#band tees are my latest thing

[littlemaple]

added a new band tee to my collection 💚

so far, i've got käärijä, queen, keith urban, sugarland.... now i just need joker out, garth brooks, and lost zone next ✌️

[thefreakandthehair]

“Oh shit, your shirt’s a little… uh, well, you probably shouldn’t wear it.” Steve grimaces and nods at the black band tee strewn across the bottom corner of the bed, crusty stains settling in from where Eddie had impatiently wiped himself down before Steve got back with a warm washcloth.

“Yeah, that thing’s a biohazard right now. Honestly, it’s fine. We can always get a redo, if you really, really want one, tomorrow or something. I doubt any places are gonna let me in without a shirt. My big scary tattoos will frighten the midwestern townsfolk.”

Steve places both hands on his hips and Eddie wants to kiss him.

Again, and again, and again.

“Just wear one of mine. Your jeans are fine, so here.” He turns around and flits through the drawer once more, tugging out a shirt and tossing it to Eddie with a hesitant smile.

Among the many rumors that have circulated about Eddie Munson, the one he holds in highest contempt is that he’s stupid. That he took so many tries to graduate high school because he was dumb, incapable.

He’s not.

Eddie isn’t stupid, and he’s been around Steve long enough to learn all about the courting rituals of a jock, about how his teammate’s girlfriends and partners wear their names across their backs to show they’re… well, theirs. 

So when Steve hands him a maroon tee-shirt with white hems, the Indiana University emblem on the front and Harrington written across the back, he knows what the gesture means. 

He pulls the shirt over his frizzy mess of curls and secretly hopes he’s right.

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[ashwhowrites]

Eddie's girl

Plot- the party agreed on 1 thing only, do not let the new girl meet Eddie Munson (fluff)

Master-list

Steve and Robin were talking at the counter about his latest date. Well, Steve was, and Robin was mocking him.

 “I'm telling you, she was insane. She poured half the container of salt on her noodles. Who goes to an Indian restaurant and gets buttered noodles? " Steve complained.

Robin rolled her eyes and said, "Jeez, Dingus, you have such real problems in the world." As she checked in, all the tapes were returned.

 The pair's eyes rose when a shadow casted over the countertop. There stood the most gorgeous girl they had ever seen. She had her hair styled nicely, a smokey eye look, eyeliner sharp as a knife, and cherry red lips. Her arms were warmed by a leather jacket; a band tee lay underneath, and they guessed jeans would be covering her legs if they could see. Maybe a pair of sneakers to go with the look. She had her fingers decorated with chunky rings and black nails.

Steve felt drool hit the bottom of his chin. This girl looked like someone who knew how to ruin your life, and he wasn't mad about it.

Robin felt a blush creep on her cheeks. This girl looked like she'd ruined Robin's innocence with one touch, and she wasn't mad about it.

Then she spoke, and it sounded like heaven on earth. "Can you tell me where I can find the horror section?" Her voice was soft, in contrast to how she looked. She stood tall and confident.

The pair of them rushed to go around the counter. Robin stomped on Steve's toe to get ahead. She smiled proudly as Steve clenched his foot with a gasp.

"Follow me," Robin stated as she led the gorgeous girl to the section where horror movies were placed.

As Steve was checking her out, well, the movie as well. He spoke up, "So what's your name?" Robin leaned in close to hear the answer.

"Oh, it's Y/N." She answered with a smile. She could sense the pair were in awe of her, so she threw a wink on the way out the door.

 "She so wants me." Steve melted into the floor.

"Please, the wink was for me," Robin scoffed.

Steve rolled his eyes, "geez Robin I must have missed the part when she said she was a lesbian. " Robin punched his arm and went on with their work day. Both are thinking about her.

~~~

Dustin was biking to the grocery store to pick up food for the cat. His mom was in some mood about being scared to leave the house, so a trip after school was on his radar. 

Eddie offered to take him, but he felt like it would be an inconvenience to make him drive him to the store and then back to the school to get his bike, but he appreciated his offer.

Dustin was walking down aisle 3 when he collided with a body that was coming around the corner. The person dropped everything in their hands.

"I'm so sorry," he quickly apologized as he picked up the bags of popcorn and candy off the floor. He went to give him to the person when he looked up and saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, including his ex-girlfriend Suzie. 

With a sweet smile, she answered, "No worries, cutie." Dustin smiled, braced teeth and all. He could feel his cheeks turning red and butterflies in his stomach. She looked older and more mature, and he loved it.

He didn't realize he'd been staring until she waved her manicured hand in his face. He snapped out of it. "Oh yeah, sorry again. I'm Dustin. Are you new around here? " He asked. It's a small town, and he felt like he'd seen everyone.

That damn smile came across her face again. With a smirk, she held out her hand, "The name is Y/N and I'm in town for my spring break. I used to live here but moved for college. " He was in awe of how her voice comforted him like a hug. He could smell her sweet perfume as he shook her hand. It was soft and the cold metal of her rings made him shiver. He's a freshman and she's in college. It'd definitely never happen, but you can't blame a guy for having a crush.

 ~~~~

Lucas was practicing his shooting at the park when he saw a girl walking a dog. He was dribbling the ball with Jason when he caught her eyes. The ball was stolen by Jason, as he was distracted. 

"Lucas bro, I stole that way too easily. You got to pay attention. " His words went on deaf ears. Jason looked at him, puzzled, and followed his gaze. And he understood now.

 A girl wearing a small tank top, her belly button pierced. Tattoos covered her arms and bracelets lingered on her wrists. She was gorgeous. She was walking closer to them as her dog quickly moved ahead of her.

 She got close enough that the pair could see she was generally beautiful. No makeup covered her skin. She was naturally breathtaking. Jason quickly threw the ball near her feet. He pretended it rolled there on its own. He jogged up with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, lost sight of the ball."

The girl looked up at me with a smile and said, "Oh, it's all good. Are you boys on a team or something?" She pointed to their basketball shirts with the team logo on them. Lucas ran over to join the conversation. "Yes, we are. Practicing for the championship game."

Jason quickly grabbed the ball and introduced himself, as well as Lucas. They both learned the girl's name was Y/N and she used to attend their high school when she lived here. Jason technically wasn't single anymore and Lucas had a complicated thing going on with Max, but you couldn't blame a guy for staring.

~~~

It's been two days since everyone was smitten by the girl in their heads. The group was meeting at the video store to wait for Steve and Robin to finish their shift before they headed to Steve's house for movie night.

When Dustin arrived, Robin and Steve seemed to be arguing.

" Steve I'm telling you, she's not interested in you. She was looking at me. " Robin huffed, to which Steve answered with an eye roll.

 "Once again, Robin, nothing about her screamed lesbian."

"People don't always look like lesbians, you dingus."

Dustin cut in—"what are you two fighting about today?" He asked as he placed his hat on the counter.

Steve stood tall, "Well, this hot babe was totally checking me out and Robin had the nerve to think she was checking her out. Which she so was not. "

Dustin's eyes lit up as he remembered the beautiful stranger he ran into. “Speaking of hot babes, I ran into this gorgeous girl at the grocery store. She smelled like a flower. " He gushed.

Steve cringed, "Dude, that's weird." Dustin rolled his eyes and huffed.

"What's weird?" Lucas asked as he walked up.

"Dustin, smelling cute girls at the grocery store." Robin answered as she flipped through a magazine .

Lucas laughed and agreed. " I saw this hot chick covered in tattoos walking her dog the other day." 

Robin began to wonder how randomly everyone was smitten by a girl. "Wait, all of us met a mysterious girl at the same time?" She asked out loud.

Everyone seemed confused about what she was asking. She rolled her eyes. "Guys, was her name Y/N?" To which everyone answered "yes" at once.

They all looked at one another.” Oh come on. Do you all like her? " Steve pouted.

"Like you had a chance, dude. I hear she's in college, too smart for you, " Dustin teased," to which Steve answered, "and too old for you." Dustin pouted at the truth in it. Lucas laughed, but it was cut off when Robin cut in,

 "And you have a girlfriend, so no for you. Which leaves me left”. Lucas rolled his eyes.

 All the guys said at the same time, "She's not a lesbian!" Robin held her arms up in surrender. " We don't know for sure." She tried to explain.

Then it all clicked in Steve's head. "Shit." He cussed. The group looked at him confused.

" She can't meet Eddie." He added to their confused stares. Dustin frowned, "Eddie's not a bad guy. Get over it."

Steve shook his head. " That's not what I meant. She is totally his type. The confidence, the tattoos, rings, leather jackets, and band tees. He'd go after her in a second. And with his looks, good hair, and dumb band, he'd so win. " Steve pouted harder as he crossed his arms.

 " Agreed. Let's plan to keep her away from Eddie Munson. "

Speak of the devil, and he will appear."Keep who away from me?" He asked as he walked up to the group.

The group went dead silent. Eddie started to get confused as everyone refused to make eye contact with him. He almost felt like he hadn't said anything out loud when Steve spoke up. "Dustin's mom. She'd freak if she met you and wouldn't let you hang with Dustin anymore."

The group quickly agreed with nodding heads. Eddie frowned, "Why, what's wrong with me?" Well, that backfired. Now Steve felt like an ass and Dustin quickly tried to save him.

 "Nothing at all. She's a very old-fashioned woman who thinks guys with long hair are no good. " Eddie nodded along, eyes questioning the group silently. He didn't believe a word that was said, but Lucas quickly turned the topic to basketball. And the weird interaction was not brought up again.

 Until the same thing happened that night as the group watched their movies. When Eddie excused himself to go to the bathroom, the group was talking in quiet whispers. Laughing, giggling, and slight arguing. He couldn't make out a word they were saying, and by the time he was close enough, they all went silent. He watched them closely. Everyone was pretending not to notice his stare and acting like the movie was the most entertaining thing they'd seen. " What's going on?" Again, silence. "Guys, seriously?" No one spoke up. Eddie was starting to feel very unwelcome in a group he thought were his friends. He was quiet the rest of the night, just as they all had been.

 The next day wasn't any better. Eddie was returning a horror film and was hoping to talk to Steve or Robin about what was going on. He spotted Robin, and she smiled at his entrance. He smiled back and handed over the movie .

Robin's smile was slapped off her face when she saw the title. It was the same exact movie Y/N rented a few days ago. She rolled her eyes. Another thing they'd have in common to talk about/

Eddie's big brown eyes didn't miss the smile vanish and eye roll. He felt his heart sting a bit in his chest. What has he done wrong? "Did I do something?" He quickly asked. Robin's head shot up with a quick smile. "Oh no nothing. I just hate this movie." and typed in the return. Her eyes were confused to see that it came up under Y/N's name. She eyed Eddie but kept quiet. The computer must have been glitching. She has not, nor has anyone seen them together. There's no way he'd met her and already had a date.

Eddie didn't quite believe Robin at all, but he let it go. As he headed to the shelves for a new film, he spotted Steve. "Hey Munson, how have you been?" Steve waved with a big smile.

Eddie eyed him suspiciously and said, " I'm fine. But what's up with you? And everyone else? You are all being weird with me."

 Steve shot the idea down and said he was just imagining things. But Eddie knew for a fact he didn't imagine Steve looking over Eddie's shoulder, a big grin lighting up his face, then back to Eddie with fear. Eddie went to question him again when Steve grabbed Eddie's hand and dragged him to another aisle.

Steve couldn't let Y/N see he was talking with Eddie. She'd come over to say hi and fall in love with the curly head next to him. So he dragged him into another aisle. "I think these movies are a better fit." He wished he had looked at the aisle first, because they were smack in the middle of the little girls' section. The racks are filled with pink princesses and unicorns. Eddie coughed awkwardly.

 "Yeah, little girl movies aren't quite my thing, Harrington." Steve laughed along, a blush on his cheeks. "You're right. Sorry about that. I thought you'd want to try something new. " And once he saw Y/N walk out the door, Steve quickly left the aisle without saying anything. Eddie felt his shoulders slump. There it was again. Leaving him in the dust without saying why.

~~~

 Eddie went to the one person who he knew couldn't lie to him, Dustin. He cornered him in the hallway, by his locker. "Alright Dustin, tell me what's up with everyone before I shove your hat up your ass." He threatened

Dustin knew it was an empty threat, but he still shook in fear. A loud fake laugh left his throat, "Eddie, nothing is going on. You're just being silly. " Dustin was sweating underneath his hat. His palms were wet and his heart raced with anxiety. He wasn't good at lying to Eddie. It was like Eddie had these eyes that could see right through you. With another look, Dustin cracked.

 “Okay, there's a new girl and she's totally hot. And everyone has a crush on her, and none of us can go after her, except Steve, which sucks. But we didn't want to tell you because you'd so be her type and we didn't want you to start dating her. Because then I'd have this crush on your girlfriend and later it would be weird when you got married and had ki-" Eddie cut off the kids' rambling with a hand to his mouth.

"Slow down. I have no idea who you are talking about, so I definitely won't be getting married next week. and seriously? You guys were so afraid of competition that you all iced me out. That's so stupid. "

Dustin nodded, "It does sound stupid when you say it out loud." Eddie let out a laugh. “I'm sorry. And I know they are too. "

 Eddie winked at the apology and said, "I'm so going to use this against Harrington."

~~~

 As Steve walked into work the next day, he was racked with anxiety. Robin could sense her friend was under great stress as he paced and stared down the door. 

"What's wrong with you now?" She asked as she picked at her nails.

"I'm going to ask her out." Her head snapped up at that. She had a huge disagreement on her tongue when Y/N walked up. A huge smile was sent to the both of them.

 Before she could say anything, Steve blurted out, "Would you go on a date with me?" 

All three of them went silent. Y/N was caught off guard by the sudden question. Robin was shocked Steve got the words out, and Steve was amazed that it came out in a real sentence.

 Before Y/N could speak up, a teasing voice came from behind her. laced with humor and mockery.

"Harrington, what are you doing asking out my girlfriend?" Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulder with a smirk.

 Robin and Steve's jaw dropped. Their heads were filled with questions. Before they could ask, Dustin was running in, "Steve I'm sorry I spilled. I couldn't hold it an-Eddie? Y/N? " He looked at them puzzled, then his eyes grew large as he saw them cuddled close.

"EDDIE ? Y/N? " He screamed. Eddie covered his ears and Y/N laughed. She was very confused about what was going on.

"Um, what's going on?" She spoke up, from underneath her boyfriend's arm.

"Steve was asking you out on a date, honey, and you didn't answer him yet." Eddie knew he sounded like an ass, but this was just too good. Everyone was smitten with his girlfriend, and he didn't blame them. He was hooked on her the second he met her in high school.

 "I think we've got the answer, Eddie," Steve said, blushing. He spoke with a sharp tone.

"Wait, so you two are together? Since when? How do you know each other? " Robin asked, she thought Y/N was decently new to town.

"Oh Eddie, we go way back. We met in Hellfire during our sophomore year. We were best friends, then started dating in our junior year. We've been together since. " She smiled at the group. She loved talking about Eddie; it was one of her favorite things to do.

"You made a good impression, babe. You have gotten all my friends to crush on you within seconds of meeting you. " Edie smirked proudly. He finally had something in his life that everyone admired. And he was going to soak it all in.

Y/N blushed. She knew she was a pretty face, but she had no idea that everyone was so infatuated with her. "Wait baby, are these the friends that were making you upset?" She asked as she looked up into his eyes. She noticed his cheeks turning red. She embarrassed him. "Shit, sorry." She mumbled something into his neck as she shoved herself into his chest. 

He cuddled her closer, "It's fine and yes, they are. They probably didn't want us to meet because you'd fall for my good looks and guitar skills. And Stevie here didn't want the competition. " Eddie smirked towards Steve, who sent a death glare to Dustin in return.

 Y/N giggled at the explanation, "Well, for starters, Steve, you are a very handsome guy." Eddie cut her off with a pout, "Excuse me." She put her finger to his lips in return. 

“And I am flattered, but Eddie is it for me and that won't change. And for the rest of you, Eddie adores you, and I wish you hadn't singled him out because of me. I was always scared of leaving him in this town because the people are shitty. But when he'd call me and talk about his favorite kid, Dustin, some chick named Buckley, and his new hellfire boys, I was so happy he had people to take care of him. So please continue to take care of him when I'm gone. "

 The group felt even worse for leaving Eddie in the dark. Now knowing how much they meant to him, they all quickly apologized.

"Baby, that is even more embarrassing. We are leaving. " Eddie pouted as he grabbed her arm and led her to the door. She rolled her eyes and pecked his lips, which had turned into a frown. Feeling her lipstick mark on his lips caused him to smile. Eddie was never one for a quick kiss; he dove his tongue straight into her mouth without missing a beat. He heard gags from around him as he dove his hand into the back pocket of her tight jeans.

He pulled away and placed her ahead with his hand on her back as he was going to open the door. The door opened before them, and there stood Billy Hargrove. He checked Y/N up and down, and a smirk landed on his face.

Before he could even get a word out, the group and Eddie, all together, yelled "NO."

[gilbertscurls]

Everywhere ➵ Chris Sturniolo

The late afternoon sun bathed the street in a warm golden hue as you strolled toward the park, your thoughts drifting aimlessly. It had been one of those quiet days, the kind where time seemed to stretch out endlessly, leaving you too much space to think. You smiled to yourself, recalling the latest video Chris and his brothers had uploaded to their wildly popular YouTube channel.

Even though you’d known the trio for years—Chris, Nick, and Matt had been your friends since high school—it still amazed you to see how far they’d come. Their videos were blowing up, and the world was finally seeing what you’d known all along: the Sturniolo brothers were something special. But it wasn’t their success that had your head in the clouds today.

It was Chris.

He had always been the life of the group, the one who could make you laugh until your sides hurt. But somewhere along the way, the feeling you got when you were around him changed. It had become more intense, harder to ignore, and now… He was everywhere.

Every time you opened her phone, he was there—his smile, his laugh, his playful antics with Nick and Matt. Even when you weren’t scrolling through social media, something reminded you of him. A song on the radio, a phrase someone said in passing—everything seemed to lead back to Chris.

You reached the park and found your usual spot beneath a sprawling oak tree. Chris had texted you earlier, asking if you wanted to hang out, just the two of you. It wasn’t unusual, but today, there was a nervous energy buzzing under your skin. You didn’t know why.

Maybe it was because of that stupid dream you’d had the other night, where he’d leaned in close, his hand brushing your cheek as he whispered your name. You had woken up in a daze, the feeling of his touch lingering even after you opened her eyes. Ever since then, you couldn’t shake the thought of what it would be like if Chris saw you the same way you saw him.

Before you could dive too deeply into your thoughts, you heard his voice.

“Hey!”

You turned and saw Chris jogging toward you, his face lit up in that familiar grin that always made your heart skip a beat. He wore a faded band tee and baggy jeans, his hair tousled from the wind, and as always, he looked effortlessly good. You waved as he approached, your pulse quickening.

"Hey," you greeted him as he flopped down on the grass beside you, his usual carefree energy radiating off him.

You sat in comfortable silence for a while, just watching the world go by. Chris was always easy to be around—you never had to force conversation or feel like she needed to entertain you. He was like a constant presence, always there, even when words weren’t.

“You’ve been quiet today,” Chris said after a while, glancing over at you.

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” He leaned back on his hands, his eyes studying you in that way that made it impossible for you to lie.

You bit her lip. “Just… Stuff.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Stuff, huh? You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

You laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly. “Fine. Thinking about you. Happy?”

His grin faltered for a split second, but it was so quick you almost missed it. He sat up straighter, his voice softer now. “Thinking about me? Why?”

You felt her cheeks heat up. “I don’t know. You’ve just been… Everywhere lately. On my phone, on my mind.” You forced a laugh, trying to downplay it. “It’s like I can’t escape you.”

Chris didn’t laugh like you thought he would. Instead, he stared at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were trying to figure something out. The silence stretched between you, and for the first time, it felt a little heavy, like there was something unsaid hanging in the air.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked, his tone more serious than usual.

You blinked, caught off guard by his question. “No, it’s not bad. It’s just… I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been thinking about us.”

His expression softened, and he leaned in a little closer, his voice low. “What about us?”

You hesitated, suddenly feeling vulnerable. This wasn’t how you had imagined this conversation going. You hadn’t planned on telling him, hadn’t even planned on confronting these feelings, but now that the moment was here, it felt impossible to hold back.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But lately, I just… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Chris was silent for a moment, and for the first time, you noticed the shift in his expression. There was no teasing grin, no playful glint in his eyes. Instead, he looked at you with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice soft but steady, “I’ve been thinking about you too. For a long time.”

Your heart stopped. “What do you mean?”

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture you recognized. “I mean… It’s not just you who’s been seeing me everywhere. I can’t stop thinking about you either. Every time we hang out, every time I see you, it’s like you’re all I can focus on. It’s driving me crazy.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected this. You hadn’t expected him to feel the same way.

“I thought I was imagining things,” you admitted, your voice shaky. “I didn’t think you felt that way.”

Chris let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Are you kidding me? I’ve been trying to hide it for months.”

The vulnerability in his voice was something you weren’t used to hearing from him. Chris was always so carefree, so lighthearted, but now there was a weight to his words that made your heart ache.

“So, what do we do?” you asked quietly, your eyes searching his.

He reached out, his hand finding yours, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to fade away—the noise of the city, the buzz of the world. It was just you, sitting under the oak tree, with years of friendship and something more finally coming to the surface.

“Maybe we stop pretending we don’t feel what we feel,” he said, his voice soft but sure. “And see what happens.”

You looked down at your hands, your thumb brushing against his. “What if it changes everything?”

Chris smiled, and this time, it wasn’t teasing. It was warm, genuine. “Maybe it will. But maybe that’s okay.”

You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The weight of the moment hung between them, heavy with possibility and uncertainty. But as Chris leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, tentative kiss, all the fears, all the questions melted away.

In that moment, it didn’t matter what might change, what risks you were taking. All that mattered was the way he felt—everywhere.

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[kafka-ish]

part 2 of your latest work? 🙏🏽🙏🏽

part 1!!

To be fair it was Art’s fault really. He was the one who told you to talk to Patrick… or not talk to him. He was the one to suggest you all move in originally… But he didn’t know you’d take it the wrong way. He should’ve been more blunt, stated things more clearly. But it’s too late. Now he has two roommates who walk around the house practically naked because he started it.

And it’s not like it starts out that way. First you’re just wearing Patrick’s shirts. He doesn’t catch on what you’re doing until he’s missing a few of his band tees in the pile he keeps on the floor. It’s not long until he sees where they’ve gone to. He catches you in the living room watching the news and he just stands in the hall, smirking.

“Is that my shirt?” He asks one day.

“Is it? I never see you wearing one.”

“Funny. Give it back now.”

“No, Patrick. I washed it.”

“I bought it.”

“No, Patrick. Your dad bought it.” God you get under his skin. He wants to rip his shirt off that you have on but you’re already walking away.

You don't hate Patrick you just hate how entitled he is. You hate that he's just there... kind of like a fly on the wall or a mascara stain. Just won't go away. Always hogging the couch either spread out or laying down. Always facetiming his girlfriend loudly, not bothering to go in the other room or put in earphones. And it's not regular conversation. They're always arguing. Patrick, are you smoking again? No, he says, slipping his vape into his sleeve, ghosting the hit he just took. Mainly, you hate his dad's bank account. You wish he'd get cut off, or at least get a part time job. You tell him the mall's hiring and don't worry, macy's hires felons.

"I'm not a--"

"Well there was that one time," Art says, now that he thinks about it.

"Okay but it wasn't like I was arrested."

It's summer and the ac isn't working. Maybe that's what started it. You lounging around in strappy bikinis all day to get back at Patrick.

"I'm going to the beach later, I just wanted to get ready."

"Yeah, sure. Later was five hours ago."

"Patrick, please. It's so hot. It's killing me." It's killing him too. You’re stretched out on the couch. You finally have it to yourself. Sweat beads from your forehead. Your neck. Your collarbone onto your chest. Patrick watches this while Nancy Pelosi talks about the affirmative action movement.

“What’s with you and politics?”

“Some of our lives actually depend on it.” You look at Patrick. It’s such a pity. He has such a great face yet nothing good to say.

One day you actually do go to the beach. You need someone to apply your sunscreen and Art would normally do it but he’s out, playing tennis or with his friends. You have to ask Patrick. Any other day, you'd mind, but it's 110 outside, hotter in the house. Feels like you're on the sun. Besides, you want to catch a tan and lately you like how predictable Patrick is. You always know where he is. He keeps people from breaking in.

"Can you get my back?" you ask, turning around for him.

"Gave your servant the day off?" He's referring to Art. Nonetheless, he stands up. Starts with your shoulders. His calloused hands rub the lotion in like he's giving you a massage.

"Figured he deserves one." Patrick chuckles. At least you can see the bias his own best friend has for you too. His hands get lower and it takes everything you have to not fall into him. "Finally going to the beach? Not just here to tease me?"

"Your hands aren't the only thing that need watching. God, you're such a perv."

"C'mon, you're just mad 'cause you've never been touched there." He starts playing with one of the strings before you can pull away. You reach in your purse, pull out a mini linen dress. Slip it on and get some satisfaction out of depriving Patrick of something. Make a jab about how you're covering up so you won't have to worry about getting taken advantage of by guys like him. He says something like, "just because I have a big dick doesn't mean I am one."

"Just ask your dad to pay for the ac."

[bunnylovesani]

Miss Congeniality

Chapter 1

Content warnings: suggestive and derogative language, reader being humiliated, mentions of panties and arousal

WC: 2.4k

You stared at the clock and huffed, it was 10 minutes past midnight. Your older brother Jaden and his best friend Anakin should’ve come home by now.

“Good night honey, don’t stay up too late, you need your beauty sleep for the pageant tomorrow!” your mother cooed as she walked past your door, peering into your admittedly childishly decorated bedroom.

You had turned 19 last month but still hadn’t gotten over your fixation for all things pink and frilly, your walls adored with posters of your favourite singers and your bedsheets decorated with petite lace bows on every corner. You wrapped your satin bedrobe tight around yourself as you got up and headed downstairs to the lounge, where you’d spent many nights staring at the door waiting for your favourite boys to come home from their escapades.

Your gaze settled on a large framed photo of you resting on the mantlepiece, wearing a pageant crown and smiling gracefully. Sure, you were mommy and daddy’s pride and joy, the most beautiful girl in the county and latest winner of the teen Miss Naboo competition, but you were bored. A whole lifetime of always being the good girl had taken its toll and left you with a feeling of discontenment and envy. You saw the way other girls had fun, sneaking out at night and going to parties with handsome boys- Anakin always had a crowd of women swarming him and you hated that you felt jealous at the attention he gave them.

You knew ultimately you were above all that, you knew that you were saving yourself for a worthy man, one who would appreciate the efforts you made to keep yourself pure. But sometimes, when you saw the veins snaking their way down Ani’s arms, with his black band tees rolled up to his muscular elbows and his plump lips playing with his tongue piercing, you feared you might not be able to hold back much longer. As if your thoughts summoned him, the door swung open and the raucous laughter of the boys filled the stately family home.

“Did you see the way that chick was giving me fuck-me eyes? She totally wants it, I’ve got half a mind to - oh. Sis, what are you doing still up?” Jaden’s face fell as he hung his coat up.

“I was just making myself a cup of cocoa, trying to soothe my nerves for the competition tomorrow.” You lied. You couldn’t care less about the pageant and you didn’t even really like cocoa. You just wanted to be there to catch a glimpse of your favourite emo boy.

“Oh yeah, forgot that shit was tomorrow. Do I still have to drive you?” Jaden rolled his eyes, he never did understand the appeal of being paraded around like a prized pig.

“No, I presumed you’d be too inebriated from the night before so I asked daddy already.” You happily chittered, unconsciously raising your nightie just a little so that your brother’s friend might catch a better glimpse of your freshly moisturised, strawberry scented thighs. He didn’t pay it any notice as per usual, not that it stopped you from trying.

“Ah you know me too well.” Jaden chuckled “Good luck with that, let’s go Anakin.”

“Wait, wait! How was your night? Did you guys have fun?” You pouted, big doe eyes staring at them in disappointment to have not been filled in on their nighttime adventures.

“Oh you don’t wanna hear about that sweetheart” Ani finally spoke, smirking. “Your brother is quite the Cassanova.”

“That’s enough of that, off to bed with you” Jaden interrupted him, motioning for you to leave before slipping into the kitchen to help himself to the pot of fresh cocoa you’d made.

“You know, you look really creepy when you’re sat there like that right in front of the door. At least turn on a lamp or some shit.” Anakin uttered harshly, making your cheeks burn up with embarassment.

“Um, I, I’m sorry? I’ll make sure the place is lit up like a christmas tree next time.” You muttered, staring at the ground and silently cursing your obedient nature. God, he had a way of making you feel small. The slight smirk that creeped up on his face made you suspect that he liked that.

“Now that I think about it, why is it that you happen to be in the living room every time I come through the door? Do you wanna hang out with us that bad?” Anakin sniggered in that signature cocky way only he knows how.

“Oh shut up, I have better things to do than to sit around smoking joints with 2 college dropouts.” You rolled your eyes, was it that obvious? Clearly you would have to find a better cover than drinking hot chocolate.

“Goddamn, this cocoa tastes like shit. Are you sure you didn’t make it with mud?!” Jaden emerged from the kitchen sipping from his mug and scowling, eliciting a cackle from Anakin. “Don’t ever try cooking sis, stick to looking pretty in dresses.” he tousled your hair as he walked past you and up the stairs to his room. Anakin gave you one last look, subtly dropping his glare down to your legs before smiling ever so slightly as he followed his friend. The second of eye contact made your heart pound with a worrying intensity and you had to calm your racing mind before the inappropriate thoughts started forming again.

It had been a week since the last time the boys hung out, and in this moment you wished it’d been longer as you sat in bed, enveloped in your pink fluffy blanket - huffing at the sounds of Anakin and Jaden howling with laughter next door. What could possibly be so funny that it induces such animalistic noise? Once the guffawing was so loud that you could no longer hear your movie over it, you resolutely climbed out of bed, slid your slippers on and marched over to your brother’s room across the hallway. As soon as you opened the door, the pungent smell of their sweet, earthy joint hit you.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re laughing so hard.” You cross your arms at the sight of them convulsing with giggles. “Can you cretins keep it down?”

“Apologies, are we disturbing your Barbie movie marathon?” A very dishevelled looking Jaden grinned. “Or are you watching Enchanted again? How many times have I told you, stop dreaming about Prince Charming, he’s not coming.” You furrow your brows, about to launch a tirade on your brother when Anakin interjects.

“Oh my God, what are those?” he points at your slippers. “Are you wearing fluffy pink bunnies on your feet? Seriously?” He covers his mouth with his hand to stop the giggles that threaten to burst through. You stare down at the dopey faces of the little bunnies sticking out of your shoes.

“No! I mean yes but these are old, mom bought them for me, they were just lying around and I’m kinda cold.” The excuses started flowing out as Anakin glared at you endearingly.

“Oh my God, why are you lying? They’re her favourite ones, she wears them every day.” Jaden sniggers and you wonder why you even tried to lie with your brother there.

“Aw, you don’t have to lie sweetie, I think it’s cute. Pretty little pageant princess in her pink slippers.” Anakin smiles and you’re unsure whether he’s mocking you.

Feeling mortified, you run out and slam your bedroom door closed- a resounding bang being heard as the bedrobe and nightie that hung on the back fell off the hook and spilled onto the floor. For their information, you were watching a documentary. You know he dismissed you as nothing other than his friend’s childish little sister, just a brat who couldn’t ever keep up with him- he was 4 years older than you after all.

But you’re not a little girl anymore. Sure, your favourite colour was pink and you pranced around on stage in ballgowns, but you were a woman now. You had come into your own this year and you saw the whole world differently. You had never usually paid any mind to the boys that circulated around the house with your brother- but now they piqued your interest immensely, one in particular. You’ll never forget the first day you really noticed him.

It was last winter, you had gone to support your big brother at one of his hockey matches as you often loved doing. It was the semi-finals and he had led his team to a resounding victory as captain, rushing the barricades towards you and your parents, arms raised and fists curled in a triumphant dance that you mirrored. He engulfed you in a callous bear hug, easily enveloping you before clambering over to your parents. Over the broad shoulders of the players, you caught a glimpse of him.

His dark hair swooped messily over his forehead, thick eyebrows furrowed over his piercing blue eyes as he hung back from the rest of the team, choosing to avoid the adoring crowd and slip away into the changing rooms. You experienced a visceral response to seeing him in that oversized hockey jersey, so much so that you saw it in your dreams for the next month.

Suddenly, the unobtrusive guy who hung around your brother and occasionally teased you for the way you dressed became so much more than that. You felt on edge every time he came over, rushing over to your room to put on some lipgloss or change into a cuter dress before casually walking past the hallway a suspicious amount of times, hoping he would get a glimpse of you through the open crack in Jaden’s door. Luckily for you, your oaf of a brother never caught on, and if Anakin did, he never made it known.

Whilst reminiscing, you heard a knock on the door.

“Hey, it’s just me.” Ani’s sweet voice sounded. “I didn’t mean to upset you, we were just playing around.” You got up from your wallowing position in bed and straightened up like an arrow.

“Oh no, it’s fine, I wasn’t upset. I’m used to it.” You smiled sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But thanks anyway.”

“I meant what I said. It’s good you have a strong identity, it’s what makes you you. You shouldn’t pay any mind to what others say, least of all me. I mean I’ve had plenty of choice comments about my look but I wouldn’t be Anakin without the piercings or the headphones or the bad attitude now, would I?” He leans on the doorframe and looks at you curiously. You have to take a deep breath to suppress a full body shiver, you don’t think you can take much longer of him staring at you like you’re his next meal.

“What’s all this- oh my“ he spots your nightie on the floor and picks it up. “Who are you trying to impress wearing this missy?” he closely inspects the white satin dress adorned with a lace trim, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers over the smooth fabric.

“And this?” He picks up the scandalous red panties sprawled out next to his feet and observes them as they dangle off his finger.

“Anakin! Put those down!” You jolt up towards him in an attempt to frantically snatch them out of his hand but he simply holds them up in the air so that you can’t reach. You weren’t a short girl by any means but you felt like one next to Ani’s staggering height.

“Oh this is priceless, are you telling me you actually wear these around the house? Or is it to your pageants, do you have some kind of boyfriend we don’t know about?” He laughs, clearly enjoying this abuse of power.

“No I don’t, not that it’s any of your business!” You huffed, slapping his chest in indignant frustration. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look pretty for yourself.”

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t believe you. Because these aren’t pretty panties, this is a very slutty thong. One that someone would only wear if they were expecting to get laid.” His raspy voice dropped in tone, like he was saying something he didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Are you trying to get laid?”

A whimper almost escaped your lips at the unexpected question. Suddenly you were aware of how close your face was to his and that both your hands were resting on his chest.

“I won’t even dignify that with a response.” You muttered quietly, maintaining eye contact.

“Ah, who would’ve thought Jaden’s little sister would be such a slut. I bet daddy wouldn’t be happy to find out his little girl wears these.” He wraps his hand around the panties and subtly pockets them into his baggy black jeans.

“If I were really a slut then you’d be the first to know about it.” The words slipped out as you turned away from him.

“What?” He grabbed you by the wrist and turned you back around. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’ve never even been with one guy, let alone enough to make me a slut.” You admitted coyly, regretting the words as soon as they came out.

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” His gaze is so intense you worry your knees might buckle. “Something’s gonna have to be done about that.”

His fingers trace your collarbone as he takes one last look into your helpless eyes before turning around, smirking to himself as he leaves the room. You sigh a breath of relief at his absence, trying not to pay too much attention to the growing wetness between your thighs. This was not going to bode well for your vow of chastity.

Wait a minute, did he take your panties?

Next Chapter

[duuhrayliegh]

blowing bartender!eddie behind the bar whilst he makes drinks for the regulars and has to try his best to be cool. His knees are buckling and he's trying his best to suppress those throaty groans, but you're making things awfully difficult. He cums down your throat, and nobody is any the wiser of your filthy activities. He names a drink after you as a reminder of you.

bob on the knob

bartender!eddie x burlesque performer/baby doll!reader

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It's a peaceful Saturday night when Eddie thinks that you've officially lost your mind. Well, maybe not completely, but this was definitely something that you weren't typically into.

"You wanna what?"

The words are breathless by the time they leave his mouth. He doesn't know of a single time that he's been baffled, but you can definitely count him bamboozled at this moment.

"Well, I know it’s something you’re into and I’m comfortable exploring new things with you.”

His eyes flick down to your hands which you wring into the excess fabric of the your stolen band tee. Eddie softens at your explanation, and stands from his spot on the bed to approach you.

“If you’re not into it, we definitely don’t have to, but I know that when we talked about it originally you said that you were turned on by it so I just wanted to give us the opportunity to try it.”

He stops in front of you and drops to his knees as his hands land on your hips. Eddie can feel the lining of your underwear through the worn material of his shirt and he twists his fingers into the elastic.

“Baby doll,” he rests his chin on your lower stomach, looking up at you through his lashes and curly fringe, “I want to do whatever you’re comfortable with. I know this is outside of your comfort zone, so the ball is entirely in your court.”

That was about a week ago, and Eddie has been on edge ever since. He can't lie when you first propositioned him, he immediately wanted to jump on the opportunity, but he knows you. If you were willing to lean into Eddie's fantasies, then he needed to give you all the control--especially when it comes to this particular kink of his.

"Hey, Teddy."

You pop up from behind him, hands reaching out to pinch the skin just above his jeans. Eddie jumps away from you with a yelp, his hand coming up to cover his heart dramatically.

“Baby doll," he reaches out to you, fingertips grazing the bejeweled fabric of your most recent costume. "You look gorgeous."

Eddie hates to pick favorites, but he does--and he does so gladly. This glitzy red number that you’re wearing—in what has to be his favorite performance of yours—is definitely in his top three costumes. Just behind the pearl get-up that, in Eddie's opinion, can't really be considered a costume by the end of that performance.

He leans forward and gives you a chaste kiss, something that you've both deemed appropriate for the workplace. Eddie feels your smile against his lips, one of the things about you that makes his heart flutter. You hum against him, pressing your body further into his.

"Excuse me. Can I get some service over here?"

A buttoned-up man was tapping his knuckles impatiently against the bar. Eddie's eyes swipe over the jackass that's interrupting his Baby Doll's time. He squeezes your hand once before fully focusing on his job.

"My apologies, sir." Eddie slings the bar towel over his shoulder. "What can I get for you this fine evening?"

Eddie watches as you wave goodbye from behind his latest guest. He sighs heavily as the man before him begins talking--out of his ass to be perfectly honest.

"Well, you could start with actually doing your job instead of flirting with the dancer girls." Jackass loosens his tie as he throws the comment in Eddie's face.

"I do apologize sir. You have my full attention now, so what can I get for you?" Eddie asks.

"Whisky sour." Jackass stands from his seat to take one of the empty lounge tables. "And keep them coming without distractions if you know what's good for you."

Eddie clenches his jaw, he pulls a face as he makes Jackass's drink. The lights dim and Eddie can see the way Jackass watches the women on the stage perform. Eddie passes the drink off to one of the waitresses and directs them to the intended table.

Having worked in customer service for this long, Eddie has the ability to predict if he's going to have a slow night. Tonight just so happens to be one of those nights. He rolls his eyes as he sees Jackass hold up his empty glass and look back at Eddie expectantly.

Just as he finishes off the second drink of the service, he feels a hand run down his back. Eddie stiffens and goes to turn, but is stopped by your voice.

“Don't react. Just stay calm, okay?" Your perfume permeates his senses and the thoughts running through his head send a shiver down his spine. "Nod once, if you're okay with this."

Eddie's chest feels like it's going to burst as you drop down behind him, hands trailing over his body. The button of his jeans pops open, and thankfully, the noise of his zipper undoing is covered by the booming music of the club.

He leans against the counter while your breath hits his overheated skin. Your soft fingers reach into his boxers to pull him out. He glances down and just about keels over. Eddie takes in the sight of you on your knees, hungrily eyeing his cock.

"Such a fucking goddess for me." He locks eyes with you and tilts his lips upward in a smile.

This isn't the first time he's been able to experience you like this. Every single time you offer him your mouth--because he does love to use you like a little slut, oh so much--he goes weak in the knees. And though this hasn't happened as often as he dreams about it, you both follow a similar routine every time.

Immediately one of his hands floats to your hair, gripping it at the root. The strands aren't as soft as they typically are, he suspects this is due to the amount of hairspray that you have to use for your performances.

Your tongue lashes out against the underside of his shaft, and he shudders as you drag upward toward his tip. Both hands are on the exposed skin of his hips, and he feels the crescent-shaped sting of your nails against the bones.

And just as you give him the pleasure of enveloping him in your mouth--that blissful feeling he hopes never ends--he's snapped back to reality when a glass was slammed on the bar top.

"Oh, Jesus H. Chri--" Eddie starts to whimper.

"Dude. I thought I told you service, without distractions." Jackass huffs the words, and Eddie's eyes widen to a probably comical size. He feels you hum around him, so he pulls on your hair as a warning.

"I'm sor--" he clears his throat as you take him further in yours, "sorry, sir. Another whisky sour?"

Jackass continues to mouth off while facing the stage, giving Eddie just enough time to step back to grab the bottle of whisky off the back shelf.

He slips from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you to his stiffened cock. Eddie groans as he rights himself before you. He places the bottle on the bar and then reaches under your chin and stuffs himself back into your warm throat.

"God, such a good little slut for me," Eddie whispers under his breath as he settles in front of you again.

Eddie threads his fingers through your hair and uses it as a handle as he guides you back and forth on his shaft. His eyes roll back and his head drops back before he reaches out to attempt to do his job.

He manages to get the drink served with minimal snide remarks from Jackass, but it's without thanks to you. Every second that passes, you've managed to get sloppier and sloppier. He's honestly surprised that he was able to keep his groans quietened long enough for the brief exchange.

"You like being my little slut?" He hazards a look at you again, and it was both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing because he's truly privileged to see you in such a state. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, spit coating your chin and he could feel lines of it dripping off his balls and into his boxers. A curse because now he desperately wanted to cum down your throat.

His whole body felt on edge and he could track the sensations as it races through his nerves. One hand had the tips of his fingers buried in your hair, holding you to him while the other hand drifts to your throat. He starts to drive your movements, and Eddie widens his stance a bit.

The lights dim in the room and illuminate the stage, catching Eddie's attention and reminding him of your surroundings. The sound that emits from his throat is a surprise, but it kickstarts his release and his brain.

"Oh god, such a good girl for me. You like being a good girl for me?"

He continued to use your mouth, feeding his cock down your throat and feeling every movement with his hand around your neck.

“No, good girls wouldn't let me use them like this in public, would they? You're my little whore, my pretty little whore. My little baby doll." Eddie is utterly and positively a whimpering mess. Every bone in his body is begging him to fall to the ground.

"My little baby doll. I love when you let me use you like this. You love being my baby doll, don't you? Pliant little baby doll for me."

Eddie's balls tighten and he knows that he won't last much longer. He taps your cheek and meets your bright eyes that are still swimming with unshed tears.

"Not gonna last much longer, baby doll." He bites his lower lip, attempting to stifle his own trembling moans.

"You gonna be a good girl and take everything I give ya?" Eddie mumbles to you as he leans forward again, unable to stay fully upright.

"Oh fuck." He feels the globs of spit and cum gather around his tip as he releases into your throat. Eddie holds your head as close to his pelvis as he could get it and allows the waves of pleasure to engulf his senses.

"Oh my god," Eddie stills and locks his knees to prevent himself from completely melting into the floor. He whimpers as you swallow around his cock. "So fucking good for me."

You back off and begin to clean him up with your tongue. You hum while quietly tucking him back in his pants and zipping him up. Eddie follows your movements as you stand with your hands still on the waistband of his jeans.

He goes to say something but is quickly cut off by your lips. If there's one thing that he finds hot, it's how affectionate and downright clingy you are after any measure of sexual intercourse.

Usually, you would lay in his bed with the pale, thin sheets gracing your bare curves. He would trace your figure with delicate touches and soft kisses. If he was lucky enough you'd put on a small show for him, stripping yourself down from the clothes that you stole from him.

When your lips met his now, he thrust into your mouth so he could taste himself on your tongue. Eddie believes that you're one of the most erotic beings he's ever imagined. You lean back from him only for Eddie to place both hands on your cheeks.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You giggle after his response and sigh as his forehead meets yours. Eddie presses a multitude of kisses around your face as you melt into a fit of laughter. Suddenly, Jackass is interrupting again, slamming his empty glass on the countertop again.

"Man, how the hell do you do your job? You need to fucking focus on your paying customers." Jackass emphasized the last two words and cut a look at Eddie's baby doll.

"Watch it, Jackass." Eddie mixes yet another drink for the suited man. "You're still getting your goddamn drinks, aren't ya? Why don't you back off and get back to your little pity table?"

An appalled expression overtakes the man's face, and he quickly collects his drink and scurries away. Eddie places his palms on the exposed skin of your plush hips and pulls you toward his body.

"Thank you." He pecks your lips. "That was everything I could imagine and more."

Your features morph into that smile he loves so much, "I'm glad. That was actually really fun." You brush his long hair behind his ear. "I enjoy watching you squirm, you should be afraid."

"Oh, should I?" Eddie catches your hand and brings it to his lips. He brings his voice down to a whisper, "I think you should watch yourself. I might be more willing than you realize."

"I'm counting on it."

A few hours later you came back to the bar and Eddie presents you with your shift drink. He watches you eye it carefully before shooting him a curious look.

"What's this?"

Eddie's known for creating signature cocktails that Nancy puts as specials throughout the week. Usually, they're reworked versions of classics that draw people's attention. This time is no different.

"This is my play on a cult classic inspired by a recent encounter of mine." Eddie leans forward and whispers his next words while watching you take a swig of the fruity cocktail. "The Bob on the Knob."

You choke on the drink, covering your mouth when an indignant snort escapes your nose. You swallow the sip harshly before exclaiming.

"Oh my god!" Your eyes flick between Eddie's expectant face, awaiting your approval, and the drink before you. "It's actually not that bad."

Eddie laughs loudly as you walk toward the back with the drink in hand. Apparently, you weren't the only one who liked the drink though because not even two days later, it's the club special.

But only you and Eddie knew why it was really special.

--

a/n: anyway...yeah this isn't as good as i thought it was going to be but here we are

[letstevengrantsleep]

Bad Girl - ft. Eddie Munson (pt.2)

older!rockstar!Eddie Munson x younger!reader

summary: after working on your new album with Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin, you debut your latest single on stage at one of their concerts

word count: 920

warnings: age gap (reader is 20s, Eddie is 40s/50s)

a/n: this can realistically be read as a stand alone thing but if you want the buildup then read pt.1 here - please let me know if you want a smutty pt.3 to this :))))

masterlist

It's half an hour before you make your debut appearance with Corroded Coffin, and quite honestly you've never been so terrified. You find yourself standing in front of a full length mirror staring at your body as you mull over your outfit options.

A sharp knock on the door startles you out of your train of thought. "Dollface!" Eddie shouts, swinging the door open dramatically. " You ready for this? Corroded Coffin is about to bring this place down!"

He's got a wide smirk on his face, hands shoved in the pockets of his ripped jeans as he leans casually against the door.

You can't help but smile back at him as you sigh out, "I'm fucking terrified I'm not gonna lie. Performing with legends like you?" You bite back another smile, "It's intimidating."

Eddie nods, tilting his head to the side and smirking at you, "hey, you're a big star baby, do your thing and the crowd will go crazy." Standing there, he continues with a wink, "I'll see you out there dollface."

"See you out there, rock star."

After getting ready you head to the side of the stage and watch as Eddie absolutely kills it out there with the band. His energy is palpable as he stomps around the large space, completely commanding the audience with his undeniable sexuality.

The crowd are roaring with excitement and the whole experience feels so intense, to even be here at a Corroded Coffin gig feels like a once in a lifetime experience, and the thought of being on stage with them in a few songs time makes you buzz with anticipation.

Holy shit, you think, the energy building up as you wait to go on stage, this is really happening.

"Right, fuckers..." Eddie drawls into his mic, turning to side stage and throwing you a wink to let you know this is it. "I've been busy recently... writing some stuff with a friend. She's taken the metal world by storm with this fucking single, and her sexy vocals... they'll drive you crazy, trust me." He smirks at you again and raises his arm to beckon you on stage, "please welcome the beautiful..."

The crowd roars as Eddie introduces you and as you strut your way onto stage throwing him a wink, you swear you see his mind go blank. Clad in fishnets and a vintage Corroded Coffin tee that so tight fitting it's practically a crop top... he can't take his eyes off you. Eddie's eyes move up along your legs and land on your cleavage, you're stood there like something out of his fucking dreams.

As the first notes of your song starts, Eddie practically moans out the first line...

"Just lay your head in daddy's lap you're a bad girl..."

You've never felt so confident, singing your lyrics and performing with one of the biggest rock bands on the planet. Eddie's got that grin on his face again as he makes his way over to you. He can tell your confidence is growing with each beat, your sultry voice only empowering your attitude more.

Eddie wraps an arm around your waist and the crowd go mental, watching with anticipation as he leans in to your ear. "Keep going! Just imagine the things some of these guys want to be doing to you right now..."

You can barely hear him over the crowd but his comment still makes you feel weak at the knees. Turning to face him fully you belt out the next lyric, pulling his hand to trace up your body and land on your neck.

"Choke me 'cause I said so. Stroke me and feed my ego. I've been a bad girl don't you know?"

As you sing a smirk plays at the corners of your lips, one hand moving to rake down from his chest to his belt which you grip, pulling him in. If he's going to make comments like that, you're going to put on a show.

Once again the crowd goes wild as you tease Eddie, and as the song ramps up to the final line I step impossibly closer to him, singing...

"Come get it now or never, I'll let you do whatever, I'll be your bad girl, here we go!"

The song ends and you both stand there breathless, Eddie singing "bad, bad, bad, bad girl..." while smirking wide at you.

The crowd is deafening, but the only thing you can hear is Eddie as he shouts "fucking gorgeous, dollface!"

As you move to stand back from Eddie you find yourself trapped by his arm quickly wrapping around your waist and pulling you back in. The tension between you is so thick you can barely breathe as he stares into your eyes, looking for any kind of panic in your gaze... but all he sees is passion, lust for fuck sake. It's all built up to this. Months of waiting to get in the same room as you again and here he is fucking drooling over you like a teenager.

He can't take it anymore, and before either of you can process the implications of what's happening, you're kissing him. Deep and sensual and raw fucking passion running through you like electricity. It takes all the willpower in the world for you to pull away, knowing full well that Eddie still has a show to perform.

He's breathless, feral, and there's nothing you can do as he grabs at your jaw to still you for a second longer.

"Wait for me in my dressing room, dollface."

[ashleywool]

Incorrect HTDIO quotes: Homestar Runner Edition

Caroline: Soooo, are you going to Beach-Themed Restaurant tonight? It’s ladies’ night! Music, dancing, they’ve got fake palm treeeeeees! Marideth: Oh, yeah. I’d rather die. Caroline: Cooooool, can I catch a ride? Pick me up at six! Ooh! And bring plenty of cash. I’m gonna need at least five or six appe-TEE-zers!

Drew: Just explain to me what you were trying to do when this happened. Tommy: Well, I was in Barbados, hanging a picture on the wall. Drew: Ok, that tells me everything I need to know.

Mel: [examining the new lizards at Paws & Claws] Those things look straight out of the creature shop from some low-to-no-budget horror film.

[Remy is hugging a tree at Mel's request. Mel is trying to convince Remy that both of them were trees in their past lives.] Mel: Keep on hugging it. Remy: How did you get me to do this in the first place? Mel: Hug it. Hug it. Remy: And why do I continue to do it? Mel: Keep on hugging it. Hug it down. Remy: I don’t even like this tree that much.

Tommy: As for you, Kyle, I don't have a car. You ever see me in a car? No. Bye.

Jessica: We can form a band and become WORLDWIDE STARLETS! Caroline: Worldwide starlets get MUCH boys. Jessica: Or so I have read. Obviously, I'll sing and pretend to play guitar. Mel: Can I not get stuck playing bass? Jessica: No way!

Tommy: Er…why are you dressed like a ship’s captain? Drew: I thought that I heard that it was the latest style.

Tommy: Scott, I’m borrowing this milk for an undisclosed period of time.

Marideth: I love that blue screen. It is also my dawg.

Caroline: I dreamt that I was a French long-jump champion with eight wooden legs.

Remy: [responding to a snarky TikTok comment] Oh, Simone. You seem like a really nice girl, so I’ll answer your question relatively free of charge.

[Mel and Ashley are playing Mario Kart again for the first time in years, with palpable flirtatious undertones] Mel: You better beat this end boss or we’re all gonna die! We’re all gonna die! Ashley: AAAAH! It keeps making me jump when I’m not pressing juuuuump! Mel: OR WE’RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIIEEE

[In a flashback, Kurt and Amy recount the moment they first suspected that ABA was not the right choice] ABA therapist: Ok, Drew, then what’s two plus two? Drew (age five): Well, the force between any two charges is equal to the absolute value of the multiple of the charges divided by 4π times the vacuum permittivity times the distance squared between the two charges. ABA therapist: No, no, no, stupid. That’s Coulomb’s Law. Drew: Oh, right, sorry. Two plus two? That’s easy. Twenty-two.

[deathclassic]

tag game wedenesday thursday

thank you @iansw0rld @sgtmickeyslaughter @spacerockwriting @rayrayor and @energievie for the tag, it's really appreciated <3

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Name: Molly

Age: Twenty five

Location: Somewhere in Australia

And now...

Latest music discovery: I've been listening to a lot of south korean and japanese metalcore bands lately, really digging 'end these days' and 'synsnake' from south korea as well as japanese bands like 'break your fist', 'foad', 'c-gate', 'knosis', 'daybreak of silence', 'falling asleep', 'make my day', 'prompts', 'azami' and 'girugamesh'

Latest movie: final destination 3 i think

Last TV show you finished: uhhhh probablyyyy only murders in the building

Most recently started book: nope

Most recent trip out of town: i went to a funeral a few weeks ago

Most recent trip out of the country: never left the country

Most recent gift you made yourself: made? idk i have a lot of self indulgent ian and mickey drawings that are too obscure to post

Most recent gift you made to someone else: probably for the gallavich gift exchange where i drew a blink 182 inspired piece for ms-moonlight-inn

Most recent text message you received: from my mum 'i saw you in photos at bring me the horizon on twitter, looks fun! good spot'

Most recent text message you sent: lmao i sent like 5 to my mum after that one and she didnt respond to any of them! so the last one was 'here'

Last fic you read: oh! i re read @callivich 's masquerade fic this morning - weight of the world

Last drink you had: hot choccy

Last thing you ate: a piece of bread when i got home from bring me the horizon last night

Latest piece of clothing you bought: a bring me the horizon tour tee, a bring me the horizon hoodie and a bring me the horizon longsleeve,,,,,

Latest piece of advice you received: 'take the hot cross mix out of the fridge when you start mixing the buns so your hands aren't cold'

Latest piece of advice you gave: 'if you go down the sides of a crowd you're more likly to get barrier even if you didn't camp out'

Latest thing you promised yourself: go to sleep whenever you can

im really really sorry if you've been tagged and have already done it :(

@creepkinginc @heymrspatel @heymacy @gardenerian @stocious @transmurderbug @transmickey @ian-galagher @callivich @suzy-queued @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool

[fragileizywriting]

"luka! luka couffaine!" the reporter shouts, just as marinette's mother starts to call out her name.

"kitty, come look!" sabine calls from the cash register. "luka's on TV again."

"again?" she drawls, making her way over. her apron is stained full of frosting as she wipes her hands off on an edge, staring up at the TV that flanks the seating area of the diner. the entire bakery is quiet, watching the news, as the dazzling alpha perks at the mention of his name and smiles at the reporter who is doing her best to call him over for a quick interview. "he looks a little skinny, doesn't he?" marinette says absent-mindedly.

"anarka says that he doesn't eat all that much when he's on tour."

luka is sweaty, with that graphics tee plastered onto his chest in a way that has the reporter absolutely salivating with interest. an eclectic use of necklaces seem almost scattered across his strong pectorals; she spots the guitar pick she'd made for him all those years ago in the throng of random other jewelry. a dog tag. a crucifix. kitty section's band logo. all of it is coated in sweat and dew. his smile is wide and approachable anyway, peeks of alpha fangs poking from behind his lips. he's always wish-washy about if he wants to show them or not, not quite sure of himself if people want the alphaness to show or to keep it hidden like the world's worst kept secret.

"hi," luka says into the microphone nearly shoved into his sniffer. "sorry, i look like a mess right now. post-concert usually does that."

his hair is an absolute rats nest. he's definitely going to call her in a few hours and beg for help over video call on how to fix it.

"your performance was amazing as always," the reporter remarks. "we wanted to ask you a few questions; have you seen the latest dog or cat horoscope going around? we absolutely need to know if you've taken it."

luka's smile goes affectionate, though not quite exactly at the reporter or the way she twirls her hair with a finger. "yeah! yeah i took it a few hours ago-- a friend of mine sent it to me."

marinette had sent it on the notion that he would immediately reply with the usual: oh i saw this! i thought you don't believe in this?

you know i don't!

cool, but i do! so tell me what your results are?

it told me that you're a dogperson :P

huh. okay, okay, interesting... do you think i wag my tail whenever i see you, or something?

oh, luka. you poor man. didn't you realize you're whipped to all hell?

the two of them had bickered about it over text for a good hour before she'd gone to work and he'd gone to a stage rehearsal.

"we're dying to know if the quiz ended up telling you if you're a cat person or a dog person."

"i've got a cat at home," he teases. something about that look in his eyes as he looks down makes marinette's inside churn. she likes that. cat at home. his. posessive. his, his, his. his cat. "i wouldn't say the majority of my friends are cats, no, but the most important one in my life is definitely a cat."

sabine elbows her with a look. "see? he likes you."

marinette tries not to elbow her back. "i'm his best friend."

"what alpha has a best friend that's an omega, my love?"

"you wouldn't get it," marinette sighs. "if he'd liked me, don't you think he would've said something by now?"

the reporter looks unphased at luka's answer. "and did he take the test, too?"

"she's the one who sent to me."

"oh-- are you saying that your most important friend is a girl?"

there's where luka makes a face. "she's not watching this interview, so i can say this: she's my best friend in the whole wide world. if she heard me, she'd be gagging at this point-- that's why i'm saying she's definitely a cat. i named the band after her, too. that girl has been in my life since the beginning; it's her fault that i'm so successful."

marinette pinks.

"i love her a lot. my cat at home is probably my favorite thing about coming home after seeing my family, but at this point, she's a part of it, too."

the reporter is stunned.

marinette is stunned.

she checks out of the interview, walking back into the pantry, unsure if he means that romantically or platonically. best-friend-ically. and starts on a new sourloaf, wondering if she should admit that she loves him to the point it hurts.

[noraqrosa]

WE NOW HAVE OUR OWN STORE!!

https://odiohi.me/pages/product-categories

my albums, my singles, and some exclusives (including compilations, "bonus tracks", demos, archival recordings, etc), all available on my website

A PRERELEASE UNFINISHED VERSION OF MY UPCOMING SINGLE IS THERE EXCLUSIVELY RN TOO

in addition, we have merch pertaining to @kirlian-light's comic Magical Stoner Karen (which is currently being syndicated on my site), including the entirety of issue #1 of the comic before it's all made public!!

i'm still updating the store to add things that are missing, so please bear with me. everything in the store (at the moment) is a digital goods, so no need to worry about shipping or nothin'.

soon to be added:

Magical Stoner Karen shirts & stickers

MSK × Odio-hime collab merch, + other Odio-hime merch eventually (stickers?? band tees??)

singles & albums by izuku (@izukuleeyoung)

some prerelease & exclusive tracks

a sample pack; that is, a ZIP containing a bunch of the samples i tend to use in my tracks (with more to come afterwards)

more things???? stay tuned

times are very hard for me right now, as i still am homeless, so if you want to contribute monetary help to me, this would be one of the best ways to do so. i don't have to physically go through the effort of shipping anything myself, so that also helps a lot.

don't forget, you can watch the lyric video for my latest single "Decompose Me" HERE:

[leclercsbf]

was tagged by @charlosgoggles in this “get to know the blogger” type of post, so hey. tagging @sodacrispy, @ocontraire, @nyoomfruits, @c2-eh, and @birdmentality. feel free to do this if you’re down or if you’re procrastinating like i am.

name: jace.

sign: pisces sun. i do know my other placements but only because a lot of my friends do readings. personally i’m more of an oscar than a lando when it comes to my stance on astrology.

time: too early.

favorite band or artist: this is tough. this is very very tough. i honestly have way too many favorites, but i feel like patd is the one that i’ve stuck with the most. i get these spells where i forget to keep tabs on the artists and bands i listen to, but i feel like i’m always sort of in the loop when it comes to patd. that and the gorillaz. fall out boy too. if i’ve been listening to the band since i was a kid, there’s a huge possibility that i’m listening to them even now.

last movie: red white and royal blue. i’m gay, your honor.

last show: i’ve seen all three seasons of the umbrella academy at least five times, but my sister hasn’t even completed a single run so i’ve been watching it with her during meals. we’re currently halfway through the latest season.

when i created this blog: at the beginning of last month. twitter was going to shit with the post limits and all the other elon stuff so my friends and i decided to come back to tumblr. most of them still use twitter and discord more than they use tumblr but willy and i are here shitposting every single day.

other blogs: i have two, but they’ve both been untouched for years.

do i get asks: sometimes. i love getting asks. people can just send me whatever. i’m not even kidding.

followers: more than i deserve. i’m literally just brainrotting here.

average hours of sleep: i want to say four? or five? that’s about as high as it gets. i can function on way less, so sometimes i do function on way less.

instruments: i don’t play any. do i regret doing nothing but read, write, and study as a kid? absolutely.

what am i wearing: this is scandalous. i’m kidding. shorts and a tee. pretty standard for me.

dream job: well. there are a lot of things i’d like to be doing, but if we’re talking minimum effort and maximum profit, maybe streaming. i play enough video games so i might as well get paid for it.

dream trip: greece. i just need to see the parthenon and then i can perish, probably.

favorite song atm: i saw this edit a few days ago and i haven’t been able to get the song out of my mind since then, but other than that... i’d say fall out boy’s cover of we didn’t start the fire.

[pipsjornal]

As part of my recent interest into the punk movement and other music-related cultures and subcultures, one of the things I have been doing is being more conscious of my clothes purchases.

This is because in the past, I have been guilty of buying clothes that come from companies that use fast fashion to produce their clothes and mistreating their employees in the process. In the time between learning about the negative impacts of fast fashion and now, I have been ensuring that any clothing brands I buy new clothes from not only create their clothing in a way that is sustainable, but in an environment where employees are treated in a humane and fair way, with proper working conditions and a fair and liveable wage. Not only do I check this for everyday t-shirts or other clothing items, but for merchandise I purchase as well, such as band tees.

As well as this, I have been looking at charity shops when I need new clothes, rather than immediately going to a supermarket or chain store and looking for clothes that fit into the latest trends, but instead for clothes that are getting another chance at life and tat are more suited to what I personally want to wear. So far, my purchases have consisted of two different ties, which i have added as accessories to outfits, but I felt less guilty buying them, knowing that they have already been loved once, that I will love them for the time that I own them, and that there is a chance that once I no longer like them, I can donate them back to a charity shop, were they can be sold again to someone who will love them once more.

Finally, I have been upcycling clothes I already owned once I found that they either do not fit my current style or that they no longer fit me. One example of this was a jacket I purchased last October. When I purchased it, it was a sad beige colour and I only ever wore it for my Halloween “costume” and a few times after that on particularly cold days, but always under my rain jacket. However, I recently found some black fabric dye and dyed the jacket, in order to make it something that I could convert to fit easily into my sense of style. The jacket is now a variety of shades of grey, rather than a jet black, but it is much nicer to me now and it is something I will find myself willing to actually wear and show off to people. As well as dyeing it, I have been handmaking patches and stitching them by hand onto the jacket. The patches have been made with denim from an old pair of black jeans that no longer fit me, as well as some acrylic paint that I already owned, and then sewed on using some white or red thread. Doing this has added a sense of accomplishment for me, as not only is it something I can do for fun as a side project, but it gives me something that I can be proud of doing.

Overall, my newfound knowledge for the importance of clothing, the creation of clothing and the way clothing is made has led to me creating my own unique clothing pieces and me having more consciousness when making purchases.

(If I remember to later, I will edit this post with before and after pictures of the jacket)

[thelensofyashunews]

1Up Tee & Star Bandz Aim High With New Single “Click”

Unapologetically keeping it real, 1Up Tee is making the most of every moment as his rap career reaches new heights. Today, the Westside Detroit artist connects with Chicago riser Star Bandz for “Click,” his new single. Over jazz-inspired production, Tee looks back at his upbringing on the track, reflecting on his ability to beat the odds and make something of himself: “I turn my hundred bands to a hundred M’s, yeah yeah I get the money.” Star Bandz offers a fiery verse, dropping cold-hearted bars and promising to only rise higher as she grows: “I got paper cuts from steady counting up these sheets / I’m ‘bout to skies be the limit, I’m tryna go where I can’t reach.”  In the "Click" video, Tee and Star Bankz link up in Chicago, posting up on Michigan Ave and near Lake Michigan where they throw stacks of hundreds and show off their jewelry.

“Click” follows recent singles “I Did It”, “Young N***s,” featuring a video by No More Heroes, and “Accountability Pt. 2,” the sequel to his breakout hit, which inspired a memorable, ASL-interpreted From The Block performance.

“Click” is the latest step in 1Up Tee’s impressive rise over the last few months. Inspired by local rappers by Babyface Ray and Payroll Giovanni, Tee started rapping when he was a teenager, writing about the things he observed in his hometown, and eventually teaming up with close friend D Hen 1UP to release the mixtape Y.N.A. in 2022. 1Up Tee capitalized on his hometown momentum with the single "Accountability," released in 2022, framed as a conversation between two sides of himself–one side lamenting his lack of success so far, and the other side telling him to shape up and get to work. Late last year, Tee's profile began to cross out of the Great Lakes region and make waves nationwide: the catalyst was "Good Karma (Freestyle)," an examination about why bad things happen to real ones, which became a viral On The Radar performance and generated over 4 million on-demand streams. He kept the karma going with January's "Lose Lose," which earned attention from Pitchfork, racking up over 1.8 million streams in its first six weeks. His recent inclusion on Spotify’s Fresh Finds Hip Hop playlist and a significant uptick in TikTok followers highlight his growing influence.

With influential tastemakers like Pitchfork, On The Radar, and Spotify's Fresh Finds in his corner, along with strong co-signs from from Meek Mill, athletes like Damian Lillard and Marshawn Lynch, and fellow Detroiters including Babyface Ray, Dej Loaf, and BabyTron, 1Up Tee is ready to become the next rapper from the Motor City to become a breakout star. Stay tuned for much more.

[markee2013]

Welcome to another exciting episode of the podcast Ultimate Vibe Audio Music Productions. 

We're thrilled to bring you the latest and greatest in cutting-edge grooves and original sounds. The Music On This Podcast Incorporates Elements Of Funk, Jazz, R&B, and Blues.

So whether you're looking for the latest in Original music, That Incorporates Elements Of Funk, Jazz, R&B, and Blues with a dash of Fusion plus soulful Grooves we've got you covered. 

The latest Update is that there is a new Band project joining the Ultimate Vibe Audio Music Productions Stable that's in the works called The Ultimate Vibe Audio Music Orchestra.

As we speak, a new album is in the making, so I will keep you updated on this. 

Also, the new Merc shop has just opened up on the website We are proud to announce our new clothing line featuring the Ultimate Vibe print design. We have all your favorite tee shirts, coach jackets, bomber jackets, hoodies, and other merchandise. We are excited to introduce our new clothing line, including the popular Ultimate Vibe print. We offer a variety of merchandise including tee shirts, coach jackets, bomber jackets, hoodies, and more. We are excited to introduce our new clothing line, including the popular Ultimate Vibe print. We offer a variety of merchandise including tee shirts, coach jackets, bomber jackets, hoodies, and more. We are excited to introduce our new clothing line, including the popular Ultimate Vibe print. We offer a variety of merchandise including tee shirts, coach jackets, bomber jackets, hoodies, and more. We are excited to introduce our new clothing line, including the popular Ultimate Vibe print. We offer a variety of merchandise including tee shirts, coach jackets, bomber jackets, hoodies, and more. Go to https://www.seriousnubian.com/new-products-merchandise  or go to www.seriousnubian.com and just click on the Digital Shop Tab and scroll down the page also go to :  https://my-store-170261.creator-spring.com

Also, one more thing I didn't mention and that don't forget to join me to attend the Free Your Soul album listening party on the 30th of September at ten o'clock pm that this coming Sat go to 

www.seriousnubian.bandcamp.com/album/free-your-soul

and click on the RSVP tab 

go to 

www.seriousnubian.bandcamp.com

www.seriousnubian.com www.jango.com/music/Serious+Nubian https://www.n1m.com/seriousnubian https://my-store-170261.creator-spring.com https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/marcusdavis40 https://www.launchpadone.com/pd/Ultimate-Vibe-Audio-Music-Productions

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