisses me. His hands slide down and pull my shirt up and off my body perfectly.

His mouth connects with the top of my chest, leaving little bite marks all over.

"Harry." I whimper tangling my fingers in his hair. He looks up at me, chin rested on my chest, "You like that?" He mocks me.

I'm too into it to care, "So much."

He smirks and continues to do it as he unbuttons my jeans. I tilt my bead back as he slides his hand in between my skin and the fabric of my underwear.

His lips linger and gently brush my skin as he gently rubs my clit in small circles.

I grip his shoulders and look down at him.

"Feel good?" He smirks, "looks like it does."

I nod, "Y-yes."

He slips his hand out and tugs my jeans. I lay back and he pulls them off. I go to lay my head back but he taps my leg once time, "Uh-huh. Watch."

I nod and lean up on my elbows, watching him slide a hand up and down my leg. He pushes my legs apart and I watch as he slides his fingers up and down my slit, his fingers shining with my slick.

"Have you been this wet the whole time?" He asks kissing my knee, "You're soaked." He slips a finger in. My eyes stay focused on his hand, slowly pumping in and out of me.

I let out a moan and fight to close my eyes.

He adds another finger and his rings push against my skin, "You feel so good around my fingers, baby." He leans down and sucks on my clit, causing my legs to jolt.

I lay a hand on his head and tilt my head back, letting out a loud moan.

"Harry.. I-I.." he groans against me, lips still attached to me. He moves his fingers faster, building me up to cum quicker.

I squeeze my thighs against his head, gasping as I clench around his fingers, "Fuck. Fuck. Shit." I pant, "Harry."

He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to my mouth. I instantly open and wrap my lips around them, licking as much of myself off as I can.

He watches me intently with his lips slightly parted.

I lean my head back and smile at him. He moves up and slowly slides his hand around my neck, squeezing gently.

He kisses me, taking my lower lip between his teeth. His bite gradually getting harder along with the tightness of his hand around my neck.

I let out a small whimper and he brushes his nose against my cheek, "I'm going to make you feel so good."

He leans up and slips his black T-shirt off his body. He undoes his jeans and pushes them down. He spits into his hand and locks with with me as he pumps his cock a few times.

He sits down and nods for me to come over to him.

I get up and straddle him, slowly sinking down onto him. I let out a moan and rest my head against his, "You had me thinking about this all day." His hand makes it way to my neck again and his other lays on the center of my back.

"Been thinking about it since the last time we fucked." I smirk and start to move my hips, rocking and rolling then forward and back. Moaning at how fucking good he feels inside of me.

"That's it baby. Use me." He lays his head back, eyes still on me. His hand grips at the skin on my back and he eases up on his grip on my throat. He runs a finger up and down my neck as I fuck myself on him.

"Fuck, Harry." I moan look down at him. He bites his lip and his hands travel to my hips, gripping them as I bounce.

"Fuck, yeah baby, that's it." He moans while thrusting his hips up to meet mine. I grab the back of the couch for leverage and push myself all the way down on him as I clench.

"You're so hot when you cum, y/n." He pulls me down and kisses me, "Switch?"

I nod and he lifts me off of him. I'm still on my knees, leaning on the back of the couch when Harry grabs my hips and slaps a hand against my cheek.

"My beautiful little slut." He whispers as he drags a finger down my spine.

He slides in, agonizingly slow.

I rest my head against the couch, moaning as he thrust, "Harry. Harry. Fuck." I throw my head back and meet my body with each of his thrusts.

"Fuck, you always take me so good." His thumbs run my hips, "So fucking good."

I reach down between my legs, circling my clit with my fingers.

"Fuck, that's so hot." He groans, "Fuck."

"M'gonna cum again." I gasp, "Fuck. Fuck." I grab the back of the couch with both hands, letting my head hang down between my arms.

I let out a scream of pleasure as I cum around him again.

He tries to hold out but his thrusts get sloppy fast, and he pulls out, letting go onto my back and ass.

He stands there for a few moments and goes to grab one of the small towels that are rolled up on the shelf.

"Don't move." He says before wiping up the mess he made.

I slowly roll my body over and lay on the couch, looking up at him with a smile.

"What?" He asks gathering our clothes.

"You didn't use the camera." I pout.

He shrugs and walks over to me. He leans down, "Looks like we'll have to take it home with us." He smirks and kisses me.

"I guess we will."

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You can find part two here

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[wearepansies]

Just comment and I will put out a part two-

PJO MUSIC ARTIST AU:

Percy;

-His artist name is Black Jackson. (BLACKJACKson?? Get it??? He named himself after blackjack kind of???? Ok I’ll see myself out-)

-Because he was born in Manhattan, out of poverty, he never had much, so he’s pretty much the most down to earth celebrity ever(think Adam Sandler kind of? But more fashionable)

-Advocates a lot for people with learning disabilities, and domestic violence victims.

-He mostly writes inside the genres rock and alternative.

-His first big break was with his original album, “feelyng bleu”

-While we’re on that, all of his songs and albums are spelled wrong. At first it was a mistake, but Percy slowly just made it his own thing. Made him feel a lot better about his dyslexia.

- Is the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.

-He’s also a socially awkward, insecure mess though.

- He starts every concert of his off by thanking his Mother, and asking whether “ his audience is ready to fuck themselves up tonight??”

-Absolute bicon

-Has clips of his funny exchanges with interviewers all over YouTube

Annabeth;

-Just uses her actual name.

-She doesn’t see the point in trying to make a career under a fake name. Nah. She wants people SCREAMING her name from the audience.

-Contrary to that wish though, she’s not actually famous.

-It’s more like…a hobby she does for fun, but also dreams about turning into a career.

-In reality though, she’s an architecture student who really just needs money to fix the damn sink.

- She actually knew Percy WAY before he became famous, since they were eleven actually.

-Annabeths music is more like…alternative folk.

-She uses all sorts of architecture metaphors and terms in her music.

-She doesn’t sing about buildings though. She talks about all sorts of social class problems she thinks are important. The figurative, poetic architecture language she uses is just her musical signature(and a fun way to be nerdy).

-She has a decent amount of followers.

- Is rather cold when you meet her, but is secretly just a softie.

- Is the artist who makes songs based off books and posts them on TikTok (sorry not sorry)

-She also has a podcast that’s unfortunately more popular than her nonexistent music career lol.

- She wears lots of academic looking clothes, but also has lots of flow-y looking tops, and lots of chique Greek outfits because she loves embracing her culture.

- Is friends with everyone from the famous band “Ride or Die” (Beckendorf, Silena, Clarisse, Connor, Travis, and Katie)

Grover;

-Goes by the music name “Child of the W1ld”

-He’s not really a famous music artist honestly? More like a TikTok celebrity.

-He’s famous for his pan flute and ocarina covers of different songs.

-His most popular, aka the one that made him famous, was Celine Dion’s “my heart will go on”

-Posts all sorts of TikTok’s of him playing his instruments in random places lmao

-Is the most cottage core hipster to ever cottage core.

- He and Percy are besties! They support each other whenever they can, advertise, do videos, and just chill out and hang.

- They’re such opposites aesthetically though. People were actually so shocked when they first saw them together lmao.

- Whenever Percy uploads a new album or song, he’ll make a cover of it.

-Not only because he loves his best friend, but also because it’s challenging.

-Wears an alarming amount of skirts, and pants that go halfway to his calves.

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

“yeah, I like that”

A/n: this is inspired by a tiktok I found and I hope the link actually works. also, first time making this so enjoy. Also you’re a fallen angel so yeah

(tiktok got taken down😭)

Copia “Papa IV” x Male reader

warnings: slight nsfw, slight choking, and uhhh i think thats it?

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You gripped your instrument as you watched Copia. He was really enjoying himself. I guess Mummy Dust really does something to him, huh?

He kept thrusting and you growled watching him.

He knew you were watching him. He could feel your glare from across the stage. Copia was purposefully ignoring you and going to every other ghoul, and casually walking pass you.

But, you had a plan.

You look up to see him up in front of you on the plate form during the beginning of Ciruss’ solo. He jokingly swats at the fog and dances his way over to the ghouls to the left. You watch with predatory eyes and stalk behind him. The crowd screams as he starts singing again.

You slowly creep behind him as he continues to tap to the beat on stage and goes into the perfect position.

He thrusts forward on beat as you appear behind him. “In. thrust God. thrust We. thrust truusst~” He tensed, but continued. He knew you were stalking behind him.

The people of New York continued screaming, it egged you on even more.

You were well known on stage. Being nicknamed the fallen angel as you were, quite literally, the “fallen angel”. Being here since primos time.

Having to serve every Papa there was. Seestor assigned you to be their personal assistant, because of your powers, you appeared before them at any time. It was aggravating, but you deal with it.

But once Cardinal Copia appeared, everything changed. You fell hard. As did he. You went through everything together and watched him become Papa IV.

You two were known as the “lovers on stage”, always make gestures toward each other, Copia announcing you, but never really ‘intimately’ touching each other.

But in this moment, you didn’t care anymore and pushed your body to his. He felt you through your pants as you covered it up behind him from the crowd. He smirked.

“My mummy dust,” he pushed against you.

“Dust~” Copia slowly bent forward, moving with the word, as he put his hand on his thigh. He gripped the mic, knowing exactly what he was doing. His ass perfectly against your hips. Everyone in the ritual screams at what was happening.

“My mummy dust, in god you trust~!” Copia slowly rolling. You grunted and tried to contain yourself to not thrust forward into him.

“My mummy dust!” He kept going. Going left and right, swaying his hips. He slid his hand up and down his thigh, stroking it. Turning his head to look at you, he smirked seeing your hunger filled gaze on him as you made eye contact

He suddenly stuck his ass out even more, pushing against you.

“Dust~!” You felt yourself rock slowly, throwing your head back, the crowd screams louder than usual, thinking it’s just for them and staged.

He straightened his back, ass still barely on your hips but grazing you through your tight pants.

“Sing it!” He threw his hand to the crowd, gesturing them and put his mic to the side.

As the crowd screamed “In god we trust!” Confetti shoots out, covering you guys.

You slotted your head next to his, drowning in his arousal. “Did you like that?” He asked as he dropped the back of his head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I like that,” and brought your hand up to his throat. You growled, “but fuck are you’re in trouble tonight.” He leaned back even more, grinding on you and made eye contact, giving you those eyes.

The eyes where he begs to be fucked ruthlessly into the bed, face shoved into the sheets and ass up, gripping the sheets. Whining as you torture him slowly but soon giving what he wants. Fucking him senseless.

You let go and continue on, desperately trying to cover yourself up with your instrument as you played your own solo which was at the end.

“My mummy dust!” He continued on and tried to keep it in his pants as he watched you walk off.

He finished the song with hands up and pointed to the sky.

As the night went on, it was continuous teasing, barely any words but lust was filled and the ghouls noticed it. They knew if they got to close to Papa, they’d most likely be on a stick because of how strong your scent and arousal was now. Feeling the aura swirl in the air made them dizzy.

They knew what Papa was going to have to deal with tonight. And they were going to have to hear it. They groaned and rolled their eyes at the thought.

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Note: you can take that last line any way you want to;)

[anamelessfool]

[Instrumental]

Copia x Cardinal Marian, Copia & Terzo Domestic Fluff sponsored by @comp-lady's Domestic December

Link to Challenge Here

Words: 1426 AO3 Link Here

Tags: Duet, Singing, Being Silly, Holiday Doldrums

Dedicated to @delullu and @thew0man <3

Ficlet Below the Cut!

After the Solstice Holidays and before the New Year, it was rough around the Ministry compound. Not much to do except nurse a hangover and wait for the calendar to refresh you, to wash away the old year. Next year will be different. But right now, I got to lie the fuck down.

Papa Emeritus III would make it everyone's problem and start wandering the halls looking for some last minute pick-me-up from a sibling who was already either exhausted with him or disgusted by him thanks in part to his traditionally ridiculous behavior at the Solstice party. Sister would have nothing to do with him, which of course meant he would resort to the only two people whose job description required mandatory interaction: Sister's Personal Assistant Marian and his protegee Papa Elect Copia.

Which is why during this time Marian and Copia preferred to hunker down somewhere. And when Marian would get so sick of puzzles or hearing Copia crow about The Life and Times of JP Morgan she would demand a field trip.

Luckily at this time of year Copia’s beige LaSabre would have the snow chains on and they could go into town without careening off of a snowy cliff on the way there.

And in the nearest town there was a bar that, for a discreet twenty dollar bill it would be Karaoke Night any night Marian wanted.

“Here we stand…Worlds apart, hearts broken in two! Two! Twooo….” Marian scream-sang the words as they lit up across the video screen. From his place at a nearby table, Copia sighed wistfully. She was a terrible singer, he had to admit. Not a musical bone in her body. But her heart was into it. Always, fully.

Also watching her plush hips sway in time to the music was a bonus.

“Some day, love will find you! Break those chains that bind you! You know, I still love you—” Marian held out her hand to him, flashing a winning smile. Copia’s heart soared. “Even when we go our separate ways!”

A man wandered up to the stage and threw a dollar into the empty plastic pitcher for her. She blew him a kiss. Copia felt a little tinge of jealously bubble up in his throat but it was followed by another thought, this one much more thrilling. Doesn’t matter, she’s coming home with me….

“Closer to the heart! Closer to the HEAAAAAART! YEA-YUH!” And Marian jumped off the small stage, drink in hand, to wander back to Copia’s table and his nest of empty glasses with lemon slices.

“The song’s over?” Copia asked. Watching her sidle over to him, a smirk across her face put him in a certain way. He pretended for a moment she had eyed him from across the bar, a mysterious temptress. He a debonair scoundrel. His heart fluttered.

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine….

“No there's like a five minute instrumental section, get with the program,” she said. “Here, drink this.”

Copia did what he always did—immediately what was told. He took a sip from the tiny straw. His whole mouth was awash with acrid flames as the liquid scraped down his throat. He nearly arched and hissed like a cat. “W-what was in that?!”

“Long Island Ice Tea—I thought you'd like it. The most alcohol for the least amount of money.” Marian cackled. “Enough with that unsweetened shit. You're up next.”

Copia clutched one of his empty glasses of unsweetened shit. “No thank you. I enjoy just watching you.”

“Why not?” Marian scanned the room. There were a half dozen people besides them on this impromptu Tuesday night karaoke.

“I just….prefer…”

“There's like five other people here.” She gestured towards the bar. “Four now, because I think that guy over there is asleep.”

Copia idly tapped the glass, blinking.

“You know you're going to perform in front of thousands of people soon, yeah?”

“That's different. So many, and they're ah…they're a wall at that scale, really.”

The little [INSTRUMENTAL] blocks started filling across the screen. She’d have to start singing again soon. Marian threw him a determined look. A hungry look. Her eyebrows raised and her mouth quirked. “Drink the rest of that. I'll get you up here.”

Marian turned back to the stage and Copia watched her ass in her tight jeans cross the floor. Imagined his hands across the nipped in part of her waist. He knocked back the rest of the burning concoction and dealt with the pain.

Marian’s solo ended and someone in the darkness actually clapped. She did an ironic curtsy and the next song title appeared across the screen.

Copia bit his lip and gripped the empty glass.

He heard the song. The fake organ refrain. The plinks and chirps of the most perfect arrangement of notes he'd ever heard since Bach felt inclined to start writing.

It was his ringtone for years, when custom ring tones were a thing.

Are they still a thing?

The intro ended, and the lyrics flashed across the screen, unsung. The midi karaoke track blared without any singer. Without anyone to help push the song along and give it life.

Marian stood there, staring into his eyes. Her smirk transformed into a wild, toothy grin.

How dare she.

How dare she let this song run down.

This perfect song.

Copia blinked again, this time keenly aware of how heavy his eyelids had become. He got up and his vision swam a little.

Marian was right. That was a lot of alcohol for a sensible price. And maybe chugging it wasn't the best idea Copia ever had.

The eight inch step up onto the little stage brought with it a surge of emotion. He was already singing the song in his head, trying to keep time. He wanted his intro to be completely on time.

Copia touched her arm with one hand, then grabbed under her chin. Marian laughed, dropping the mic in his other hand. She winked.

The horrible rinky-dink light set up was still unnaturally bright and he shut his eyes tight, leaning into the mic. He had to recover. He owed it to the song. “Don't go wasting your emotion! Lay all your love on me!”

Marian pulled another mic from the plastic pitcher nearby and joined in, trying to mimic the dulcet tones of Agnetha Fältskog the best a mere mortal could. “It was like shooting a sitting duck! A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck!”

Copia made a little pleased grunt, a nod, then swept his arms out theatrically, continuing, “I still don't know what you've done with me! A grown-up woman should never fall so easily…”

Something pressed play in Copia's heart. The program ran without any doubt, dismay—there was definitely something beyond the buzz of a drink mixed with a heavy hand. For some reason he wanted nothing more than to give the performance of a lifetime. He put a foot up on the stool, leaning into the bridge. “I feel a kind of fear when I don't have you near… Unsatisfied, I skip my pride, I beg you, dear!”

Copia glanced over to Marian. She was red faced and giggling, the mic forgotten in her arms. He threw her his own smirk, pointing at her with an accusing finger. “Don't go wasting your emotion! Lay all your love on me! Don't go sharing your devotion…”

Marian stepped forward into him, and his hands automatically wrapped around her. Her fingers brushed the back of his neck and her lips connected with his. He tasted something tropical, warming him on this dreary winter December evening. The empty song continued, abandoned, but her kiss was consolation enough.

Marian couldn't resist a little bite as she pulled away. “Told you,” she said.

“Eh er-well..I was going to pick that one next anyway,” Copia huffed. He shifted his weight and through the bright lights he saw a curious gleam of metal in the far corner. A figure had slipped into the bar and settled behind a table, a large square-shouldered rectangle. With horns. With a metal mask.

“Omega?” Marian stammered. “What—”

There was a theatrically wicked laugh from behind them. Terzo was standing by the stage, leafing through the giant binder of songs and typing in numbers.

“You think you could keep this place a secret forever, fratellino,” Terzo sneered. The Infernal Eye gleamed in its socket. “We’re singing Super Trooper next.”

Bonus Organ Cover Of the Greatest Song Since Bach Decided to Dabble (Copia's words)

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter one Chapter four My master list

Title: Chapter three

Word Count: 1397

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

A week later saw Eddie and Chrissy in her garage moving boxes around and laying a huge blanket over a couch to make the space bigger and more comfortable. Both of them had brought their own amps and set them up too. They had even found an old mini fridge and stocked it with chocolate, cans of soda, and bottles of water ready for practice. 

"Hey bunny" Robin greeted Chrissy with a kiss as soon as she stepped into the garage later that evening, 

"Stop being so gross and put each other down." Eddie grumbled at the pair. 

"No need to be so homophobic, Munson" came the response of Steve as he also walked to the garage. 

"Yes, me, a bit of a whore in the local gay scene, homophobic, that checks out." Eddie rolled his eyes before he walked away and picked his guitar up and made sure it was in tune.

"Chrissy, where did you want me to set this up?" Steve asked Chrissy, pointing down at the big bag he had brought in with him.  

"Towards the back, kind of centre if you want, makes the most sense," Chrissy answered, pointing at a vague space towards the middle of the garage. 

“So Robin, this is the first time we’ve properly spoken since you started dating my little Chrissy, she won’t tell me so I know it’s got to be embarrassing, how did you and Chrissy get talking enough for you to end up together a few weeks later.” Eddie quizzed, noting Chrissy blushing out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh, there’s not really a lot to tell to be honest, she sat next to me on the bus, asked me what I was listening to, I said The Clash, she said she loves them, we listened together and then switched between our styles of music” Robin shrugged as Chrissy got redder and redder. 

“Fuck off did she, what a lying little bitch. Christina Cunningham, why would you tell such a lie? You hate The Clash, always have .” Eddie cackled, turning to look at Chrissy who was bright red and trying to hide behind her hair. 

“I just wanted to listen to music with the cute girl from band, ok? so sue me.” She replied, sighing, his reaction was exactly why she hadn’t told Eddie the full story when he asked weeks ago. “Can we just play something now please?”

Five minutes later and the band was ready to start playing together. Steve sat behind his drums and everyone else picked up their instruments.

"Chrissy, you want to start a beat on the bass? Steve, try not to sound like shit ok, we all know punk drums are a mess and don't hold a rhythm." Eddie said, getting himself comfortable with his guitar.

Chrissy started with a beat that Steve apparently knew the drums to, and soon enough Eddie was leaning into the mic and singing. 

"I sit around and watch the tube But nothing's on I change the channels for an hour or two Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit I'm sick of all the same old shit In a house with unlocked doors and I'm fuckin' lazy" Eddie sang as he started to play the guitar with it. 

"Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind And I smell like shit" Robin joined in the singing and playing her own guitar with him. 

The four of them played the whole song and didn't miss a beat, ending with all four of them laughing. 

Steve and Eddie caught each other's eyes and stopped laughing straight away.

"I guess for a couple punks you two can play well enough" Eddie sniffed, putting his guitar down and heading to the mini-fridge. 

"The fuck is your problem, Munson?" Steve asked defensively. 

"I just don't want us sounding just like noise, bad noise at that when we play." Eddie replied, whilst drinking his water.

"So what? All punk is just bad noise to you?" Steve questioned, standing up from his drums clearly unimpressed.

"Yeah, it is. Just bad drums, bad guitar, bad vocals. I guess it’s good that most punk songs are really short." Eddie shrugged. 

"Fuck you, punk is more than the music, more than the drums, guitar, and vocals. It's about the people, the lyrics, the message behind the songs." Steve seethed, moving towards Eddie. 

"Oh yeah, because metal isn't political at all?" Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"It's really not," Steve responded, clearly pissed off at the other brunette.

"Alright princess, sit down and let me play a few songs for you that show you that a song can be both political and actually good." Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone. 

"No, enough of this dick-measuring contest, ok. Either shut the fuck up so we can continue to play or take this tension to a bedroom, giving you 5 seconds to decide." Chrissy said loudly, pointing between the two of them.

"Chris, baby, we both know they aren't going to fuck just yet. They need to pretend to hate each other first before it happens" Robin laughed. 

Both boys stepped away from each other. Eddie drank more of his water and Steve went to grab his own, throwing one to Robin who caught it without looking.

"I'm down to play more if Munson can stop being a bitch and play something that isn't just loud guitar and screaming." Steve shrugged, sitting down behind the drums again.

"I give it 3 weeks before they're fucking" Robin giggled, earning her a death glare from Steve.

“Well that was fun,” Robin said sitting in the passenger seat of Steve’s car. “It was really nice to spend more time with Chrissy. I still haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend by the way. Do you think she’ll say yes? I’m not sure she wants that.” she continued to ramble. 

“It was something, I really hope he gets that stick out of his ass before next practice, I can't be bothered with that each time. But yes, she will say yes if you ask her out.” Steve said, sounding exasperated. 

“You just want the stick out of his ass so you can stick…”

“You can walk home if you finish that sentence,” Steve interrupted her. 

Robin laughed, buckled her belt, and sat back in her seat. Steve sighed, started the car, and drove her home. Neither of them talked about how right she was.

“Eddie, can you play nicely with Steve next time we have practice? I’d really like this band thing to work, ok? Even if it doesn't really go anywhere I want to have fun and enjoy this.” Chrissy pleaded. 

“Fine I’ll play with the punk jock so you can have fun with your girlfriend” Eddie replied dodging a half-empty bottle Chrissy threw at him before falling over dramatically. “Tell my mother I love her,” he said, throwing himself to the ground clutching his arm.

“Lord help me” Chrissy laughed.

The following week after the first practice found them all sat around in Chrissy’s garage talking about the band and the music they should play. 

“We write enough songs between us, we could just do original stuff. I will say this isn't bad, Munson” Steve commented, reading through Eddie’s finished songs and notes for other songs. 

“Approval from Harrington, just what I've always wanted” Eddie replied, rolling his eyes. 

“Eddie for fuck’s sake, that's enough. He was being nice and you were a peanut head! That wasn't nice at all.” Chrissy snapped, punching his arm lightly. 

“Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry” Eddie mumbled in the direction of Steve. 

“Shall we talk about band names?” Robin put in, trying to change the subject. 

“ My list for names so far is this,” Eddie said, turning to a page in his notebook and turning it so everyone could read.

Corroded Coffin 

Be My Coffin

Your Coffin

Six Feet Under

Corroding My Coffin

Distort Mission

“They all suck to various degrees” Chrissy replied, pushing the notebook back towards Eddie. 

The four of them sat around for another 20 minutes or so discussing band names before Robin finally suggested The Spitfires. 

“Yes, I love it,” Chrissy said excitedly. 

“Of course you love the only one Robin suggests” Steve commented, rolling his eyes, earning him a laugh from Eddie.

[lola-la-cava]

May The Best Bass Player Win

gif not mine !

Bass Player Reader x Kyle Scheible

Warning: Smoking and Language

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“But we already have a set list!” Stevie exclaimed as I stood back, tired of their shit.

It had been weeks of arguing over the set list, the outfits and the tuning of the instruments. Honestly who could blame them? It was the Battle of the Bands.

Your average person from Sacramento wouldn’t give two shits about it, but to the kids who would collect Classic Rock records and CDs, taught themselves how to play the keyboard or guitar, and snuck out to watch local bands play at bars? It was everything.

I was one of those kids. Well, I am.

The battle of the bands was an opportunity to be seen, to be heard particularly by a big shot producer. We’d been working towards it since we formed the band. A lot of hours, blood, sweat and tears had been put into practicing, getting gigs, writing, revising, you name it.

And now we were here. It hadn’t even been five minutes and Ziggy and Stevie were already at each other’s throats. If you asked my opinion, I would rather they stuck their tongues down each other’s throats. It was crystal fucking clear this wasn’t about the setlist.

“Look, if we want to impress the judges and a producer that is bound to be in the audience we should sing Annotated Book” Ziggy said as he rubbed his forehead out of frustration. “It isn’t ready yet! How many times do I have to fucking tell you!” She fought. At this point, everyone backstage was staring at us. Well, them.

I sighed, “You know what, you guys figure this out. I need a smoke break”. “Really? Again?” Layla, our drummer, whined. ‘Don’t leave me here with them’ she mouthed as I pushed the heavy backdoors.

The exit lead out to a seedy alley where there were puddles from the rain and the pipes (and other mysterious liquids) and heaps of garbage bags thrown carelessly against the wall which stunk to high heavens. This will have to do for now.

My calloused fingers reached for the lighter and loose cigarette in my pocket. Automatically lighting with ease as I have done before.

“Nice coat”

“Thanks. I was really going for that Penny Lane vibe”, I chuckled. The figure got closer to me as they hummed. I felt their side touch mine, “You got anymore of that?”. “Mhm.”, I nodded reaching into my pocket again.

He hummed once more. I chuckled, “What’s so funny?”. “You know you should really start rolling your own. It’s better that way”. I looked up at him. For the first time. My breath hitched.

Wow.

He looked like he came straight out of a painting. His curly hair was covering his face, but the moonlight cast down on him; making his jawline and cheekbone seen. The boy looked like he was carved carefully by the gods, they sure took their time with this one.

“I-I’ll keep that in mind next time” I said as I continued to stare at him. He’s probably been stared at his whole life. Hell, he probably thinks staring is looking.

“My name’s Kyle” he said. Oh my god, his voice. I stretched out my hand, “Y/N”. Kyle seemed surprised, “You shake hands, huh?”. I shook my head in embarassment and let out a giggle. “Apparently, I do.”

As the night ran longer and the crowd inside bigger, we talked about bands, recommending some, shit talking others, and the works. He went on about this book he’d been reading called “A People’s History of The United States”. I continued to admire him. Observe him. I observed the way he talks about things he loves so nonchalantly, but there would be that glint in his eyes or smirk on his face that shows how passionate he really is. I observed his hand fidgeting with the bottom of his jacket while his other hands hold the cigarette in between his index and middle fingers. I observed the way his unkempt hair bounces as he turns to look at me.

“So, where are you from”, I asked him; hoping he’ll get the hint. Kyle chuckled and said “I’m from East”. “Well, Kyle from East Sacramento, it just so happens I’m from there too.”, leaning in to his side slowly. What the fuck was I doing? Flirting with him like that? I’ve never done that before.

I mean, in walks this guy practically carved like a statue from the Louvre. I suddenly muster the courage to talk like that, which for the record, I haven’t been able to do with other guys I was infatuated with if that wasn’t already clear. I would hate to have ruined this perfect opportunity. This was the right decision, right? Right.

“Oh really? No shit. Well-“ “Kyle we need you back here!” Someone yelled from the entrance interrupting him.

Well? Well, what?! What was he gonna say?!

“Look, I gotta run. Maybe I’ll catch up with you later?” The curly haired boy said as he put out the cigarette. He looked at me, expecting an answer. “Y-yeah definitely!” I squeaked out.

My thoughts ran wild as I was left in the alley. “Is he really going to talk to me later?” “Was he just being polite?” “God, what I would give to touch those curls of his” “Will I have to make the next move?”

“Y/N, we’re going on in 5! Get your ass in here!”

Shit.

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As nerve-wracking the preparation went for the battle of the bands were, the actual thing wasn’t that bad. It went as our average band practices and gigs went. Except for the audience being around 500 people instead of the usual two drunks.

“Are you sure you tuned your bass properly, Y/N? You seemed pretty flat in some parts” Ziggy complained, chasing after me backstage. “You too, Stevie, but that’s a whole ‘nother conversation” he added with a smirk. It was obvious he was only trying to get a rise out of her, but maybe not to the band’s lead singer. My god, just make out already! “I swear to fucking god, I will gut you!” She answered back. I looked back at Layla, giggling.

Luckily, I managed to turn to the front before bumping into another person. But not just any other ordinary one.

“If it isn’t Y/N from East Sacramento” well if it isn’t the same curly haired boy i was drooling over from the alley 30 mins. ago. “Nice to see you again, Kyle” before he could even comprehend, I picked up his hand from his side and gave it a firm shake similar to the one I did before.

“You didn’t tell me you were in a band”, he gestured to the stage. I hummed and then answered “And you didn’t tell me you worked backstage”. “Not actually backstage. I’m here with my band and we’re going on next” Kyle lifted up his bass. “Ain’t that something? I play bass too” I lifted my instrument up putting it side by side with his.

I sighed, “Well, I gotta go tune this before we head back up there. Good luck with your set!”. Getting ready to walk away, he quips “Yeah you should go and do that. I thought I heard something off when you guys went up”.

I didn’t even know what I was doing. I got closer to him as we breathed in each other’s air. My head tilting to the side, next to his ear. “May the best bass player win”. Before pulling away, I made sure to brush my lip against the side of his neck. He sucked in a breath.

That’ll give him something to think about.

And that it did, when he entered late on the first verse of L’Enfance Nue’s set.

[musicthatyoucandanceto]

robin's opinions about sparks albums 1980-1988

this is part two! I posted a 70s version recently

Terminal Jive (1980) or what I call a sparks slay moment

Bops: When I'm With You (duh), Stereo, The Greatest Show on Earth (those last two are controversial apparently but I like them!!)

Flops: When I'm With You Instrumental (not interesting), Rock N' Roll People in a Disco World (my least favorite but still not bad at all)

WHOMP! THAT! SUCKER! 1981! love love love

Bops: Tips For Teens. I haven't heard anything like it ever in my whole life and I'm SO serious. Also Upstairs, and I Married A Martian, and The Willys, and underrated CLASSIC Wacky Woman. (I try to keep the bops to around 3 songs but as you can see I am failing.)

Flops, or two songs that get on my nerves for some reason: That's Not Nastassia and Don't Shoot Me. The rest of the album is soooo delicious so it's ok

Angst In My Pants (1982): this is a popular one and honestly I'm just starting to warm up to it

Bops: Sextown USA, Moustache, The Decline and Fall of Me (it gets stuck in my head while I'm at work), and oops a bonus one, Eaten By The Monster of Love

Flops: Instant Weight Loss (I just don't like it), and Sherlock Holmes if I'm not in the right mood for it. sometimes I am and sometimes I'm not

In Outer Space (1983) !! I forgot about this one when posting this initially and I’m sad about it!!

Bops: Cool Places, I Wish I Looked A Little Better, All You Ever Think About Is Sex (yes, the basic choices, but they carry the whole album and make it one of my favorites. Plus I loooooove Jane Weidlin in this <3)

Flops: Dance Goddammit? I guess? My least favorite on the album and it’s still excellent!!!

Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat (1984) ... not my favorite sparks album tbh

Bops: A Song That Sings Itself, With All My Might sometimes, and... Progress?? idk

Flops: Everybody Move (haha it's spelled as 'Everbody Move' on Spotify which is wrong!), Sparks in the Dark pts 1 and 2? but that feels like cheating

Music That You Can Dance To (1986): that’s my username tee hee

Bops: MODESTY PLAYS !!! fuck yeah dude she sure does, Rosebud, Change if you include that on this album and Music That You Can Dance To if you don't

Flops: Fingertips, Armies of the Night (🤥), Let's Get Funky

Interior Design (1988): kind of fond of this one bc everyone seems to hate it and I like to be contrary sometimes

Bops: So Important, Madonna, The Toughest Girl in Town

Flops: You Got a Hold of My Heart, The Big Brass Ring (but I'm sure everyone says they don't like that one)

I wasn’t sure where to put A Walk Down Memory Lane but I’m listening to it now and it’s actually pretty cool!! that’s an extra bop baby

[l-eternity-l]

-Loving You

summary. - when a young lady has a little bit too much to drink, a certain singer comes to her rescue.

pairing. - Elvis x Black OC

warnings. - age gap, alcohol, creepy dude

word count. - 3k

author's note. - ahhh okay guys this is my first fic. I'm honestly thinking about turning this into a long series because I already have an idea for a few more chapters. The only thing is I don't know what name to give the character so I literally just named her after me, but I really want to change it. I hope you guys enjoy!!! (also feel free to send request!!)

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MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE 1957 The Country Club

    MERCEDES clapped her hands together as her brothers finished rehearsing their new hit song.

  "You guys sound great," she tells her brothers as people walk onto the little stage at the front of the building, fixing the boy's microphones and retuning instruments.

  "We did just as expected" Luther breathed out "everyone was off-key, not to mention Raymond forgot the damn words" he takes a quick sip of his water before handing it to Mercedes.

"Oh, can it Luther!" Raymond speaks up "why don't you focus on whatever the hell you need to do and stay the hell outta my business" Luther sends him a harsh glare.

  "This is my business Raymond, fuck it's all of our business. These people pay us to put on a good show".

"Okay, so what!" Raymond becomes more frustrated by the second "all you ever wanna do is please some white man by dancing and singing like a damn fool, you ever realize I don't put effort into this shit because I don't care!" he throws his water onto the ground before storming off the stage. Mercedes sighs.

  "Why do you guys always have to do this" before her brother can respond she keeps going "always doin' something right before you have to perform. you know he may not be coming back" Luther shrugs.

  As far as everyone was concerned, Luther cared more about the music industry than anyone in the world-- blasting music and putting his all into everything the band did.

  He played the instruments, mixed the records, and wrote most of the lyrics. people may say that he takes some things too seriously but Luther never cared--he was going to be a star and no one would hold him back from that. not even his own family.

  "As if we need him, if push comes to shove we pull you up here and make Jerome a back up".

  "Hey" Jerome yells out "don't punish me for what ray did" Luther just shrugs him off, walking over to his brother Ronnie "Raymond just needs a second to calm down, he’ll come back after he's had a smoke" The boy tries his best to reason with his angry brother.

  Jerome and Mercedes were less than a year apart, their parents not being able to wait another second to try for a girl.

  Even though he's one of the lead singers, people still tend to forget about him, especially his mother.

  Jerome has no interest in being famous--by the time he was born his brother had already started their carer singing outside of their father's barbershop to bring attention to it. Jerome's real dream is to become a pilot --singing is just a small hobby to him.

  "I don't know why you ain't performing now Sadie" Ronnie speaks up causing the young girl to roll her eyes and lean up against the stage with her arms crossed.

  "Because the women specifically asked for a male quartet. those poor girls have a hard enough time keeping their men from cheating under their own roof, much less outside of it" she picks at the skin around her nails in boredom.

  Mercedes has always been the most outspoken of the siblings, the exact opposite of what her mother wants from her. The only one their mother actually likes is Ronnie.

  Ronnie is the quiet sibling, he does whatever his mother says--doesn't matter if it's something small as bringing her the TV remote that's right next to her, or big as donating a kidney, Ronnie would do it in a heartbeat.

  Even though he does all of this for his mother, it doesn't save him from being called ungrateful and useless--but that's just how things went in the Estelle household.

  "If it were up to me you'd replace Raymond right now, he's sloppy and he doesn't care about anything or anyone," Ronnie says fixing his bow tie in the reflection of a mirror.

  In the boys' defense, Raymond has been causing issues lately. if he's not showing up to rehearse late then he's off with some girl, it drives their mom crazy, which only causes her to snap at the rest of them.

  Raymond wasn't always like this. As a child, he was charming and loved to sing and dance when company came over. it wasn't until his mom and dad started fighting, he came a little devil.

  Raymond has gone through more than the other siblings--having to be the one who dealt with their mom and her outburst when dad had got done beating on her. When their dad had just died and their mom left, Raymond was the one to take care of everyone.

  After all these years, Raymond's care for anyone but himself faded, and so did his relationship with his family.

  "You know mama wouldn't let that happen. He has a great voice, he just doesn't like to perform. Thinks it's silly" Mercedes reminds her brother "besides, he's just angry because it's gettin' late and he ain't had dinner yet".

  "Well, he needs to get over it because people are gonna start showin' up soon. We've only got a few minutes of rehearsal time left" the girl pushes off of the stage.

  "I'll go try and find him, you guys just keep practicing".

...

  Mercedes wanders around the expensive country club in an attempt to find her oldest brother.

  After what felt like hours but was only a couple of minutes, she found him leaning against their car with a freshly lit cigarette between his lips.

  "I ain't goin' back in there" Raymond starts before his sister even gets the chance to speak "I ain't gonna make a fool of myself for all of those people. singin' bout love and rainbows and girls all while swayin' back and forth and dancin'".

   He takes a long drag of smoke before continuing "I'm gonna quit and tell momma to go get somebody else to do it. I ain't doin' this shit no more!".

  "Are you done," Mercedes ask, unamused by his outburst "because you have a show to do and all of your brothers are waiting on you to stop throwing yourself a pity party" he shakes his head.

  "You're just as bad as the rest of them Sadie. if you think doing dumb shit like this is what's gonna help us be famous then you go and do it. I know father wouldn't have wanted this for us, he wanted us to be stars, not clowns" he take another long drag "and I ain't gonna be a clown no more".

  "I don't care what you wanna do or what you don't wanna do, it's about what you gotta do. Fathers gone and Mommas crazy, we gotta make ends meet somehow" the boy tosses his cigarette on the ground and crushes it with his heel.

  "I can't keep on doin' this stuff Sadie. I wanna be able to do what I want with my life, not what momma wants." Much as Mercedes wanted to tell her brother he could do that, she also didn't want to lie to him.

  "Look I don't like the way momma does stuff around here either, but as long as we live under her roof, we have to do what she says." he runs his hand through his thick hair "We need you ray" she places his hand on his arm "Only for a few more years, then we can stop doing shows and just make music" he lets out a long sigh.

  "Let's just head back," he slides his hands in his pockets and starts to walk away from the car, Mercedes next to him "Mamas gonna be here in a few minutes and if I'm not there she'll just take it out on y'all".

"See now you're using your brain" his large hand forcefully shoves her away from him "Oww, what the hell-".

"Go find somethin' to do while we rehearse, you look like you wanna put a pistol in your mouth just sitting there".

If Mercedes was being completely honest, her brother wasn't wrong. they've all performed together since childhood, her and Jerome switching who'd lead, often doing duets. Any time Mercedes didn't get the chance to perform she felt an extreme sense of jealousy. Her mother only ever took her out saying it looked better with the boys singing, the boys are too tall and she doesn't fit in, and that four people on stage looked better than five. All this did was make Mercedes want to perform more.

  Mercedes and her mother didn't have the most loving relationship. After Luther was born, all Her dad ever talked about was having a girl-- after begging for years she agreed but they had another boy. This only fueled his want for a little girl more and they immediately had another child, even though Grace never wanted more than 3 kids. Soon after Mercedes was born, her father passed away from an unknown illness-- leaving her mother alone with 5 kids. Because of this Grace had resented her youngest child for years. Mercedes being unruly and never taking no for answer, only made this situation worse.  

She walked around the country club for a few minutes, trying to find something to cure her growing boredom. She feels an arm brush against her and quickly moves over to give the person more room, only they don't walk away. Mercedes glances up at the culprit. The man was older, maybe 25-35, with jet-black hair that was combed over and slicked down. you could see the gel glistening from the lights. He held a cigarette in his hand and sported a kind yet devious smirk.

"I'm sorry sir" Mercedes voices, quick to apologize in an attempt to avoid conflict. he waves his hand as if to dismiss her apology.

"Don't worry honey, it was my fault. What are you doin' here anyways" his gentle voice surprised Mercedes. Though the girl has never had a bad interaction with a white person before, she had heard many war stories of what her people go through on a daily basis-- this lead her to avoid them as much as humanly possible. "don't seem like the kind of place you'd find a nice young lady such as yourself," thought every cell in Mercedes's body told her to run away from the man, something else was begging her to stay--to figure out what it was this man wanted.

"I'm here with my brothers, they're performing tonight" he slowly nods his head.

"And they left you all alone out here, all by yourself" he sets his hand on her arm, a gesture that would normally make her pull away with fear, but the kind smile on his face seemed to soothe the thoughts that ran through her head.

"What? don't think I can take of myself" she says dripping with fake innocence. his smile grows.

"Oh the exact opposite," he moves his arm around to the small of her back, leading her away from where they stood "Why don't you come sit with me and my friends while you wait for your brothers, they're right over here," thought the situation feels off, Mercedes doesn't really have anything else to do at this party-- Not to mention, she loves the thrill of a little danger.

...

  Surprisingly, she ends up having a good time, talking to the men along with some of their girlfriends. They talk about music and performing while they sip on their expensive drinks. the night was going well and her brothers were putting on a good show, even though Raymond looked like he wanted to die the entire time. She sat beside the man she had met earlier, James. He had his arm resting on the back of her chair as he bragged about his yacht club and how much his soap company makes in a month. Even though Mercedes couldn't give a shit about his boat and his money, she did enjoy the drinks that the man kept handing her, Loving the burn of her stomach as she sipped on the fruity cocktails. One of the boy's songs comes to an end as Mercedes laughs at another one James' corny jokes. normally she wouldn't have, but her intoxication could make her laugh at a blank wall.

  "So," he pulls the drink away from her lips "why don't we get out of here" he runs his course hand up and down her knee, going a bit further each time "we should head someplace a bit more private". though Mercedes was so out of it she could barely form a sentence, she knew when something sounded sketchy. and in that very moment, she realized just how close he was to her. she clears her throat, sliding her chair a bit further away.

  "Yeah," she pushes his hand off of her leg, "I think I'm gonna have to pass on that" She lets out a nervous giggle as she takes another sip of her drink.

  "Don't be like that, I bought you all of these drinks and you're not gonna give me something in return" he leans to place a kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear "Come on baby, I'll take you to my boat."

  "Sorry Captian, guess I'm not the girl you took me for" the man plasters on a fake smile, sliding his hand back onto her knee.

  "Why don't you have another drink, maybe then you'll change your mind" she pushes him off again, the chair letting out a loud cry as she stands with haste.

  "I've gotta go check on my brothers, I'll be back later" Mercedes says in an attempt to remove herself from the situation. She shoots the others at the table a quick smile before she quickly maneuvers her way through the crowd with unsteady feet, using the wall as a crutch. A sea of various people occupied the dance floor as she tries her best to make it to a less crowded area. The girl spots some public restrooms not too far away and makes her way toward them, stumbling with every step. Once she's there she lies against the side of the building before sinking to the plush grass, resting her head against the smooth concrete wall, a nauseating feeling overcoming her. Mercedes knew that people got drunk, hell she had to carry Raymond back into the house several times, but what she didn't know was how it felt. Her vision was clouded and her head was pounding. it felt as though her world was spinning. For a second, she even wondered if the man had slipped something inside her drink. The distant sounds of toilets flushing could be heard as she tried her best to regain her composure.

  "You okay there?" a southern voice draws her out of her dazed state. Mercedes looks up to yet another white man with slicked-back hair, only this time it was a bit longer and more in his face. though she felt like she really shouldn't be talking to him, the alcohol had clouded her judgment.

  "Umm... no. I don't know" Mercedes drops her head into her hands "I drank," she tells him.

  He lets out a slight chuckle "Well I can see that" he sits down next to her, lighting the cigarette between his lips. "What's a pretty girl like you doin' out here all alone?" he asks. Mercedes knows this trick all too well--in fact, she had experienced this trick less than two hours ago.

"I ain't gonna leave with you" her words slurred together, getting to the point as soon as possible.

"I ain't tryna take you anywhere honey, just wanted to make sure you aren't here alone. My name is Elvis, what's yours?".

"Sadie, and I'm not alone, 'm here with my mom and my brothers. There performing tonight." he hums.

"Your brothers are the Estelle's" the girl nods "I used to play basketball with them. I remember when you were just a baby. Your momma let you drink at this age?" he asked tilting his head. she shakes no.

  "No, she doesn't. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her" he raises his brows, amused at the girl's response.

  "Guess no one can tell you anything huh?" Elvis's voice was laced with sarcasm. Mercedes- not finding his little joke too funny, rolls her eyes.

  "What do you want" you'd swear you could see the annoyance radiating from the girl's body.

  "As I said before, I just wanna make sure you're okay" The girl scoffs as she tries to push herself back to her feet, failing miserably. Luckily Elvis helped her before she slid back down the wall.

  "Well, you can go find some other dame to save because I'm fine" The amusing thing is that Mercedes is definitely not fine, seeing as the only thing holding her up is Elvis.

  "I'll believe that when hell freezes over." he moves her arm around his shoulder for support before he leads begins to lead her away from the restrooms "Don't worry little girl, I'm gonna take you to your momma" she immediately starts to resist against his attempts to move.

  "No!" she says franticly "Are you crazy? If she finds out she'll beat me 'till I'm black and blue" Elvis stops for a moment, trying to think of a better option.

  "Okay, then I'll go get your brothers. How 'bout that?" Elvis offers.

  "No they'll kill me too " she argues "If they find out I was talking to a man they'd...they'd...oh, I don't know what they'd do but I know it wouldn't be pretty."

  "Look I gotta tell somebody, I can't just leave you sitting here drunk outta your mind!" Mercedes lets out a frustrated sigh "I don't care how mad it makes you you've gotta chose somebody. So who will it be? Your brothers or your mom?" Though both options sounded like a death wish, she knew that her brothers wouldn't lay a hand on her-- the most they would do is yell at her for a few hours and act distant for a day or two.

  "My brothers have an intermission in a few minutes, they usually smoke by the car." Mercedes reluctantly tells him, slightly pissed at the fact he's so hell-bent on getting her in trouble today.

PART TWO IS POSTED!!

[s1ut4adamstanheight]

Adam Stanheight / enemies to lovers 💕 part 2

(ALSOOO if u can’t tell this is kinda based on that one song ‘Scotty doesn’t know’ by Lustra so if you don’t know ur listen to it RIGHT NOW)

Fiona’s POV:

I put on a tiny black dress and do my makeup the way Scott likes and check my phone too see if i got text from him, he's picking me up to drive me to his next show at some underground club.

I've been going out with Scott for a few weeks now, mostly because at first i wanted to get into music too but lately i don't know what I've wanted.

"here" My phone buzzes at his notification and i quickly put on some heels and head out the door with my purse.

I open the passenger door and hop in beside Scott, his idiot friends in the back.

"Hey babe" he smirks and leans over to kiss me.

"hey" i smile back, i notice him looking me up and down.

"you look fucking hot tonight" He nods as he stares at my revealing chest before he starts driving.

We get to the club and get out of the van.

"Adam i need you to be the driver tonight since we're all gonna be drinking" Scott looks at Adam and pats him hard on the back, I don't understand how he can let Scott push him around like that it's pathetic.

"I can't i need to get home-"

"i don't care." Scott blurts back immediately.

"do your fucking job and do what your told." Scott doesn't wait for Adam to reply he just starts walking into the club letting everyone else get the instruments from the van and leaving Adam standing alone and annoyed. Like i said, pathetic.

We get inside and go to the backroom and wait for the rest of the band to set up on stage and more people to show up.

"Fiona follow me"

Scott takes my hand and drags me to some private room down the hallway, the room is colored pink from the lights and there's couches surrounding the corners of the room. Soft music plays through the walls from the band playing on stage in the next few rooms.

"we can hangout here until i have to go on" he turns to face me and moves his hands around my waist pulling me in. I like Scott, he's definitely an interesting guy to be around but he scares me sometimes with his temper and impulsiveness.

"it's really nice back here" I let him kiss down my neck and walk me over to a couch.

The bright pink lights are nauseating so i close my eyes, also ignoring how Scott is laying me down on top of him on the couch.

He puts his hands behind his head as he lays down.

"how about you help me relax before i have to go on...help me calm my nerves" he says so convincingly but i hesitate and he notices.

"C'mon, you know i can help you with your music, i can even get you in my band, you just...haven't proved yourself yet." he moves his hand to me and strokes my hair.

I grit my teeth and eventually nod and smile.

"Sorry, i'm just nervous.." I sigh and look at him as he holds my face moving it down.

"don't be nervous babe" that nickname makes my body stiff.

"you'll do great."

I undo his belt, everything after that is nothing but a blur.

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"that's the good girl i know." he smiles and zips up his pants and stands up.

"I think the music stopped you better get going." I say as I wipe my mouth.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for this Fiona." He rushes off without a kiss or goodbye. I feel like an idiot but if I ever want a chance to be in a band it's this one. He's the only band member I know and he's giving me a chance.

I go to the bathroom and wash my mouth before walking back out to the main room where Scott is onstage singing while his stupid fans yell and excitedly sing along.

I see Adam at the bar drinking water. I guess Scott has him off duty right now. I walk up to him.

"No orders from Scott I guess" I say as I walk up to him and look at the bartender.

"What?" He looks over at me not expecting me to come out of no where.

I scoff.

"You haven't been ordered around yet." The Bartender comes up to me and I order two vodka shots.

Adam scrunches his eyebrows.

"Shut up he doesn't order me around." He starts getting all defensive now. It's embarrassing.

"He totally does. You follow him around like a little puppy doing everything your told." I swallow down a shot and stare at his face, very obviously mad.

"You act like I'm the only one, at least he doesn't get me on my knees with my mouth wide open before every show."

My smug grin fades away. Fuck

He scoffs when he sees my expression.

"Yeah you better keep your mouth shut because your no better."

He raises his eyebrows and chuckles. I hate seeing him all cocky thinking he's won.

"I-" I go quiet trying to think of something to say but Adams right.

"What was that?" He stares at me and smiles.

"That's what I fucking thought" he takes his drink and walks away, camera in hand.

Fuck him, fuck Scott, fuck this fucking club.

"Five vodka shots please."

——

Before I know it I'm infront of the crowd and I'm looking up at Scott as he sings. Laughing, singing and cheering him on.

The crowd is heavy and loud, my body is perfectly numb and my mind is worry free and happy.

"This is my girlfriend!" Scott screams into the mic and goes to grab my hand. He's trying to bring me on stage.

I grab his hand as the crowd cheers, Scott pulls me close and I get to see the huge packed club.

I look at Scott as he says something into the mic then turns to me, he kisses me on the lips while grabbing my waist then my ass. I can see Adam, way in the corner with his camera. When he realizes what's going on on stage he puts his camera down and stares. I bet he's jealous Scott's giving me attention while the only attention he gets from his friend is orders.

Scott moves back and ends the show.

"That was amazing! You where amazing!" I drunkenly tell Scott.

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me." He says charmingly.

"How about you Go wait in the car, I don't want any of the guys here to take advantage of you while I'm in the back getting my stuff."

I nod and kiss him on the cheek before getting off stage and walking outside. Honestly I'm no better than Adam.

I get in the van and see Adam, beside me at the wheel.

"Ugh." I groan when we make eye contact.

Adam rolls his eyes at me.

"You put on a good show letting Scott stick his tongue down your throat on stage."

Why does he have to bring that up making it sound so bad.

"Your just mad he was giving me attention."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean." Adam scrunches his eyebrows and leans forward.

"He only gives you attention when he orders you around" I try to act all smug even though he's right. On stage was a bit embarrassing and I didn't like being shown off like that.

"Well he gives all of his hoes attention like that so don't think your special."

"I am not his hoe!" I turn to him and look at him upset now.

"Right right." He smirks "your not just a hoe, your a main hoe, only difference is that he remembers your name."

"Fuck you Adam." I lean back in my seat looking away from him.

"Yeah? Fuck you too Fiona."

"Heyo!." Scott, Roman, Korey and Charlie burst the back of the van open and start putting their instruments in.

"Let's roll bitches! After party at my house!" Roman yells up to me and Adam.

"Jesus Christ." Adam whispers under his breath as he starts the van.

The whole ride there Scott and his band mates are singing and drinking in the back. Adams eyes are focused on the road. I guess he only hangs out with Scott because he pays him the most for his lazy free lance photographing.

"Oh Adam," Roman pops his head in the front from the back, the smell of alcohol lingers on his breath. "We are going to my parents country house so make a little detour."

Of course a country house, I forgot Roman comes from old money. His country house is huge and not just a house, it's a fucking mansion in the country. Big forests surround it.

We get to the place and go up the long driveway.

"Jesus this place is nice." Scott says staring out the window.

The guys drunkenly stumble out of the van laughing.

"C'mon babe." Scott takes my waist in his.

"This really is the perfect after party house." I say as more cars pull up, music blasting.

——

Dozens of people fill the old rich place making the bottom floor hot and loud.

I'm standing with Scott while he talks to some fans, getting all the attention.

"Hey I'm gonna go find the bathroom." I tell Scott before walking off.

I decide to go upstairs to avoid a crowd, up here is quiet except for the muffled sound of moaning through the locked bedrooms.

I definitely feel the vodka from the club and everything else I've been drinking since I got here, I stumble around the halls looking for the bathroom. I hear Scott's voice down the next hallway- maybe he's looking for me.

I turn the corner and see Scott with some blonde chick and belly button piercing. What the fuck?! I thought to myself.

My mouth slowly opens in shock, fuck me...Adam was right.

"I told you"

The voice from behind me makes me jump around and gasp.

"Jesus Christ Adam!" Adam was standing behind me and he too saw Scott taking some other girl into a bedroom.

"What the fuck.." I catch my breath.

"I told you your not special, you believe me now?"

I don't look at him and just look away frustrated.

"What does it matter.."

"I told you, your not special and your no better than me." He stares down at me.

"I fucking know, what do I do." I shouldn't have drank as much as I did now I'm emotional and I can feel tears pooling in my eyes. I Look down.

"Find a better boyfriend I guess." Adam shrugs and keeps walking down the hall. Leaving me feeling stupid for thinking Scott could really like me and not just think of me as a good fuck. Truthfully I did like him a little more than just wanting a good music opportunity.

Fuck, I'm such an idiot. But Scott's an Asshole anyway I've always knows I've deserved betters. Fuck him.

I finally find a bathroom in a bedroom. I wipe a few tears away not knowing what to do now, Scott is the only person I'm here for so what else do I do?

I walk out of the bedroom and stumble my way down the halls to the living room where a shit load of people are drinking and dancing with music blasting. Scott is no where to be seen.

I walk into the darkness outside for some fresh air. The cold night air is freezing making me rub my hands over my arms. I sit down on the front step and put my head into my hands.

"Ughh" I groan to myself, I'm a mess.

"Hey need a ride." It's Adam from inside the van.

Huh?

[dailyweezer]

Not a request, but!! Thoughts on Pinkerton?

pinkerton is their best album easily. or at least my personal favourite (i could see arguments for blue and ewbaite).

pinkerton is definitely the most exciting and interesting album musically, it has a feel to it that i don’t think any of the other albums truly capture. the louder, rougher sound is unique for them and an incredible listening experience and the lyrics are truly something special. rivers writes so well on this album and it’s really interesting to hear the brutally honest wording.

pinkerton was my 2nd most listened to album last year (just after black parade) with like a full 25 hours spent listening to it it’s incredible, 10/10 album

you know what screw it, track by track opinions:

Tired of Sex - really good opening to the album, it introduces the tone of the whole project perfectly. i’m amazed at how well it translates onto pinkerton from SFTBLH, they managed to change it just enough to provide a fantastic opening. the kind of drone on the vocals emphasises rivers exhaustion with his current lifestyle very neatly and the sudden bursts of noise starting up as the lyrics become angrier is gnarly as hell i love the loud guitar

Getchoo - this one hits like crazy i love the sound of the chorus, the little ah-hAH right at the end of it when it goes slightly higher scratches the brain itch just right. the actual characters of the song feel so real, the whole album feels real, and it’s actually mint.

No Other One - same deal with the characters, this is gonna mostly just be me reiterating that Rivers killed it with the songwriting here. absolutely love this song, the long, winding intro kicking in suddenly with the bM-bm-Bm-bm-BM is heavenly, it’s a truly lovely melody (i have no clue how music actually works) and makes for a fantastic song, one of the best on the album

Why Bother? - this one makes me go bananas it’s so quick and fast and speedy and other synonyms and it just mmmmm good track good song everything explodes and i love it. also you guys know Rob Cantor from Tally Hall did a cover of this song for a Pinkerton tribute album and it’s really sick

Across the Sea - oh boy this is it this is the track where my opinion gets the account shut down. it’s good man it’s really good this song really hits. like obviously the lyrics are- they’re fucked they’re fucked up, but they’re honest and the fact that this song even exists at all and weezer put it on the album means a lot and made huge strides in musical lyricism as a whole. i honestly really enjoy it. and like it sounds good instrumentally as well the little piano noodles are so funny and chimey and cool and the repeating of the actual “i got your letter, you got my song” tune by the guitar immediately after it is nice it makes me happy

The Good Life - fucking insane track blam blam blam i love it i love it i love it. it’s time he got back. the actual historical elements of Rivers life that tie into this track is very interesting in regards to the weezer lore. this is a loud song and it’s a crazy song and everything about it is good and everyone should go listen to the good life

El Scorcho - now this is the song of all time. the lyrics are so silly goofy i adore them, he’ll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon man (the sudden slam i tot he chorus from that line is so good as well). Matt Sharps back in vocals are really nice to listen to, it isn’t his best vocal performance in the songs he was on but it’s very nice, and Brian Bells first ever vocal performance on a studio album (pretty sure he sang on the longtime sunshine recording earlier) is slaying honestly. that whole section of the song slams me violently back into the wall with some invisible force everytime i listen to it i mean how stupid is it i can’t talk about it i’ve gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart. anyway el scorcho good song ay carumba

Pink Triangle - funny funny gay song. unironically though this one is pretty perfect the instrumentals throughout the entire song is completely solid and i mean the lyrics are- they put my kind in the weezer lyrics. (actual history element of this is one of my favourite pasty’s of weezer lore, girl it’s about heard the song and it turns out she isn’t even a lesbian)

Falling For You - this one is my favourite weezer song. in my top 3 songs of all time alongside MCR - Mama and Komm Sußer Todd. it is, and it doesn’t feel like it the first time, but it is genuinely one of the greatest songs ever made. just listen to it. listen to the album. every little detail from the japanese voicelines in static at the beginning to the perfect melody and loudness of the chorus to the way all of the verses flow like that to the way he says little old three chord me (such a good line such a good line i am so normal) to the screaming the title in the final chorus. it’s immaculate. i love weezer pinkerton

Butterfly - this track is divisive. most people either think it’s the only good part of the album or it isn’t worth listening to after the rest of it. these people are incorrect. it’s a perfect closer for the album, after all the bangers, this is the mash to make, the full- bangers and mash. i actually do love the concept of winding it down at the end of the album like this and butterfly is really exactly how to do that. it’s beautiful and a really profound and perfect way to call back to the rest of the album and reflect on all the beautiful themes and concepts touched on. and hey, if butterfly doesn’t do it for you, you always have…

THE BONUS TRACKS ON PINKERTON DELUXE

oh baby those bonus tracks

i won’t talk about all of these specifically but Devotion, I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams, Longtime Sunshine and Tragic Girl are all favourites of mine. blast off! too even though that’s not actually on pinkerton deluxe. Songs From The Black Hole was an incredibly interesting concept and a lot of the unused tracks from it or parts that were worked on to pinkerton also stand as incredible pieces of art

so in conclusion:

what have we learned today

pinkerton is one of the greatest albums of the 90s, one of the greatest albums of all time, and everyone should listen to and love pinkerton

i am so normal about weezer

[foxboyclit]

reaching up for sunlight

been working on this for a week or so, just a drabble inspired by Moving Feels, feat. fae

Your name is Faeryl Drathir’knif. You were taught there is meaning in a drow’s name-how your ancestors chose their own House name, wrenching free of Lolth’s claws in favor of moonlight. Your name is to honor them- oathbound to the moon’s glow. And it fits, well enough, you guess. You do love Elistraee, but everyone seems to get Her teachings in a way you don’t. Like you have to try harder than everyone else. Oathbound puts a lot of weight on your shoulders.

And for a while, you feel like that debt is unpaid, because you’re not a good priestess. Not compared to your sister, anyway. So you ditch the Shrine. Pick up a lyre instead. You can still honor Her through music, right? 

For a while, your Matrons scoff at the idea of bard college. Nothing’s as good as clerical arts, you should know that. They only let you go because you’re just so miserable when you don’t have an instrument in your hand. And school is fun, you’re really good at it too, if only you were good at keeping friends past the encore. 

And you love your home, you’re proud of your lineage, but this town feels as if a well has dried up and the only thing to retrieve is an empty bucket. You think, maybe there’s work elsewhere. Perhaps this elsewhere has friends waiting to be met, too. The World Above sounds enticing, with its open skies and bright flowers. Your Common isn’t the best, but it’s passable. So you take a leap of faith.

You get up there, and sweet Maiden it’s so fucking bright, and okay your Common’s more than a little rusty, but you can get on with Elvish just fine, and you find a shop selling large hats and tinted spectacles which help with the sun. The local taverns are happy to have you sing, but it’s best you stick to Elvish songs. Drow is a harsh language, they say, even though songs from home are your favorite, your only comfort in this strange new world.

The folks here are friendly, and they love your stories of the Underdark. You even get a few curious scholars who’ll pick your brain over lunch. They just can’t seem to remember your name. They spell it wrong, or stumble over the syllables, so you just go by Fae. Just translate your House name to avoid the trouble. 

You find yourself starting to miss home, but where home is remains unclear. There wasn’t anything down there, why do you crave a place so suffocating? Maybe your lungs weren’t made for this open air, but what were they made for?

Time passes, and you finally start to put roots down. You make some friends, fall in love, get your heart broken, make some utterly stupid choices. You’ve become more of a familiar face than not at this point, the sun becomes a little more bearable, your Common got the practice it desperately needed. Maybe one day someone will embrace your home like you did theirs.