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cod-sins · 1 year

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Can I have Ghost, König and Thomas Hewitt (if you write two fandoms in one) with male reader who is a metal head? Long hair, corpse paint, is fascinated with gore stuff and such.

.ೃ࿐ Format: HCs.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Male. Heavy Metal!Reader.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. Gore/Blood mention.

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 1.3K

[A/N: FIRST MALE READER REQUEST LET'S GOO! Thank you anon for giving me an excuse to watch TCM again. I also did some similar HCs with König (no mention of gender) you can check those out as well. Also, it was so hard for me to find a picture of a black male with corpse paint *sigh*.]

𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻

Wowie y'all make an interesting duo.

Between his skull mask/balaclava and your corpse paint and dark clothing, you two make a very visually appealing couple. Ghost jokes about how it's always Halloween at y'alls house.

He likes your long hair. Military guys aren't allowed to have long hair so seeing you with long hair is somewhat refreshing to him.

There is something that awakens inside of Ghost when he sees you walking around shirtless with your hair down.

Ghost is another COD character who wouldn't be surprised by your music.

His father used to take him to Bone Licker concerts (sounds pretty heavy metal to me) when he was younger but he stopped going after the prostitute incident. With him being in the military it only drove him further away but if you could convince him to go to concerts with you he would.

He would make sure to mark the date so he wouldn't forget or let his work intervene. With even more convincing he would allow to you paint a skull on his face, he wouldn't wear it out though he'd switch back to his balaclava.

If there was a chance he couldn't make it to a concert or just didn't wanna go, he'd make it up to you by buying you VIP tickets.

Gets really defensive when other guys hit on you. Puts himself between you and the guy. “Yeah his style is nice and all now bug off.”

At first, Ghost would try and shield you from whatever injuries he has. If he came home still a little bruised and bloody from his last mission he wouldn't want you to see, probably heading straight to the bathroom to freshen up until you tell him you aren't squeamish and you're fine with it. Then he would come straight to the bedroom while you clean up his bloody bandaged shoulder.

Thought you were an odd fella the first time he laid eyes on you. It was most likely Soap who set you guys up.

He acknowledges your interest in gore, however, he'd prefer if you kept it to yourself. When he's deployed he's constantly surrounded by it--by death and blood. So when he gets home it's the last thing he wants to see.

Since the majority of Ghost's clothing is dark colors he would mix up y'alls clothing and wouldn't notice.

“Hey, Simon?” “Yeah?” “Is that my shirt?“ He peers down realizing it is in fact your shirt.”Ah, yeah sorry love I guess I grabbed the wrong thing.” He begins to take it off until you tell him it's okay and that he actually looks really good in it.

KÖ𝙉𝙄𝙂

The moment König laid eyes on you he was blown away.

He doesn't see people with your style so he thought you were very unique. He asks you why dress that way and why your makeup looks so crazy. He doesn't mean to come off as rude or anything he's just not used to it and he likes to hear you talk about your interests.

König would shyly ask if you could make his face look like yours. He would let you sit on his lap and watch as you meticulously drew on his face with black liner, on top of the white paint. He'd have a dumb smile on his face after you finish.

Just like Ghost, König would also go to concerts with you. If you were on the shorter side he would pick you up and put you on his shoulders so you could get a better view. The dude is like a rock so when people get a little too aggressive with their thrashing he has you stand behind him so you don't get hit.

Likes when you put your hair up and let strands of hair fall down, thinks it's really hot. König would stare non-stop until you called him.

Wouldn't say anything about your gore interest but he would indulge you in ways he killed/kills people. [cough cough König finishers cough]

He told you about how one time he sniped a man and his brain splattered out on a wall behind him. Or once he snapped a dude's neck so hard you could see the bone about to come out.

König watches closely as your eyes get big and you squirm in your seat as he goes on and on about his war stories.

He glares at anyone who would dare say anything negative about you. That includes his coworkers and supervisors.

König could not tell you the name of the bands you listen to because of the font. He says it looks all scrambled and he couldn't tell which letter is which.

When you told him you thought he was a little intimidating the first time you he giggled and told you, he felt the same way too. People think y'all are like that one scary goth couple in school.

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑻

The first time Thomas saw you he instantly fell in love.

He couldn't stop staring at you, he thought you were sent by the devil himself as a gift.

He is so interested in you especially since you guys look the same. You have long hair, he has long hair. You wear intricate corpse paint that covers your face, he delicately sews people's faces together to cover his.

Thomas wouldn't allow Hoyt [derogatory] to make fun of you. He takes a lot of shit from him but he draws the line at his boyfriend being made fun of.

Thomas prefers your hair over his. His isn't really taken care of. It's all greasy and messy so if you took the time to brush and style it, he'd probably cry.

No one is that nice to him besides his mom. So it'd be up to you to spoil him.

I imagine the type of music you listen to isn't common in Texas, especially on rural Texas radio so he would be very interested in it.

He would have you play it while he's dealing with his victims because he finds the screaming to be very annoying and sometimes headache inducing.

Tommy always keeps an out for you to make sure you don't pass out from the heat. He'd literally be standing there, watching you with your paint running down your face with a concerned look on his face as you tell him you're fine.

He would let you watch him disassemble bodies. Since you're interested in that stuff Thomas thinks it's the perfect bonding experience.

Thomas would also put your ass to work, I'm sorry to say. He believes everyone should pull their weight including his partner.

While his method of butchering is sloppy, he would still show you how to properly gut a person and how to get the most meat off the bones.

He's happy that you have an interest in gore and he would most definitely make a mask for you. If you were to wear it around he would be so unbelievably happy.

You're wearing his art AND you like it?? A match made in heaven.

If you were too grossed out by the whole canniblism thing Thomas would try and find you other food. There aren't a lot of animals in the area but he would try and catch deer, rabbits, or coyotes.

Thomas might have you lure in other victims, and you may have to change your look-up to be more “approachable” so he would lend you some of his clothes. They'd be too big but he and his mom know how to tailor.

He would only do this if you felt comfortable with it, he would never want to put you in harm's way.

I think Thomas would do a lot to make sure you're okay. He doesn't get that luxury and he is afraid of you leaving him for someone else.

You would have to reassure him that you wouldn't leave him because he's pretty insecure about himself and being around Hoyt and Monty does not help.

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magicshopaholic · 10 months

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Touch (Yoongi x OC)

Summary: Much to Yoongi's surprise, he spends every waking moment worrying about you.

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Angst

Word count: 3.3 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none (for this part; for the rest of the series, read individual warnings on each fic)

A/N: Set a couple of days after Flight Risk.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld

Listen to: "space song" by beach house

yoongi masterlist | main masterlist

Yoongi glances around his studio until he’s forced to accept that he’s misplaced his spare headphones. He checks his current pair one more time but when it doesn’t connect to the system, he tosses them on the table and heads out into the empty hallway.

It’s not surprising; it’s late on a Sunday afternoon and he expects that most of the occupants of this floor will have taken the day off, especially before the BTS concert later this evening. He can’t stay long either; he’s already going to be late to soundcheck but he needs to download some last minute music onto his laptop before the group flies out to Japan tomorrow morning.

There’s only one studio he can see that has a sliver of light appearing from under the door. Donghyuk, the only person other than himself who would be here on a Sunday afternoon, is Yoongi’s last hope. He knocks twice, right under the faded plaque reading Supreme Boi, and enters. The first thing he sees is Miso at the controls, the same moment that she looks up to see him, and her face goes momentarily slack.

Her face recovers instantly, however, but it’s a few seconds before she looks away. Yoongi stares at her; she doesn’t look any different from any other day in the studio, wearing a thin full-sleeved shirt and dark jeans, her ankles crossed under the chair. He stands motionless, frozen, as he hears a rushing sound, like the waves of the ocean crashing onto him and he exhales, realising vaguely that it feels as though he’s been holding his breath for the last three days.

“It’s still not working, damn it. Oh - Yoongi!”

Yoongi starts; he’d almost forgotten who he’d come here for. He looks up to see Donghyuk inside the recording booth, waving a hand vigorously at him.

“Something’s wrong with the sound!” he exclaims, his voice slightly muffled from behind the glass. “I’m checking the mic - can you help Miso with the input?”

Yoongi nods but before stepping inside, he looks at Miso - what for, he’s not sure. Maybe it’s her permission, or maybe it’s any acknowledgement from her at all. But Miso continues looking ahead at the recording booth, not turning towards him at all until finally, she visibly sighs and drops her hand from the controls, sitting back in her chair.

Yoongi makes his way over to her but doesn’t sit in Donghyuk’s chair; instead, he stands next to Miso’s and examines the dashboard, leaning over slightly doing what he can to fix the screeching sound coming from the speaker while Donghyuk fiddles around with the mic and keeps up a spiel of commentary.

The entire time, he’s hyper aware of how close he is to her - and the last time he was this close to her. Both their hands are on the controls now, now that Donghyuk seems to be on the verge of losing it; despite the proximity, however, something in Yoongi is determined not to let himself touch her, even accidentally.

His fingers ghost over hers and her hair brushes his chest on occasion, but Yoongi keeps his distance. The more he thinks about it, though, the more he feels the overwhelming urge to hold her hand, to just give it a momentary squeeze and silently ask her if she’s alright, if she knows that he ran after her that night but was just too late.

After a moment, he places his hand on the top of her chair and when she doesn’t move away, he stays there.

“Okay, I’m going to try this again!” Donghyuk shakes his head and taps on the mic. “Play it from the bridge?”

Miso taps the button and they watch Donghyuk in silence as he bops his head to the beat before starting his background vocals. There’s a sudden screech of feedback from the mic again that makes them all wince and Donghyuk sighs and bends to examine something at the bottom of the mic, which makes it tip over and hit him in the nose when he stands up.

“Fuck!”

Outside, Yoongi can’t help but snort and glance immediately at Miso. She still isn’t looking at him, but the upward curve of her cheek tells him she’s smiling as well. Something seems to explode in his stomach at the sight of it and he grins to himself, every colour in the studio suddenly seeming brighter for a moment.

“Glad I gave you two something to laugh about,” grumbles Donghyuk, giving up on the mic and shuffling out of the booth. “We’re going to have to get a technician in here before we record anything else,” he says to Miso.

She nods. “I’ll call them.”

He nods back and looks up at Yoongi. “What’s up, man?” he asks with a half handshake, half high-five. “Wait - don’t you have a concert?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replies quickly. “I just came to…” He trails off, realising he’s forgotten why he stepped into this studio in the first place.

Donghyuk raises his eyebrows. “You forgot?”

Yoongi frowns, trying to remember, but he can’t recall anything before the sudden shock of seeing Miso calmly sitting inside a studio, two days after doing nothing but worrying about her.

She’s looking at him sceptically, too; it occurs to him that she probably thinks he came here just to see her and he automatically takes a step back, his cheeks heating up unexpectedly.

“Um… yeah, I don’t - I don’t remember.” He clears his throat. “I should go,” he mutters, turning around to leave.

“Okay,” says Donghyuk. “Good luck with the concert, man. And the tour,” he adds.

“Thanks.” Yoongi turns around one last time before stepping out the door to look at Miso, but her attention is on the laptop now, her shoulders twisted away from him.

Yoongi knows he should head out. He’s already late for sound check, hair and make-up will take some time and Namjoon always likes to sit them down and give them a talk before a concert, especially one that will kick off their world tour.

But his feet won’t let him. He stands outside Donghyuk’s studio, feeling like a stalker, but knowing that he will be absolutely useless to everyone if he leaves for his concert, possibly even Korea, without talking to Miso.

He’s there for nearly thirty minutes before the door opens and his heart skips a beat when she walks out. She looks taken aback for a fraction of a second before her face glazes over again and she continues down the hall.

“What’s up, Min Suga?”

Yoongi freezes for a second before going after her, taking two large steps before falling in sync with her. “Um, just came to… nothing. What’s - what’s up with you?” he asks quickly, cringing inwardly.

“You mean aside from ensuring Donghyuk doesn’t kill himself with his own equipment?” she asks dryly. “Not much.”

“Oh.” He follows her absently until she reaches the coffee station. “How’s that going?”

“Not well, as you can probably tell.” She reaches for a cup. “He seems to have a crazy knack for being uncoordinated.”

It sounds like an insult, but Yoongi knows her better than that by now. Moreover, something about how she drops a fact that indicates the amount of time she’s spending with another producer rankles.

“Right. No, that’s - that’s always been his thing. In fact, funny thing -” He chuckles “- when we were trainees, he and Kim Namjoon were famous for being the tallest and the most clumsy - I mean, they would knock everything over and everyone was sure they would never make -”

“Min Suga,” she interrupts, nonchalantly scanning the coffee sachets available, “you’re rambling.”

Yoongi stops abruptly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. What’s up?”

He stares at her as she reads the ingredients off one of the sachets. He isn’t sure what he was expecting exactly, but something about how… normal she’s behaving is surreal.

“I, uh…” He supposes he ought to say the one thing he owes her no matter what. “I wanted to apologise. I - I had no idea you’d taken your name off the song. If I did, I would never have used it.”

She glances up at him, only mildly curious. “Really?”

“Yes, of course. Jung PD didn’t tell me until after… everything.” Yoongi takes a hesitant step closer, deathly careful to not invade her personal space. “It was your song. You didn’t have to do what you did. I would’ve… figured something out,” he finishes lamely.

“What would you have done?”

“I don’t know. I would’ve used one of my unreleased songs or - or I would’ve written a new one or -”

“Or you would’ve blamed me for the rest of your life.” Miso gives him a knowing look, shaking a packet of coffee powder with one hand.

“I -” Yoongi swallows uncomfortably. “That’s not true. I mean, I was angry, yes, but I didn’t… You - you didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“I didn’t. I did it for Hwan.”

He pushes his tongue into his cheek and nods, at a loss for how to respond to this. Her eyes are fixed on the coffee machine and she’s barely looking at him, but she’s not angry. He almost wishes she was.

“Okay. Well… thank you, anyway,” he murmurs humbly. “And I’m going to get your name back on the song,” he promises, straightening up a little. “It’ll take some time but I’ll get it done.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Yes, I can,” he insists, feeling the familiar annoyance at her constant argumentative nature. “You can get your name back on the song retroactively; we’ve done it before. We have to speak to Legal and PR and they will -“

“No, you can’t as in you… can’t.” Miso sighs and glances up at him briefly, rolling her eyes in a forced motion. “The reason the song is out there is because I took my name off it. I thought you pieced that together, Min Suga.”

“But -“

“Just let it go, will you?”

Yoongi falls silent. She’s still making her coffee, meticulously emptying the packet and examining all the valves on the machine. It’s strange, given that she’s usually the person on the floor who takes the shortest coffee breaks.

Suddenly encouraged, he exhales and changes the subject.

“Will you be at the concert tonight?”

She scoffs, not unkindly. “Will you be at the concert tonight? Doesn’t it start in, like, an hour?”

“Two,” he argues weakly. “And… isn’t everyone going? That was the point of the free tickets for the team,” he points out.

“Yeah, but I can’t. I gave mine to one of the interns and she almost fainted.”

Yoongi tries not to feel slighted by this. “So you’re not going?”

“We have a lot to get done tonight,” she answers simply.

He purses his lips as her words sink in. “We, as in…”

“Donghyuk and I, yes.” She shrugs innocently. “He is my boss now, technically.”

“So… you guys will just be working together? On a Sunday night?”

Miso frowns. “Yeah. You and I did that quite a bit, too, if you recall. Also, I’m hoping that if I stay late tonight, I might actually get credited on a song for once.”

His words die in his throat. “Oh, I - um -“

She notices and rolls her eyes. “Jesus, it’s a joke, Min Suga. Lighten up.”

Yoongi can’t think of anything he’s less likely to do right now, and he also can’t fathom how she’s joking at the moment. He half-wonders if he’d dreamed the events of the launch party when she presses the button for the hot water and slides her cup under it, her fingers still around it when the water begins flowing.

“Careful -“ He moves instinctively to shove her hand away from the steaming liquid but at the last moment remembers his determination to not touch her and swipes the cup away instead, only for his own fingers to intercept the hot water.

“What are you -“ Miso winces as he hisses in pain and snatches his hand back. There doesn’t seem to be any damage to it but the skin still smarts; Yoongi examines it uneasily when another pair of hands appear with paper towels in them and press them to the burning area.

“Oh -“ He stays frozen to the spot and lets her do what she’s doing, but it only lasts a moment before she drops her hands from his. His gaze remains on her sleeve and he wonders what he will see if he pushes it over her wrist.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks quietly, pressing the napkins to his own hand.

Miso exhales but doesn’t look up at him, busying herself with another cup. “This again?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about Donghyuk?”

“Actually, you told me about Donghyuk,” she replies shortly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He shakes his head, knowing he’d set himself up for that response. “No,” he says honestly. “I know what I said, but… I didn’t mean it.”

For once, she doesn’t respond with a snarky remark. “Well,” she says after a moment, “it’s done now. Maybe it’ll be for the best.”

“Sure. Why didn’t you tell me, though?”

“It was the middle of the night.”

“So? I always pick up calls, any time of the day.”

“Would you have picked up my call?” She raises her eyebrows at him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Yoongi sighs, knowing he can’t win here. “Glad it worked out for you, I guess.”

“It’s not bad so far,” she admits. “Plus, he and I actually get along pretty well so that’s a bonus.”

“Uh-huh.”

She smirks innocently before snorting at his stony face. “You are so easy to piss off, you know that?” she mutters wryly.

“I’m glad I amuse you.”

She chuckles and it’s the first actual smile he’s seen from her all week. “Donghyuk’s going to your concert,” she assures him after a moment.

“Not you, though.”

“Nope. My dad’s hosting a dinner and the whole community will be there so I have to go,” she informs him, before pausing for a moment. “He’s just acquired a company, you see.”

Something creeps through Yoongi’s chest at her tone. “That guy, Jiho,” he says sharply, dropping all attempts at beating around the bush. “Will he be there, too?”

“I guess. He’s only the guest of honour.” Miso stares at the cup under the water valve for a moment before seemingly forcing her gaze up towards him. Something in his expression must tip her off, for her shoulders deflate and she shakes her head. “I don’t think we’ll have much to say to each other anymore,” she mutters in what he presumes is supposed to be a reassuring tone - although who she’s reassuring, he isn’t sure.

Yoongi clenches his jaw. They’ve arrived at the topic he’s been thinking of non-stop for the last three days, except now that they’re actually here, he has no idea how to ask her about it without fully prying into his colleague’s personal life.

“Are you okay?” he asks finally in a small voice, swallowing and hoping that for once, she’ll give him a straight answer. Miso doesn’t look at him, and after a few seconds of silence, he begins to think she won’t answer him at all.

“I’ve been better,” she admits, equally quiet. She takes a moment before looking up at him, her face blank again. “Donghyuk’s not making it any easier.”

“Miso.”

“Yoongi, whatever it is you’re blaming yourself for, you can stop. Okay? None of this is your fault,” she implores, giving him a slightly annoyed look before shaking her head. “This had nothing to do with you at all,” she mutters.

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi feels a prickling in his eyes. It’s the frustration, more than anything else, of not knowing, of not being able to find out because the wall that Miso has erected around her feels impenetrable. The few moments of real, human emotion that break through it have brought him here and it’s with a sinking realisation that he concedes to never being able to turn back.

“But I’m sorry anyway,” he says softly, his gaze not moving from her side profile.

Miso stares at the coffee machine without looking at anything. Her jaw hardens and Yoongi wonders if she’s ever heard these words from anyone before.

She takes a deep breath and finally turns to him, her eyes on the floor. “I know you came after me. After the car,” she amends quietly. “I heard you. And I just want to say…” She trails off and bites her lip before her eyes flicker up to look at him.

“… don’t ever do that again.”

Yoongi’s heart hammers. “Don’t ever try to help you again?”

She shakes her head and looks away, as though he’s getting this completely muddled. “You know how when the release got cancelled, you felt guilty about Hwan, you got furious at me and you were helpless and it just ruined your whole day?” She waits for him to nod. “You should want that to be the biggest problem in your life. I want that to be the biggest problem in your life.”

He bristles, but he keeps his focus on her. “I can handle more than you think,” he states.

“But you shouldn’t have to. I don’t need that on my conscience,” she murmurs, her gaze falling again. She sighs and looks up at him. “You should get to your concert.”

Yoongi stares at her, hoping for her smooth expression to waver even for a moment, but it never does. She holds it together, even as she swallows.

“Okay,” he says at last. “See you around, Kang Miso.” He holds out a hand.

She hesitates but takes it, her pale, slender hand slipping into his. Her skin is cold but Yoongi grips it with a relief that surprises him. His thumb moves along the back of her hand before he stops himself, expecting her to take back her hand, but she doesn’t.

He raises his left hand to her wrist and is about to raise the sleeve when he feels her stiffen. He freezes, before gently wrapping his hand around the wrist, encasing her hand in both of his. He thinks vaguely of his overseas schedule for the next few weeks and his heart clenches unexpectedly.

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, watching as her eyes flicker slowly from their clasped hands to his face. “I always pick up calls. Any time of the day.”

It feels like forever, but after a moment she nods, retrieving her hand from between his.

“Thanks,” she says, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear with the same hand. “I’ll, uh… I’ll keep you updated on Donghyuk’s many escapades. Unless he kills himself by tripping on a wire first.”

Yoongi nods, his chest feeling both heavy yet freer than before. “Can’t wait.”

There’s a hint of a smile on her face before she picks up her cup of coffee and takes a step back. “Have a good concert, Min Suga. And tour.” She turns to leave when he calls her name again, and she turns with a sigh. “Damn, do you even want to make it for your concert?”

He gives her a look and shakes his head. “Keep me updated on tonight as well?”

She squints, clearly seeing right through him. “Updated on what exactly?”

“You know…” He cringes inwardly. “Your, uh… your family. And - and friends.”

Miso tilts her head. “Will do,” she says sarcastically. “Now get out of here. And put some damn ointment on that burn.”

Yoongi frowns for a moment before remembering, and it’s at that moment that his hand seems to sting again. He glances down at it to see a white blister already forming and winces. He looks up to thank her, but she’s already gone.

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raindrop-21 · 10 months

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Songs and Suds

A/n: First ever fic/drabble bear with me

Word count: 1,174

Cw: Hybrid character, can be read as gn but "breasts" is used to describe reader's chest a couple times, reader is called "Maus" a few times

summary: After a total bust of a concert, you and König went back to your hotel to get warmed up after getting rained on, it seems a bath is the only way to get König off your chest.

Song because it's mentioned in the fic:

You and your cornel, König, had shared a love for music. It started a year ago when you caught him humming the lyrics to one of your favorite songs. From then on, you had shared songs and bands you had come across with each other, slowly bonding over the music to your now relationship. At the start of the year, a band you like, Ghost, announced their tour. You told König, and he was all for it. Sadly, due to work, you couldn’t go to any of the European concerts, but you could both request leave to go see one of the American shows. Your leaves were accepted, and you both went to America a few days before the concert started to get comfortable in your hotel room.

The hotel is a bit more expensive than you would’ve liked, but König insisted on getting it and just couldn’t say no to him because he was the one paying for it. On the day of the concert, you got up early, showered, and when it got closer to being time to head to the concert venue, you put on your band tee and did your makeup to match that of the frontman’s. König was wearing a band tee and a surgical mask with the band logo on it.

You got in the car and headed to the venue. Once inside the venue, you found your seats and waited for the concert to start. As the opening band came out, it was slightly raining, and they started their first song. You could feel the song reverberating throughout your body. About halfway through the third song, it started raining even harder than it was before, and they had to stop because the stage got flooded. They tried cleaning off the stage, but as they were cleaning, it started thundering, and lightning started lighting up the sky.

The venue staff evacuated everyone in the venue and sent everyone back to their cars. While everyone was waiting for updates as to what was happening, you and König were sitting in your car with the heat on, just like others at the venue. The heat was doing nothing; you were both still cold and wet. Due to how cold it was, König had transformed into his hybrid state and crawled under your shirt to try and get any sliver of warmth he could. After three hours of waiting and three shitty updates, the venue Facebook had finally said that the show was cancelled, so you started driving back to the hotel.

Once back at the hotel, you’re still wet and cold, and König is still between your breasts. König, who had taken solace in the space between your breasts, pulling them together with his tentacles to try and warm himself up, is shivering. You had noticed his shivering since he had gotten between your breasts. Noticing his shivering, you suggest he take a bath.

“König, I can feel you shivering; you should go take a bath.”

The only response you get is him shaking his little head and making an annoyed clicking sound. You sigh and decide to try again.

“König, you need to warm up. You won’t get warm staying there.”

He refuses with an annoyed chirp and a shake of his head again. You sigh again, this time in defeat, and internally say “Fuck it” as you decide that if he won’t do it himself, you’ll do it for him.

You walk into the bathroom, turn on the faucet to a warm setting, and start disrobing. Once you’re fully nude, with König still attached to your chest, you slide into the warm water. As your cold body makes contact with the warm water, you let out a content hiss at the feeling. König opens his beady little eyes at the sound you made and the now-warm temperature of the air around the two of you.

He moves one of his tentacles to test the temperature of the water. Feeling the warmth of the water against the coldness of his tentacle, he lets out a happy chirp before wiggling himself off your chest and into the water. As he wiggles into the water, you reach for one of your favorite soaps that you brought with you to the hotel and add some to the water. As the water starts to foam up, you watch as König starts playing in the suds. As you watch him play in the suds, you decide that if you couldn't see Ghost live, you’d listen to their songs now.

You grab your phone, open the playlist for the setlist that you have made, and put it on shuffle. “Spillways” starts playing, and the lyrics and instruments start echoing throughout the bathroom.

As you relax into the warmth of the tub and the sound of the music, König uses his tentacles to take a washcloth and wash your body. Slowly run it over your face, neck, chest, arms, stomach, and legs. He uses a small cup to rinse off the soap on your body before transforming into his human form (thank God the tub’s huge) and requesting you do the same. You slowly run the soap-covered washcloth over his back, arms, chest, and legs before washing it off of him.

After your bath, you both dry off and get dressed. Once you are both dry and dressed, you both go lay in bed. He holds you in his arms as you wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle your face into his neck.

“I’m sorry, Maus our first concert together, and it wasn’t really even a concert.” König mumbles into your hair as he rubs your back.

“It’s not your fault, Kö; it’s the venues’.” You softly say back as you lightly give him a squeeze.

"But I could’ve chosen a different show date to go to, and you would’ve been able to see them. You’ve wanted to since you knew about the band.” He replies in a tone that says he truly thinks it’s his fault.

“König. It’s not your fault that this show of theirs just so happens to be at an incompetent venue that claims ‘rain or shine’, but doesn’t have proper coverage of the band’s equipment. And plus, this most likely won’t be the band's last tour. They’ll probably have another tour next year that we can go to. Now, no more of this, and let’s go to bed on a happy note.” You reply in a tone that tells him that there is no arguing and he should probably just go to sleep.

“Okay, Maus, fine. It’s not my fault.” He says with a chuckle as he senses the non-nogotian in your voice. “Let’s go to sleep. Love you, Maus.”

“Love you too, Kö. Goodnight." You reply happily as you both drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

The concert may have been a bust, but you didn’t let it ruin your night. The night was bound to end with you in your lover’s arms, concert or not.

@littlebluespoon a little gift from your beloved Burbur anon <3

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jakekiszkasleftnutsack · 2 years

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Mile High Club

Danny Wagner x f!reader

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Summary: What are the chances you run into your favorite band at the airport when heading home after one of their concerts? Low. What are the chances the tall, dark, and gorgeous drummer seems interested in you? Slim to none.

Warnings: 18+ GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, secondhand embarrassment, unprotected sex, teasing, light degradation/name-calling, breath play, impact play for like a second, let me know if I missed any we are not being thorough today.

W/c: 4.7k

A/n: I don’t really do the christmas thing but here’s a little something to hold y’all over while I work on some requests and bigger things. Special thanks to my girl @whereisthemusic for the crumbs! ily

Edited by @garbagevanfleet

Theme Song: Kiss Me You Animal - Burn The Ballroom

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Airports can be very liminal spaces sometimes. In less traveled cities the terminal has a certain eerie quality about it, like an abandoned industrial town but slightly more comforting because it smells like warm cinnamon rolls. You’ve been in enough of them that you’ve come to somewhat enjoy existing in that atmosphere and watching people go about their lives. Granted, it’s usually a lot more fun traveling toward your destination than away from it.

In your case, it’s one of the less exciting times to be sitting at an airport bar, clad in your new concert merch. Your post-concert slump is hitting harder than it ever has before, as to be expected after seeing your favorite band perform for the first time. You had scored a spot at the barricade, they performed all your favorite songs, and you touched the hands of Josh Kiszka himself. Yet, despite all this, you’re sad to be at the tail end of that wonderful fever dream and returning to the real world.

Nursing the cocktail you ordered for yourself, you pull out your phone and review the few videos you took the night before, hoping to beat the emptiness you feel with a little bit of joy.

“Three beers and a tequila soda, please.” A very familiar voice catches your attention from a few empty barstools down.

There’s something eerie about hearing the voices that fill your dreams in real life, so eerie that when you turn your head and spot Sam Kiszka leaning against the bar by his forearms mere feet away, you feel like you’ve seen a ghost. Your whole body goes rigid but your cheeks flush. All at once, you’re exhilarated but terrified, bashful yet determined to somehow make contact. For fear of letting the moment pass you by, you let slip the first word that manages to reach your lips.

“Samuel,” you mutter, mortified to be existing in his vicinity.

Lazily, his head pivots until he finds the source of his name. He looks slightly thrown by the odd greeting but he’s probably very used to the dumbfounded look plastered on your face, so he smiles a beautiful toothy grin back at you.

“Hi! Love the shirt.” He smiles with one side of his mouth.

“Thanks! Love the music.” You silently cringe when you remember that you’re wearing the Dreams In Gold tour shirt you recently bought.

“Ahh, touché! What’s your name?” He props himself up on one elbow as he turns to face you, crossing one foot over the other in the process.

“I’m y/n, It’s really nice to meet you after such an awesome show.”

“Yeah, it was a good one, wasn’t it? I’m glad you enjoyed it!” He smirks proudly at the compliment.

“Enjoyed it? It was magical, I was mesmerized!”

“We’re mesmerizing now, eh?” Josh quips, out of nowhere. The curly haired piece of ass settles into the barstool on your opposite side and reaches past you to snag the freshly prepared cocktail Sam ordered for him. “Haven’t heard that one before but I have to agree. Just look at that handsome man, so entrancing.” He gestures to your still unlocked phone that you forgot was zoomed in on a paused, lewd looking video you took of him performing Age of Machine the night before.

All the air leaves your lungs when you notice your mistake and you quickly reach to flip the phone over, but Josh is quicker and snatches it off the bar top first. He holds it up next to his face, displaying it for Sam like a trophy while he parts his lips and rolls his eyes to the back of his head, attempting to make a similar face to the one on the screen. “It’s uncanny.”

“You’ll have to forgive my brother, he seems to have forgotten his manners,” Sam addresses you, then turns to Josh to speak in a patronizing tone. “Josh, this is y/n.”

“What?! It’s a good photo,” Josh giggles like he’s a master of comedy, but you feel like you could curl in on yourself and disappear.

“Josh is all too proud of his talent for making sex faces.” Sam cockily makes fun of his brother as you anxiously try to grab your phone back from Josh.

“Sorry, y/n.” He dangles it in the air, briefly lifting it out of your reach before holding it out for you to take, all the while smiling proudly.

“Whatever you call it, nobody’s immune.” You shrug your shoulders in favor of Josh’s argument, hopefully deflecting the spotlight away from yourself. Unsurprisingly, he accepts the flattery and wraps one arm around you, squeezing you into a goofy side hug.

“Ahh, see?! She knows what she’s talking about!”

Sam chokes out a few beginnings of words but all of them fail to make a valuable point in protest. “Wha- No! You’ve just claimed another victim!”

You’re about to jab back when Danny’s tall dark figure materializes over your shoulder between you and Sam.

“Well, hello. Are these delinquents bothering you?” He smiles down at you as he grabs the remaining lone beer from the bar.

“Yeah actually, could you take care of them for me?”

Danny laughs, but the other two boys launch into a tirade of various “hey now” and “wait a minute”’s.

“Not really, I was just telling them how much I enjoyed your concert last night. I’m y/n, by the way.”

He holds out his cup for you to cheers, so you tap the side of your cup against his. “Very good to meet you, y/n. Nice t-shirt.”

You roll your eyes as you take a rather large gulp of your cocktail but ultimately smile at his compliment as he takes a sip of his own drink, and watches your expression shift. He’s only being kind, he doesn’t need to know how mortified you are.

“Thanks, I couldn’t resist. I wanted the poster too but I guess there weren’t enough, they were all gone by the time I got there.”

“Yeah, we heard that’s been happening a lot, apparently.” He purses his lips and looks off into the distance somewhere, potentially in contemplation. “Well, that simply won’t do.”

Danny turns you to face him head-on by grabbing the back of your barstool and turning you away from Josh and Sam. While you’re watching him, completely dumbfounded, he slings his backpack around his shoulder to bring it in front of him. He rummages around inside of it for a moment and produces one drumstick, twirling it between his fingers effortlessly before holding it out to you.

“Oh my god. Are you serious?” You try to keep your hands from shaking when you take it from him, but to no avail.

“Oh my god, the Holy Grail!” Sam chimes in, lightly mocking your astonished tone, causing Josh to make a painfully sad attempt at stifling his laughter. You and Danny side eye his friends together but shake off his teasing rather easily.

“Ignore them, they get weird when they’re tired.” He rolls his eyes, offering a sweet apologetic smile for the rowdy bunch.

“Are you sure I can have this?” Apprehension litters your voice.

“Consider it a gift.” Shrugging his shoulders, he lets one hand land on the back of your barstool. His arm is actively blocking you from the rest of the airport and locking you in, figuratively. He’s also giving you an excellent view of his beautifully sculpted bicep.

You turn it over in your fingers, inspecting the various notches along its body suggesting it’s been lightly used. All the cracks and divots add so much character to the imagined worth of your gift. This drumstick is quite literally about to become your most prized possession.

“Thank you, Danny. This is so kind of you.”

“You’ll have to come to another show so we can get you a matching set.” You can hear the edge in his voice, leading you to suspect that it wasn’t a suggestion.

“Is that a promise?”

Before Danny can answer, your attention is captured by a short brunette woman making her way over to the five of you out of the corner of your eye, furiously tapping at the phone in her hand. She smiles politely at you purely as a formality, since she clearly has more pressing matters at hand. A few yards behind her you spot Jake walking with a small posse away from the bar and down toward the terminal. “So sorry to interrupt, but our flight’s boarding soon. We gotta go.”

“Of course, I don’t want to hold you up. I should probably go find my gate anyway.” You return her smile then turn back to the boys, who are moving with absolutely no sense of urgency.

With a clearing of her throat and a jerk of her head in the direction of the terminal, each of them begins to descend from their barstools. Josh downs the rest of his tequila soda, and they all take a moment to say goodbye to you. They thank you sincerely for coming to the concert and showing your support for the band, followed by a round of warm hugs. You try to milk each one for as long as possible without seeming too obvious, especially the last one, which happens to be Daniel.

“Thank you again for the drumstick, I’ll cherish it forever.”

“You’d better be sleeping with it every night.” He punctuates the last word with a wink.

Um- Daniel? What was that?

“Of course, what else would I do with it?” You two share a laugh while standing in extremely close proximity, only halfway pulled away from the hug so that you’re still holding each other by the arms.

“I wish we could chat more, it was really nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Likewise. But you’ve got a flight to catch.”

Based on the way he’s looking into your eyes, you know you’ll be screaming into your pillow long into the night once you’ve made it home. You’re sure you’re probably blushing, but you do your best not to think about it for fear of saying or doing something stupid. Because, let’s face it, you have no idea what you’re doing and have been walking on eggshells for the entire conversation.

Danny gives your arms a light squeeze before letting you go entirely and picking up his backpack from the floor. He walks backward for a moment as he takes his leave, allowing you both one final wave goodbye before he jogs to catch up with the rest of the group.

What the actual fuck just happened?

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As you’re scanning the signs for your designated gate, your much-too-large suitcase in tow, a foreign hand lands on the small of your lower back.

“Are you following me now?” The voice is one you recognize, but its speaker is so close to your ear that it startles you right out of your skin.

“Holy shit, Daniel Wagner, you scared the living fuck out of me!” You smack him dead in the center of his chest with the back of your hand in retaliation as your heartbeat makes its way to a normal pace. Your jab had seemingly no effect on him though and he laughs at your expense.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help but notice the drumstick sticking out of your bag.” He taunts, gesturing to your half-open backpack and falling into stride with your steps.

Obviously, you know that Danny’s stick didn’t quite fit in your carry-on so it’s been poking out past the zipper, but you turn and grab for it anyway as you flounder for a comeback.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re the one following me since I’ve basically got an antenna.”

“I plead the fifth.” He holds his hands up in a defensive position.

Eventually, you come to a halt, and you realize that you’re standing amongst the entire Greta crew waiting next to their gate. You fumble for your boarding pass in the side pocket of your bag and check the gate number. You’d think they’d have made these things easier to read, truth be told you probably couldn’t read an eye chart at this particular moment in time, as flustered as you are.

Your eyes go wide as golf balls when they finally locate your gate number.

“Gate 6.” You say it aloud just to confirm that it’s correct since Gate 6 just so happens to be the very gate you’re already standing at.

A wicked smile creeps onto his face as he comes to the realization just seconds after you. “Are we on the same flight?”

You tuck your boarding pass under your arm so you can readjust your items and get ready to board. “It sure looks that way.”

“Do you live in Nashville? I mean… not in a creepy way.” The way he stumbles over his words amidst his excitement makes you mourn for your aching heart.

“I might. Maybe we’re neighbors.” You shrug your shoulders and raise one eyebrow in pseudo-curiosity

“What a nice surprise that would be.”

The flight attendants begin calling groups and special members to begin boarding, so you keep your boarding pass in hand and readjust your items to get ready to board.

“Well, since we’re sharing the plane I expect you to behave.”

His statement catches you so off guard that you stare up at him for a moment just processing the words. He quirks an eyebrow at you with the smuggest expression you’ve ever seen on a human man, an expression that almost taunts ‘what are you gonna do about it?’.

When you realize he’s completely serious, you stand up straight, clear your throat and respond with, “What are you gonna do if I don’t?”

His eyes narrow for just a moment, pulsing as he processes your response, his smug smile never wavering. “I guess we’ll see.”

Sam taps Danny with a backhanded smack on the shoulder, signaling that their group is boarding. The Greta boys file onto the plane according to the flight attendant's instructions, and Danny turns around only once to look at you. It makes you snort-chuckle to yourself while you fall behind to wait for your group to be called, but as he slips out of sight you shoot him the same smug smile that he gave you.

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Everything has settled down significantly since boarding, the other passengers are relaxed in their seats and the flight attendants are popping around every so often to check on things. All is calm, except for you. You haven’t been able to stop looking at the back of Danny’s head the entire time and your heartbeat hasn’t slowed since you were all alone on your barstool.

They’re not seated all that far from you. You can tell exactly who is sitting where, even though it’s not a difficult game to play. Danny has an aisle seat on the same side as you, his curly hair passes the top of his seat, which is right next to Sammy, because, of course. You can see Josh’s khaki-clad leg bouncing away across the aisle, and next to Josh is obviously Jake with his damn hat on. It’s impossible to miss.

Their presence is beyond distracting. How many people can say they’ve been on the same flight as Greta Van Fleet? A majority of the folks here have no idea who they are; the fact that they’re in the presence of legends is completely lost on them.

To not take advantage of such an opportunity would be an abomination - jail worthy in fact. But how to take advantage? That’s the real question. How does one get more time with them without forcing it? Why does it feel so painful to just take what they gave you of their time and be happy with it? Why does the idea of going this whole flight with Danny just out of reach after he so shamelessly flirted with you sound like utter torture? How are his shoulders so toned and perfect?!

They are perfect. He’s perfect. You can see the ridges of his side profile in that muscle shirt if you lean a little into the aisle, your chin propped up on the heel of your hand to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Then, right on cue, Danny turns his entire torso around in his seat and looks back down the aisle right at your dumb little face. He’s smirking, like he’s fully expecting to catch you staring in his direction. There’s nowhere near enough time to react, but you lean right back into your seat and out of sight as fast as you can possibly manage.

You wait what feels to be at least four years before daring to peek around the seat in front of you again to make sure he’s no longer looking. But no, there he is, turned around in his seat and smiling devilishly awaiting your return. You narrow your eyes at him, just to let him know you’re not falling for whatever it is he’s trying to do. He sees your suspicious eyes and shoots you one playful wink in return. He fucking winks at you and turns back around in his seat like a diabolical tease.

“Well, that does it. I’ve just about had it with you, Daniel.” You whisper the thought to yourself, or what would have been to yourself if you weren’t in such close quarters with a ton of other people. The woman sitting across the aisle looks at you with distaste and you sheepishly apologize then return to the task at hand.

You pluck your bag from the floor under the seat in front of you where it was stashed and dig through it until you find what you’re looking for. An old-fashioned printed ticket from the concert and a sharpie, one that you keep on your person at all times for emergencies just like this. In your elegant chicken scratch, you write out your message.

It’s important to keep it short and sweet, you decide, so that there’s no room for interpretation. ‘Follow me’. Surely, there’s no way a directive so simple could be muddied in his boy brain.

The overhead light is already on, signaling that it’s safe to leave your seat and walk around. With one defining nod and your note in hand, you swiftly unbuckle your seatbelt and begin to strut down the aisle. Your target is locked in, Danny’s seat is just a few steps away. As you pass him, without so much as a turn of your head, you place the scribbled ticket directly in his lap and continue on toward the vacant lavatory.

You hurl yourself into the bathroom as quickly as you possibly can to promptly stop your stomach from falling out of your ass. It takes you a moment of standing quietly to realize your hands have been shaking. Until now, your whole body was running on pure adrenaline and kept you from feeling any real apprehension. Now that the severity of what you’ve just done starts to sink in, along with extreme regret, you contemplate whether you should just flush yourself down the toilet.

The longest two minutes of your life slip by, and still no interruption to your bathroom break. Maybe he’s waiting a little while to follow you so it doesn’t seem as suspicious? What if he doesn’t come at all? Facing rejection by having to walk past him back to your seat is out of the question. What if he looks at you? A ragged breath catches in your throat when that idea crosses your mind, threatening to turn into a sob if you let the thought linger any longer.

Just as you’re promising to never follow your instincts again, the clunky bathroom door shuffles open, and in comes Danny without as much as a knock. While he shuts and locks it you twirl around to smirk at him, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you cross your arms. As much as it would have broken your heart to have embarrassed yourself for nothing, you can’t help but find it kind of hilarious that he couldn’t bring himself to pass up temptation.

“How the fuck am I supposed to have my way with you in here?” he quips after taking a single glance around the space. You don’t answer him, and it only deepens your smirk when he finally registers the look on your face. “What’s that look for?”

“You’re a horn dog.”

“Um, this was your idea?” he speaks with a melody of bemusement.

“Oh, so just because a girl invites a guy to follow her into an airplane bathroom she automatically wants to screw him?”

He cocks an eyebrow at you and leans his own shoulder against the wall, mimicking your stance since he’s caught on to your game. “So you brought me here for some friendly conversation?”

“Absolutely not,” you snort, causing him to roll his eyes and shake his head a little at your teasing, though you think he seems to find it charming.

“Well… it’s not ideal, but after that stunt I’m not letting you out of here until I’m good and ready.” He grabs you at the waist and pulls you towards him; he towers over you and you have to crane your neck to kiss him properly. You fumble with his belt as he pulls on the hem of your shirt.

“Wait,” You pull away gasping, and place a palm on his chest to let him know to pause. “I kind of want to keep it on.”

“Seriously? You’re really gonna make me fuck you in my own merch?” He's unamused.

Looking up through your lashes at him, you nod bashfully and throw in a lip bite for some added innocence. “Mhm, but if you rip it you have to buy me a new one.”

You swear you can hear a growl come from deep in his chest when he pauses for a moment to look at you before grabbing two fistfuls of the t-shirt material and ripping it right down the middle. A genuine gasp escapes past your furiously beating heart, followed shortly by a hiccupy giggle when you do the same to his own shirt in retaliation.

“Hmm, would you look at that?” He glances down at each of your handiwork and clicks his tongue three times to chastise your behavior. “You’re gonna fuckin’ get it now.”

Some shredded pieces of fabric fall to the ground, but he makes no move to fully remove either of the tattered shirts, instead opting to slide your shorts and panties off. He shoves his pants down just barely enough to free his rock hard, veiny cock from its confines. Using the small amount of strength you can muster, you lift and perch yourself on the tiny sink when he grabs your knees and spreads them, putting you on display for him. His massive hands hold your legs wide open so he can bend down to lick a slow stripe up your center. Just a few skilled flicks of his tongue over your clit is enough to get you ready for him, but he purses his lips and spits on your pussy for good measure.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper breathily at the filthy act.

He chuckles lightly at your reaction, stands up, and positions himself. He takes his cock in his hand and smears his own saliva around with his tip before pushing in a few centimeters.

“Oh, fuck,” you repeat yourself.

“That’s right, babygirl. Fucking take it.” He pushes in all the way this time, immediately pulling back out to slam in again. As if hunkering down for the long haul, he cradles your legs, one in each hand, and a warm feeling fills your whole being. Is it too early to be seeing stars?

You let your head lull back in ecstasy but he grabs your jaw abruptly, forcing your attention back to him.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see the face you make when you cum.” You nod in understanding, promising to heed his request. He goes to return his hand to its place holding your leg, but when you open your mouth to moan he quickly covers it before you can utter a sound.

“Shhh, we have to keep quiet. Let it all out for me, but don’t make a sound.” The gruff timbre that lines his voice while he fucks into you at a merciless pace could make you cum all on its own.

Your brows furrow to a peak, painting what little he can see of your face a shade of almost pained frustration. He flicks his thumb over your already sensitive clit to accompany the never ending waves of pleasure he’s pushing through you with his cock.

Out of nowhere, the tide rolls in and your orgasm ripples through you like a warm breeze and he rides it out relentlessly, his eyes locked onto yours. For all you know, the clouds could part and the gates of heaven could open to accept you at that very moment, and you would happily ascend. You try to scream his name only to be muffled into his palm, and through teary eyes you see the devious smirk that he tries to keep from creeping onto his face when you struggle like he fucking loves the power he has over you.

Just as you’re verging on the point of overstimulation, he reaches his own climax, spilling its contents deep in your core for you to hold onto for safe keeping. His hand leaves your lips and comes down hard on the meat of your thigh with an audible slap. You cry out, but he’s in no condition to care about that while he shudders and moans and bruises your leg with his grip.

The pumps come to a halt and the comedown is slow, you’re thankful that he leaves his cock inside your twitching pussy to savor the feeling just a little longer. Although, you hadn’t noticed that in the midst of all the action your position had shifted until he was practically on top of you in an uncomfortably crooked way. You can’t be surprised since you enticed him to ruin you, but clearly, he hadn’t noticed either and almost loses his footing when he finally pulls out, you have to throw an arm out to help steady him. His bicep is warm and damp, the vein prominent.

“Danny, Danny, Danny.. getting carried away now are we?” you scold, clicking your tongue at him like you would a child.

He laughs sweetly, like strawberries and sugar or windchimes on a summer evening. It almost takes your breath away. “How could I not? You’re a vixen.”

“Who? Me? Of course not, I just know a once in a lifetime opportunity when I see it.” You shoot him a sly smile and move to stand up. He holds his hands out to aid in getting you upright, but when you reach for your clothes as he fastens his belt, you’re hit with a realization.

“Daniel. My shirt.”

He looks puzzled, but still cute, until it dawns on him that you’re on an airplane filled with strangers, and thanks to him your new shirt is lacking structural integrity.

“Shit, umm…” He scans the floor of the bathroom before scooping up his own discarded shirt, also completely unwearable. “I have a shirt you can wear, I’ll go grab it.”

A moment of silence.

“Why the fuck did we bother being quiet if you’re just gonna walk out there with no shirt on?”

“Aww, y/n,” He pecks your cheek “That was just for me.”

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Can we have eboy ghost and jock soap??? Pls???????? I have your thigh bone and I will beat the shit out you with them.

Yes you absolutely can!! Also, they're college age in this because I refuse to write high schoolers. They meet at a party.

Soap had no idea why he decided to go to this concert. He had never heard of the band, but he had needed to get drunk and this seemed like a good idea.

The place was packed.

Lot of people wearing dark clothing and sunglasses. Several of them had tons of gothic makeup on that made them look earie in the flashing lights. Soap had worn a jacket that he kept zipped up and jeans.

This was a bad idea. He felt like he stood out and not in a fun way.

Whatever. Just find where the alcohol is. Just find where the alcohol is and get wasted.

Soap notice a man with a skull mask. It was plastic and only covered the top part of his face, the bottom half exposed to show where they used black makeup to make it look like his mouth stretched to his ears.

His eyes caught Soap, a stunning green and Soap could see the flash of teeth when he grinned.

"Need something?" Accent was clearly from Manchester, but there was something in it. An underlying current of cold.

"What are you offering?" Soap tried to seem confident, still working to blend in.

The masked man tilted his head a little before laughing. "You're new. Can tell. You reek of fucking poser. And what's with the accent?"

Soap paused, getting whiplash. "Uh..." A hand fell on his shoulder and he almost jumped out of his skin.

Tall. This guy was fucking tall. "Tommy, stop being a dick. And you look like a loser wearing that mask."

"Get fucked, Simon." The guy hissed and stalked off.

Soap quickly pulled away and looked up. Shaggy dark hair, earrings and thick makeup around his eyes. The black shirt he wore hung tight to him and the rings he had on looked rather nice next to his tattooed arms. "Don't let him be mean to you. He's a pain in the ass." Same accent.

"You know him?"

"Unfortunately," Simon said it with the biggest fucking sigh, "he's my little brother. So don't be mean to him either. Hate to have kick your ass." He was smoking something and it definitely did not smell like a cigarette.

Soap was standing in front of one of the hottest guys he ever met after getting insulted and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. "Thanks for helping me out."

Simon shrugged, like this was something fun for him. If he was anything like Soap's older sisters, it might be. They made eye contact and Soap's stomach flipped.

"He was right though. You clearly don't really come to scenes very often. What brings you here tonight?"

Soap hesitated before sighing. "Had a break up recently. Wanted to get my mind off of it."

"Ah." Simon took a drag again before smiling. "Don't take anything else here. Mostly cheap party drugs that barely do anything." He said that while offering the joint to him.

Soap really shouldn't. It's not that he was above occasionally smoking weed or anything, but he didn't know this guy and had no clue if it was laced.

"Sure." He took it from him anyway though he kept it light, his eyes flicking over to see if there was some trick

Simon just took it back and they traded it back and forth before he eventually led Soap away from where they were as it got packed. His hand ended up on Soap's lower back somehow.

"So. When you're not trying to get over a break up and going to parties, what do you do?" Simon looked so genuinely curious and Soap liked the attention.

"Promise not to call you a poser?"

"Love. You are a poser." Simon laughed. "Won't hold it against you though."

Love? Love?

"I'm a football player. In college. The local one."

"Oh. I go there."

"I wonder how we've never met."

"I don't hang out with football players and I definitely don't dress like this. I also don't talk to strangers." Simon rather obviously looked him up and down. "Makes sense. You have a football player build."

"You're pretty fit yourself..." Soap decided to skip over the comment about not hanging out with football players.

Simon stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowing and Soap stared back. Such dark eyes. It felt like he got lost in them.

"Ever heard of shotgunning?"

"No. Can't say I have." Soap blinked up at him and Simon grinned.

"Want me to show you?"

Soap nodded before really thinking about it. Simon took a drag and then kissed him. Soap froze up but opened his mouth, feeling the smoke fill his lungs. Simon kissed him for way longer than necessary.

"Fun?"

"Y-yeah. Think we can do this again sometime?"

"Hmmm.... Still don't hang out with football players... But I guess I can make an exception for you." Simon had barely pulled away. Their noses were still touching.

"Maybe I can convince you to come to one of my games?"

"A bunch of guys throwing themselves at each other and kicking a ball around...." Simon said it so disparagingly, but that wasn't a no. Soap kept smiling at him and he sighed. "Maybe. You're lucky you're pretty." He pulled away.

Pretty?

"Forget about who you came here to forget?"

"Yeah. I think I did."

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley #I swear they act cringe on purpose #I made them a little cringe #It's an eboy x jock fic its gotta be

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That '90s Fic

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eight years after defeating Vecna, the Hawkins crew has done their best to forget their past (and the ones they lost along the way). You can only imagine Steve's surprise when he runs into a very-alive Eddie at a coffee shop. (Ao3 link here)

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings: Fluffy shit as always, canon universe, first kiss, Steddie reunites and eventually gets together, it takes way too damn long because they're idiots, angst, implied sex, also mentions of the rest of the characters!

A/N: This fic is for @detachedfacade and I wrote it for the Steddie Valentine's fic exchange!! Enjoyyyy

The year was 1993. Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley had remained best friends and followed each other from shitty apartment to shitty apartment. They’d skipped town pretty much the moment she’d graduated, once they knew the rest of their loved ones were safe from the absolute hell they once called their home - Hawkins, Indiana.

After that final battle, everyone pretty much scattered, and while they would always feel connected from the experiences they’d shared in the upside down, they didn’t keep in touch nearly as much as they’d used to. It was one of those things where, if any of them were to call another, they would be there. But everybody had moved on from their lives. They didn’t want to be a slave to their trauma anymore.

It had been eight years since they’d defeated Vecna. Once they’d gotten through the 80’s, they started to settle back into normalcy. Robin and Steve stuck together, but they rarely talked about their past - it was no longer relevant.

The two of them were out of town for a week, taking a trip to a big city and draining their bank account to have a little fun for once. It was, more or less, a yearly tradition. This year, they’d chosen Philadelphia, mostly because there was a concert there that they wanted to go to.

Their first full day, they didn’t have much planned other than to scope out fun things to do that were near their motel. Robin slept in, as always, but Steve was up, so he decided to go for a walk (he left a note for Robin so she knew he was okay). He found this cute cafe a block away from where they were staying, and decided he could use a bit of a caffeine boost, so he went in.

It’s funny how such a mundane morning can turn into something extraordinary.

“Thanks, doll. Have a good one,” a voice said from beside him in line. Steve looked up to see a person he hadn’t thought about in years, not since -

No. That would be crazy. There’s absolutely no way Steve was seeing this right. The man in front of him just looked so incredibly familiar, like an old friend, but that’s all. A doppelganger.

He was wearing black jeans with a black t-shirt tucked into it, a belt holding the ensemble together. His long hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of his neck, a guitar pick necklace hanging against his chest.

He was the spitting image of Eddie Munson. It was freaky.

Steve ordered his coffee and tried his best to shake off the fact that he’d basically just seen a ghost. He averted his gaze and tried to convince himself that he was somehow still high from the night before. That was a thing that could happen sometimes, right?

As they waited for their coffees side by side, Steve decided he had to ask.

“Hey, you look really familiar,” he began. “Do we know each other?” The man chuckled, amused, then put the back of his hand to his forehead and dramatically stumbled backwards, as if he was fainting. Steve reached out to catch him (as if that wouldn’t have taken them both down), but then Eddie stood up straight again, completely unharmed.

“Steeeve Harrington, how you break my heart.” No fucking way. “You don’t remember me?”

“Oh, I remember you,” Steve replied. “But you - I mean we - and then -”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I know.”

“How?!”

“Magic,” Eddie said, wiggling his fingers around his face. “Just kidding, nothing too exciting. Some government people found me, had a quick coma, blah blah blah, started a new life in a new town because I would have been sent to the electric chair if I stayed in Hawkins, by the time they found out I was innocent I’d already settled into my new life, and uh, yeah. That’s about it.”

Steve stared at Eddie, wide-eyed. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. I’m dreaming. I’m high. I’m high AND I’m dreaming.

“Black coffee for Ron,” the barista said. To Steve’s surprise, Eddie reached over to pick up the cup.

“I’m sorry, Ron?!” Eddie laughed, then lowered his voice.

“They told me to pick a new name,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to Steve’s ear. “I was twenty, and obsessed with Dio. Thought it would be cute to choose Ronnie and pay tribute to the lead singer. I hate it, but I’m too damn lazy to go through the trouble of changing it again.”

“Oat milk latte for Steve,” the barista called again. Steve grabbed his coffee, then turned back to Eddie.

“Okay, so this is obviously all insane, but Ron? Really? There’s no way you could pass for a guy named Ron,” he teased.

“Oh, but Steve, I’ve been doing it for years now,” he replied playfully. “So, are we gonna catch up over coffee or what?”

Eight years since Steve had left Eddie in the upside down. He was dead. He was absolutely, 100% no longer living, his injuries far too serious to fix with the limited first aid they had access to - aka pieces of fabric torn from their own backs. Things had been so complicated then - the extent of Eddie’s interactions with Steve were done while they were highly stressed, traumatized, and managing the upcoming apocalypse. Even so, their friendship (if you could call it that), was cut short, and Steve refused to think about those few days together since then. He’d successfully managed to shove it down deep inside. It barely hurt anymore.

Now, it was brought to the forefront of his attention again. Eddie looked happy and healthy, which was great, but still - how the fuck had he been alive this whole time and nobody knew? Steve thought about asking, but it wasn’t his business, not really. Plus, he had to get a new name and everything, so he likely wasn’t able to reach out. And they weren’t even that close in the first place. And, Steve had tried to forget about it all, so he couldn’t judge Eddie for doing the same. Jesus.

“Steve, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, man.” Eddie smirked as he sipped his coffee. “Relax.”

“Relax?” Steve raised his eyebrows. “You’re not the one who just found out their friend who they’ve been grieving for years never actually died.”

“Friend?” Eddie cocked his eyebrow and grinned devilishly, as if he was mocking Steve’s words.

“I don’t know what else we’d call it.”

“I usually go with ‘unlikely companion against the forces of evil,’ personally,” Eddie replied.

“Usually, huh? So you talk about me a lot then?” Steve drank his latte and tried to focus on the sweet taste to combat his angst. It all felt like a dream, but somehow a stupid oat milk latte grounded him back to reality.

“I mean, not a lot,” Eddie clarified. “I can’t really disclose the full story or anything, but I do talk about the popular jock from my hometown who ended up being a lot cooler than he had any right to be. And Wheeler? Who the hell knew, am I right? And - oh, Robin!” Eddie waved towards the door, where Robin burst in. Steve had called her about ten minutes prior telling her the news. Her hair was a mess, and she was still in her pajamas.

“Holy shit,” she said as she ran frantically towards the table. “You’re real.” She pinched Eddie’s arm to make sure, causing him to laugh.

“In theory,” he responded. Steve pulled up a chair next to him and gestured for Robin to sit. She did so, moving on autopilot, her eyes still fixed to Eddie.

“You didn’t have to rush, Robbie,” Steve said, using his thumb to clean a bit of toothpaste off the corner of her mouth. She was unfazed by his touch.

“Of course I did, Steve. What the hell?”

“I didn’t know you guys were still -” Eddie hesitated. “- Still in touch. Friends. Or are you guys, like…?” Robin cackled.

“Noooo, no, no, no,” she said.

“Okay, let’s not be mean about it,” Steve huffed.

“Sorry Stevie, you know I love you.” She turned back to Eddie. “I’m a lesbian. Steve was actually the only one I was out to in high school.”

“No shit,” Eddie said, leaning until his elbows were on the table. “Ohhhh, that explains so much.”

“Does it?” she asked, confused.

“Well, just because you guys obviously were close, but insisted upon being just friends, which usually means you’re not just friends,” Eddie explained. “I don’t know, I was kind of thrust into a lot of shit back then without any context. Mostly I was just trying not to die, and then, well - I mean, you get it.”

“Oof,” Robin winced.

“You guys, it’s fine.” Eddie laughed again, then leaned back in his chair. “Water under the upside down bridge, am I right?” Robin and Steve grimaced. “What?”

“We don’t really talk about that time of our lives anymore,” Robin shrugged. “All of us just tried to leave it all behind.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “It’s great to see you again, I think, and I’m glad you’re okay and all, it’s just -”

“Weird,” Robin finished his sentence. “Not in a bad way, just in a way where we might need a moment to act semi-normal.”

“Ugh, normal?” Eddie groaned. “I didn’t like you guys so much because you were normal. I liked you because you were batshit crazy.” He chuckled at the double meaning of his words. “Ha ha, bat-shit. Those things were nasty. I can’t believe you took a straight-up bite out of one, dude.”

“Jesus Christ, I forgot about that.” Steve put his head in his hands before running them through his hair. “This is crazy. So crazy.”

“Sorry,” Eddie said with a shrug. “You know, you’re the first people I’ve been able to talk about this with. I didn’t think I’d ever seen any of you again, but here we are.”

“Are you even supposed to be talking about it?” Steve asked.

“I dunno, maybe not. But it’s been long enough. No trouble in Hawkins since, right?”

“Nope,” Robin confirmed.

“Not that we’ve been back,” Steve added.

“No? What about the others? Dustin?” Steve smiled, remembering that Eddie and Dustin had their own brotherly thing going on.

“He’s good. Everyone’s okay,” Steve smiled. “Dustin and I still talk sometimes. I’m sure he’d love to hear from you actually, if you wanted. I mean, he was really shaken up over your ‘death’ and all.” Steve used quotations when he talked about Eddie’s death now. Insanity.

“Yeah, for sure,” Eddie agreed. “Steve, man. It’s genuinely so good to see you. I’ve wondered a lot about what happened to the King of Hawkins High.”

“Really? I guess I didn’t realize I left such an impression,” Steve said with surprise. It had been a while since he’d been reminded of his King Steve days. Eddie chuckled again, rolling up his sleeves absentmindedly as he continued talking.

“Oh my god, Harrington, I wanted you so bad back then. I didn’t realize it until shit went down, but yeah. I thought I was making it really obvious.” Steve’s eyes widened.

“Oh,” he said. “Well, um, I mean -”

“You were,” Robin interjected. “And you were totally jealous of him and Nancy, which is hilarious because -”

“Robin!” Steve groaned. “Anyway, yeah. There was that, and the whole ‘big boy’ thing.”

“Really? Eight years later and that’s still fresh in your mind, huh?”

“He used to talk about it every time he got drunk,” Robin laughed.

“I will kill you,” Steve threatened. “Fine, yeah, whatever. You helped me realize I like guys. I owe it all to you - the big man himself - Ron.” Eddie practically snorted at the way Steve said his fake name.

“God, it’s so bad,” he agreed. “But Ron has been good to me. Things are good.” They all smiled, realizing things had somehow all turned out okay. Normal, in their own messed up way. “So! How long are you guys in town?”

The three of them hung out in Philadelphia a few more times that week, catching up and getting friendlier with every passing moment. Steve started to relax around Eddie, something he never had the chance to do before. Eddie was touchy, and called Steve things like babe and sweetie and once, Big Boy for old time’s sake.

But the week was coming to an end, and the Dynamic Duo was scheduled to return home the following morning. They decided to go out one last time, and made sure to exchange numbers to stay in contact. Steve promised he’d reach out to Dustin and break the news, but he wasn’t sure when he’d see Dustin again.

Robin went home first, insisting that she get her beauty sleep before their flight. This left Eddie and Steve alone at the bar, where they continued to chat until eventually, Steve decided he needed to get home, too.

He didn’t really want to go, at all. He didn’t want to say goodbye to Eddie. Reconnecting with him had genuinely been great, weird as it was. Plus, he couldn’t stop thinking about what Eddie had told him in that cafe. Harrington, I wanted you so bad back then. Enough time had passed where Steve wasn’t sure that statement still applied, or if he even wanted it to. The whole week had been a whirlwind of the past becoming present, the lost being found, the gone returning.

Eddie walked Steve home, and it was too short. Eight years ago, when their budding friendship(?) was cut short, Steve didn’t know the extent of his sexuality, or understand the feelings he was having. But he knew then, with Eddie at his door, and he decided to be bold.

“Ya know,” Eddie said, “usually when I walk a guy home like this, I kiss him goodnight.” He had said it so casually, in the same joking manner he’d done everything else. He said it in a way where, if Steve hadn’t been into it, he could just as easily say he was kidding and move on. Steve knew it well, and he wasn’t going to take it this time.

“Okay, so kiss me then.”

“What?” His eyes went wide in shock. Steve smirked at the way he was finally able to catch Eddie off guard.

“You heard me. Come on, I dareeee youuuu.” Steve had quite a few drinks at the bar, a deadly combination for a guy who was already pretty confident in the flirting department.

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Eddie asked, still unsure. He couldn’t believe what Steve was saying. Even though Steve had said Eddie was his bisexual awakening, that had been ages ago. Eddie never in a million years thought he had a shot with Steve in actuality.

“I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t do it.” Steve gently pushed against Eddie’s chest, then leaned against his door. “All those flirty glances and the pet names and talking about how you used to have a crush on me when-“

And then Eddie was kissing him.

It was awkward for a split second, as Eddie had all but smashed his lips against Steve’s, but they quickly melted into each other, reaching an unspoken groove.

It was nice. So incredibly nice. Eddie was warm and inviting and sensual, his hands explorative and firm around Steve’s body.

As they broke away from each other, Steve pouted at the thought of never finding out what kissing Eddie while sober would be like - it’s just that they were about to be separated by a few hundred miles, so the possibility seemed unlikely.

“Just as good as I thought it would be,” Eddie grinned as he let go of Steve’s waist. “Now you have a new thing to talk about when you get drunk, Harrrington.”

That he would, Eddie. That he would.

So, Steve and Robin returned home, still somewhat unconvinced they hadn’t had some sort of mutual acid trip and hallucinated the whole thing. He told her about the kiss, which she was entirely unsurprised by, and asked if he’d call once they got home.

Steve wasn’t sure. After all, he’d left that whole life behind, and he wasn’t interested in anything long distance. It felt weird to return to a life he so deliberately ran away from. He’d spent so long shoving away those memories, but they were back, and they were back with a vengeance.

And now, there were new memories too - the ones of them in Philadelphia, catching up under new circumstances, haunted by the old ones.

He didn’t end up calling Eddie, in fear of it getting even more complicated, and eventually the events of their week in Philly became a dream-like visit to the land of what-ifs.

In 1994, Dustin came to visit. It had been the longest Steve and Robin had ever stayed in the same apartment. In fact, not much had changed at all in the last year - Except that Robin started going to grad school, and Steve was promoted at work, which worked out well considering Robin’s income dropped when switching to part-time.

Robin was engaged - she’d been dating the same person for years now, and it had been long overdue. They were happy together, but waiting to get married until Robin finished school. Well, they wouldn’t be legally married, thanks to the government being homophobic, but they wanted to celebrate with their friends and family nonetheless.

Steve had also begun dating a woman from Robin’s class. She was kind and quiet, and it had been going well for a month or two already.

Catching up with Dustin was always a whirlwind, because they didn’t do it nearly enough. He spoke quickly and without abandoning, covering so many topics in such a short amount of time that Steve could hardly keep up. Robin, on the other hand, followed beautifully, and filled in Steve whenever he got confused.

“So I was telling the head of DETRA,” Dustin said. Steve turned to Robin.

“His company,” she muttered. Steve nodded.

“And he basically said that Justin was going to get the promotion, even though I was the one who came up with, developed, and perfected the prototype for G-TER.”

“The robot,” Robin clarified, quiet enough only for Steve to hear.

“Oh, right,” Steve said in recognition. “The thing you’ve been working on for like a year now?”

“That’s the one,” Dustin confirmed.

It went on like this as he continued to talk about engineering and robotics, things that went way over Steve’s head, but he listened the best he could anyway. Once he was done updating them on his first official post-college job, he asked them what they’d been up to.

“School,” Robin answered.

“Work,” Steve added. “And Diana, who I’ve told you about.”

“Still going good?” Dustin asked. Steve nodded. “Sweet. How’d the trip to Philly go?”

Steve and Robin froze, glancing at each other nervously. Once again, it was something they had pushed deep down into oblivion, in fear of opening the can of worms yet again. They hadn’t talked about it since the plane ride home.

“So fun,” Robin responded at last.

“Concert was great,” Steve added.

“You guys are so comically bad at lying,” Dustin said with a roll of his eyes. “What happened?” They paused, knowing the upcoming conversation was a big bomb to drop.

“It’s…serious,” Steve began. “Has to do with Hawkins stuff.” Dustin’s face dropped into sincerity, understanding the weight of the situation.

“Is everything okay? Do we have to go back?”

“Everyone is fine,” Robin blurted out. “Everyone.” She stressed the word as if that would be enough to break the news. When Dustin was still confused, Steve decided to just go for it.

“Eddie Munson is alive, Dustin.”

“What?!”

“It’s true,” Robin said. “He lives in Philadelphia under a different name now.”

“But how??”

They continued to explain the situation, going over the story that Eddie had told them, and the time they’d spent together. They left out the kiss, of course, but that wasn’t relevant.

Dustin processed the news slowly, before running to his computer and urgently looking something up.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“I’m gonna go to Philadelphia,” he answered. As Steve peered over, he noticed Dustin looking at flights.

“Woah, seriously?” Steve asked, shocked. “Don’t you want to call him first?”

“Well, yeah, duh,” Dustin said. “We call him, then we go. Or, I go. I mean, if you can’t.” He sighed, putting his phone down. “You knew about this for a year and didn’t tell me?”

Robin and Steve felt the weight of their secret. They’d been protecting themselves, or so they thought.

“I’m sorry, man,” Steve apologized. “We didn’t wanna -”

“It’s whatever. Just call him.”

Even though Robin and Steve hadn’t planned their annual getaway yet, it was far too short-notice to go with Dustin. It did, however, mean that his visit with them was cut off after only a day, and that kinda sucked. They really tried to make it work, but between Steve’s job and Robin’s classes, there was no way they could join in on the action.

So, Steve called Eddie

“Steve Harrington,” he greeted as always.

“Edd- I mean, Ron,” Steve replied. Eddie chuckled.

“I didn’t think you’d ever call me. It’s been what, a year?” Steve grimaced at the realization.

“I’m sorry, I just -”

“It’s cool. What’s up, man?”

And so, Steve told him what was up. Eddie was thrilled at the prospect of seeing Dustin again, and together they arranged a place to meet up. Eddie also gave Steve his address to give to Dustin, although Steve couldn’t help but wonder if he had ulterior motives.

No, Steve. Don’t do that, he thought to himself. You closed that book, and you’re with Diana now.

It was probably for the best Steve couldn’t go, honestly. Because the moment he heard Eddie’s voice, he realized he was an idiot for not calling the moment he got home.

By 1995, Robin had moved out to live with her fiance. They’d even set a wedding date for the following year. Steve was still dating Diana, and things were good there, but he had no plans for proposing just yet. He felt as though he needed to live with her first to see for sure how compatible they’d be, so she joined his lease once hers ended - her name replacing Robin’s.

Steve had a business trip in Philadelphia. He considered visiting Eddie, but thought better of it.

They ran into each other anyway at the grocery store.

“Well, if it isn’t the heartbreaker himself?” Eddie teased. Steve froze, feeling immediate guilt and panic.

“E - I mean, Ron!” Steve said, as he always did.

“You know, I finally legally changed my name back, so you can stop doing that.”

“Oh,” Steve said. “Okay.”

“I’m not mad at you, Steve,” Eddie assured him.

“Why would you be?” Steve asked, as casually as possible. Eddie opened his mouth, but before he could explain the very valid reason he’d be upset, Steve continued. “Don’t answer that. I’m sorry. I’m still sorry.”

“It is what it is,” Eddie said nonchalantly. He genuinely seemed unbothered. “So, what brings you back?”

“Work,” Steve answered. “I’m only here for the weekend this time.”

“Would you want to grab a drink, then?” Eddie asked. Steve swallowed.

“I - I shouldn’t.” Eddie seemed confused for a moment, then lit up in understanding.

“Ah, I see,” he said with a smirk. “You’re still with the lady.”

“You know about her?”

“‘Course. Dustin told me about it when he was here.”

“Oh,” Steve said, unsure how he felt about that. “How’d that go for you guys, by the way?”

“It was great,” Eddie answered. “You don’t even want to go out in a completely platonic, friend way?”

Admitting that being just friends with Eddie seemed impossible felt worse than it did to go and inevitably act weird and closed off. In any case, Steve agreed to one drink.

Three drinks later, he felt relaxed again, and almost forgot why he was so nervous about this in the first place. Like, he and Eddie didn’t know each other that well, and they lived in different states, and they’d kissed one time. That was it. It was practically nothing other than them both being queer, flirtatious, and enjoying each other’s company.

“I’d really like to be friends,” Eddie had said at the end of the night.

“I think I’d like that, too,” Steve agreed.

He went back home, relieved that the guilt he felt was no longer relevant.

Eddie and Steve were friends in the sense that they occasionally called each other to talk about new movies, or to rave about the amazing things Dustin was doing, and eventually, they talked about Robin’s wedding.

Robin had decided to invite Eddie after he and Steve became friendly in a genuine way. She tended to have a sense for these things, and they really did just seem like good friends.

She was wrong.

Diana worked overnights, and Steve would end up on the phone until well past midnight talking to Eddie. It was a gradual change from the conversations they’d had before, but an important one. Eddie was giddy at the thought of being reunited with the Hawkins gang - they joked that Steve shouldn’t tell anyone so Eddie could surprise them, but ultimately decided they could never stir up that much drama on Robin’s wedding day.

“Maybe during the rehearsal dinner,” Eddie suggested.

“Yeah, maybe,” Steve replied.

Steve broke up with Diana a few months before the wedding, where she was supposed to be his plus one. It was a clean break, or as clean as it could have possibly been. Steve just knew that if they went to the wedding together, she’d think about the possibility of marrying him, and he knew she wasn’t the one he wanted to spend his life with.

He had an inkling he knew someone he would marry. Well, if marriage between them had been legal, anyway.

He didn’t tell Eddie about his change in relationship status, though. Even when they still talked late into the night, when Steve had to wake up early the next morning. He didn’t tell him, because he still lived so far away, and he didn’t want to ruin something so perfect.

Robin’s wedding was in the Spring of 1996. Steve was going stag, as he’d decided when Robin asked whether she should eliminate a place setting or invite someone else. He could have found another date to replace Diana, but he didn’t want to.

It was the first time he was going to see Eddie since they’d gotten a drink a year prior, which would have been exciting enough - it was just that Steve was single now. And if Eddie was too, and if he was still interested, there was no way Steve was going to miss out yet again.

It didn’t matter that they lived far away from each other, or that they’d spent very little time together in the same physical space - Steve knew there was something there. He knew it.

Steve was, of course, in the bridal party. In fact, he was technically Maid of Honor, although the role wasn’t really defined that clearly because Robin didn’t want to follow any of the normal traditions. She really just wanted Steve as her best friend and right-hand man. His tasks mainly included making sure she didn’t fall over, and handing her various fidget toys when she got antsy.

The rehearsal dinner was the night before the ceremony, and was mainly just close family and friends. It was the first time the entire Hawkins gang reunited in ten years.

Hopper and Joyce were happily married. The kids were now 24 and figuring their lives out. Dustin was already rich, and everyone else was financially okay as well due to El having rigged a lottery one time to split the reward (Mike’s idea - but it worked out pretty well).

It was so nice to see everyone again under non-apocalypse circumstances. Everybody seemed happy in their respective lives, and catching up seemed entirely normal.

Eddie showed up late - he had told everyone in advance he would, so it wasn’t rude or anything, but it did mean that they were already sitting down and deep into conversation when he snuck in and sat down beside Steve - the last empty seat.

(Which was pretty much exactly what Steve hoped would happen)

They waved to each other and smiled, and then the conversation resumed as normal. They ate, they drank, they laughed, and then the group split - half of them going home, the other half going out.

“Where’s Diana?” Eddie asked at the bar while sipping his beer. “Is she sick or something?” Steve froze, realizing the time had come to break the news.

“Uh, no, she’s not sick.” Eddie looked at him curiously, having no idea where this was going. “We broke up a few months ago.”

“What?!” Eddie asked, a thousand emotions in his voice. He was confused, concerned, and a little upset. “Why didn’t you tell me? I talk to you all the time!”

“I don’t know!” Steve responded, shrugging. “I don’t know why I didn’t, I just -”

“Wait, before we go there. Are you okay?”

Steve was taken aback by the question. He was okay, but a few months ago? Shit was tough.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s what I needed to do,” Steve answered.

“Why?” Eddie’s voice dropped in volume ever so slightly. “I mean, what happened?”

“She just wasn’t -” Steve averted his gaze, as though eye contact was too intimate in the moment. “She wasn’t the one.”

Their conversation was interrupted when Dustin insisted they all play a game. And that was that - at least, that’s what Steve thought.

He was getting ready for bed after everyone else had split off to their own hotel rooms. He showered and brushed his teeth, then climbed into bed to watch TV. He wasn’t tired yet, but he hoped the sounds of Friends would lull him to sleep eventually.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

It was late, and as Steve jumped out of bed and walked towards the noise, he worried it was Robin or that something terrible had happened.

Instead, it was Eddie.

“Hey,” Steve greeted him.

“Hey,” Eddie echoed. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong.”

Eddie knew it was a bold move, showing up like this, assuming that their friendship had transcended into something more. Or, perhaps they were never really just friends.

“Okay,” Steve responded.

And then, Eddie was kissing him again.

Steve shut the door as soon as they’d crossed the threshold into his hotel room. They were alone, single, and clearly into each other. Clothes came off before Steve even had a chance to catch his breath.

Eddie started giggling when they fell to the bed.

“I’ve always wanted to hook up with a Bridesmaid,” he joked. Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop himself from laughing, too.

“Can we turn the show off?” he asked, distracted by the antics on screen.

“What, Rachel doesn’t do it for you?” Eddie teased. Steve reached over to find the remote, then pressed the off button - leaving them in silence.

“I’m more of a Chandler guy, myself,” Steve replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

Robin’s wedding was beautiful. Eddie and Steve snuck knowing glances at each other throughout, but made sure not to make it obvious they’d hooked up to avoid stealing any thunder.

Everyone knew pretty much immediately, anyway.

It was New Year's Eve, 1999. Eddie and Steve had gotten their own apartment after the wedding, and had been together ever since. Steve insisted they stay in the same town as Robin, and Eddie obliged - there wasn’t much tying him to Philly except that it was where he’d been for a decade, and a little location change seemed like the perfect way to enter the next phase of his life.

“I can’t believe the world is going to end in five minutes,” Steve said sarcastically. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“You don’t really believe that shit, right?”

“Well, the world wouldn’t end,” Robin interjected, “just all the computers in the world might crash, which would be just as not fun.”

“Exactly,” Steve agreed. Robin smiled, then was whisked away by her wife. Steve turned back to Eddie. “You’re not nervous at all?” Eddie shook his head.

“No, not really. We’ve already been through an apocalypse together, you know? And we got through that.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Steve realized. “So what’s one more?”

“What’s one more?” Eddie agreed, kissing Steve into the new millennium.

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ghostsbimbo · 11 months

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The boys and going to the Trinity Of Terror [3rd Leg] with you

A/N: for those who don't know what the ToT Tour is, it's a 3 part tour containing Motionless in White, Ice Nine Kills, Black Veil Brides, and at some shows, Atreyu - I went to it last year and it's coming up on the one year since then, so why not make a whole post dedicated to it. Also, my very first attempt at writing Rudy and Alejandro!! :D hope you like it.

Simon "Ghost" Riley.

the dude would much be the type to help you get to the barrier and keep your guys' spot safe, glaring at anyone who would complain about his tall stature being right at them. He didn't wear his skull mask or balaclava, but you did do his make up so it'd very much fit one of the aesthetics of the bands. - He agreed to do a horror movie-esque look for Ice Nine Kills. - He wouldn't show it, but he definitely admired you in all the lighting. He also managed to catch a rose and guitar pick at the end of Motionless in White's set for you <3. Oh and he watched with an amused look when you were squealing over getting the set list.

John Price

Peepaw would be in the seats as you had the time of your life down in the general admissions area. He'd be watching with worried eyes when he seen the amount of mosh pits going, and get even more worried when you went into one. He's to old for this, and to see how you just ate up the energy of it all was amazing. He would definitely go through the concerts again if it meant seeing you so energized and happy after the show.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

You can not deny he'd be one to join in on the fun that is mosh pits. Of course, you'd have to teach him pit etiquette first, but it'd still be so worth it in the end. He'd also make sure to get you guys matching hoodies for y'all afterwards. you'd guys argue over which band, before settling on Ice Nine Kills hoodie, and then the SpongeBob themed Motionless in White shirt.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

I'm so sorry, but I don't think I can even see him at a metal concert. He'd be the type to drop you and a group of friends off and give you his card for merch - and food if you're hungry enough to spend money on stadium food. - He'd probably just sit in the car in the parking garage until you and your friends were ready to go. He knows the type of shows you like going to when you told him about one singular one, and his anxiety is like "nope, not for me, but I will totally drop you and your friends off at them"

König

His build and stature REALLY helps you out, Barricade EASILY. Sticks out like a sore thumb to the bands. Chris Motionless even taking a few minutes during the show to point him out in the crowd. - being nice of course, because that man is a SWEET HEART, like if you look up the word sweetheart in the dictionary? An image of Chris pops up. - Anyways, he gets like two flowers from MIW easily, one for you, and one for a little kid that was about 6 or 7 he had seen in the crowd that was bummed out he didn't get one. oh and he definitely got a drum stick from the drummer who he remembered was your favorite members. [ How could he forget? You have a whole fan blog dedicated to the drummer, Vinny Mauro ]. He is also VERY fascinated by the Bombshells during Motionless's set, especially when they have the grind pads near their crotch and have sparks going everywhere - "Mein Gott, isn't that dangerous?" - He also is all heart eyes for Spencer from Ice Nine Kills. Dude changes his lock screen to a photo of Spencer that he got during the show, even.

Alejandro Vargas

You would spend MONTHS begging him to go with you. He finally crumbles the night before. He definitely is the guy to stand there, straight faced and his arms crossed over his chest while you're headbanging and going into mosh pits and crowd surfing.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

He'd probably surprise you with VIP tickets so you could do the meet and greet. - hell, he'd use the meet n greet to propose to you so you could be proposed to in front of your favorite band because that dork loves you. - He'd also spoil the FUCK out of you with merch after :)

#.txt #call of duty #cod mwii #mwii #simon ghost riley #cod keegan #captain john price #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #keegan p russ #rodolfo parra #rodolfo rudy parra #alejandro vargas #x reader

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ms-rampage · 1 year

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141 + König, and Alejandro going to a concert/music festival HCs

Note: I went to Sick New World festival in Las Vegas this past weekend. Nearly died from heat stroke/exhaustion, but it was worth it!.

2nd note: These HCs are about rock/metal music festivals/concerts with mosh pits, walls of death, etc.

@ghostsareeverywhereblah2 from our last conversation 😂😂😂

Captain John Price

• Avoids the mosh pits and wall of death. He's too old for that shit!

• Need water or electrolytes? He's your man! Stay hydrated! Probably has a fanny pack with electrolyte packs

• He also has sunscreen and extra towels. If it's during the summer and in the middle of a desert. Carries extra bladder packs for hyradtion backpacks.

• Will take pictures and videos for you while you get your ass shoved around in the pit

• Has snacks so you won't have to spend money on the expensive food there.

• Is annoyed by the crowd surfers. One of them knocked his hat off, and now he can't find it!

• He is literally the dad for your group! 😂 if you're crowdsurfing and you get hurt. He will pull you out of the pit and will not let you go back in.

• But he still has a great time

Simon "Ghost" Riley

• You pretty much begged him to go with you and the others to the event

• If it's during the summer, he'll wear a more summer appropriate type of clothing

• Wore his balaclava. He has a weird tan line on his face now. He didn't reapply it again after 2 hours.

• Might (he will) let you sit on his shoulders so you can get better photos/videos

• Like Price, he will carry extra water and sunscreen.

• Doesn't go into the pit. Enjoys watching others get shoved around though.

• Like Price, he also hates crowd surfers.

• Because he is a big guy, the moshers throw themselves at him. They're like mosquitoes to him, annoying AF.

• Will protect you if you don't go into the pit, but you wanna take video and photos. He's willing to sacrifice his sanity to let these small moshers shove and bounce off of him from behind

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

• Is the crowd surfer that knocked off Price's hat

• Will go into the mosh pit, and wall of death over and over and over until he physically can't do it anymore.

• Might be a bit (or a lot) bruised afterwards. He's a heavy sweater.

• "Boom" by P.O.D is his song 😂😂. Lost his shit when Korn played "Shoots and Ladders" because of the bagpipes at the beginning.

• Doesn't listen to Price on putting on sunscreen and not hydrating. Too high on the concert/festival vibe, will probably pass out at some point.

• Is a rotisserie chicken afterwards. Burnt Soap!

• Will yell "SCOTLAND FOREVERRRR!." at any given point

• Probably wears a kilt and no shirt 😂. Like I said he's a rotisserie chicken now

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

• Like Soap, is a crowd surfer and will go into the pit!

• Unlike Soap, he will hydrate and put on sunscreen every few hours.

• Loses his hat quite often but finds it eventually. He also wears a wet towel under his hat to keep cool.

• He wears one of those hyradtion backpacks and never takes it off. Only to refill it.

• Will record himself on crowd surfing and hope he doesn't drop his phone in the crowd.

• Him and Soap are pit survivors and will say it with confidence! Especially if there are guys twice their size in the pit, shoving them around.

• He might get a little sunburnt, but it's not as bad as Soap's. Is high on the festival/concert vibe and energy

Alejandro Vargas

•Goes into the pit, but doesn't crowd surf. He sees it as a way to release energy.

• Came prepared. Water, electrolytes, sunglasses, hats, sunscreen, snacks. More prepared than Price.

• Makes sure you apply sunscreen every few hours. Will do it for you while you take photos. Buys you something to eat, an actual meal. Not a snack.

• Will let you sit on his shoulders to get a better view of the stage. Will also take photos and videos for you.

• Will sing along with passion! No matter how horrible his voice is 🤣

• Regrets daring Soap to crowdsurf while Gaz following behind on it. Will not tell Price though 😂

• Will protect you from the pit! No one will hurt you! He'll gladly take some crowdsurfers foot (Soap) to the face! Or the back of the head.

König

• Oh boy. Poor baby absolutely HATES crowds! Especially crowds with 40-60,000 people in the heat.

• Was reluctant about going with you and the others, having an internal battle with himself. But decided to go against his anxiety. He does his best to avoid the pit.

• You made sure he stayed away from the pit. All that shoving, and running around is one of the many ways to trigger his anxiety.

• But on the bright side, he can see EVERYTHING! His face is protected from the sun. His hood is super helpful, but he still applies sunscreen.

• He makes sure you and the others are hydrated. Like Gaz, he also has a hydration backpack.

• He will take photos/videos for you since he can see everything that is going on.

• If he were to get caught in the pit, he will freeze out of fear. You, Gaz and Soap will have to drag him out of it and back to safety, with Price and Ghost most likely.

• He'll have to take a seat somewhere in shade away from people, but he does have good time. Probably won't go to another concert/festival again for some time, or ever.

#call of duty #cod #captain john price #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #könig #cod könig #alejandro cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #cod hcs #call of duty hcs

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forlorn-crows · 1 year

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Ok so now that the US tour is about a month away, what’s everyone wearing to their rituals?! I can’t decide if I should go in my goth hoe sunday besttt or comfy & casual in ghost tshirt/denim shorts

my best advice is 1) dress for the weather. pick fabrics that will be light, airy if your venue is outside like mine. perhaps wear a very lightweight under layer (tank top, shorts) that you can shuck your top layer if youre at risk for overheating or start to feel faint. bring hairties too, if you need them. WEAR YOUR DAMN SUNSCREEN.

2) wear what makes YOU comfortable. if you wanna goth-hoe out, DO IT! people love to dress up for ghost concerts, ive seen people in full papal regalia INCLUDING facepaint. the sky is the limit. or, you could wear just shorts and a ghost tshirt. sneakers. actually, i recommend sneakers for any outfit. you dont want to stand in shoes that arent comfy, and def do NOT wear open toed shoes. youd be safer in them if you have a seat, but honestly i wouldnt risk being stepped on. its also good in case of emergency, you dont have to worry about fumbling in shoes that dont fit right or are hard to walk in.

overall, keep safety and health in mind, and wear whatever you want! i personally am going to wear some high-top shoes, a dress that has slits in it for airflow, some fun fishnets underneath (to add some flair, but not heat), and most likely a shirt on top of the dress like knotted in the front. i'll probably fix my hair up because im a SWEATER (just like my mountain), and all my clothes are black lmao. i may also do some very minimal makeup, a black lip and some eyeliner maybe. i rub my face a lot and wear glasses (and sweat, as prev mentioned) so i cant do face paint or anything much else beyond sunscreen. and i have some little horns and misc jewelry that i'll wear i think!

also a pro tip, bring the smallest bag (or no bag) that you can. i'll probably only bring my credit card, id, hotel key, and my phone is going on one of those lanyards that attach to my case since i wont have pockets. i may stick those other items in my friends bag. the less items you carry, the faster you get through security and the less worry you have overall during the concert! research the kind of bag and things you can and cant bring to your venue. some venues in certain states ive heard actually have to allow you to bring in water as well, which you should do if you're able.

oh god also EARPLUGS. GET EARPLUGS FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN (if you're able to wear them). your hearing is so so important, and i promise you will still be able to hear everything just fine.

tldr; wear what you want, pack light, stay safe, and have fun!

#ask #anon #re imperatour

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sanjana-aqua · 2 years

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You're mine part 2

In the afternoon;

Sana woke up from the nap and saw yoongi sleeping beside hugging her. She smiled seeing the cute cat with pouty lips. Caressing his face, she gently kissed him and removed his hand. Wearing his shirt, she headed to cook lunch for them.

She was preparing food while thinking about their moments when she felt a pair of arms sneaking around her waist. From the scent she recognised it's him.

Sana " you got up yoongi..."

He snuggled his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent that gave her thousands of butterflies in stomach.

Yoongi "you smell so good bub..." And he kissed her neck.

She moaned a bit feeling his wet kisses and slowly his hand went to grab her ass.

Sana (moaning) "yoongiaahh..."

He continued massaging her ass and kissing her neck while his one hand was playing with her boobs.

Sana "I'm preparing lunch babe..." She managed to speak...

He picked her and put her on kitchen counter.

Switching off the stove, he said "let me have my snacks first..."

Sana "whaa..."

Her words died in her throat when she felt his fingers running through her inner thighs. She shivered on his touch and he gently spread her legs.

Yoongi smirked and said "good thing you didn't wear panty..."

She blushed and looked down. He gently lifted her chin and said "still you're shy bub..."

She couldn't meet his eyes and hugged him tightly.

Sana "it's still a dream for me... I never thought this will happen... Thanks yoongi for loving me..."

He caressed her hair and said "i should thank you for waiting for me n not giving up... You made me who I am today.... "

They separated and he pecked her nose.

She pushed him lightly and said "now go... I've to prepare food..."

He didn't move and said "i told you bub... I want to have my snacks first..."

He kissed her neck while running his fingers on her clit... She closed her eyes while moaning in pleasure.

"ahhh... Yoongi...."

Yoongi bit her collarbone and came down looking at her wet pussy.

"gosh ... I so want to eat you out right now..." He said...

She caressed his hair and said "no one is stopping you..."

He kissed her inner thighs and lower abdomen teasing her...

Sana "babe... Don't tease me...."

He giggled and did what she wanted. Sticking out his tongue, he rolled on her clit that gave her a shot of pleasure. Gripping on his hair she was pulling him more which made him understand she wanted more of it.

He started sucking and licking her pussy out leaving her a moaning mess...

....

Meanwhile

Bts members (except yoongi) planned to give a surprise visit to sana. They wanted to discuss about their upcoming concert and since both yoongi and sana were not picking up call, they all came to her house (as jhope saw yoongi taking sana home).

They were parking and trying to call her again when jk said "I'll go inside..."

He entered casually in her house as all of them know each other's house passcode. He saw no one in the living area so he decided to go to her room. As he was passing living area, he heard some sound coming from kitchen.

Being curious, jk went towards kitchen and saw sana sitting on the kitchen counter. Soon he realised she was moaning. He was stunned seeing her like this but got more shocked hearing the next thing.

Sana "fuck yoongi.... You're so good... Don't stop... I'm gonna cum so... Ahhh...."

Yoongi "come on my tongue bub... I'm waiting to taste you..."

Jk immediately ran outside to stop all the members from entering. He signed in relief seeing everyone still at door.

Rm "what happened jk... It seems you saw ghost..."

All laughed at this and jk said " we should not go inside..."

Tae"why... What happened... All good..."

Jk was unable to say anything.

Jhope"speak up... What happened..."

Jk "ummm... actually.... AAAAAAAAAAA"

He shouted at the top of his lungs...

Jimin (covering his ears) "Are you mad..."

On the other side, sana and yoongi became alert hearing the scream.

Sana "who can it be..."

Yoongi "I'll see... You don't come out..."

She hummed and he kissed her cheek. When he came to the main door, he was shocked to see all the members.

Jin "ohh yoongi... As predicted you're here only..."

Yoongi "you guys..."

Rm " we had to discuss regarding our upcoming concert... So we thought to come here..."

Yoongi nodded and texted sana that the members are here. She signed in relief and went to her room to change.

They all came to the living room when tae asked "where is sana..."

Yoongi " she's taking shower... Will come soon..."

They nodded and sat while jk was still in shock.

Yoongi "btw... Who screamed..."

Jin "jk..."

Jhope " yaa... We forgot to ask why you screamed and why you looked so pale..."

Yoongi was confused "what do you mean.."

Jimin "He went inside house first and when we were about to enter he came to the door running and saying we should not go inside... And when we were about to enter... He shouted..."

Yoongi's eyes got wide hearing this and he looked at jk thinking he saw something. Jk looked at him and nodded slightly. His eyes got more wide and at the same time, sana came and sat beside jk.

She hit his shoulder and greeted everyone.

Sana "hey guys..."

All said hi to her except jk.

Sana "what happened jk... You look so pale..."

Jin "and now yoongi too..."

She looked at yoongi and saw same expression as that of jk.

Rm "what's happening guys... "

Yoongi tried to act normal "nothing much... Why don't we start the discussion..."

All started discussing while jk was giving looks to yoongi and sana from time to time.

Sana (whispering to yoongi) "what happened to him..."

Yoongi said in the same tone "i think he saw us in kitchen..."

Her breath hitched hearing this. She looked at jk with wide eyes and he mouthed "i saw"

"fuck..."

Jin "hey girl... You're not allowed to curse..." He hit her slightly...

Jk "i think she and yoongi hyung need some rest... They must be tired..."

Both looked at jk... More like glared while he smirked.

Jhope "why..."

Jk (still smirking) " nothing... Just like that..."

Yoongi signed and said "cut the crap... I wanna tell you guys something..."

They all looked at him and he gently held sana's held leaving everyone confused.

Jimin "hyun..."

Yoongi (cutting him) " me and sana are dating... We confessed today." And kissed her hand. She looked at him lovingly.

All (in unison) "finally..."

Sana and yoongi looked at them being confused.

Jin" what... You thought we don't know what's happening..."

Rm "We used to notice you both... Giving looks to each other..."

Tae "cuddling all night..."

Jhope " going on trips alone..."

Jimin " getting possesive for each other..."

Jk " in short we saw that coming..."

They all were having teasing smile while saying this which made sana blush. Seeing this, yoongi side hugged her and she hid herself in his chest.

Tae (dramatically) "Oh my god... Sana is blushing... That's a breaking news..."

All laughed at this and she blushed more.

Yoongi "okay okay... No more teasing..."

Jimin "by the way hyung... I know what might have happened between you two..."

Yoongi (confused) " means..."

Rm smirked and said "your neck hickey is visible..."

Sana immediately separate and looked at his neck. He saw her and she nodded while giggling.

Yoongi smiled and said "yeah... It means I'm marked by someone... (Coming close to her) and no one else can take me..."

They had an eye contact and jhope said "ahm... ahm... Shall we continue the discussion or shall we leave..."

Sana blushed a bit and said "I'll get some snacks..."

Like this the evening passed while teasing and having fun.

After they went, sana said "yoongiaahh..."

Yoongi was sitting on couch and scrolling his phone "hmmm"

She back hugged him from behind the couch and said "I'm gonna take shower..."

Yoongi "okay..."

Sana "just okay?"

Yoongi "hmmm..."

"unromantic" she mumbled and went to take shower.

She went to washroom while removing her clothes. Looking at mirror, she saw her body decorated by his love bites. She caressed them while still feeling his touch. Turning on the shower, she let the cold water flow on her skin making her relax.

Sooner, she felt herself in his arms.

"you thought I'll miss the chance..." He said in is raspy voice.

She turned to him and kept her arms across his neck saying "you look unbothered..."

He kissed her gently and she responded immediately. His hand automatically started feeling her curves and she pulled him more close. This cold shower was turning into a hot session. He broke the kiss and took the lofa. Putting shower gel on it, he started applying on her body while playing with her sensitive areas. She closed her eyes feeling his touch and already got wet.

"jagiya..." She whispered.

"hmmm"

She hugged him and kissed his neck saying "fuck me... Here... Now... Please..."

He separated from hug and distanced himself a bit. She looked at him confused.

Crossing his arms on his chest, he said "beg me... Beg me to fuck you"

Smirking, she said "i want you so badly... I'm needy for you... Please fuck me..."

Yoongi smiled sarcastically and said "not enough..."

She knew what he wanted.

She turned and laid on the floor in doggy style position, exposing her wet cunt to him. She turned her head towards him saying "please... I'm waiting for your dick to fill me up badly..."

He smacked her ass and said " you know pretty well what i want bub..."

Kissing her back, he continued "I'll surely fill you up..."

Positioning himself, he gripped her ass for support and slowly started entering her.

"fuck.." both gasped at the same time.

"you're still so tight bub..." He commented

"and you're still so hard babe....ahhh... This feels so good..."

Yoongi entered her fully and started thrusting in her mercilessly. Even it was floor and their knees were hurting, the pleasure was so much to ignore that pain.

"fuck babe... You're opening up so well for me... So nice... Taking it all in..."

She was continuously moaning his name and while fucking, he was smacking her ass and boobs to increase the pleasure.

She collapsed on the floor with yoongi above her after the session. He gently kissed her shoulder and said "you okay bub..."

She nodded "I'm okay... But I'm not sure about my legs..."

They laughed on this and after completing the bath, he picked her in his arms and came out of bathroom. He made her sit on bed and helped in changing her clothes.

"I'm gonna order dinner..." He said

She nodded while drying her hair. After dinner, yoongi said "i feel like I should move in here with you..."

Her eyes sparkled hearing this and she said excitedly "yeah you should... You know i have an extra room that you can use as your music studio...."

He smiled seeing her this happy and said "alright then... I'm gonna move in here"

She hugged him tightly saying "that's the best decision" He hugged her back smiling.

They separated and he said "ice cream?"

Sana "with cuddles..."

He kissed her forehead and they went to bedroom while taking ice cream...

....

❣️❣️

#bts suga smut #bts x reader

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dykrophone · 2 years

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Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status?

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have?

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter?

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers?

do you go to the gym?

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing?

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do?

how many friends do you have?

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

whats your favorite candle scent?

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor?

favorite actress?

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie?

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

money or brains?

do you have a nickname? what is it?

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily?

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear?

how many kids do you want?

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

who is your role model?

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn't real?

what is your dream car?

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college?

what is your dream job?

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

do you have freckles?

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

have you ever peed in the woods?

do you still watch cartoons?

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy's or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce?

what do you wear to bed?

have you ever won a spelling bee?

what are your hobbies?

can you draw?

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw?

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married?

what color looks best on you?

do you miss anyone right now?

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve?

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor?

regular oreos or golden oreos?

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

what shirt are you wearing?

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors?

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high?

have you ever been drunk?

last thing you ate?

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter?

day or night?

dark, milk, or white chocolate?

favorite month?

what is your zodiac sign

who was the last person you cried in front of?

uhhhhhh hi! (do you want me to answer all of these or...)

#anon (wtf)#but in an affectionate way ok hihi #i have my chem board tomorrow so i do not have the time but i appreciate the interaction;)#you can send me a few numbers at a time tho

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mckenziegracealovestory · 2 years

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[Solo]

Release Date.

Granny is at the house listening to the girls so excited that we are “Good Morning, Miami with Good Morning America” I have been laying in bed hiding until l have to get up; I’m singing very softly to my newest song on the radio “Hate My Heart, Carrie Underwood.” Someone is knocking on the door. “McKenzie Grace, it's time to get up.” I roll to my side. I'm starting to hate taking this case on with my siblings. “I’m coming, Granny” I sat up as she came in with a bottle of water and some coffee for me. “Good Morning, Sweet Girl, What do you want to wear for the show” I shake my head. “PJ,” She swats at me. “How about some southern girl class” I groan at her. The glam team is getting shown where to come in along with my personality dresser l am bringing Denim & Rhinestones back to the stage. I went to take a shower before my room turned into a mess. I hear a little knock on the door. “Mama, can l wear makeup?” I step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a big fluffy towel around my body. “Yes, you can, but only lipstick.” I got my skincare done; I stepped out. Everyone was standing there; Granny stood there doing a prayer for the tour. “Let's have fun, you all. Make that donation is coming in for the girl's foundation.” We put our hands into the circle as one family; all my brothers, Daddy, James, and Granny, in this with me. “Alright, everyone is not allowed in this bedroom. Better leave now with me,” Daddy said firmly. He still worried that I was on tour like my Mama did. I'm finally dressed and ready to go to the base. We asked them if we could do the concert for Ashley Lynn’s and Angel Savannah’s Veterans and Active Duty Military foundation; the girls are dressed in gorgeous dresses and flip-flops. “Good Morning America; we have a special guest with us. Please clap your hands for McKenzie” I came out with the girls holding their hands. “Good Morning, Y’all. Welcome to Launch Day for my new album; the money will be donated to my girl's foundation. So please help us with the military.” The band starts to play very softly. “So McKenzie, what are you singing today” I smiled at them. “Hate My Heart and Ghost Story” The girls run to James and Daddy. “Ladies and Gentlemen, you hear McKenzie? They are singing both new songs.” I stood there as the band started playing Ghost Story, then into HATE MY HEART.

“I hate my heart right now

Underneath the covers in the dark right now

Wishin' I was sitting in a bar right now

Two drinks in

Makin' me a last call friend

I want my feel good back

Instead of feeling bad that I can't get past The fact that I can't love nobody else

I would if I could, but I don't know how

I hate my heart right now.”

The girls were dancing backstage; Granny smiled at me; as the song ended, l winked at her. I’m wearing a very sexy tee shirt with Denim & Rhinestones, very short shorts on with my cowboy boots. I stood there as everyone clapped. The host came out, shaking my hand and congratulating me on the new songs.

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Angels of Digitalism

I have the Rock Star AU y'all ordered! Changed it a little to explain why Soap is interacting with them. Will do a part 2 if asked. Very heavy on the GhostRoach

Soap saw the ad and almost flipped. Simple ad honestly. Digital artist needed. Decent pay but there was a line that said they would be open to negotiation. All of that was interesting sure.

But the thing that drew his attention was the name of the band asking.

Angels of Digitalism.

His favorite fucking band was asking if someone could help them with some digital art.

Something he did all the time!! He was looking for jobs right now and this was perfect.

Soap applied immediately and almost immediately got a reply back. A little surprising just how fast they responded.

“Can you get transportation to this location?” He followed it up with an address.

Soap checked the distance. “Yeah, it’s not too far.”

“Good. Be here as soon as you can. Like…. Right now.”

“Oh! Okay!” Soap rushed to get dressed. He tried to find some of his better clothing that followed the aesthetic of the band. Ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. After some thought, he decided to do a plain one. He didn’t want to wear a band shirt in case it came off weird. Wearing one of their shirts may seem obsessive but wearing someone else’s may be off putting. A few minutes later and he realized maybe he was putting a little too much thought into his shirt.

Soap rushed over there and while in the car, he thought over the band. So on paper, there were three members. Ghost, the back up vocalist and guitar player, Roach, the main vocalist, and an unknown masked member that goes on stage and fucks with a computer occasionaly. All of them wore masks, covering all of their faces but occasionally letting their hair down, but the third member didn’t even have a name. There were also drums and other instruments, but they weren’t done by a person, but by algorithms and bots. It was part of the appeal. A mix of techno and old style punk that was the whole point. Soap genuinely loved the music, but there was also the performances. It made sense that they’d need a digital artists. A lot of it was based on lights, colors and costuming. Well… So were most performances Soap realized after thinking about it for a minute. But he loved watching their concerts.

The two of them danced so well. Both of them being so attractive did not hurt. During the last performance, Roach had been shirtless and he did some… Soap had watched Magic Mike and that had been the closest thing he had seen to the dancing he had done on Ghost, all while he continued to play guitar like nothing was happening.

Also, there was occasionally a person that appeared. It was always confusing because they could never be photographed but

Soap already knew he didn’t really have a chance. He was not going to be the y/n in a fanfiction who gets either of them. Let alone both of them.

He got there faster than he expected and rushed out so he could go inside.

There were two men standing out front. One of them looked… vaguely like Ghost. A little smaller, but he supposed the stage may make him look bigger. The other could be Roach. A little bigger, but… stage stuff.

Yeah. Stage stuff.

The smaller one was Hispanic and had a grey hoodie on while the other had a long sleeved tan shirt on and jeans. Both smelled like cologne, but the taller one smelled like he drowned himself in the stuff.

“Hey.” The American accent out of “Ghost” caught him off fucking guard. “Soap?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’m Alex. This is Rodolfo.” Neither offered their hands to shake so Soap kept his by his sides.

Soap nodded. “Ah. Little surprised you guys told me your names.”

They stared at him blankly before Alex laughed. “I’m not fucking Ghost. He’s inside. Still wearing a skull mask. Roach is also inside. I’m just the guy running the computer.”

“Oh…”

“I’m their manager. You think I look like him? He’s a twink.”

Alex glanced at Rodolfo and motioned to him. “I mean… aren’t you also a twink?”

“Get fucked. Anyway, no. I’m not Roach.” Rodolfo sighed. “We have a laptop that’s hooked up to the backdrop. Anything you draw on the laptop appears there. We need you to design some things. Also, do you do traditional art? Like painting and stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. We’ll double your pay to also paint the backdrop. Three colors that correspond to the lights. Each disappears when a different light is on.” Rodolfo started to walk and Soap quickly followed to keep listening. “You paint the stuff. You made the designs. We have three weeks to do.”

“What designs do you need?”

“Ghost and Roach will tell you. Basically they’ll show you the routine and you design something around it. They seemed pretty excited about this one since Ghost won’t be playing the guitar.”

“Oh? Why won’t he be playing?”

“Injury.”

Soap stared at him for a moment before realizing he was being serious. “What?”

“Injured his wrist so he can’t play.” Rodolfo looked at him.

“Won’t that prevent him from performing?”

“Oh, it’s fine. It’s not in a cast.”

Soap frowned and just vaguely nodded after a minute. “Yeah, okay…”

“Anyway, come on stage.” Rodolfo stepped up on to the stage and Soap followed. Silks, like those from an acrobatic performance, were hanging above them and there was someone wrapped around them high above their heads.

“Roach. Come down and meet Soap.”

Soap looked up and watched him spin down, twirling and he tangled the silks right before he hit the ground.

Okay, that was the exact size he expected. Roach only had a medical mask on. He had medium brown hair that fell around his ears and bright green eyes. Right now, he only had sweatpants and socks on.

Yeah, definitely a twink. Though he was toned. Probably from his performances and constant practice.

“Nice to meet you.” Soap kicked himself for his awkwardness but also was happy he didn’t stutter.

Roach looked him up and down before meeting his eye again, just staring.

“My name is Soap. Like Rodolfo said.” Soap tried, feeling a bit awkward.

“He won’t talk.” Ghost, he could tell by the fact that his voice was both really deep, gravely and clearly from Manchester, spoke right behind him. Soap definitely did not jump out of his skin. He glanced around but Rodolfo had disappeared.

“Oh. Like a pre concert thing? Makes sense.”

“No. He’s mute.”

Soap frowned. “I… I feel like I’m missing something.”

“He can’t talk. Is that a problem?” Ghost growled at him and Soap looked up at him.

Oh.

He was a little scarier up close. Tattoos went all the way up his arms and he had his skull mask on.

“N-no! Not at all! Just how do you guys… sing?”

“He uses a vocaloid. Obviously.”

“Oh. Yeah, no one knows that.”

Ghost laughed for a second. “Seriously?? No one?”

“There’s an entire conspiracy theory about it actually. Because his jaw doesn’t move.” Soap glanced at Roach, noticing he was blushing. For a second, he thought he may have embarrassed him before noticing that no, he was just laughing. Roach looked at him, clearly smiling and happy and Soap started to feel flustered.

Ghost hummed. “God our fans are stupid. Im retiring.”

“NO YOU’RE FUCKING NOT SIMON.” Rodolfo screamed across the venue. “PUT WAY TOO MUCH MONEY INTO THIS. OUR LABEL WOULD KILL US.”

Soap frowned. “Man i really thought it was just the three of you guys…” So his favorite band had more hands on deck than he thought.

“Nope. Anyway, since Rudy left, I will show you where to go.” Ghost showed him the laptop and both him and Roach watched over his shoulder. Soap quietly opened it, deciding not to bring up how unsafe it was to not have a password.

“So what did you guys want me to do?”

“So we’re going to have lights flashing on and off that will change the coloring. We’re going to be covered in different paints so there will be tons of color. We need a background in black and white that’s going to follow us during our routine.”

Soap nodded. “Let me see your routine real quick. I want to draw the lines of movement so that I can make sure I match it.”

The two of them nodded and a second later he heard music he didn’t recognize. Before he could get excited at potentially hearing brand new music, he realized it was Mitski.

They practiced using Mitski.

Soap had a lot of feelings about that.

The two of them circled around each other, both of them masked but wearing much less clothing. There was also the fact that there were no bright lights or makeup to obscure them.

Soap recorded their performance and watched them.

Ghost grabbed Roach suddenly and spun him, Roach’s legs going around his waist as they moved. They separated and Roach started to dance along the beams with Ghost all but chasing him. Roach grabbed one of the silks and jumped out of Ghost’s grasp, slowly twirling. They slowed for a second, but Soap wasn’t sure if it was part of the routine. The two of them had made eye contact and they seemed to be enveloped in each other before they went back to moving.

Their dancing was beautiful. Soap wondered if they were professional dancers or just picked it up due to their performances. Roach moved like a gymnast, twirling in the air and moving with an unearthly grace.

Finally the song ended and Roach ended up in Ghost’s arms, the two of them just staring.

Soap paused. He thought Alejandro, the artist they occasionally hung out with, was dating Roach.

Well, now that he was thinking of it. Alejandro said he was dating someone in the band and Soap had just found out there were a lot more members than he thought.

He thought so hard that he almost missed the quick kiss Roach gave Ghost’s cheek before stepping away and looking at Soap.

Soap gave him a thumbs up and cut off the recording. He then drew a mockup of the general lines of motion, making them a little big so if there were slight deviances, the designs would still follow their movements.

Soap sat on the couch in the back stage area and started to draw. They moved around him and occasionally one of them would look at what he was doing, give criticism and then keep going. He kinda thought that should’ve gave him more instructions if they had opinions but so far all Ghost said was “Get creative”. So a black and white canvas that follows their movements. No theme. There would be colors. Fantastic.

Soap tried to put… something together. He was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder by Alex.

“Want coffee?”

“Oh. Sure?”

“Good.” He handed Soap forty dollars. “Go get coffee for everyone please. I’ll text you our orders.”

Soap stared at him but Alex was already wandering off. Look, technically everyone else seemed to also be working hard. Alex was clearly coding something, Ghost and Roach were still practicing and working on music and Rodolfo had a small pile of paperwork in front of him that he clearly needed to get done. Some of the slips of paper had giant red letters and that didn’t look promising.

But he was also working!! What gives??

After silently fuming about it for a minutes, but ultimately deciding that Alex already gave him the money, Soap went and got the stupid coffee. Rodolfo had an iced caramel macchiato with six extra shots of espresso, Roach had a white chocolate mocha, Ghost had a shaken espresso and Alex had a black coffee. Soap stared at him for a minute to see if he was being pretentious, but he seemed to genuinely like the coffee.

Like a freak.

Who likes black coffee from coffeeshops? You make it at home or its just not good.

While staring at Alex, he watched him kick his leg into the table and it bent. In Half. Not at the knee.

Soap gagged and Alex laughed. “It’s just a prosthetic. Don’t worry.”

“How did you lose your leg?” Soap asked before wincing. “Oh, sorry. Don’t answer that.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I lost in the war.”

Soap blinked, trying to do the mental math to think of Alex’s age versus the wars in the area.

“Not like the military. It was me, a dumpster and some raccoons.”

Soap stared at him, trying to figure out the joke here. There was a joke. What was the joke?

“Yeah… the Dumpster one. Lost two raccoons that day. What a waste. They were good dumpster diving buddies, ya know?”

“I’ve never went dumpster diving.”

“Really?” Alex looked so genuinely surprised Soap felt like he should be offended. Instead, he just walked away.

Soap settled down with his own drink, something unfortunately low in caffeine since he had to be careful with his meds, and started working again. He wanted to get rough sketches of the animations for the background, animations would work better plus they were projecting anyway, he wanted this to be cool and impress these guys even if they were… much more…

Alright, so they were kinda losers. Still hot though. Even the scary small one.

The lights went out across the entire venue and Soap let out a… less than manly scream. A phone flashlight lit up in front of him and he blinked.

“Uh… Which of you is it?”

Roach tilted the light so it illuminated his face. He smiled at him and offered him his hand. Soap took it and Roach gently led him outside. It had gotten dark and only now did he realize how long he had been there.

Roach looked at him for a moment before punching his shoulder and texting him.

“See you tomorrow - :)”

Soap felt so giddy at having the Roach’s phone number now. “See you tomorrow. When should I come by?”

“We’ll be arriving at 12 so any time after that works.”

Ghost, Soap could tell because who else would have a helmet with a skull on it, turned on his motorcycle and waved to them. Roach rushed over and got on the back, arms wrapping snugly around Ghost’s waist. Ghost gave a two finger salute to Soap before they both left, leaving Soap to stand there.

Not the most eventful first day, but they would be working together for at least two weeks. Maybe longer if he could convince them to keep him around.

Soap finally let the little freak out he had been holding in since that morning in.

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