#cinderella band imagines

[samiwife]

could you write headcanons or some fluff story about Tom Keifer? I will be very grateful to be honest, because you are my favorite writer 😓

Yeah! I will! Tom Keifer reminds me of Nasty Suicide and Sami Yaffa from Hanoi Rocks but Tom is so cute <3

Blue Eyes ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Tom Keifer x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Tom always had the prettiest eyes. They were so blue and pure. You could stare at them forever. Tom always stared at you so it made it ten times better. Tom was also super sweet and kind to you. One day, you were in the backyard planting flowers in the garden. Tom snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Oh my God Tom! You scared the crap out of me!" You said out loud.

Tom smiles and chuckles. "Sorry, sweetheart. I just thought you looked so gorgeous out here." Tom said. You smiled and turned your head to kiss him. His soft lips touched yours. He smelt of lavender. You loved that smell. Tom pulled away and looked deep in your eye. "Honey, I have an idea," Tom said smiling. "What is it?" You asked him smiling back. "How about we have a picnic here?" He asked blushing brightly. You smiled wider and kissed him quick. "Of course baby, I'll get the blankets and flowers. You can grab the snacks and yourself." You said getting up. Tom smiled and kissed your cheek. You quickly went inside and grabbed the blankets and vases for the flowers.

You walked back out to Tom holding bags of chips and a bowl of strawberries. He stood there smiling at you. You laid down the blanket and then the vases on the blanket. Tom quickly placed the stuff in the blankets and laid down on the blanket. You lay next to him and snacked on a strawberry. Tom smiled and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. "You had a little bit of strawberry on your lip there," Tom said smiling. You giggled and kissed his lips. You pulled away and stared into his eyes. "You know, you always stare at my eyes. Why?" Tom said smirking. You chuckled and caressed his face. "It's because your eyes are beautiful sweetheart. They're absolutely stunning." You said shyly.

Tom's smirk became wide with a blush flowing to his cheeks. Tom hid his face from you. You cupped Tom's face and kissed him once more. "You don't need to hide Tom, you're amazing the way you are." You said caressing his face. "Words can't describe how much I love you," Tom said while holding your hand tightly. You blushed and soon Tom started to rest his head on your chest. You brushed and stroked your hair. Tom smiled and kissed your neck. "I love you," Tom said in his sweet angelic voice as he snuggled his head deeper into your neck. "I love you too." You said kissing the top of his fluffy dark hair.

[izzystradlinswife]

Tom Keifer x Reader

Sfw headcanons

I kept writing sfw headcanons with the nsfw one, and ugh. Cute little bf headcanons

I've kind of made this apparent in my fics, but I think he likes doll, sweetheart, and honey because it feels like they have a certain sense of sentiment behind it.

Big hand holder, you're sitting together? His hand is on top of yours. Walking together? Your hands are inseparable. He's mad at you? Your knuckles are still touching. He just likes knowing you're there.

He wants to go on all these romantic dates with you, but crazy fans end up ruining them every time. So you end up going to these "secret" spots so you can have your intimate romantic moments.

When Tom sleeps, he sleeps hard, I mean, he doesn't even move. You've had times where you lifted your head from his chest to see if he was still breathing.

Your actual sleeping position is mostly the same, big spoon, little spoon, or your head on his chest. When both of you come home intoxicated, then things get a little different.

Steals the fucking blanket every single night, how is it that he doesn't move but can have a whole king size blanket under him.

His smile. That's all. It gets a line to itself because it's medicine atp

Listening to him play new songs, riffs, and solos. Along with that, he makes songs that are just for you to hear, and when you bring it up to the boys, he denies every second of it.

Likes when you play with his hair or massage his scalp and heaven? He gets to lay between your thighs, and you play with his hair. (It's his therapy)

Singing together even though you're not that good at it, but he swears you really are. Like walking around the house in one of his shirts as he's dancing and singing with you on a lazy Sunday morning.

I think Mr. Keifer loves matching with you, like one time you accidentally matched, and now it's a planned thing once a week.

Like I said earlier, I think his main love language would be physical touch while yours is quality time. He wants to be next to you and have you right there, and you want to be by his side so your personality types match pretty perfectly.

He just really loves having you around so when tour dates come around it's like a weight being put on his chest because he knows there's a chance you won't be able to make it on the bus with him.

He will absolutely beg you to come with him though and Eric, Fred, and Jeff are no help as they're also trying to coax you into leaving "you can make us laugh so we're not bored" they would use literally any excuse that came to mind to get you to go with them.

He's a big music guy. Obviously. But I mean, he's always bringing home new records of bands you've never even heard before just so he can show you new music.

Now I might be totally wrong on this one, but "I want you to rock me" by Vixen has him in a chokehold only because it reminds him of you.

Masterlist

[muschiettistrashmouth]

I think we need more Tom Keifer fanfics in here. Anyone would be interested?

[issie-https]

𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑴, 𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑲𝑬𝑰𝑭𝑬𝑹

✧༺𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓༻✧

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕: 𝑁𝑜

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 ’𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐷𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟’ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙?

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 ’𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑦’ 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑚 𝑏𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑛𝑑. 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1594

𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒆𝒔 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑺𝒉𝒆,𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

We arrived at the party, my girlfriend decked head to toe in gifts and diamonds from me. "I'm just going to touch up my powder," she said before heading to the bathroom. I'm her words, she isn't tending her makeup, she's tending to her drug addiction — the small glass vial in her purse that was brimmed with cocaine aiding her through the evening.

She came back out, her fingers wiping her nose while her open-toed shoes clicked on the floor, walking her back over to my side. "All topped off?" I asked. "Ready to go," she smiled — her hand giving me a slight glimpse of the condom in her purse. "Not now. For fucks sake," I whispered in her ear. Normally at a party, we'll never spend more that five minuets before running off to the nearest bathroom.

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑺𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏,𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉

"Y/n! You look lovely," Eric's girlfriend complimented her, giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. It's a new dress," she falsely smiled. The dress in question was a brand new dress from Chanel, the colour being her main colour, red. Y/n never really liked Eric's girlfriend, but then again, Y/n really never liked anyone except me and of course, herself. I could tell from her gaze that she wanted to end the conversation immediately — her eyes staring daggers.

Before the conversation was over, the event photographer came over, immediately grabbing Y/n's attention and making her pivot to face him. Her signature bright smile took place on her face, sending a rush through my body. As the photographer walked away, I turned to her — "you love the camera." "Wrong, the camera loves me," she replied.

She placed a quick kiss to my cheek before walking away to grab a drink from the bar. I adore her. The way she walks, the way she talks, the way she looks at me, just everything about her is perfect. She has her cocaine and I have her. If only she loved me as much as the addictive white powder, the shoes, the diamonds, the dresses, the bags and everything else I buy her. But just like a drug — it's not easy to leave her.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝑪𝒂𝒏,𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔?

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

She sat there at the bar, sipping her martini, glancing around the room and judging everyone by her standard. Every glance at someone, she'd make a disguised look. If she thought someone looked good or worthy of her time, she'd smirk slightly, once again, sending a shiver down my spine and a rush through my body. On the other hand, if she thought someone looked out of place or a waste of time and space, she'd shift in her seat and slightly ruffle her nose.

𝑰𝒕,𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒚

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚

𝑰𝒕,𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆

𝑺𝒉𝒆,𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎

After judging everyone, she played with the new diamond ring on her finger, judging the diamond and band as well. Every one of her past relationships has been with a wealthy, accomplished man that can — and will — buy her the world and more.

She often thinks about her past relationships with CEO's, rockstars who are rolling in money and drugs or anyone that has money and she can get her hands on. The problem is, she can have anyone she wants. Her perfect hair, face, smile, body and legs making her the perfect woman that any man would love to call his, to have on his arm, to cherish and spoil. That also being a problem, she's never yours — it's just your turn with her. She may say she's yours, she might sleep with you, she might let you spoil her, but at the end of the day, she never belongs to anyone except herself and her material items.

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 (𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚)

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 (𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚) (𝒙6)

The thing is, I know she uses me for my money, god do I know it. People have pointed it out, the press have pointed it out, everyone has pointed it out. I just don't care. She's my fucking drug and I'm shoulder deep in my addiction — to far gone to get help. I don't want to get help, I've already got her. For now, she's mine and I'm hers.

It's an honour for any man to get a woman like her, no matter if she's with him for his money or for love. She's the epitome of perfect and right now, she's mine. All fucking mine.

𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, ,𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓, 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

She walked back over to me, lacing her arm through mine. "I've opened a tab for us," she said, placing a kiss on my cheek. "Okay, thank you," I smiled, handing her my wallet in advance for the end of the night. She took out a hundred bill and a fifty bill and skipped it into her purse before handing the leather back to me.

Her love for money is deep and dark. It's her muse, her reason to keep going. It's her aid and supplies her with happiness. More often than not, she'll use bills for her coke, combining her two favourite things. For some people, it's chocolate and strawberries. For y/n, it's money and drugs.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖,𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

She's always said that she wants to end up with someone that spends their money wisely. By her definition, wisely is on her and only her. Buying her diamonds, a house, cars, shoes and more. I can be that for her. I will be that for her. I won't let anyone else have her. She's mine.

I've bought her everything she's asked for plus much more. She's had at least five diamond rings, two diamond necklaces and three diamond bracelets. Many, many pearl jewellery pieces. Two cars already — a Ferrari and a Mercedes. And we recently bought a house "together". Our together meaning I buy it and she lives in it.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒚 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖,𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑬𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉

She's always chased men. It never really seems like it but it's like using a magnifying glass on a document, reading the fine print and finding what it actually is. Everyone just looks at her and assumes she immediately gets who she wants when in reality, it's more of a project for her.

She picks her victim, sweet talks him, lures him into her web and traps him before draining him and kicking him away. Swiftly moving onto the next when she gets tired or doesn't get what she wants. No one will ever be enough for her.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝑪𝒂𝒏,𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔?

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

She went off to the toilets again, once again to touch up her powder. I could tell she already wanted to leave, having enough of everyone and just wanting to go home already. I wanted to go home too, but for a different reason. I needed her, my cock was painfully hard in my pants all because of her.

𝑰𝒕,𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒚

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚

𝑺𝒉𝒆,𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆

𝑺𝒉𝒆,𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎

She came back over to me, still dusting the cocaine from below her nose. "Missed some," I said, wiping under her nose. "Thank you," she smiled — "drinks?". "I'll go get them, mingle for a bit so we can get home quicker. I need you," I whispered the last bit in her ear before walking to the bar.

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 (𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚)

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 (𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚) (𝒙6)

"One Jack Daniels and a porn star martini please," I said to the bartender before turning to where y/n was talking to Jeff and Eric's girlfriends. She was showing off her new stuff, flaunting it as she should. I love when she shows off what I buy her, it's like she's showing off how loyal I am to her.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

Between each relationship, she's been seen in public wearing at least one item from each boyfriend. Self comforting with her possessions. Her gifts are always a comfort to her, easing her pain, making her feel better in the worst of times.

While she never stays with one man forever, she never leaves her diamonds, bags and shoes. They're always with her in her jewellery box, there when she needs a cry. It's like they talk to her. For some people, they go to therapy. For y/n, she goes to her jewellery.

We drank our drinks, said our goodbyes to everyone and headed home. She'd gotten me all worked up. I need her and from the way she was rubbing her thighs together, I know she needed me too.

[thedeviousdevilxx]

that tongue!

[camarocarfight]

LOVE'S THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

Alastor x Female Reader

Rated Mature for mentions of gore and sexual content. This could be like a 'slice of life' type of thing, but it's more like a kick in the feels.

A hunter.

A hunter had ended it all for Alastor with a single wayward bullet that had shattered his skull and extinguished his life in an instant. The bullet, having struck Alastor between the eyes, had left a single, clean entrance wound that had exited the back of his skull. Bringing with it a trail of blood and brain matter that painted the forest floor around Alastor's motionless body like a halo. Brown eyes, once harboring emotion - existence - were now glazed over, staring listless up at the heavens. Alastor never knew what hit him - his life simply torn from his body. A bizarre hunting accident is what the papers called it.

Accidents are nearly fate misnamed, however.

Never mind the hunter having mistaken a human for a deer. Said hunter was deemed a hero, having killed the illusive New Orleans serial killer that had been evading police for years. The killer that had been the beloved and famed radio host. Leaving the city shocked and disturbed that he had been right under their noses the entire time.

Alastor’s radio program had soared to immense popularity in every aspect of the population. Men enjoyed listening to the current events, kids enjoyed the swinging jazz, and women the soothing tenor of Alastor's transatlantic accented voice when he would sing. Special occasions brought the radio host and his jazz band to jazz clubs and speakeasies, drawing in massive crowds of mostly swooning women. Alastor had been New Orleans’ most sought-after bachelor.

Until he wasn't.

One evening at a jazz club, your friends dragged you to the show. Celebrations were in order, as you and your friends had just graduated nursing school. The atmosphere of the club had been electrifying. People around you danced and sang as Alastor and his band brought the small club to life. Alastor’s radio show had been one you listened to nearly every day, as you were just another girl captivated by his famous vocals. Finally, you could put a face to the name and voice. He was even more handsome than you had imagined; with a charming smile that captivated you and made you blush when he caught your gaze.

The rest of your friends were on the dance floor, flirting and dancing with service men in uniforms. Being quiet and reserved, you sat yourself at a table situated in the corner, but you could still see Alastor. Drink in hand, you sipped idly, lost in thought. A few men had ventured up to you to offer a dance, but you politely declined. Upon seeing such a display, Alastor ventured off the stage and bounded toward your table. Your eyes were wide and cheeks a burning crimson as Alastor pulled you up on stage and the two of you danced the night away. It was a Cinderella story that the town talked about for weeks.

Hearts were broken everywhere when Alastor had begun courting you, and even more so when the two of you had gotten married. Alastor wanted to give you the wedding of your dreams, and he did just that. Being as shy and reserved as you were, it was nothing grand. Just your closest friends and family. Alastor, sadly, didn't have any immediate family to invite, but yours had welcomed him with open arms. The large crowd that had greeted you two outside the church had been a welcomed surprise. Young couples and fans of Alastor's threw rice and flowers into the air, and camera bulbs flashed, capturing Alastor's proudest accomplishment. The front page of the newspaper the next morning housed a lovely photo that Alastor framed and hung in his studio.

Finding and marrying someone hadn't been part of Alastor's original plan, but he hadn't anticipated falling for you so hard either. The first instance your eyes had caught his gaze, he knew he was done for. Your reserved personality had clashed with his own boisterous and extroverted one, but it wasn't your shyness he found charming. It was your innate ability to see the good in people.

“Everyone harbors the capacity for good.”

Your words resonated within him and nearly made him rethink all of his past actions and wrongdoing. Alastor had never felt guilt before having met you. All of a sudden, he found himself standing before the divine being that was you. Selfless and unconditionally caring, he began questioning if he had done you wrong by marrying you. He was tainting you and unknowingly subjecting you to his sins. He was so undeserving of you, but he couldn't find it in himself to let you go. When Alastor looked at you, he saw everything his mother had been. Her maternal instinct and drive to nurture and protect those around her. Losing you would be like losing his mother all over again.

When the day came that you had expressed to Alastor your want for children, you hadn't expected his trademark smile to drop and for him to become angry. Alastor immediately withdrew himself from you and spent the rest of the evening brooding in his study. None of his anger had been directed at you, of course, but it concerned you why he felt the way he did about the topic. You granted Alastor his privacy, only sparing a few glances into the study throughout the evening as you went about your chores.

Alastor didn't move from his armchair until well into the night. The mantle clock on the fireplace had chimed midnight when he finally made his way to the master bedroom. You were sound asleep until the bed dipped by the weight of Alastor settling beside you, causing you to stir. Further roused by his warm lips against your neck, you turned onto your side so you were facing your husband. He was inebriated, having had more than a few glasses of Rye in his solitude. Whiskey always had a way of softening him up, but it also made him very amorous.

Someone as pure as yourself should never be defiled, but Alastor couldn't help wanting to have you in the most intimate of ways. Touching you, tasting you, feeling your perfectly manicured nails scraping down his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake. His name would fall from your lips like a prayer as he moved inside you, working you both towards mutual release.

Alastor had told himself he would be nothing like his father. He wouldn't be the hateful drunk who had nearly beaten his wife within an inch of her life. Then, he would keep her afraid of him with the threat of violence at the slightest misstep. Killing that bastard brought Alastor no remorse, and he was surprised that his mother actually mourned his death. For years, he couldn't understand why anyone would feel pain over the death of someone who had inflicted so much pain upon them.

At least he hadn't until he met you. Then he came to realize that at one point, his mother and father had loved one another. Enough that they shared a life and family together. The war had taken his father from his family and returned to them the empty husk of a man so disturbed by what he saw that his mind waged war on itself and everyone around him.

Unfortunately for Alastor, if he had fathered a child that night, he would never know. He would be killed two weeks later while burying the body of his latest victim. Leaving his beloved and innocent wife to identify his body while being questioned by authorities about the hundred missing people that were found buried in the bayou. Alastor’s only regret was that you would be left to answer for his crimes. The crimes that you had been ignorant for your entire relationship.

Your heart shattered upon seeing Alastor lying there on the metal embalming table. Skin a sickly gray pallor and lips cyanotic, with a single bullet wound in the center of his forehead. The pain you felt was crushing, and agonizing sobs tore from your lips. You didn't want to believe that it was your husband lying there lifeless and not breathing. He couldn't be dead. You rested your head against his still chest and squeezed your eyes shut when you didn't hear the rhythmic beating of his heart, nor felt the rise and fall of his chest.

Alastor couldn't leave you like this - he wouldn't leave you like this. Neither of you were interested in a world without the other, and you simply couldn't see yourself carrying on without the man whom you considered your soul mate. Alastor had been the first man you loved, and he would be the last.

“Please wait for me,” you whispered against his cold lips between broken sobs. Your trembling hands cupped his face, and your thumbs stroked his cheeks. “I love you, Alastor.”

[kissitbttr]

omg can i ask for reader and miguel’s baby turning 1, and they celebrate the birthday, like how kylie jenner did for her precious babygirl stormi🥹 like miguel getting his precious daughter large toys, lots of performers, large bouncy houses, blasting spanish music, and cutting the cake, i really hope u see this ask🥹🥹

side note: ur like my fav tumblr fanfic writer rn, you’re so gorgeous and i hope you have a good day🩷🩷

AAA THIS IS A VERY CUTE IDEA ANONNNN

my note: i am?? *gasps* you're so sweet!! i am so honored my lovieeee!! thank you so much🥺

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one thing. she has only asked miguel for one thing and he just dismissed her like that!

the two of them had previously discussed in matters of their baby girl's upcoming birthday, and she had told--no-- threatened him to keep things simple and baby-proof,

guess, she should've known that he was prone to never really listen

"you are so. dead, o'hara" she grumbles, scanning over the party decorations in their backyard. the twenty-ish big pink presents put neatly in the corner, a princess castle bouncy house, a DJ deck, and food catering?

there are already people stopping by and busying themselves at the party, she finds a couple familiar faces like peter, jess, even the kids gwen and miles.

he puts his hands up in defense, staring at her with a playful smile. "I know I know I went a little bit overboard--"

"a little?!"

"but querida, come on" he snakes his hands around her waist, tugging her closer but her eyes aren't even on him. "it's our baby girl's first birthday-- I had to give her all"

"what would a baby need a DJ deck for anyway?" she asks with a frown,

''we can set it aside and use it for a band.. i already have two ready for the party"

her jaw drops open. "a band?!"

''ay okay stop with the dramatic expressions, princesa" he chuckles, kissing her forehead.

shaking her head, she replies "you already got her two barbie houses, a pink range rover for kids, brand new stuffed animals that look like they escaped from the damn zoo, Disneyland tickets and a cinderella's carriage baby crib... you spoil her too much"

he shrugs, "like i told you... she's my baby"

"and how much have you spent for all of that, hm?"

he envelopes her hands between his, kissing the knuckles to ease her. "don't worry about that. got too much money in my bank account and I will use it to spoil the fuck out of both of you."

a light smile spreads across her face. "she wouldn't even remember half of this miggy, you know that?"

"we'll record it and everything" he shrugs, looking around the party feeling proud of his work. "I want her to have the best birthday ever. not just this but the next one and the next one and the next"

she can't help but feel her heart soften. he is so full of love every time he talks about their baby, an ultimate girl dad.

"i can't imagine what you will do for her quinceanera"

he winces at that, head shaking at the thought. "don't remind me. i want our baby girl to stay little forever"

she chuckles at that, standing on her tippy toes to kiss his chin. "what an amazing father you are, my love"

his cheeks warm at the compliment, glancing down at her to give her a grateful smile. one that speaks how glad he is to have her by his side, to call her his, to hear those words coming from her lips.

the sound of a precious giggle distracts them both, craning their heads toward the source of the sound and seeing jess holding their baby girl in her arms. dressed in a pretty pink dress with tiara on top

y/n reaches out to make grabby hands at jess. "hello pretty girl! gimme gimme" picking sofia from jess's grip, earning a cute giggle from her,

"she couldn't stop pulling at peter's hair-- your baby's got quite a grip" she mentions before walking away with a smile,

miguel snorts at that, silently patting himself on the back for what his baby had done,

cradling her closer to her chest, y/n fakes a gasp. "eso hizo, no es asi? uncle peter probably deserved it"

sofia babbles more, clapping her chubby hands at the two of them. miguel chuckles at the baby's cute antics and the way his wife talks in a baby voice,

a lucky bastard he is,

"daddy did this all for you, mamas-- aren't you happy? yeah?" she coos once more, bringing sofia closer to Miguel,

''come here pretty girl" miguel's hands move to grab her tiny body, picking her from his wife's grip. a sigh of contentment escapes from his lips. "my little princess... aren't you the prettiest baby I have ever seen, hm? you got that from your mami"

y/n eyes the interaction between the two of them, her finger moves to sofia's hand which she grips it.

"she is so fluffy.. we have a chunky baby"

miguel frowns, feigning a fake offensive look. "you calling our baby fat, mi amor?"

rolling your eyes, you scoff at him. "she's cute like this... i like it..." she gives a loud smooch on her baby's cheek making her giggle more,

miguel bobs sofia lightly in his embrace, inhaling the scent of her shampoo while keeping his eyes on y/n.

none of this was ever planned. miguel had no clue that being married and having a baby would be on his bucket list. if someone would've told him four years ago that he would eventually settle down and have a family, he would tell that person to fuck off and how crazy that idea sounds. because marriage wasn't his thing,

but now? he would kill the entire universe for his girls

"what are you thinking, papi?" she asks, head tilting in curiosity when his eyes won't move away from her,

he stays silent for a moment, pressing his cheek against sofia's head as she toys with the collar of his shirt,

"vamos a tener a otro bebe" [let's have another baby]

-

i hope this is okay!! xx

[mingyus-blackcard]

ੈ✩‧₊ Black Rose ੈ✩‧₊

Pairing : Choi Seungcheol x Male reader

Words : 1.3k

Genres : Angst, Revenge au, Yandere au, Idol au

TW: Angst, Main character dying, Yandere,

Music : Guilty by Taemin

A/N : This is the sequel to the fic Red Rose, it is advised to read that before reading this for better relatability. Feedback is much appreciated. Requests and questions are always open!

Making the last adjustments, choosing the music bank schedules, organizing the promotional events—all of which took a toll on Seungcheol as the leader of one of the most well-known bands in the world—and spending the majority of his days in the studio as the comeback was approaching. He had just collapsed onto the couch after his trip to the HYBE building, too tired to move a limb, and was about to fall asleep when the doorbell rang, ruining his precious sleep. He sweared if it was the manager or any of his members despite loving them to death, he would kill them with a pen and not care of the criminal charges faced by him. 

“Mail for Mr. Choi, Apartment 3607.”

He murmured a brief thank you and opened the mail, which was little more than a sheet of paper, thinking as to what he might possibly get at 7 o'clock in the evening.

“Another one of the fan letters, don’t know how they manage to get my address.” He muttered before starting to read the content of letter.

“Dear Seungcheol,

You never know when your heart starts beating for someone else, just like mine started 2 years ago.

Even with those long lashes shielding your ebony eyes, they drew me in. Your shaggy mullet was in need of a haircut, but who was I to say? Those strong muscles ready to tear off the blue shirt you never threw, even though I told you repeatedly to do so. You would always respond that it was your lucky charm because it helped you get with me. Guess you got a home run with me. 

If all you had to do was run, why take a break for me. Your so-called love for your fans, would be all shattered if they get to know of your true escapades. I can already imagine the headlines, ‘Top boy band’s leader being the definition of coward.’ Or maybe it’s just my poetry speaking up. That’s why they say don’t date a poet, you will definitely become one of their muses. After the so called break up, which I must point out you didn’t have the guts to do in person, I felt like death was possible without dying. I did not want to kill myself, rather kill something inside me. I was tired of fighting, I wanted to give up but then I remembered, for once I want to be fought over. So here I am, giving you a chance, fight me for your future, fight me for your career, fight me for your success. Meet me at the place where you first took me for out first date. The time being when Cinderella had to rush back, but here it will be you rushing to save your image. And well if you think this is mere joke, see you tomorrow in the headlines my love.

To the moon and never back ~

Y/N”

Seungcheol just sat there, the paper crumbling in his hands, the shock taking over his body. How could a guy who didn’t think of anything but romance be able to manipulate him into giving up his career. Checking the time which halted at 9pm, Seungcheol not taking this lightly rushed to his car and drove the spot he and Y/N had their first date. A cliff which Seungcheol had founded while filming for going seventeen. The sunset adding the sparkle to the champagne as they clinked their glasses to the eternal future filled with love. How they shared their plans for the future, Y/N merely a first-year English honour student while Seungcheol finding the muse in him for their next album. 

They laughed the evening, 

They smiled the night,

 They fell in love at the sun’s sight.

As soon as Seungcheol reached the spot, he was not shocked to see Y/N waiting for him. He was definitely not used to seeing Y/N being all buffed up. The back his used to hug had definitely become broader, the waist he used to hold, had definitely become smaller, the legs which he would hold had definitely become thicker. 

“Y/N” Seungcheol called out, for him to be greeted by the eyes where once he saw his love. Instead of holding the usual glint, the black orbs now being a sign of darkness.

“You came.” Y/N smirked, very well knowing the answer as to why he came.

“You called.”

“I called or did your dangling future called.”

“It’s not like that-”.

“Honey leave the bullshit. I am not dating you anymore and neither are you. I am here to just get some reward for the information I have dug up.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Stoop so low that you will leak the relationship.”

“Just to correct you, firstly, the relationship we had. Secondly, who am I to stoop low when the other guy has to send his company to break up.”

“I had my reasons.”

“Such as winning a daesang, going on a world tour, releasing 3 hit albums ?”

“Try to understand, I was forced-.”

“Keep your excuses for your next song. Don’t give me the crap.” Y/N said while moving a step towards Seungcheol while the latter took a step backward, wanting to keep his distance if the former tried to pull a trick.

“I have enough words for my next album Y/N. Do not worry about how much money I can through that. How much money do you want instead for keeping your mouth shut.”

“I remembered you liked my mouth open wide, guess people change over time.” Y/N simply winked while taking another step towards Seungcheol.

“Cut the crap-”

“That’s a lot of attitude coming from a person who has a lot to lose.” 

“What do you want? You name it, Money, sponsorship, trips, luxury, just name it.”

“ I wish money could buy what I wanted Seungcheol. Sadly, it’s something only you can give.”

“Tell me, just tell me and I will do it.”

“Such a good lil pup you have become, An apology.”

“What!? Are you kidding me Y/N!? You made me come here just to apologise!? Ok, then here you go. Sorry Y/N for breaking your little heart. Happy?”

Y/N just stared at Seungcheol, taking a step forward each time each time Seungcheol backed.

“Happier than before, thanks to you my love.”

“Don’t call me that, anyways I shall be leaving, had enough of your nonsense in the middle of the night.”

“Of course, leave as you shall please, but only if the twig you are standing on does not break before you move.”

As soon as the words came out of Y/N’s mouth, the snapping of the twig was heard, Seungcheol losing his grip and trying to find something he could grab, before slipping down the cliff only to hang from the edge of the cliff.

Seungcheol looking around with frail eyes, his breathing becoming haggard, his hands holding on for dear life.

“YOU PLANNED THIS DIDN’T YOU!?” Seungcheol gritted through his teeth, trying his best not to move much to avoid losing his grip and falling.

“Nah, that’s just nature playing against you. I have yet to take my apology.” With that Y/N kicked Seugcheol’s hand, which was hanging on the cliff. Seungcheol wanted to scream but could not, he knew the music in his album had finished playing. He could only stare at the guy who was once the love of his life. His life flashing through his eyes, his members, his family, his friends, Y/N.

Y/N just stood there, watching him fall, not feeling an ounce of regret. The months he spent crying and dwelling on that guy finally redeeming as something useful. 

“I can call you anything my love, 

But at your funeral when cries are what I hear,

I shall take pride in bringing you the rose,

The petals flying as the wind blows,

The rose which is dear,

The black rose, capturing the fear. 

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

hi, this is my first request and I really love your writing <3

could u write something where eddie has a crush on reader and he knows that she's very into glam metal and hard rock, so he tries to wear make up, hairspray (maybe some glam rock clothes too) because he wants to impress her

This was such a cute idea!! (i’m also a huge fan of glam/hair metal too so this one was so much fun to write!!) sorry it took me so long to get to, and i apologize if it seems rushed (because it was😅) and while writing this i was inspired to make another fic so hopefully that one will be out soon 🥰

Pretty Boy

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @tayhar811 @wistfulwisteriawitch @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @zoeyquinn94 (crossed out names wouldn’t let me tag)

Words- 2.5k

You smiled at your coworker as you walked through the front door, the little bell ringing as you opened it and they looked over to you with a smirk as you approached the counter.

You’ve been working at the local music shop for a few months and it was an absolute dream! You were surrounded by different instruments and records all day long, getting to see the different people come in and get to talk to them about all different types of music and listen to them play their instruments.

After you started, you noticed that there was a new regular who came in almost every time you worked, and you were always happy to see him whenever he came in.

He was nice, very respectful, and he was always up for talking about music with you, especially his favorite genre: metal. Though you were more into glam metal than the heavier stuff Eddie was into, he never once criticized your taste, and would even ask you things about your favorite bands.

It was nice to know that there was someone who came in that you could consider a friend, especially a cute boy like him.

However, you noticed that each time he came in, he would look different than the last time you saw him.

He’d tease his hair up a bit more, started wearing a little bit of dark eyeliner, and he even asked you to pick out a few tapes for your favorite bands for him to listen to until the next time he came in. You had to admit, the new look he was trying out wasn’t bad, but you loved how he normally was.

You adored his unruly hair and black leather jacket with his battle vest over it, keeping an eye out for each new patch or pin he put onto it so you could listen to a few of their songs, it’s what made Eddie… Eddie.

As you walked around the counter to clock in, your coworker turned to you with a smirk,

“Your loverboy’s practicing in one of the rooms in back,” They said, teasing you a bit, but it was all in good fun, “you think he’s gonna try and ask you out finally?”

“Oh shush, he’s not my loverboy and he’s not going to ask me out.” You said, rolling your eyes, “He’s just a friend! I mean yeah, he’s sweet, and he’s funny… and he’s cute.”

You and your coworker giggled to yourselves as they walked behind you back to the front of the counter,

“Well i’m gonna go on my break,” they said, quickly clocking out before rushing themselves to the door, “when i get back you better tell me where he’s taking you!”

You rolled your eyes once more and looked through the little box of cassette tapes that was kept under the counter, finding one of the Cinderella tapes and placing it into the stereo.

You could hear the faint sounds of Eddie playing his guitar in one of the back rooms, and you smiled as you slowly walked through the store, following the sounds of his strumming all the way to the back. The store had been empty, nothing out of the ordinary for a Monday, but it gave you the opportunity to wander and take a look at all the new things that had been brought into the store over the weekend.

You glanced over the walls as you stepped close and closer into the back rooms, looking at all the new records and cassettes that had been brought in and the new guitars that had been placed all along the walls, seeing that one was missing from its spot. Most likely it was the one that Eddie took with him into the back room.

The sounds of Eddie’s strumming became more and more clear to you, and you started to recognize the song he was playing.

You’re in Love by Ratt.

Eddie didn’t seem like the type to be playing a song like that, especially since you knew glam metal wasn’t really his thing, but you smiled to yourself knowing that you were the one who showed him the song.

You looked back behind you at the entrance of the store to see if anyone had been close by, just in case you actually had to do your job and keep an eye on the merchandise from behind the counter, but seeing as no one had come close to walking in you continued on your way to the practice rooms.

You didn’t want to make it seem too obvious that you were listening to Eddie play, though you did love to watch him practice up front on the days where he was browsing the new guitars that were brought in. He had always picked up a new guitar each time, playing a different song, only to put it back and do the same thing all over again within the next few days. He was talented, and you knew that for sure, especially with how quickly he had picked up on the chords for songs he had only heard a few times. You loved to watch him play, it was almost hypnotic how natural he made it look and after he finished playing he always looked up to you with the sweetest smile on his face.

Though you would love it if Eddie did ask you out, you wouldn’t want to make things too awkward around each other when he came into the shop, and you definitely didn’t want to ruin the friendship the two of you had. You weren’t close, but you were far from strangers at this point.

You had been snapped out of your trance as you heard the bell ring from the front door, quickly making your way back up front behind the counter, greeting the mother and son that had made their way in with a smile.

You sighed to yourself, leaning your elbows on the counter and resting your head in your palm as your eyes wandered over the store once more. Though you loved your job, it could be incredibly boring at times.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall, fixating your eyes onto the little red hand as it ticked by, counting down the seconds, not noticing that someone had approached you at the counter,

“Hello? (y/n)? You alright?” Eddie said with a smile.

You had jumped in your spot, not expecting him to be there so suddenly, like he had appeared out of nowhere. You must’ve been focused on the little red hand for longer than you had thought.

Your lips curled into a smile, a soft giggle escaping your lips as your hand clutched your chest,

“Sorry, you scared me. You look…” You stared him up and down, taking in his presence entirely. He was still changing up his look a bit more than usual, black ripped jeans that were a bit tighter than normal, black boots, one of his Corroded Coffin shirts with the sleeves cut off, and you noticed that he had a bit of eyeliner on as well, not to mention the few rings and necklaces that he had chosen. You didn’t hate this new look on Eddie, but you thought that he’d look so much cuter just being himself,

“different.” You said with a smile.

“Different good?” He said raising an eyebrow, “Or different bad?”

“Different good i guess,” You smiled up at him with your hands resting on top of your fists, “you know that makeup makes you look real pretty,” you said with a giggle, “you look a little bit like Slash if i squint too.”

You could see the lightest pink blush on his cheeks, though he looked down at the floor in an attempt to hide it from you.

Eddie couldn’t help but have a little crush on you, especially given how nice you were and how pretty he thought you looked every time he saw you smile, and just hearing your giggle made his heart flutter. He wanted nothing more than to get your attention, and after seeing how much you loved glam metal he figured it was worth a shot to try and look a little bit like the guys in those bands.

It wasn’t him, and he didn’t love how the guys made fun of him every now and then for the tighter clothes and the hairspray and makeup, but he didn’t care. He’d do anything to get just the littlest bit of attention from you, and if that meant changing his look a bit to get you to notice him more then so be it.

“You know i heard you playing earlier, i love that song.”

“You were listening?” Eddie said with a gentle smile tugging at his lips and you nodded.

“Yeah! I always listen when you play, you’re amazing at it. You make it look so easy too!”

With every compliment his cheeks got redder, and though he always got flustered around you it was exactly what he wanted. You were giving him the attention he so desperately craved from you.

“But, can i be honest with you about something?” You said with a bit of hesitance in your voice, and your tone made Eddie fear the worst, though he couldn’t let you see how it was affecting him.

“Yeah, of course you can.”

“I think you look a lot better when you wear all your normal stuff. I think it suits you a lot better than all this extra stuff.”

He smiled bashfully, not expecting you to admit how you liked him, the normal him, without all the extra flair. And though he liked getting dressed up for you every now and then, it was nice to know that all the extras weren’t needed.

“You think so? I thought you liked those guys in the bands you listen to, with all the makeup and big hair, and those pants that are so tight they really leave nothing to the imagination. You’re telling me not all girls are into that?”

You giggled again at his attempt to try and make fun of not only himself, but the guys on all the album covers scattered over the store that looked almost exactly like his description.

“I mean some of them are cute, but i think without all that on you look a lot like Slash, or Kirk Hammett from Metallica!”

He was amazed that he could be compared to the guitarist of Metallica, one of his favorite bands in the world, and though he had heard similar things from others he knew that if it was coming from you it was genuine. Like you had really meant it instead of just saying it to get him to like you just a bit more, though it was impossible to like you more than he already did.

You had constantly been on his mind from the moment he saw you, and each time he came into the store and was able to talk to you made his day. Each time he asked you for a band recommendation he’d go home and listen to every tape of theirs he could find, every time you mentioned a different feature on one of the band members of Mötley Crüe or FireHouse he made sure to take note of it and check to see if you’d noticed how he changed the same features on himself, and every single time he came into the shop and played on the different guitars on the floor he was always playing for you. Though you didn’t realize it until now, Eddie had done everything he could to win your affection and gain the attention he wanted from you so badly, and to have you finally noticing him and the little changes he would make let him know that though he had been trying so desperately to look and act like the guys in the bands you loved, you already liked everything about him.

And the fact that you had finally noticed the song he had been playing, waiting until you came in for your shift to practice it loud enough for you to know he was there once more, playing that song just for you.

It gave him just the right amount of confidence to finally want to ask you the question that had been plaguing his mind since the moment he laid eyes on you,

“Hey, um, i actually wanted to ask you something… And you can absolutely say no if you want to! I don’t want to pressure you into saying yes just cause i’m asking you at your job, that’s not what i’m trying to do at all!” He took a deep breath to quickly regain his train of thought before he kept rambling from how nervous he was, “There’s this show just outside of town this Saturday, there’s gonna be a bunch of bands playing at this venue one of my friends was telling me about, would you um…”

He looked down at the floor, almost to try and hide how nervous he truly was,

“Would you want to go with me?”

You gave Eddie a sweet smile, looking him over once more and blushing at the fact that he was so nervous to ask you something you know he must’ve been practicing in his head for weeks.

“No.” You said with a little smirk.

Eddie’s smile dropped instantly and his nervousness started to become embarrassment, his face bright red,

“No?”

“No. But,” You leaned in closer to him, a smile still painted across your lips, “if the normal Eddie wants to take me i’d love to go with him.”

Eddie’s heart rate picked up once more, his red face of embarrassment became a blush as your response made him flustered once more.

“Really? You’ll go? You’re not fucking with me?”

“Of course not!” You giggled, “I’d be happy to go with you.”

You and Eddies conversation had been cut shirt by the mother holding her sons hand behind Eddie at the counter cleaning her throat to gain your attention.

“Sorry,” Eddie said as he moved aside for them to take their place at the counter to check out, the mother placing a few cassettes onto the counter for you to ring up as Eddie made his way towards the door, “i’ll pick you up at 7, ok?”

You smiled and nodded to him, making sure to give him a little wave as he exited the shop, and you could tell he was so excited to finally be able to take you out like he had dreamed about for so many months.

As you finished ringing out the mother and son, your coworker finally returned from their break, clocking in once more and taking their place back behind the counter with you, noticing the light pink blush painted across your face and Eddie was nowhere to be found in the shop,

“So,” they said, nudging your arm, “did he ask you out finally?”

You looked over to them with a smile and tried to hide the blush on your face from them, knowing that it would be just another reason to poke fun at the little crushes you and Eddie had on one another. Something that had been apparent to everyone except for each other.

“Shut up.”

[softsweetwhispers]

The stage is alight with blue, azure beaming down from the lights and hitting the paint-splattered set floor. Underneath your feet, vibrations from the practicing band pulse in time with Ten Minutes Ago. A couple of kids fly past you, pushing the staircase set piece that splits in half. You can almost imagine Cinderella herself standing on it, leaning down to carefully take off one shoe as the music intensifies to a crescendo. Or maybe you’ve just seen the show too many times. Still, it seems vivid, you can’t help getting caught up in the fairytale.

Backstage, energy pushes itself to the center of attention. Anticipation hums through the air and thickens the tension, a feeling that might've been familiar if the stakes weren’t so high. Everyone is alright with nerves and excitement, the pride of showing something they’ve worked so hard on mixed with the fear of all the things that could go going wrong. 

Cast members pile themselves together in groups, laughing as loudly as they can before the house opens and they have to fall to a hushed silence. Grease foundation is smeared on their faces, counters, and brushes, highlighter and contour is being exchanged with a natural ease, people sit stock-still, hardly breathing as others help those that need it apply their makeup. 

Tech kids linger in the doorway as they eat what’s left of whatever dinner one of the mom’s brought. They fill the spaces that aren’t taken up with elaborate early-century costumes, bodies soaked in cologne, champagne, and BO, and props that need to be added to the ‘To Be Fixed’ list. 

The fast pace is familiar and you let yourself fall into the easy rhythm. You watch as they too, surrounded by people who are doing the same thing they are with the same kind of reinforced passion. They get ready for their first performance under the lights, with the smell of chalk and light background chatter. 

Opening night is officially a go. Here’s to hoping nothing too monumental happens. 

Opening Night (inspired by a true story)

[mulderscully]

this stupid song has me imagining a firstprince au where alex is a football player for ut austin bc his mom was the first female coach or whatever the fuck he has to win the big game and henry something equally impressive in it's own right like wrestling or something (i'm TRYING not to say marching band but you know what i really want) idk and basically alex runs across the field and kisses henry with tongue cinderella story style and i hate being a situation where i thought of sports romantically

[izzystradlinswife]

Beach day

Tom Keifer x Reader

Just a little blurb about soft Tom spending time on a beach with you.

You got there a little after one to avoid unnecessary visits with fans. He made it very apparent he just wanted to spend some time with you, not in a sexual way but just to be near you, hold you, love you.

This side of him piqued when he hadn't spent the time he wished he could with you. It wasn't often that he just had free time to spend with his lovely girl. You had set down the blanket and walked to the water almost immediately, Tom following closely behind you. He knew you loved the beach, reminding you of almost forgotten childhood memories, bringing a tinge of sadness with it not for long, though.

Once you waded about waist deep in the water, you splashed some water up at him, giggles erupted from the both of you as you both drenched each other in water. The warm sun beating down on your face and shoulders, definitely leaving behind a sunburn. You smiled at him with pure passion as you felt the summer breeze drying the ocean water onto your taught skin.

He took a step closer to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Before pulling back, he whispered a quiet "I love you" against your lips. His smile lazy as his eyes rested against your figure admiring you, his hands still rested comfortably against your hips, keeping your body close.

After a few more minutes of loving looks you walked back to your beach towel to which you both sat on, the sun hot enough to dry your bodies slowly not needing a towel to be wrapped around you. You rested your head against his chest, relaxing in his presence. You played with his callused hands, moving the digits, switching to fidget with the rings on his fingers. In a steady rhythm, your head moved up and down with his breathing pattern. His breath becomes shallow and deeper, his sleeping body lulling you to sleep.

When you wake up your body warm, the smell of the sea evident from the both of you, when you look up at him his eyes are puffy with drowsiness, his hair wavy and crazy looking from the ocean, it doesn't help its tousled from the nap. His lips a cherry red from a recent sunburn, but he lets you kiss him softly, your lips moving against each others, slow and loving. It didn't need to be rushed; you were both savoring each other's company.

You both packed up your things as you threw on one of his shirts you found in the back of his car, the way home was quiet music barely playing, his hand resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth in a soothing motion.

By far, this was your favorite way to spend time with him.

Masterlist

[blobfishuu]

What songs do you think the Goth™ from Cinderella boy would like to listen to?

OHH TBH IDK SINCE I DONT LISTEN TO THAT TYPE OF MUSIC MUCH but i found this playlist on spotify and he'd probably blast it https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0SgyK6Rl58KJH3UGWDhSyc

(it would be funny if he was secretly into boy band stuff too LOL. OR ... imagine he's just listening to MLP friendship is magic while pretending it's something else)

[allwaswell16]

Hi! What ongoing fics are you currently following??

oof, I've been so busy lately that I haven't had a chance to really follow any but here are some I know about! And if anyone else has more, please reply with some others!

you are my destiny (you are the reason that i still believe) by @alwaysxlarrie

Being a new employee at a company means that you have to learn to brush off the shitty bosses, shitty coworkers, and not getting the credit you actually deserve for things. At least, that's been Harry Styles' experience. Coworkers who steal his ideas in pursuit of getting praise and a raise, and a boss who's indifferent at best and condescending at worst. Harry has learned to expect this reality for the foreseeable future. He's accepted it.

What he hadn't expected was for Louis Tomlinson to waltz into their company, and his life, and change around everything he thought he knew about fate.

A Cinderella AU.

Of Hangovers and Hell by @unreadablehandle

Harry is not exactly a loves-social-gatherings guy. So when Niall talks him into going to a party, one during which Harry somehow ends up in a room of no other than the pretentious athlete Louis Tomlinson... shit goes down.

(very loosely) inspired by that one selfie, you know which one

The Habit I Can't Break by @cyantific

While searching for a healthy alternative to fill the void that one habit left, Louis gets hooked on something and someone totally different. This new experience pushes him way out of his comfort zone, making Louis realize he’s capable of so much more than he could’ve ever imagined.

Or… The one where Louis quits smoking and tries to get healthy, and Harry is the fitness instructor who helps him achieve those goals while making him sweat in and out of the gym. In which Harry and Louis still meet at bootcamp, just not the one you’re thinking of.

Featuring Lottie as the supportive sister who drags her brother to bootcamp class, Louis as the grumpy (and very recent) ex-smoker, and Harry as the instructor with exhausting amounts of enthusiasm and one obnoxious pair of yellow trainers.

real love (ain't that something rare?) by roguesue / @theroguesue

Louis Tomlinson has been taught to appreciate life for the little things, to never take anything for granted and to always enjoy the things you have, no matter how little or insignificant they may appear to be. But when his mum marries a rich man, he’s suddenly thrust into a life he’s always hated.

He is determined to keep hating the life he's loathed since he was little, but everything changes when he meets a rich spoiled brat named Harry Styles, who as it turns out, has the power to more than change his mindset.

You, Me, (and everyone we know) by Imogenlee / @imogenleefic

Rockstar Harry Styles has been making headlines since he was barely legal. After a string of bad decisions, PR nightmares, and an obvious inability to take anything seriously, management and his other band members insist he needs a full-time, live-in personal assistant. After hiring and firing half of the executive PA's in the city, the boys stumble across one that might be able to put up with Harry's shit.

Applicant: Name: Louis Tomlinson. Qualifications: None. Experience: Two weeks. Why did you leave your last job: Boss was a wanker. Past Employer Referee: Absolutely not. What made you apply: I didn't. Why the fuck are you idiots making me fill this form out after you forced me to take the job?

Save Me (from myself) by Imogenlee / @imogenleefic

The problem with being friends with Liam Payne was that he had a lot of friends... and forced them to be around each other. When they finished high school, both Louis and Harry were equally relieved that they wouldn't have to tolerate each other constantly or whatever it was that they did.

For five years, it worked out perfectly. They'd only had to see each other a handful of times.

Unfortunately, Liam had to go and get engaged, ask them to both be groomsmen, and then go full groomzilla on their arses. With just twelve weeks to plan the 'perfect' destination wedding and throw every ridiculous pre-wedding celebration Liam and his fiancée stumble across, it was safe to say they were firmly back in each other's lives.

And no one could have predicted that was exactly what they needed.

Give Me Your Forever by twinflamelarry / @twinflamebreeze

Being born without any superpowers is about as normal as life gets, that is unless you are growing up in an academy full of kids with supernatural powers. That's Louis' life, being the ordinary one. These kids and this stringent academy are all he has known in the name of family and home. Eighteen bittersweet years, some friendships and a tragedy later, the academy falls apart, leaving everyone with the only option of moving on. And Louis does so, all in the hopes of leaving the past and that particular curly haired boy behind.

What happens when all of them return under the same old roof after seven years? The answer is, definitely not a happy family reunion. Louis could prepare for all of it; bitter family members, traumas of the past, old love and whatever life-altering secrets that will unravel during this visit, but how does one prepare for... possibly the end of the fucking world as we know it?

Or an Umbrella Academy AU with a good portion of gay romance.

it's you by harryanthus_annuus / @harryanthus-annuus

A threat clouds the success of Marcel Cox’s 2022 World Tour. In the final hour of desperation, his team sets out in search for a double. Only too happy to have someone else take the figurative bullet for him, Marcel makes sure this ‘Harry Styles’ bloke finds his list of assignments ample — including wining and dining his much-loathed PR boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson.

Calm after the Storm by Darling28 / @darling-28

Louis and Harry have been best friends since childhood and lovers since they were 15. They can't imagine their lives without each other and yet that's exactly what they both have to cope with when Harry is allowed to do a year's internship abroad. Both initially believe they can manage it but everything suddenly crumbles and neither of them knows how to hold on to the other.

While Harry suddenly has a rising career ahead of him, Louis slips into an abusive relationship after their break up without realising it.

But what happens when Harry comes back and stands in front of Louis again after years of separation? And how do you deal with it when you still love the other person as much as you did from the beginning?

I've Got Demons, You've Got Scars by @mission2feelike

Harry’s life has been ruined twice. Once, the first time his alpha raised his fist four years ago, and then again today when his job discovered that he is an omega in a world where omegas, especially bonded omegas, have no rights. Now, he’s stuck trying to figure out how he’s going to take care of his four-year-old daughter, Mia. Just when it’s looking completely hopeless, a possible job arises. Someone is looking for an omega to help an alpha in need. The only problem is that the alpha has been diagnosed with Alpha Rage, a crippling disease that causes an alpha to become feral, making them succumb to their most instinctual, primal versions of themselves.

A story of an omega that’s been broken, an alpha that can’t trust himself, and their unlikely relationship.

Lovingly known as 'The Feral Louis Fic'.

Unrequited by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy. Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly.

However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn’t know just how many dangers linger in French Court.

[hussyknee]

I'm gonna be honest, I don't have much hope for the Red, White and Royal Blue movie, if they ever even get around to releasing it. I think the guy who plays Henry was chosen because he played Pierce Brosnan's character's son Prince Charming in Cinderella bc tbh he looks like a Ken doll. Kissing Booth guy is way too beefcake and has zero sparkle to play Alex. Alex Claremont-Diaz is all about sparkle.

More than anything it's produced by Greg Berlanti, worst white gay to happen to network TV. Speaking as someone who was obsessed with his DCTv shows, Love, Simon was the only worthwhile thing he's ever done, and even that doesn't make up for his studio's treatment of Keiynan Lonsdale and literally every actor they've ever worked with, especially women and actors of colour. He and his merry band of ghouls need to go out of business yesterday. His brand of queer "representation" is pure white cis het respectability politics, built on sexual harrassment, racism, misogyny, worker exploitation and white privilege. I do not want this man and his toxic waste dump to get their hands on any more artists or crew of colour.

RW&RB works because it's a political wish fulfillment fantasy by a queer person that advocates for something more than just white liberal guff. Berlanti is nothing but that. Considering how much further left the young queer zeitgeist has moved since the book was published in 2019, what with the 2020 BLM protests and covid, the movie should also reflect that in order to represent queer people of colour. If not, you're just putting vulnerable people in the hands of racists and misogynists to tokenize characters of colour and erase our actual interests.

Anyway, my fancast for Alex is young Tyler Posey (bisexual Latino anyone?) and Henry is young William Moseley. Both are too old now to play the roles; fortunately the landscape of my imagination is much richer and more timeless than any live-action adaptation.

[widowshill]

Tag Nine People You'd Like to Get to Know Better!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): love a sky or mint blue, browns, deep greens, gold, and red-tint pinks!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): .... pumpkin spice wins to be very honest. vanilla, lavender, rose, anything ostensibly ''coffee'' flavored, mint, berries.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: lately it's been almost exclusively the 60's channel which says both everything and nothing at all. I like pop groups a lot (monkees, herman's hermits, paul revere & the raiders, dave clark five, mamas & the papas, beach boys) but I also really like the rock side, too (stones, doors, animals, alice cooper, yardbirds). admittedly am not immune to elvis. when it's not that ... I like big band swing, showtunes, sea shanties, 70s-80s rock, soundtracks. ah. lots !

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): must a girl's taste be "good" ? saving mr. banks 2013, rebecca 1940, potc: curse of the black pearl 2003, cinderella 2015, alice in wonderland 2010, the princess and the frog 2009, dangerous liaisons 1988, the favourite 2018, portrait of a lady on fire 2019, the lion in winter 1968 (a new addition!)

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: dark shadows, black sails, smash (must a show be good?), the imagineering story, ghost files + buzzfeed unsolved, agent carter, the twilight zone, flash forward

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: i'm into something good, herman's hermits

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: oh ... book series? I don't think I have an answer to this one. the last series i remember reading was asoiaf but that was years ago, alas.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: willy wonka and the chocolate factory ! it was on and i had to peep miss d.enise n.ickerson

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: this is embarrassing but um. nothing rn. here's my to-read pile instead: the girls: sappho goes to hollywood, wide sargasso sea, emily wilson's iliad translation, the wooden world: an anatomy of the georgian navy, pillaging the empire: piracy in the americas 1500-1750.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: dark shadows... yeah that's pretty much it. i live here basically.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: a very self-indulgent cutesy fancam, r/v proposal scene, NAB code violations gifset, short r/v euphemistic comic (still planning stages)

tagged by: @retrograderesemblance ty friend !! <3 tagging: @gaslightgallows @tortoisesshells @dying-suffering-french-stalkers @boltlightning @evil-dead-head-1980 @rejectshumanity @charroblanco @sanitatcm @seafavoured mwah.