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delugguk · 2 years

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all for you

PAIR: idol!hoseok x reader

GENRE: smut, stablished relationship, fluff if you squint.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: doggy, reverse cowgirl lowkey? making out, flustered hoseok because he's just soooo cuteㅠ

summary: you were so proud of your boyfriend leading his first mini solo concert so that's what you wanted to show him.

note: this is my first hoseok fic let's goooo~~ I also wanted to dedicate this fic to @sxtaep bc I know how much she likes hoseok *giggles*

"you were so good baby, I'm so proud of you."

your body is on top of his while you softly kiss on his slightly red skin.

hoseok has a very drunk-on-love smile plastered on his face. "thank you baby.." murmuring with his lidded eyes while his hands rest on your hips, touching you delicately.

as you continue kissing his hot skin, you move towards his neck. hoseok sighs at the nice feeling of your warm lips wrapping around it when he tilt his head back, immersing himself into this moment and while he's very much enjoying the way you're treating him right nowㅡthe reason why his skin is subtly painted by a red tone is because...

ever since you came here with jimin to keep him company, easing his very troublesome and nervous mind, your mouth hasn't stopped complimenting him or encouraging him to do what he loves the most. bringing so much confidence in him that he can't help but feel his body get all heated, shy and excited at the same time. causing this very light red tone on his honey skinㅡfeeling embarrased whenever you do.. it's not that he doesn't believe it, but hearing you talk so beautiful about him makes him feel so many things.

things he doesn't seem to control.

things that go beyond him.

making his heart beat like crazy. - feelings overflow with thoughts and he feels lucky. lucky because he's able to let himself have someone like you in his life, by his side. his teammates are also special, but the emotional and physical support is very different when it comes to it. having someone to feel like this, crave like this and miss like this? he could only miss and treat his friends by one certain extent. you on the other hand, were always available for him, he could fuck you the way he wanted, love you the way he wanted, touch you the way he wanted.. It was all so different.

he's sure his friends could even understand this unmatched sentiment.

being his pretty cheerleader had him thought he could get used to it, but boy.. was he wrong.

today has been the day were he thinks you've praised him the most.

giving him energy before his stage, you began complimenting him so much after the concert was done too. starting when he was getting readyㅡto backstage, even in the way back to the hotel and it's just...

galaxies formed into your eyes. you seemed to be so proud of him and while he has felt the big energy of the stage, he doesn't think he has ever seen you this happy for him. you always were, but something about this night told him that you were definitely his to take.

something so genuine in you..

he began to think about how much he adored the way you showed love to him. admiring the way you could tell and express your feelings without much trouble, that was something very much hard when it comes to himself. he genuily can't do it without automatically feeling embarrassed, so shy. so seeing the way you make it look so easy.. It actually gave him courage to open up a little more with himself. to not care at all and admit that he's good enough, that he's doing just fine. he recognizes all of these things about himself though, but it's just that it's a little difficult and different when it comes to hearing that outside of his mind.

dating you has made a big impact on him because he now could say it out loud. he has gotten better but still, his skin was always faster than him before he could even speak.

as your lips seemed addicted to his skin, there was just something about seeing your boyfriend like this that made you want to love him all over. he seemed so calm, maybe so.. yours. you can't quite tell what are the right words to what you mean but after seeing how extraordinary he could be on stage..

people singing to his solo songs after many years.. seeing how much he's loved and the way he reacted so well.. he did such an amazing job at carrying what is one of the biggest challenges he could have as a solo artist and you couldn't help but feel so happy and proud of him for marking this grand step. It truly was an experience and so you wanted to show him allㅡgenuily feeling like giving him back all of his efforts.

even though you could only give this little..

having him looking like this in front you now: vulnerable to your touch, moaning for you, needing you.. this. this is what you liked. of all his sides, this was just one of your favorites. the one were at the end of the day he's always back to you, loving you. fucking you. this.

so as your lips keep giving sensual pecks into his cheeks, neck, ears, jawline, chin, forehead.. and just every part of his face, you wanted to make him feel good. - hoseok actually loved when you did that too. It made him feel very much wanted and loved. just what he needs and likes.

with his post-concert adrenaline, you wanted him to release it all.. with you. you wanted to drain all of his energy into you, you're willing to absorb it all. - you know just how much that relaxed him and how much he enjoyed fucking you each time.

raw, slow.. it doesn't matter how it is. he always give it to you good and there's just something about the way he touched you that you adored so much.. - his hands being one of your favourite parts of his body, you place them around your ass.

hoseok's reactions were always good, very pleasing to see. the way he sighed everytime you did something he liked and how he closed his eyes.. when you kiss him, his heart shaped lips along with the little mole on his top lip seemed to always shine everytime you both took short breaks to breath and when he talked to you.. irresistible. that's all you can say.

when the kiss gets more intense, his touch starts matching his pace.

rougher.

needier.

and he's suddenly lifting your shirt gripping your skin into pulling you closer to him.

his hair makes you giggle when his face buries against your neck, only causing him to smile while he kiss on it.

you loved the way he looked with this hair though.. so nice, so hot..

"fucking love you.." hoseok whispers into your skin as you grind your hips into each other. "thank you so much for being here baby.." he moans before his lips are back into yours.

you don't say a word. enjoying your boyfriend's warmth and need to release his post-concert euphoria. he knows he could use you, he knows that you'll let him, but still.. hoseok always liked to hear you say it.

"you're letting me-"

"yes." you quickly affirm. he doesn't need to ask. you know he'll be fine by just thisㅡhad spoke about his many times before, just a simple answer can make its work.

he doesn't say anything else, only a fainted grin showing on his face when he's laying his back down the hotel room's bed. dick very hard below you as your lips draw a trail of wet sensual kisses along his naked chest and stomach. causing a moan from him the moment he lays his lidded eyes down on you.. you seem so hungry for him, so passionate into wanting to make him feel good..

then a brainstorm of questions quickly pass through his mind.

does he deserves you?

but then he remembers the many times you have told him the way he does just as much as you deserve him. because you were made for each other, because you both have a great connection, because nobody could ever match your energy.. and it was all true. he remembers and he believes that so much. the amount of sense of stability and safety you provide him is beyond what he can ever imagine when it comes to a relationship like yours. he don't think he could ever escape this feeling. not if it's with you.

taking his bare dick with your hand, you give him a gentle squeeze followed by your lips wrapping against his tip.

"ah.." hoseok sighs. "ffuck I wanted this.." eyes slowly closing as his head hits his pillow after you start bopping your mouth into his length. "yeah.. I wanted this." whispering to himself as your walls clench around nothing.

something about him cursing in a lower and breathy tone that causes that much effect in you..

his hand goes down your hair, gently and when he glances at you coating his dick so well with your saliva he can't help but ask,

"ffucking hot." exhaling, eyes gone. "don't you want to bounce on my dick?" with the sexiest grin you could ever witness.

your mouth pops out of his length as you squeeze your legs and bite your lips. "I'll like to."

"then what the fuck are you waiting for?"

you inmediately froze at his words, before you remember how needy and rude he could getㅡbut that's just.. so hot of him, in your opinion.. so you give him doe eyes as you crawl on him and his dick is so fucking hard.. very much erect and twitching.. suddenly the thought of you giving yourself for him to use crossed your mind.

It'll be a good alternative way into giving him what he wants, no?

so, moving quickly you make yourself position into your hands and knees. arching your back exposing your ass to him. "fuck me like this."

hoseok gasps. you know how much he loves this.

"use me." you murmur as your walls clench. gosh, you were needing him very badly.

hoseok grunts. he notices. "ha.." sighing. "what will I do with you.." lifting himself off the bed to get close to you, palming your ass as one hand pumps his very hot length. "making me nuts.."

spank!

and you jump at the sudden touch. walls clenching even more.. hoseok bites his lips into a smile and his face looks almost too devilish when you glance at him. you don't think you've seen him be this sexy..

"If I fuck you now.. I will go hard, baby.." he states while his dick brushes against your wet folds, coating him just well. "hm?" he takes his face next to your neck, leaving hot sensual pecks.

your nipples were so hard.. good thing he toys with them.

"are you okay with that?" he whispers into your ear while one of his hands start caressing your clit.

"eunng" you moan, rolling your hips back and forth into his dick.

"hm?" he smirks against your hair.

"y-yes."

"mhm." it's all he says, his warmth no longer against your face.

when goes back to his old position, the moment he enters you has you looking for air. he didn't only feel good but the way he could easily introduce himself into you was what surprised and turned you on at the same time. so you were that wet huh?

It shouldn't be something to be so shocked about because you were always like this with him but.. you still get surprised at just how much. you know? It's like you can feel it but to actually see it.. yeah, it's a whole other feeling.

"fucking hell," he moans the moment you slowly start fucking yourself back into him. "..as expected." he grabs your hips with both hands. "fucking needy." when he starts thrusting into you, hard.

his thrusts start getting more messy by the minute, you both are moaning so much even thought the vocalizations aren't as much noisy. it's more of you panting, hissing and exhaling rather than big crying noises, somehow trying to keep it low but it's because you're both too immerse into this type of pleasure, it feels different and it's so hot.

hoseok's dick is glistening so much, he actually loved the wet noises both your genitals were making. - when he seats down, you start bouncing your ass into his dick without facing him. all he had was this incredible view of your ass covering his length from time to time that once you cummed, he's inmediately thrusting up at you so fast that when he fills you up with his cum, he takes his time to see the way your little pussy hole squeezes out all of your cum and his, mixed back onto his length. the sight being too much that he even collects it with his tip and pushes back into you, pushing some little more back and forth as you also move with him. enjoying that little of overstimulation.

when you're all showered and about to sleep, you say to him. "I'm so proud of you." cuddling into his arms.

hoseok chuckles. "you've already say that, baby." caressing your hair.

"I know, but I truly mean it, babe."

eyes looking at his and his lips are so close to yours, you take the opportunity to leave a peck on it.

and hoseok's heart flutter.

"I love you so much. do you know?" he's serious as his arms squeeze your body hard but soft enough into his.

"I do." you respond, and despite you both serious faces, there's nothing more that speaks louder than both of your eyes.. filled with so much adoration and love, hoseok feels the need to remind you all over again how grateful he is for you to be here.

"the best in the whole world. I'm so glad to have you here, with me." he faintly smiles as his eyes slowly close given to him being sleepy, but that doesn't stop him from giving you one last forehead kiss for the night.

you smile back at him even though he clearly can't see.

burying your face into his chest, you feel like the luckiest person in the world. having him in your arms, even though you're (technically) the one being on his right now, you couldn't help but feel so happy.

happy that he saw all the support.

happy to know that this was all for him and him only.. yeah, this was a big step for him and for the way you and jimin hyped all this thing up.. you see it to be very hard to get over with and so then, you hoped for much more days like these to come..

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xstevex-world · 1 year

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(Part 1 of the pop star Chrissy AU)

“So what you’re saying is that you are 100% positive that I’ve spent my day with, not only an actual, real life international pop sensation; but the same Chrissy Cunningham that you have been fangirling over since senior year of high school?”

Robin hears Steve groan on the other end of the line. She can't blame him though, she’s made him explain her exact situation to her 3 times over.

“Yes Robin, that’s definitely her,” he sighs.

Robin falls back down on her bed, she can’t believe this. If she had been honest with herself, that entire day felt like a fever dream, a fantasy she had conjued up from weeks of sheer boredom. It was hard to ignore, the feeling that her day shared with her was a one time thing, especially after Chrissy apologetically declined to meet up with her the next day, saying she had to do work stuff.

Thinking about it, in retrospect, the signs were there. She had absolutely talked about how she worked in music and had been travelling a lot with it recently - yeah, Robin thought she was probably in a small band or was a session musician by the way she talked so casually about it.

But this? Shit, this whole situation she's found herself in? it’s like something out of those stupid romance novels her mom and Steve like talk about.

She always had it in her head that pop stars were meant to be over the top and flashy, but Chris just seamed so…sweet. She was listened to robin ramble on and on about everything and nothing, laughed loudly at her terrible jokes before giving her perspective or talking all about her own experiences

And when she smiled? She radiated happiness and joy as if she was the personification of the sun. There would be an etching of that smile in her brain for the rest of Robin's life.

“Robin!”’ His voices takes her out of her trace, grounding her in reality. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah,” is all she mandages to say.

“So you have two options,” Steve explains, and gods, she wishes he was here so she could at least see his eyes roll at her obvious awkwardness.

“The first is you just ignore that this whole meeting ever happened,” which, yeah is she absolutely not doing. Even if she never got to meet Chrissy again, at least she would still have the memory of meetng that deity of a human being.

“Or?” She asks, hoping that even 3637 miles away, Steve would be able to bring her down from her wild panic.

“Or; you listen to me and go see her.”

Steve has always been rather blunt, it’s what Robin likes so much about him. He tells her exactly what he means, no in between meaning to his statements.

“She’s playing a concert tomorrow night in the city, it’s probably why she said she couldn’t hang out tomorrow, she has sound checks and rehearsals and stuff," he explained, as if he knew her entire schedule (what was she kidding, he probably did.) "I'm going to get you a ticket, so you go to see her tomorrow night, enjoy the show, take a photo and dm her telling her how good her performance was, ok?”

He makes it sound so simple.

“But what if I go and do all this and it turns out that-“

“She’s straight? Robs, she’s very open about being bisexual-“

“No, dingus!” She yells into the receiver, running her hand through her hair. “What if I read the entire thing wrong and she was just being nice? I’m famously not good at reading the room and, for all I know, she could have thought this was just all a friendly thing that we have going? Like, listen to me Steve, I’m me, and if she’s the same pop sensation that you’ve talked drones about for as long as I’ve known you then what could she gain with a romantic endeavour with me? She could have anyone and not the person who she met yesterday who’s…”

“Who’s what, robs?”

She can’t answer that, knows if she says what she wants to that Steve will deny it, but she knows who she is - she’s annoying, too much all the time and knows that logically she wouldn’t be anyone’s first choice in friend, let alone girlfriend.

Sometimes she thinks it’s a miracle that Steve has been her friend for as long as he has.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he interrupts her inner monologue, voice softer than she’s used to with him. “But you have to stop thinking that you’re not good enough. The only person who’s allowed to talk shit about my best friend is me…and probably Erica, but I think she thinks you’re too cool to actually insult you much.”

Robins audibly snorts, falling back onto her bed.

As hard as it was being away from her family and the rest of their little friend groupd, the thing she misses the most is Steve. She was so used to having her platonic soulmate with her at all times, ready to latch onto for whatever the reason may be.

And right now? She could really use a hug, pecifically one from Steve "The Hair" Harrington.

“Robs, just trust me, she wouldn’t have spend they day following you around Paris is she wasn’t completely gone for you - she would have been at Disneyland with Corroded Coffin getting pictures with Darth Vader and shouting about how it's a capitalist utopia while eating the churros…" he pauses momentarily, and robin knows exactly what he's going to ask next. "...actually, speaking of, did she-?"

“Talk about Eddie Munson? Well, considering that I didn’t know that it was the same Eddie that you’ve had a raging boner over for the past year despite the fact-"

“Robin!”

“It’s true!” She yells, face now beaming from her laughter. “I’ll make you a deal, Stevie, if you plan works then I’ll put in a good word with Chrissy for you, she’s bound to know what gonna bring you into Munson’s raider-"

“Robin, stop!”

"-because I have some stories, Steve, and you’re lucky I was listening because if I didn’t like Chrissy so much I know wouldn’t remember, which would suck for you because i now know a few rather scandalous stories about the guy-"

“ROBIN!” Steve shouts through the receiver, making robin jump. “Focus!”

She shuts up, smiling to herself.

“I wish you were here, dingus,” she admits, rolling onto her stomach. “At least you’d be able to help me out, maybe, if this works, make sure I don’t pass out in front of her.”

“Of course it’s going to work” he states with every syllable oozing that signature Harrington’s smugness. “But only if you wear those plaid pants you have, the ones that hug your thighs in all the right places-“

“Gross, dingus!”

But sure enough, she listens, but if Steve’s right about one thing it’s how to leave a lasting impression, especially in the “you look good” department.

So, the following evening, she dons blue, plaid pants with a plain black tank, slicks back her hair using whatever hair products Steve left during his last visit and makes up her face: brushing electric blue pigments onto her eyelids before smudging kohl against her waterline.

It takes her serval pep talks in the mirror to finally convince herself to actually leave the apartment, but she did it, managed to walk to the venue and wait, nursing her beer whilst leaning against the against the back wall.

Robin kind of regrets not tagging along to all the Chrissy Cunningham concerts that Steve invited her too in the past, maybe then she would know what to expect.

(Or, maybe then, she wouldn’t be in this exact situation, but who was she kidding, of course she would be, nothing straight forward ever happens to her).

The entire thing is overwhelming, the venue has been crowded since before she arrived, (since it was well after the opening act ended) which really isn’t her scene. She’s already nervous and her hands won't stop shaking and she's about to call it quits, text Steve that she'll pay him back for the tickets in actual money rather than their original plan and walk out the doors of the theater where she can crawl back into bed and scream into her pillow-

The lights dim, and everyone around starts screaming as the first notes of the synth play, Chrissy's voice carrying through the room.

Robin can't help but stare, she's so beautiful, stunningly gorgeous with the voice of an angel, she doesn't even notice the rest of the band join her one by one or the two dancers who have a hand on Chrissy's shoulder. She doesn't even realise the opening number has finished, can't pay attention to anything other than the cascading curls of chrissys hair, the way her body moves in one with the music, the same smile that struck her heart in the first place- the smile that shines brighter than any spotlight ever could.

She doesn't register much, barely hears anything other than Chrissy sing about new moons, staying when she shouldn't or sending her love to Wayne; songs she know she's probably heard before, probably from (just being in close proximity to steve Harrington), but none of that matters, shes memorised by her.

And when the final act is coming to a close, she almost misses it, but she can feel eyes on her even this far to the back of the crowd.

Robin only meets Eddie Munson’s eyes for a second, impossibly wide eyes staring her down in disbelief before seeing his cue to exit the stage. She almost drops her half-drank pint, a string of curses running through her head - but the whole interaction has her frozen.

Her brain tells her to "RUN! GET OUT!" before it escalates any further, the churn of pure anxiety in her stomach reminding her that this was a stupid plan, she shouldn't have come. She cant do this, won't do this-

She leaves before lights go black.

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So thank you all so much for the support on the first post, I was not expecting it to get traction buy you all loved it??? My heart is swelling omfg. Thank you for being patient with me with this part (I'm dyslexic and work full time, on top of just being very slow at producing, well, anything lol).

I'm hoping to have either 5 or 6 parts altogether if you guys keep enjoying it ((sorry not sorry to make you steddie fans sit through the Buckingham part first, Robin needs to get her girl!!!))

Shout out to my gf (who's not an st fan) for beta reading this with comments like "is Robin a useless lesbian?" Or "do they really say dingus in the show?" Or "wow, she really needs some loops!"

As a bonus treat, the concert playlist can be found here! Included are songs that represent or resemble the tracks on the set list of the gig that Robin goes too see (including the CCxCC material that would be played as the encore in the final three songs)

Taglist (if you wish to be added, I just ask you be polite about it x): @maya-custodios-dionach @papermachedragons @mildgendercrisis @vampiregirl1797 @lizard-dyk3 @hellomynameismoo @beckkthewreck @eboyawstenn @justmiiriam @gregre369 @korixae @victor-thee-corvid @yes-im-your-mom @bisexualdisastersworld @questionablequeeries

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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"Alright," Harry says as he fidgets with his earpieces before extending an arm out. "This is the part of the show where if you have a sign, now is the time to put it up."

All at once, waves of fans in the pit quickly hold up their signs in hopes that he'll read theirs with a memorable interaction. After walking around the stage, a particular sign catches his eye.

"You and YN were in our vows. Whose vows?" Harry reads in eagerness and the fans scream out in excitement when YN is shown on the screams above the stage. The couple is fortunate and grateful that their tour teams were able to align the majority of their tour dates around the same time in the same locations. It allowed them to be at one another's shows more frequently than any of their world tours and to say they were happy about the alignment was the understatement of the century.

It reminded them of their days back in the band as they travel the world together and sing their little hearts out to thousands of fans almost every night.

Love on Tour's camera crew are the best at their jobs and it shows as the screens display her just in time to capture her breath-taking smile as she laughs, putting her hands over her chest at what the fan's sign read.

"What did you say about us? Was it nice?... He fell in love with you at a One Direction concert!"

Fans see YN circle her fist beside her head, her other hand cupped to the side of her mouth as she cheers at the news. One can even say that the two of them fell in love at a One Direction concert, too.

"Which exact concert, I need to know. Where We Are Tour...Soldier Field...I remember the night and I could feel something in the air! I knew it was you two. It was palpable. Definitely not as palpable as my love for YN during that show but strong nonetheless!"

The audience members laugh along with YN before she playfully shakes her head at her fiancé's sassy comment. It's crazy to think how long ago that time in their lives was. Her being in a relationship with another man while secretly longing to be with her best friends and him having to hold in his true feelings for his bandmate a secret from the rest of the world.

Now the two are growing four years strong since they became an official couple and coming closer and closer to their wedding day.

"Clouds of love surrounded the stadium, it was unbelievable. Happy anniversary," As Harry nods toward the happy couple in the pit, his eyebrows shoot up when he hears the woman speak up again. "Huh? When's my anniversary?"

The crowd erupts into excited screams again at the mention of the secretive day the two former bandmates became an official couple.

He coughs into his fist in hopes to contain the cocky smile creeping onto his face. He fidgets with his earpieces as he walks towards the section of the audience reserved for his family and friends and spots his love easily. Her lips are curled up in a smirk, hands clasped together at her chest.

Harry extends an arm in her direction, "What do you think, baby?"

He watches as she gives him a cheeky shrug and the volume at which the crowd is screaming vibrates the arena.

Harry being Harry takes a deep, exaggerated breath in, eyes widening before his lips close in a tight-lipped smile, eyes closed with a shake of his head, "No. Nope. Nuh uh. Y'guys don't get it that easy. Confidential stuff, I'm afraid."

While the audience let out a long "aaww" in disappointment, he and his love share a chuckle. He knows that they two plan to keep that piece of information for themselves and will definitely not let it be announced so off-handedly.

And fans aren't truly mad at the lack of information. How can they when they see him send her tons of kisses, all of which she playful rolls her eyes at his cheesiness? Especially when they see her blow one back to him and he gladly catches it to stash it away in the flap of his pink and yellow jacket before introducing the next section of the show.

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corrodedseraphine · 1 year

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perfectly wrong | #1 I wish you hadn't saved me

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

chapter summary: When you all get together to say goodbye to Corroded Coffin before going on tour, the evening ends with a standard argument between you and Steve. The next day, under the influence of a massive hangover, he wonders if he might have overreacted, when he gets called to help with a patient. From a conversation between a doctor and another nurse, he learns that the person who showed up is in a very difficult situation. He was definitely not ready for who he finds there.

TW: mentions of pregnancy, domestic violence, blood, wounds and bruises, let me know if I forgot about something!

The story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | steve harrington masterlist | general masterlist

@phantypurple thank you so much for helping me with this whole "enemies" thing, I am new in it and your support really helped me ❤

Before we start!I don't have much knowledge about pregnancy, being a nurse etc, which doesn't change the fact that I will try to do research and write everything in the best way possible, I hope you will forgive me!

In the beginning, everything may seem quite chaotic, I do not hide it and I realize that after reading the first chapter you will be a bit confused and many questions will appear, but with each chapter I will try to develop it and clear up doubts.

Your opinion, feedback, questions or ideas are always welcome! If there is something what would you like to see in the story feel free to tell me about it in comments or in my inbox which is always open for you guys! Thank you so much for reading!

As soon as you crossed the threshold of The Hideout Robin immediately shouted your name. You cut through the crowd of people and with a smile on your lips made your way to your friends. Today was Corroded Coffin's first concert after the "earthquake." When Eddie finally recovered from everything that had happened he couldn't wait m until he returned to the stage. At first everyone thought that after what he experienced in the Upside Down he wouldn't be able to look at a guitar again, but he surprised you all. All the experiences inspired him to write many of the songs that, with the help of the government, will make up the band's first album. So this was the first and last concert for the guys before they set out to follow their dreams. You as good friends couldn't miss it.

"Am I late?" you asked, sitting down between Robin and Argyle.

"No, they are just getting ready to go on stage. I'm glad you're here." your friend said.

"I know, Ro. I'm sorry." You said grabbing her hand with a gentle expression on your face. Since your private life had turned everything around you had kept your encounters with other people to a minimum. You isolated yourself completely, however, you couldn't miss today's concert, you knew it was too important to just not come.

"And who my beautiful eyes see!" Steve shouted and with a loud clang he set down his beer bottle. This was definitely not his first. "Look who has kindly decided to show up!"

"I really don't have the energy for your drama, Steve." You sighed rolling your eyes.

"Woah! So you know my name?" he fiercely rambled on.

This is what it looked like. Your relationship with Steve was...complicated. No one expected you to end up at a stage where you couldn't stand each other in the same room. The sarcastic comments from his mouth were something quite gentle anyway. Normally you wouldn't have let it go however today you really didn't have the strength to do so, so you just ignored him and didn't answer anything.

The concert was going nicely, one could say too nicely, considering that for over an hour you didn't hear a single offensive word in your direction, and you really enjoyed your first meeting with friends in a long time. Unfortunately, it was the lull before the storm.

Steve definitely needed to de-stress, from what Robin told you he had failed a pretty important exam, so he decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Beer after beer he became more and more fussy and irritated. He was like a walking time bomb that went off when you refused Eddie's proposed drink.

"Now aren't we worthy of you having a drink with us?" he mischievously snorted with laughter.

"Steve, I really don't have the strength to deal with you tonight."

"And that's not the case? It seems that instead of having a drink with the people you claim to be your friends you prefer the company of your boyfriend and his pile of alcoholics. Did you start doing drugs with them, too?" he leaned back on his elbows. You knew he wouldn't let go, wouldn't let go until the two of you started arguing and he would pour out all his frustration that way. You could feel your blood boiling inside you and you were feeling breathless. "What? You won't say anything? You always have too much to say." He grinned feeling that he had the upper hand over you.

"Do I look like I want to debate with you?" You snapped.

"I don't know, through that ton of makeup it's hard to read what your real expression is."

"Steve!" Robin interrupted you. "Control yourself!"

"You're still defending her?!" He got what he wanted. He got his five minutes. "For the last two weeks she does nothing but ignore you, and then I'm the one who has to hear about how much you miss her! You consider her your friend and she just doesn't give a shit about you! All of you!"

"It's not true!" you wanted to defend yourself. In truth you really wanted to, but you knew that from their point of view it really all looked like that.

"Yes? Then what was more important than meeting your friend, what was more important than being there for her when she needed you when Vicky broke her heart?" He knew he was in control and it made him happy. Unhealthy pleasure derived from your embarrassment and confusion.

"What? Robin, why-" you were shocked. You had no idea.

"Are you going to ask now why she didn't tell you? Let me explain." He didn't waste a moment to crush you into the ground even more. He was giving you needle after the needle. "She wanted to tell you, but of course you didn't have time for her. I don't even know which hopeless excuse on your part it was then why you supposedly couldn't meet. But no problem, you can rehabilitate yourself and tell the truth now." He crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his satisfied gaze into you. You opened your mouth to say something but quickly closed it and pressed your lips into a thin line. He was right, you yourself no longer remembered which excuse you used then. You were already lost in them, but the truth would not pass your throat for anything in the world. Not when all eyes were on the two of you. Not when Steve humiliated you without considering how many people were around. "That's what I thought. What about Max and El? Did you forget about them too? Do you know that since you stopped helping El with her lessons she barely manages to pass? Do you think you are better than them? You don't deserve any of them. No one!"

You couldn't stay standing there any longer. Feeling tears coming to your eyes without saying a word, you began to push through the crowd to the exit. You had no idea about Robin, you had no idea about El, you had no idea about anything. Locked in your own tragedy, you also cut yourself off from those who could always count on you and left them without the support they had become so accustomed to. He was right. You hated him for the way he treated you, but you hated yourself even more for the fact that everything he said was the cruel and painful truth. Moreover, by leaving you gave him another reason for which he could haunt you. You didn't stay to say goodbye to Eddie and the rest of the boys before they left. They would only be back in three months, and by then nothing would be the same.

You walked ahead wiping away tears. No matter how much you wanted you couldn't go back there. You weren't able to. Life was crashing down on your head, and his comments and reminders of what a hopeless person you were made you feel even worse. You wanted to disappear. To sink into the ground, to run away somewhere where your problems wouldn't reach you, but this couldn't happen. You were grounded here. Ironically, you would rather be grounded in the Upside Down now than be in your current situation.

When you arrived at the house you tried to enter as quietly as you could. In your spirit you prayed that your boyfriend, Travis, would already be asleep and not wake up. Unfortunately, fate decided to test your strength once again. Inside you found him sitting in front of the TV and an almost empty bottle of vodka standing on the coffee table.

"Where the hell have you been?!" he asked as soon as he heard your footsteps in the hallway. At that moment you already knew that a very long night was ahead of you.

Drinking so much alcohol the day before the morning shift was not a wise idea. Feeling dehydrated and drained of life, he sat in an uncomfortable chair with a face hidden in his hands and a nasty headache. He had just taken a painkiller, so it will have to be a long while before it takes effect. In addition, he couldn't stop thinking about yesterday's events. You never gave up when it came to arguing. Everything always ended in a shouting match. You were never so...quiet? Confused? Lost? You never showed your feelings either. Certainly not in front of him. Nor have you ever walked away with tears in your eyes. Did he exaggerate this time? Guilt slowly crept into his head.

"Tough night?" he heard from behind him. It was Judy, one of the senior nurses who had not run away from Hawkins after everything. She was also one of the better ones who saw him as more than just the Harringtons' son. She treated him like a normal trainee, for which he was grateful.

"Mhmmm." he muttered, still not opening his eyes. "We were saying goodbye to Eddie before going on tour," he said.

"I can't believe he finally made it. Do you think I'll be able to brag about how I changed his bandages?" she laughed quietly while making herself some coffee.

"I'm sure he'll write a song about it." he replied with a joke and fell silent. The silence between them was broken by the doctor's entrance into the room.

"She's here again." she sighed heavily. "Another 'fall'."

"Are you sure we can't report this anywhere?" Judy pinched the tip of her nose and furrowed her brow. This person's condition must have really worried her.

"If we report domestic violence and she denies everything the police won't do anything anyway,"

"She is pregnant, Linda. This is a very serious case."

"The only thing we can do at this point is to talk some sense into her and try to persuade her to agree to help."

"She's as stubborn as a mule, and I doubt she'll agree,"

"Sooner or later it will come to her that she will have a child and it is its safety that should be the most important thing for her. For this moment we have to go, Steve you will take care of sewing up the wound, and you Judy will help me with the gynecological examination."

"Come on boy..." the nurse sighed patting him on the back.

He walked sluggishly along the corridor contemplating the women's conversation. How scared must this girl have been that she didn't run away from this deviant? Did she really have no one to help her?

Entering the room, he was not ready for the sight that awaited him there. In the sterile white room, you sat in a chair staring at the floor, pressing a towel to your shoulder. A towel that was soaked with blood. When you raised your eyes and noticed him you froze. Steve also turned pale with surprise and horror at your condition. You were the girl they were talking about. The truth seemed too horrible to believe right away. There was a nasty bruise on your face, and when you moved the towel away from your arm an elongated wound appeared, from which blood would not stop pouring.

"What happened to you dear child?" Judy asked, looking at you with compassion in her eyes. Although you were no longer such a child, legally in every aspect you were already an adult. You quickly tore your gaze away from Steve and looked at the older nurse.

"I- I fell over. I fell on a glass bottle and a piece of it stuck in my shoulder...the blood won't stop flowing, when I fell I also hit my stomach, it hurts a lot, I was scared that..." you said quietly, ashamed looking at a single point on the floor. You knew that neither the doctor nor the nurse believed you. You also knew that, as if on a platter, you had given another reason from which Steve could create another level of your personal hell. He, however, was still looking on in disbelief at what was happening. The whole situation seemed to him as if it was made up. It was impossible that it was really you, that you were sitting completely defenseless as a victim of domestic violence. A pregnant victim of domestic violence. Holy shit, he was getting weak. It wasn't possible that after all you'd been through in the Upside Down, life was putting more hurdles in your way. You were fighting monsters from another dimension and you couldn't deal with your boyfriend? He didn't understand anything anymore.

"Steve take care of the wound. Make sure there's no more glass there, clean it up and apply stitches. We'll be back in a minute to do the rest of the examination." Dr. Linda ordered and together she and Judy went to get the equipment needed.

Not knowing how to behave, he simply began to prepare everything and sat very close to you. He took a deep breath. A very uncomfortable silence fell between you and the atmosphere was tense. After putting on his gloves, he gently grabbed your hand with both hands to take a closer look at the wound. Your inhalation stopped midway and your body stiffened all over.

"Do you need some anesthetic? It might hurt." He said in a nervous voice and corrected his glasses.

"I can handle it." you muttered.

"Are you sure? It really can-"

"I'm sure, Harrington." You growled interrupting him and turned your head toward the window, and he silently began to dispose of the glass shards.

Your hissing in pain did not escape his attention. To make matters worse, he also noticed the single tears that flew down your cheeks. As he was putting the stitches in place memories of last night began to fly through his head. Everything he said in your direction. Every word went straight to the heart of the problem. Glancing at your face every now and then, he could feel it getting fainter as he stopped at the purple area under your eye. Now he knew why you were wearing so much makeup. He knew what you wanted to hide and that scared him even more. He now understood why you refused to have a drink. Everything seemed so obvious now. Why didn't you tell anyone about this? He thought of the evening when Robin cried her eyes out because of Vicky. He was furious with you for not even being there for her at such a time. He was furious that you left her alone, but now he knew. He knew why, he knew the reason you canceled all your meetings. You didn't want anyone to know about what was going on. But now he knew now. This realization became a burden he didn't know how to lift.

"Y/n, listen...I- I want to apologize for yesterday. I was an asshole, I shouldn't have said all that." he said quietly. Shocked, you looked at him. He had said many awful things about you but never apologized for it. After a moment, though, surprise turned into a stony face.

"I don't need your sympathy or pity." you replied dryly. "You don't need to lie about being sorry, I know that's not true."

"Y/n..." normally he would have already started to get irritated that you wouldn't accept an apology causing another argument, but now he didn't feel an ounce of anger at you. He himself didn't know exactly what he felt.

"You weren't supposed to find out about all this. Believe me, if I didn't have to I wouldn't be sitting here right now, sitting here with you is much worse." He was already used to these kinds of words coming from your mouth, but never in his life had it been accompanied by tears, and he knew it must have meant you were on edge. "But there is one thing we agree on." You looked him straight in the eye. "I wish you hadn't saved me that night too." you were too tired. You had survived one hell only to immediately land in another. After a sleepless night and a morning full of screaming, you no longer had the strength to keep up the mask that everything was fine and you were handling it. Your life was one big mess and this was just the beginning.

"No, y/n-" before he could say anything further the women came back into the room. He knew what they were talking about. He remembered perfectly the moment when he said those words, and to this day he regretted it. No matter how bad the relationship between the two of you looked, he knew it was too much.

"How's the arm?" the Doctor asked when they returned to the room.

He coughed before speaking. "I took out the remaining shards of glass and cleaned it carefully. Just two more stitches and everything will be ready."

"Well done." She praised him by sending him a warm smile, and then turned to you. "You mentioned very severe abdominal pains, I'd like you to lie down now. We'll run some tests to make sure the baby is okay."

To make sure the baby is okay. Baby. You were pregnant. You were pregnant and a victim of domestic violence. I wish you hadn't saved me that night too. Your words gained more and more frightening meaning making his heart sinking.

While the examinations were being carried out he took care of cleaning up the position after sewing up your hand. This did not take long. Dr. Linda reassured you by saying that everything was fine, but pointed out that you should try to avoid stressful situations. What did that even mean? Your life now was one big stressful situation, how the hell were you supposed to avoid it?

"Now listen to me carefully." she looked at you. "If you ever decide to talk to someone about your "falls", remember that you are safe here and we can help you. You just have to let us do it. We'll take care of you and the baby, okay?"

You just nodded your head. You couldn't do that. You couldn't get away from him no matter how much you wanted to. "Let me walk you out." You quickly got up and followed the doctor.

Before leaving you looked at Steve one last time. He wanted to say something, anything that would erase all of yesterday's words, but it was impossible. With a broken expression on his face, he could only watch the door close behind you and think about the fact that you were on your way home, where your abuser was waiting for you. He involuntarily clenched his fists at the very thought that Travis might once again lay a hand on you. He was filled with emotions he couldn't recognize.

"You know this girl, don't you?" Judy asked with a sigh. Steve just nodded affirmatively. "You're a good guy, Steve. It's good that she has a friend like you." Her words were like a strong punch.

Oh Judy, if only you knew...

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Let me help you

Pairing: Gerard x [gender neutral] Reader Word count: ~ 3 400 Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: Gerard finds comfort in you, for some reason. No one more than a last-minute stage manager.

Requested by anon "Gerard comfort sex x reader?? Where he’s sad/insecure and gets comforted by very loving (...)"

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MASTERLIST

You weren't part of the band nor someone that'd been around for longer than Mikey’s new bass, only a last-moment stage manager Brian had fixed for that leg of the tour, so it was an easy valve of escape for Gerard. It was easy to tell you stuff knowing you wouldn’t do a lot more than warm smiles and hearty comments carefully made since you didn’t know how far to go due to the lack of proximity. He was able to talk to you without receiving a merciless lecture like Ray’s nor did you give it much attention when he came around in an absolutely deplorable state.

If it was pity or anything else, Gerard didn’t know, but it didn’t matter either; he was content enough with the occasional cuddling or how you’d ruffle his hair when he was sitting on the couch and you passed by. You’d talk to him a lot when he was sober, so it was sort of a motivation for him to keep himself sane for a little longer even with this itching under his skin.

That day, Mikey and Ray had spent a long time lecturing Gerard during the day—thankfully away from you, after the concert—because his drunk inconsequence had not just himself but the whole band in risk with the beer carelessly left near the pedal board, aside from what he’d spilled on Frank’s guitar and never warned anyone about. Why were they so annoying with him? He didn’t tell anyone exactly to avoid that; a little beer on the guitar wouldn’t kill anyone with a small shock, would it?

Gerard had already sobered up a little by the time they needed to head back to their hotel rooms—unable to do anything when practically forced by Ray, Mikey, Frank and Brian to stay back and help put things back, and he couldn’t help but to do as said since you were there helping as well yet again. He stood outside the hotel thinking, his gaze averting between the hotel and the way the guys from the opening band had gone to have fun. The idea that he would calm down the itch under his skin, that urge he had within himself, was really nice, but he would be all gross afterwards all over again, need to hear it from Ray all over again, and feel like the worst person on the universe when seeing you shift and try not to look at him too much.

There wasn’t a lot of thought when Gerard stepped back into the hotel and didn’t even bother to wait for the elevator, just climbing the stairs. He didn’t know when the last time had been, but he took a shower tonight, making sure he was presentable enough so you would maybe feel proud of him when he stood outside your door. It took him a couple of minutes with his thoughts, thinking and rethinking even if messily, then he finally knocked.

“Gerard!” You smiled warmly once opening the door, eyeing him from head to feet discreetly. “Do you need anything?”

His breath caught in his throat at the same time his eyes fell to the ground. “I...” How would he say it without being too direct? Convince you? Fuck it. “Um, can we hang out? Can I come in?”

You raised an eyebrow and paused, glancing back at your room for a quick check before you nodded and stepped aside. “So, what’s up, hm?” The door was closed behind both of you with a soft click.

“Um, I just wanted to hang out. I don’t want to be alone,” Gerard mumbled, standing there fumbling with his thumbs until you took some of the stuff on the bed away and motioned for him to sit down. “The guys are off to their own things and I... I don’t want to go to a bar or anything tonight.” He scratched the back of his head—immediately taking his hand away when he remembered his hair was still wet from the shower—, waiting for your answer as someone waits for a bomb to go off.

“I see.” You stood in the corner, fumbling with your phone and the charger until it was charging and you moved to sit down next to him. “I mean, I got nothing else to do as well so it’s fine. Do you want to talk about it, or...”

Gerard looked down at the carpet of the hotel. Wow, it had a carpet, and a good one. Revenge’s success was really doing things to them. “Well,” he mumbled, voice sounding louder than it should in that room, “I would like to apologize, y’know? Sometimes I’m all gross and stuff, and I keep pushing myself on other people. I don’t like being like this, I can’t help. Well, I know that just saying ‘I can’t help’ isn’t a fair excuse and it’s not going to change things, but it’s also so hard—”

“Hey, hey, it’s fine,” you interrupted once he started running out of air, your hand landing on his shoulder comfortingly. “I mean, we have our ups and downs, highs and lows, and it’s good that you’re aware of what’s going on and you’re trying to change. Focus on living each day at once first. Get better then make it up for everyone.”

Gerard didn’t know how to react. There was something about you since you came around that always had him going weak, growing infatuated. He didn’t want to be that mess of a person for you. He swallowed as he slowly turned to look at you; it felt like his cheeks were on fire and his heartbeat could be heard in the whole room.

“Gee, are you okay?” You frowned at the prolonged silence. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if I did.”

No! No way you’d said something wrong—it was actually wise and he’d keep those words in his mind, but right now, all that talk felt useless. Gerard couldn’t keep his eyes off his lips for too long and he was afraid it would be weird.

“I like you a lot,” he mumbled almost involuntarily and hoped he would just disappear at the moment your gaze softened; your lips curled into yet another smile. “Sorry, I—”

“Can I kiss you?”

A ringing sound filled his ears as Gerard’s eyes averted to you, but all he could do was breathe an ‘eh?’, trying to identify whether he was going crazy or not. Maybe the lack of using anything had him going crazy.

You shrugged a little, a smile still lingering on your face as you scooted closer to Gerard, your touch feeling like fire when you cupped his cheek. “I like you a lot too,” you mumbled, always careful—you couldn’t afford what you’d seen as signals being instead just Gerard being nice to you. “Let me show you how much?” Your eyes averted to his lips in a wordless encouragement.

Gerard opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times, his thoughts not nearly organized enough for him to voice them. “I... Yes, please.”

Despite being breathed as softly as possible, Gerard’s words reached your ears, and it was just a matter of seconds before the distance between the two of you started to dissipate. At first, it was just your lips grazing his, experimental, then you finally locked your lips properly in a way he couldn’t help but to hum. The tension that gripped onto his shoulders slowly wore out into something softer, gentler, that had him leaning in to deepen the kiss and have more of your touch, more of you, which you gladly gave.

A shiver ran down Gerard’s spine with how you caressed his cheek before holding onto the back of his head, leaning his head a little so you could deepen the kiss. Just that alone made him go weak, in a way he would’ve fallen if he weren’t sitting already in the first place. The kiss was over once your lungs protested for oxygen, but there were just seconds before Gerard pulled you close again by your shoulders. This time, the kisses were slow this time, open mouthed and with little tugs.

Gerard’s lips were bright red when you pulled away truly, his eyes wide, but not lost like earlier, instead warm and carrying another feeling in those dilated pupils. That was a nice sight. He cleaned his throat and wet his lips, not knowing where to look.

“Was that okay?” You questioned softly, caressing the side of his neck.

“Very,” Gerard whispered in response, but it sounded like there was something missing—not words, just something—, but it was easy to solve this with another kiss. This time, he was the one leaning in and connecting your lips in a slow kiss he used to nibble on your bottom lip. Whether it was to attempt dominance or not, it wasn’t exactly clear, but it still didn’t stop you from taking his bottom lips between your teeth instead, leaning closer on reflex.

The red color that took over Gerard’s face was brighter than earlier, going down to his neck and probably to his chest. He blinked a couple of times before he placed a hand on your chest with a gulp. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

Gerard shrugged a little, pressing his lips together. “I— Dealing with me, in general! It must be inconvenient and all, and you don’t need to do this! I’m not completely powerless over my actions, you don’t need to feel pity—”

You paused, trying to fit into his perspective, but all you did was to scoff. You could go deep into it, try to convince otherwise, but you could only scoff as you shook your head. “I— Gerard, better not think about it right now, like...” It was hard to find the words that described what you wanted to say without prolonging it a lot. “A thing is not a burden if you decide to deal with it. In this case, a person. So just... let it go.”

Whatever he thought, it wasn’t very clear—Gerard furrowed his eyebrows and his fingers twitched as his eyes fell to the ground. He then nodded, sighing, mumbling apologies until he caught himself and pressed his lips shut as he shook his head. Words died at his tongue despite how he opened and closed his mouth in useless attempts of saying something then decided to just press his lips against yours this time. The pressure on your chest had you lying back down, against the bed slowly, but it was just a matter of time until the positions were swatched and you straddled Gerard’s thighs.

Hands tugged you closer, holding onto the back of your head and onto your shirt so you’d be pressed to Gerard. As much as you wanted to give in to it, this feeling kept hammering in your chest until you pulled away.

“If you keep pushing me like this, I’ll just—”

“Do it,” Gerard mumbled against your lips in response, “I don’t care. I like you.”

Gerard seemed and smelled sober, his lips didn’t taste as anything aside from the far hint of toothpaste and the almost permanent notes of cigarettes in the background, so you didn’t hesitate and just let your lips travel down his neck, leaving behind kisses and nibbles on the soft skin that snatched such soft pretty sounds from him.

“You’re so pretty, Gerard...” Your words were whispered against his skin softly, making it rise under your touch. He grumbled something in response, but you couldn’t quite identify it, instead just letting your fingers peek under the hem of his shirt until he started tugging it up by himself and it was discarded to the ground of the room.

A small smile sketched on your face before you could let your lips wander down to Gerard’s chest and adjust your position on your lap, already feeling something against the inside of your thigh according to how you shifted. It was easy to feel this want also rising inside you seeing how he wanted you just the same.

You only pulled away so your shirt could also be discarded, thrown to the ground with the same care as Gerard’s, followed by your bra, all for you to come to a pause. Your legs still hung uncomfortably from the bed, hence you needed to move away for a moment, allowing him to kick away his shoes and socks before moving further up the bed to make himself comfortable among the pillows.

“Can I?” You asked with your fingers hooked around the waistband of his sweatpants.

A quiet and small ‘yes’ came in response before you could start pulling it down, only really taking your time to undress him when it came to his boxers. Soft sounds came from him when your lips traced the skin right above the waistband at the same proportion his breath became heavier. Your thumbs sunk into his hips to rub circles into it and his legs twitched around you, tensing up completely once your mouth pressed to the bulge in his underwear, nuzzling his crotch until he gasped and threw his hips up against your face.

Gerard had his eyes shut when you looked at him again, blushing all the way down to his chest, though his calmness only lasted until he came back to reality and he almost curled up into himself out of reflex.

“I—”

“You’re so pretty, y’know?” You commented as if it were random; it was a futile attempt to take the pressure away, but worth a try. He couldn’t react, only blushing profusely as you pressed more kisses to his chest and down his torso as you pried his arms away from around his torso.

The sharp and uncertain atmosphere that the room had so far slowly melted into something more comfortable and thick that completely took over when all of your clothes were now tossed to the ground. Gerard sat against the headboard as you straddled his thighs, guiding his hands to your hips without breaking the kiss as you ground your hips against his.

It was a little mindless at first, messy movements that only snatched a proper moan from both of you once his cock slipped between your folds, coating with your wetness and running against your clit just right. You couldn’t help but repeat the motion, moaning against Gerard’s lips as your fingers tightened around his shoulders; not more than his hands tightened around your hips, nails sinking into the skin and leaving crescent marks.

“P—Please,” Gerard mumbled breathlessly. Hard to refuse.

“Okay,” you answered just as loud, brushing your nose against his softly and enjoying him for just a little longer before you could get up and rummage through your stuff until you found a condom, thanking yourself for never taking it off your bag in the first place. You ripped the wrapper yourself, making sure to receive at least a little nod from Gerard before you could help him out with the condom—he gasped quietly, hips shifting while you ran your hand up and down his cock. “Is this alright?”

“Yes.” Gerard nodded with a hum, running his tongue between his lips. “Don’t you need to prepare...”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You shook your head and pressed a soft kiss to his lips to soothe his worries before you could finally do it, letting his cock run between your folds and then press it to your entrance, holding it in place until it was about halfway in.

Despite the initial usual weird feeling of a new intrusion, the burning of the way you stretched around Gerard could easily send chills up your spine, allowing the arousal to start pooling in your lower stomach as your thighs quivered. Gerard moaned into the kiss, never stopping to hold onto you ever since you moved back onto his lap.

“Fuck,” you cursed longly through a hiss, finally allowing yourself to let your weight down onto his lap and the sensation had you take a moment from the kiss, breathing heavily and holding him tighting. Whatever he mumbled under his breath, you couldn’t make it out, but it didn’t feel like it mattered, though, so you just cupped his neck to bring him for a kiss as you shifted your lips.

Gerard, however, broke the kiss himself this time, pressing kisses down your neck and then reaching your chest. A couple marks were left behind before he could actually start mouthing at your breasts, earning himself praises he would bask on while you ran your fingers through his hair, somethings tugging onto the strands a little to pull him closer.

His tongue was warm, leaving behind a trail of saliva that, when hit by the cold air, made you shiver and shift more under his touch, and it didn’t take long for you to start moving your hips and fuck yourself with his cock, letting him work his lips around your nipple while his opposite hand fondled your opposide breast.

Gerard’s name left your lips in an obscene tone that cut through the heavy silence of the room, mixed with the loud panting and sound of skin against skin that just contributed to the intense atmosphere.

“Yeah,” you breathed mindlessly when the right shift of your hips matched how his teeth ran against your nipple. It was so fucking good, but still needed you taking a pause to adjust your position and roll your hips properly, reaching all the nice spots easier and giving Gerard more space to pamper your chest.

“You feel...” Gerard groaned, voice still shy. “You feel so good.” His eyes never met yours, not only because they were busy with your body instead, though also because of his shyness.

You sought a sensation each time better, and Gerard seemed willing to give you the best he could, one hand strong around your thigh and the other accompanying his mouth on your breasts until he took a pause and his hand slipped between the two of you instead. Maybe he was uncertain, letting his touch linger hesitantly, but then his thumb was pressed to your clit and your movements faltered.

“Gerard,” you gasped at the feeling, pulling him closer; given how pale he was, it wouldn’t be a surprise if his back ended up all marked after that, already littered with bright red lines that followed your nails.

It was a burst of confidence that had Gerard changing positions as gently as possible so you had your back against the mattress and him on top of you, thankfully giving a break for your thighs that you didn’t know you needed until now. A string of louder moans escaped your lips with the new angles and how his fingers ran against your clit, gaining speed with the ‘harder, Gee’ encouragements that spilled from your lips until he obliged. His face has been buried in your chest until the way you tugged the hair on the back of his hair made him focus on your breasts again.

“Jus’...” You mumbled, arching your back. “Jus’ a little more...” The works practically ran into one another, slurred to the same proportion your mind felt fuzzy with the pleasure that just intensified with the far sensation that only grew closer with every movement. “Fuck,” you groaned, arching your back again and holding him tighter until the knot in your lower stomach grew tighter, to a proportion the pleasure spreaded through your body in a nice tingling sensation before going down to your core at once in a way your toes curled, slowly dissipating and being ridden through with his fingers still playing with you until all that lasted behind was a throbbing sensation.

Gerard gasped with it, the way you reached your climax having his thrusts faltering until they grew longer and harder, at the same time his breath was caught in his throat, and it was just a matter of time until he laid down on top of you.

The few moments you spent holding onto each other and trying to catch your breath were just mere minutes that felt like forever before Gerard pulled himself away, getting rid of the condom before he collapsed on the mattress this time. You were next to him before he could notice, pressed to his side and up on an elbow while you cupped his face to cover it in kisses, nuzzling him and kissing his lips at last.

“Thank you, sugar,” you mumbled to his shy form, receiving a small smile in response as he leaned in for another kiss.

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#my chemical romance #gerard way #x reader #x female reader #smut #my chemical romance x reader #mcr #mcr x reader #oneshot #imagine #gerard way x reader #fan fic #fan fiction #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way

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thewritingbeforesunrise · 1 year

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Secretive.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

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A/N: For me, when inspiration hits, it's usually through pictures. And when I saw this one (credits to the owner), I felt the absolute need to write something for our beloved Sammy. I had this in my drafts for a while and I decided to let it see the light of the day, finally.

Word count: 3.7K

Pairing: Sam x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, fingering, protected penetrative sex.

Summary: A charismatic bassist catches your eye while you are working as a photographer in a little concert venue.

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Concert photography had always been one of your favourite hobbies. It certainly didn't pay the bills but you couldn't help it, you really loved it.

So, whenever you could, you always packed your gear and camera and lived your dream for the night.

You worked as a freelance photographer and, tonight, you were in an intimate lovely little venue in the heart of your city.

Being able to picture the love and dedication of fans and the absolute passion some musicians showed on stage was what really kept you going.

The rush of adrenaline you felt around you right when the artist got on stage didn't wear off for days, just like the lingering post concert depression.

It was something you cherished and couldn't find anywhere else but during live performances.

Witnessing the magic happen from your special spot right in front of the stage was just the cherry on top.

Feeling the deep vibrations of the drums and the shivering caused by particularly well-placed guitar solos and powerful singing was absolutely like breathing for you.

But if there was something you really adored, it was being able to hear the low but heavenly strumming of the bass clearly, something you almost never could do only listening to music with headphones.

No, for that you had to go to concerts and live them in person.

That's why you almost always took the side of the stage where bass players were.

Of course, you usually ran around to get the best shots of every member of the bands and their fans, but you couldn't deny the steady pull that somehow made sure you always went back to your favourite spot, right in front of the bass player.

Tonight was no exception.

You found yourself, photographer pass and camera around your neck, in the few metres of space that separated the crowd from the stage.

You shivered with anticipation as, in the darkness, you heard the first few notes of a guitar echo through the venue.

The fans were screaming in front of you and when the lights finally turned on, illuminating the stage, they were going absolutely wild.

Nobody was on stage yet, but your hands were shivering a little.

The beginning of a show always made you feel a bit anxious, but in a very good way.

You heard a few more notes and, this time, you could pinpoint the source of it.

The guitarist made his entrance surrounded by artificial smoke and positioned himself on the left side of the stage.

In the meantime, the drummer sat down in front of his kit and another slim figure approached your side and sat down behind the keyboards.

You started taking a few shots of them and then the singer made his entrance too, causing the crowd to become even more chaotic.

You were waiting for the bass player, but nobody arrived.

The group you were photographing was young, but you didn't know much about them. From what you could see and hear, they were very talented.

You decided to go up the stage to be closer and take the best shots you could.

You flashed your pass to the security and they let you in. It was nice to be able to go up the stage and see the audience from the same perspective the band saw it.

The keyboardist was too entranced by his music to pay any attention to you when you snapped a few pics of him, his beautiful keyboards and organ and his talented fingers dancing on them. His dark hair, cascading on his shoulders and in front of his face, gave him a mysterious aura.

Right next to him, there were two beautiful basses, one dark and another bright pastel green.

You took a good look at them and you felt relieved that there was going to be someone playing them soon, but you didn't know who.

When you approached the drummer, he made eye contact with you and smiled kindly. His hair was long, curly and wild, making him look like a rockstar from the 70s. Taking a closer look you could see he was wearing eyeliner. He was beautiful. You took a few pics of him too, making sure to capture his strong arms and expressions of pure bliss while he hit his drums.

Then you moved to the guitarist side. When he saw you he smiled at you a little more smugly and winked, making you blush. You smiled back and snapped a picture of him flicking his long hair backwards while moving his fingers expertly on the fretboard of his Gibson. You did a close-up of his fingers sliding on the strings as he finger picked his electric and another one of his gorgeous face as he kept the pick between his lips.

Afterwards, your attention was captured by the singer, dancing and jumping like a madman around the stage with a golden cape and a nice white jumpsuit with embroidered feathers.

When he spotted you, he came closer and put on a show just for your camera, grinning. His eyes glimmered with mirth as he played with your lens. It was a real pleasure photographing him.

You snapped a few pictures of the fans and climbed off the stage and went back to your usual spot, to the one you thought was the bassist's side.

You lifted your gaze on the stage and froze.

The keyboardist was already watching you as he got up from the stool and grabbed a bass, the surf green one.

He slung it across his shoulders and came closer to the edge of the stage as the crowd behind you started screaming and waving at him.

You snapped a few pictures of him before he started playing and you felt a little shiver run down your spine when you saw the little smirk playing on his lips as he towered above you from the stage.

He was stunning in his pastel pink suit and you couldn't take your eyes and lenses off him.

When he started plucking at the bass strings the vibrations reverberated in your entire body.

That's exactly why you loved bass.

He played with such passion that your camera was glued on him. You tried to focus also on his other bandmates but you couldn't help it, you had to watch him, he had cast a spell on you.

And it seemed that his eyes and smirk were always directed towards you, his piercing gaze was making you blush. He was very talented, just like the others, and being able to watch him from this close was a real pleasure.

He was absolutely shredding those strings and the vibrations you heard in your body were heavenly.

You couldn't take your eyes off his fingers, bending and plucking the strings and he noticed, his smirk deepening and turning smug.

You blushed and decided to change place, his gaze was starting to burn and you couldn't take it anymore. You went to the guitarist's side and stayed there, but your mind and eyes always went back to the bassist, even though it was a little more subtle than before.

The concert finished too soon for your liking. You could have listened to these boys all night.

As the fans started exiting the building, you went to pack your gear and started to head out from the side of the stage.

You were alone walking down a corridor when you felt strong hands grabbing your shoulders from behind and pulling you in a dark room nearby.

The door closed behind you with a loud bang making you jump and leaving you in complete darkness except for the faint green light coming from an emergency exit sign above your head.

You saw a figure in front of you, tall, lanky and dressed in pink.

You knew who it was, but you were too shocked to speak.

He didn't utter a single word, he kept staring at you, standing in semi-darkness, with his chest heaving slightly and his hooded eyes.

He motioned with his hand to the door and you knew he wanted to tell you that you could leave, if you wanted.

You turned around quickly, grabbed the door knob and stopped.

You could hear your heart beating deafeningly loud in your throat and ears, your hands were shaking and you felt weak at the knees.

You couldn't deny the whole situation was having an effect on you, but it wasn't at all the one you should have had.

Being trapped in a room with a complete stranger shouldn't make you feel butterflies in your stomach, but there you were.

It didn't help in the slightest that the complete stranger was the very attractive bass player you had been drooling on for the whole concert.

At least he gave you a choice.

Your hand slowly slipped from the doorknob and landed on the key underneath. You could feel his burning gaze on the back of your neck since he couldn't see what you were doing.

You took a deep breath and made up your mind.

You turned the key in the lock and slowly turned around.

You couldn't finish the motion as his strong hands and body pinned you against the wall next to the door.

He smelled of incense and you felt intoxicated by him.

He didn't waste time and captured your lips in a searing kiss.

You were too shocked to act and he took the lead placing his hands on both sides of your face and taking advantage of a sigh from your part to deepen the kiss.

You felt his warm soft tongue licking his way in your mouth and your hands flew to the back of his neck, bringing him impossibly close to you and making him groan lightly at the proximity.

He clouded all of your senses: the sound of his heavy breathing as he kissed you, the intense incense smell that radiated from his body, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the sweet taste of his lips and the fact that ten minutes before you couldn't take your eyes off him grounded you there.

He could do anything he wanted with you, you wouldn't complain.

He parted your legs with his knee and you slid your hands into his soft luscious hair, gaining a slight nip on your bottom lip from him.

You moaned lightly when his hands lifted your tshirt and came in contact with the bare skin of your back.

He broke the kiss and looked at you intensely in the eyes, panting, silently asking for permission to take off your t-shirt.

You nodded and he eagerly took it off, leaving you in a simple black bralette.

He started kissing your neck, nipping harshly at your collarbone.

You decided that he should match your state of undress and your hands slowly let his jacket slide off his shoulders leaving his chest free.

A thin layer of sweat was shining on him, making him glow eerily in the faint green light.

You were growing wetter by the second.

When his hands reached for your jeans, he stopped once again to silently ask for your consent.

You nodded eagerly, throwing your caution and modesty to the wind.

He yanked them open and pulled them off your legs, kneeling down in front of you and removing your shoes.

You bit your bottom lip at the sight and he smirked as you blushed.

He raised to his feet and your hands brushed over his chest and down his abdomen, reaching the hem of his pants. You slipped the tip of your pointer finger inside them, but he was quicker.

He got rid of them in a second, letting them pool at his already bare feet. You felt his gaze on your lower half, tracing the tip of his finger on the band of your underwear and making goosebumps rise on your body.

He smirked once again and kissed you deeply pushing his entire body against yours again.

You didn't stop the faint moan that escaped your lips when you felt his still clothed erection press right against you, making him groan deeply in his chest.

One of his hands flew at your throat.

His thumb pressed under your chin making you bend your head backwards and holding you still as he kissed you sweetly.

He was taller than you and towered over you, so your head was draped back against the wall.

His other hand traced on the straps of your bralette and dragged them down your shoulders. Then he dragged the item off your body, completely, leaving your upper half exposed.

His hand dipped between the two of you and cupped your heat, making you bite his lip mid-kiss at the contact.

You nodded without waiting for him to ask for your permission and his eyes lidded even more than before.

He bent down slightly to kiss your breasts, grazing his teeth on your nipples and making you whine.

Then, he pushed your panties to the side keeping eye contact, tracing a single finger along your slit.

You groaned and the muscle in your abdomen clenched.

He put a bit more pressure to his fingers and stroked your clit, making you shudder.

He bent down and removed your panties, then stood and grabbed the back of your right knee, placing your leg high on his hip, holding it there with a strong grip spreading you more for him and then touched you again.

Fuck, he is skilled with those hands, you thought.

He was making you loose control pretty quickly as your head fell backwards against the wall.

You felt his fingers move exactly in the same way that he plucked at his bass, strumming your folds like he did with his strings.

Two of his fingers sunk so deep inside of you making tingles and shivers run up your spine.

When he bent them forward you saw him grin slyly at your trembling and groaning.

His thumb kept torturing your clit and your eyes rolled back at the sensation.

Not even your fingers felt that good, you wanted him to stay there forever.

You felt him press himself against your thigh and snaked a hand down to caress him through his tight boxers.

He groaned and bit down harshly on the junction between your neck and shoulder, bending his fingers mercilessly inside of you nudging your g-spot again and again.

You came muffling your cries in the crook of his neck.

Once you came down from your high, he was already staring at you with hunger in his eyes.

Your leg was still on his hip, his grip on you like iron.

You hooked your fingers in the elastic band of his boxers and dragged them down, slowly.

You gasped at his size and averted your gaze from him, embarrassed.

He grabbed your jaw, shifted your gaze back up on his face and watched you closely for any sign of insecurity about the situation.

You smiled at him and he did the same, eyes turning sweet and then playful as he let

your leg fall from his hip and bent down to retrieve something from the back pocket of his pants.

After a second, he stood, towering again over you and kissed you breathless again.

You could feel him hot and hard pressed against you, your hands grabbing his hips and descending on his ass bringing him closer to grind on you.

He gasped, but stopped you, opening the condom with his teeth and sliding it on, groaning.

Then he leant his forehead against yours silently asking for permission again.

The fact that he wasn't talking was driving you insane.

You nodded, biting your lower lip as he chuckled, grabbing your leg again and planting it on his hip.

You felt his tip brush against your overstimulated clit and jolted.

His hand that wasn't on your leg pressed your other hip strongly against the wall and, with a swift, harsh thrust of his hips, he entered you.

Fuck.

The stretch stung deliciously and left you out of breath, completely.

You winced loudly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and biting him like he did to you before.

Your breathing was laboured and your eyes squeezed shut.

He snickered through clenched teeth at your reaction, but stayed still to allow you to relax and adjust to his size.

You tried to relax and heard him sigh as you did your best to do so, deciding to wrap your other leg on his waist, too, bringing him even deeper.

You raised your head from his shoulder and kissed him, squeezing his hips and allowing him to move.

He didn't need to be told twice.

He slid almost all the way out of you and slammed back in again, making your head tud against the wall and cutting the wind out of your lungs.

He wasn't being sweet, but you absolutely loved it.

You bit his bottom lip mid-kiss and he groaned, repeating his previous motion and pushing you against the wall by your throat, squeezing lightly and making you gasp.

One of your hands gripped the hair at the base of his neck and brought him closer in a kiss that was almost only tongue and teeth.

You couldn't take enough of him.

Your other hand was on his back, sinking your nails in his muscles and making him moan in your mouth.

A moment after, he broke the kiss, grabbed the back of your left knee that was wrapped around his waist too and pushed your leg against the cold wall, spreading you even more and thrusting in, making you bite hard on your lips, trying not to scream.

He kept doing that and you felt yourself spiralling closer to release, again.

It was almost impossible for you to keep quiet because of the way he was moving.

Every thrust felt so deep.

Suddenly, the hand that wasn't gripping your leg came to your mouth, silencing you as a particularly harsh thrust nudged your g-spot and grazed your clit, at the same time.

You didn't know the reason for his reaction, but a few seconds later you understood.

You heard footsteps approaching outside, very close to the door and fear invaded you.

He kept moving, his dark gaze burning into your eyes, but he made sure to be quiet and keep you quiet at the same time.

You heard someone touch the doorknob, but thank God you had turned the key in the lock.

Then you heard the sound of footsteps slowly fading away and you sighed in relief.

He picked up his pace then and kept pounding relentlessly inside of you, making you clench tightly around him.

The hand on the back of your knee was keeping you grounded against the wall and you were sure he was leaving a big dark hand-shaped mark on you.

You were biting your bottom lip so hard you were about to break the skin, but when his hand went to your core and his thumb began stroking your clit again in swift thigh circles, you almost screamed and pleaded with him to continue.

A few seconds later you were coming with a muffled cry in the crook of his neck and he followed you closely, his release filling the condom as he grunted with a harsh bite on your neck and a final strong thrust of his hips.

He collapsed against you on the wall and you did your best to keep the two of you steady with your hands on the wall.

You were both covered in sweat, exhausted and your chests heaved.

His hands were on either side of your face on the wall and you were both trembling because of the exertion.

He grabbed your hips and pulled out of you gently making you wince again, removed the condom and then leant his forehead against yours and you heard his beautiful voice for the first time.

"I didn't want to hurt you, I am sorry" he said, voice raspy and deep.

"Don't worry. As you can tell, I liked it" you answered him blushing because of what you two just did.

He stroked your cheek kindly.

"I have never done something remotely close to this in my entire brief concert photographer career" you told him sheepishly.

He grabbed your chin between thumb and index finger and spoke again.

"Well, love, I liked that very much, we can do this whenever you want. By the way, my name is Sam" he said, eyes never leaving yours.

"Nice to meet you" you told him your name and he smiled.

"It was a real pleasure meeting you" he said and winked at you.

You both got dressed again, and just before exiting, you heard footsteps outside.

You looked at him frightened and he motioned with his index finger on his lips, signalling to you to keep quiet.

You heard a voice shout in a harsh tone "Samuel, for the love of God, where the fuck are you! We are leaving in five, with or without you"

He snickered silently as presumably one of his bandmates was sent back to look for him.

He waited as the sound of footsteps faded away then grabbed you by your waist and pressed you once again against the wall.

His mouth was so close to your ear you could feel his lips moving, causing you to get wet again.

"What about round two tonight love?" He told you in a hot whisper.

You shuddered as one of his hands grabbed a handful of your ass and then slipped something in the back pocket of your jeans.

"I'll be very happy to see you there, but it's your choice, love. Bye" he gave you a peck on your lips and then was out of the door, leaving you there alone and flustered, struggling to process what had just happened.

You tried to catch your breath as you retrieved what he pushed into your pocket.

It was a business card of a nice hotel in the city centre, along with a key card. On the underside of the paper there was something scribbled in elegant handwriting.

I'd love to see the pictures you took tonight. What about a private session? ;)

Room 726.

You absolutely didn't know what to do. When you exited the dark room and made sure nobody saw you, you headed out of the venue, in the warm night, with a tangled mess of thoughts in your mind.

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van smut #gvf fic #sam kiszka x reader #sammy gvf #fanfic #sam kiszka

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beautifulpersonpeach · 9 months

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Which members promotions were your favorite so far? Hobi might win for me because that listening party was super fun and Lollapalooza was crazy. Also More sits at the same table as SMFpt2 for me as far as being really shocking and exciting when it dropped!

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Hi Anon!

Nothing beats Yoongi’s D-DAY tour for me. My god what an experience. I was fortunate to attend multiple stops and I still have fever dreams in the middle of the day remembering how hard I was screaming along to Burn It and Huh, how my friend burst into tears during Snooze, how I choked up a bit during Life Goes On and finally lost it on The Last. The encore tours gave me the emotional equivalent of a blood transfusion. Seeing Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook on stage in a proper concert setting for the first time in almost a year, was really the best parting gift and I’ll always be grateful to Yoongi for it. I love that man very, very much.

That cute practice session Yoongi did for the ‘I’m so cute’ or whatever challenge with Jimin too, subbing ARMYs with screaming plushies and the live he did reading fan messages teasing us about his seven tattoo… and then that cheeky reveal after the tour ended…

Yoongi gave me everything and more with his album and the tour.

Other members too:

- SeokJin going to Argentina to promote The Astronaut with Coldplay was incredible. The planning and organizing behind that feat couldn’t have been easy but somehow they made it work and LatAm ARMYs were finally able to see at least one Tannie for the first time in a long while. That really was amazing.

- Taehyung’s Tiny Desk performances are 🤌🏽

- I loved how Jimin really thought outside the box with his promotions, choosing to go on many really fun Korean variety shows. These are shows BTS either hadn’t done ever or in something like 5 years. A lot of my K-ARMY friends loved how Jimin seemed to prioritize them fully in ways that hadn’t been done for a while.

- I tried hard to attend Joon’s small concert but work commitments didn’t allow that possibility, but I also really love his promotion choices. My partner (surprisingly) has become a tiny bit obsessed with Joon’s Tiny Desk performance lol, so I suspect Joon has gained a new fan.

- Think I’ve already talked about how Hobipalooza was the concert highlight of 2022 for me. Hobi had such a short time to put everything together, and I’m proud of him for going out of his comfort zone a bit sending out invites and throwing the launch party. I loved seeing him just celebrate his success, seeing the other members chill out and have a good time.

- It was nice seeing that at least one member did not forget Europe exists with their promotions (😭), so I’m glad Jungkook could make the trip over to promote Seven in the UK.

The rapline’s album projects are easily some of the best releases this year in any genre for me. And I’m not even trying to be biased. Corroborated by critics reviews, each album is a solid, cohesive, and cerebrally stimulating piece of art and I’m so proud of them for putting it together. It’s easy to see how BTS has become the biggest band in the world when you have these three men who can stand as respected artists in their own right, being the bedrock of the music created by BTS for the last 10 years.

Jimin’s debut with FACE ended k-pop in 2023. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the industry as we know it, life as we know it, Jimin as we knew him, ended in March 2023. What Jimin did with Set Me Free Pt 2 still gives me goosebumps when I think about it. That song was a warning shot, a small mercy to the industry to warn them in advance of who Jimin is prepared to become as a solo artist and as Jimin of BTS, and I cannot overstate how excited I am for his next project. FACE as an album is the complete package. His songs are just good. Like, actually good. Good enough to play anywhere and any time. That’s the kind of music Jimin makes. Imagine hearing Face-off in a concert arena… imagine hearing the intro play before he comes on stage. Can you even imagine….

Lol I’m starting to hurt myself with these imagines.

Taehyung’s album too is very good (though these days it only gets plays from me in the evenings). And while Seven isn’t my favorite release, it’s still a well made song that Jungkook of course has done a phenomenal job with. Twice now he’s had to promote it outdoors in very bad weather and he’s kept his vocals stable and well projected. He’s working hard and I’m hoping it translates well into work done for his solo album debut later this year.

I have almost no complaints in the debut solo showcases from all the members, in their promotion styles, and in the overall presentation. These albums were all very decent and respectable first showings from the members of the biggest group in the world. The response from the general public and professional critics has been very favourable, and the fandom has supported each member to be as successful as one would expect for anyone from BTS.

I’m a very happy ARMY in Chapter 2 ^_^

#bts #jimin #yoongi #Namjoon #taehyung #hoseok #SeokJin #Jungkook #bts chapter 2 #BTS solo debuts #face album #indigo #d day tour #jitb #layover #jk seven #the astronaut

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imagine being a childhood friend of sorts to c.c, verona and baron. that'd be nice, just be a fellow imp between the three of them.

a possible extra to add some angst is that maybe you eventually got murdered by an angel, and now you got reincarnated as a human who knows how many years ago. would be funny if they saw you again after so long, now as a human with no knowledge or memories of them.

(Tw: Character death)

"Baron? You can't do it? Do you need help?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

The little imp watches the two brothers converse; the younger switching back to his true from as his sibling shouts. The pair's older sister had been telling them all about human disguises and that most demon's could do with with practice. They began training to do so; Saffron able to do it on his second try while his brother, Baron, still couldn’t even get his eyes to change. Verona preferred not to, but stuck around at the imp's side.

"It's really not that hard. I'll teach you."

"I said I don't need your help, Saffron"

The imp laughs as their friend's stubbornness. They feel a hand on their shoulders as Verona speaks.

"Y/n why don't you try it?"

Both brothers now look at them excitedly.

"Yea!" "It's easy. Just cover your eyes and imagine what you think you'd like as a human." Saffron covers his face with his hands and transform; skin going from violet to pale and his horns and tails disappearing. The imp does the same, picturing themselves as a mortal. They feel a fuzzy feeling before the brothers gasp in surprise. Verona smiles as they pull their hands away.

Saffron runs up to them, grabbing their hand. "Whoa, Y/n, you're super pretty! Let's get human married when we grow up."

"Why do you always say that!" Baron shouts. Saffron often made passes about marriage since the day Verona told them about it.

"It is an interesting practice." Verona chimes in.

"Regardless, let's stay together."

It's so cold.

Tear filled eyes stare up at the red sky; blood pooling onto the bed of roses beneath them. Some might think flowers couldn't grow in hell, but Verona somehow made it work. A blurry figure stands in the corner of the demon's eyes; blood falling from the tip of their holy blade. An angel in hell is uncommon. One out for carnage is even more rare.

The figure disappears. As their eyes grow heavy the demon hears a scream. It's hard to tell who it is, but they cradle their body to their chest. It's raining. More silhouettes approach as everything goes dark; pleading for you to open yours eyes.

"Y/n..!" "Y/n!"

You snap back to reality as your friend calls your name. Party music bumps in the background; people dancing not too far the line you were in. A glowing wrist band is around your friend's wrist and yours as well.

"We're up next, lets go." They grav your hand and usher you ahead. They had won vip passes to a concert some artist they liked and asked if you wanted to join.

You're lead by a bouncer to a white door. The sign on it reads, "C.C". He gives you a few instructions before opening the dressing room door. A young man sits in a chair scrolling through his phone. A helmet sits on the table besides him and angel wings stick from the back of his shirt. He holds up two fingers, not even bothering to look up.

"Yo."

Your friend squeals. "I'm so excited to meet you, C.C!"

C.C rolls his neck; a fake smile on his face as he gets ready for his bubbly act. It falls as he sees you standing there in the corner; eyes as big as saucers.

"Y-Y/n?"

You look at him in recognition, but only for your name. C.C climbs from his chair, slowly stepping towards you before he lunges out and grabs your arm. He lets out a raspy laugh, tears developing.

"Y/n! It's really you! You smell like a human, but I can tell. We thought you were dead all those years, we found your body."

You try to pull your arm away. "What are you talking about?! I don't know you."

The hope in his eyes crashes and burns. "You... you don't remember me? It's me, Saffron. Saffy. I always joked about marrying you. It was never a joke, Y/n."

"I don’t know you!" You tear your arm free and bolt of them room, your friend following you confused.

C.C sinks to his needs as he cries. He's never cried in this form; nor since you died. He picks up his discarded phone and dials a number; hiccuping as the line connects.

"C.C? Shit. You never call me, what's up."

"Baron... It's Y/n.. They're alive."

#C.C my oc #Baron my oc #Verona my oc #yandere incubus #Yandere demon #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere oc imagine #yandere oc concept #yandere oc x reader #female yandere #oc x reader

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Metal Hammer - March 1999

Rammstein has recently been the subject of ever-higher jets of flame. Shoes off and put the position of the band.

The last few months have left a lot of room for wild thoughts (irrational) journeys about an allegedly right-wing image of the band. In the conversation, Richard Kruspe and manager Emu were open to discussion and also self-critical. Manager Emu didn't have a controlling function in this case, but reflects the band, and thus he became part of this interview. Since there are certainly fans among you who are interested in topics other than the discussion about the clip for 'Stripped', the following pages also deal with the experiences of the recently completed Family Values tour with Korn, Orga, Ice Cube , Limp Bizkit and a preview of the new record.

Richard: The two months in the US felt like half a year. In order to be able to eat properly during the tour, we took a cook with us this time. As a result, all the bands sat in our catering area.

Were you able to expand your newcomer bonus and become the surprise act of the festival?

Richard: In the beginning there was a problem with the order, because we were supposed to appear second after Orgy. In America, concerts start relatively early, but people come relatively late, and we didn't want to play in front of 300 people.

Emu: There were alternatives up for debate: We could have expected 3,000 people on our own headlining tour.

Richard: Ultimately, the request came because they wanted an exciting festival, not because they like us particularly well. Anyway, they offered us the post-Korn position as co-headliners. As a result, the other bands were pissed off and distant too. We ended up playing by Korn and within a week the response from the musicians was that it was okay and we deserved the spot. Except for the couple of Korn fans chained in the front row, we had the feeling that we had convinced the audience at every concert.

How important is the Grammy nomination for ‘Du hast’ to you?

Richard: I was emotionally touched like in a few moments. It's a real recognition because producers, musicians and radio stations are interviewed for this. We're also pleased that bands like Rage Against The Machine, Marilyn Manson, Rob Halford or Dave Groll generally admit to being Rammstein fans.

Do you see yourself in a league with the nominated bands, including Metallica?

Richard: Yes. But I only know Metallica, Judas Priest and Rage Against The Machine.

Now there were tears that our most successful piece of music is hanging around in America.

Richard: I understand a certain jealousy, but if you want to please everyone, you need copies. It's like when you have five wives, the one you date first is the most jealous. But we're staying in Germany, and I was happy to be back here after two months.

Do you personally like the 'Stripped' video with Leni Riefenstahl's recordings?

Richard: Yes. When we spoke to our director back then, the basic idea was 'sport'. At the second meeting he brought a demo with these same recordings to show us what he has in mind. We spontaneously decided to do it.

Wasn't there an internal discussion?

Emu: We were expecting the record company to say it wasn't possible. Our only turning point was one day when we looked at Russian footage from the same period to see if it would work. It hasn't. There are a few plays by other directors in there, but otherwise we left it with Leni Riefenstahl.

Richard: Maybe we reacted so spontaneously because it's a piece of memory from our childhood.

Can you understand that people react sensitively?

Richard: Yes, but what I don't understand is that on the one hand they are enthusiastic about it, but on the other hand they are influenced by the opinion that is made in the media. That means the first reaction is "Oh, nice ", and when they hear that it's Leni Reifenstahl, they make a face. We used images from a sports film, not Triumph of the Will.

Emu: People asked me where we got the thousand gymnasts from. When they found out about Riefenstahl and were told who she was, they said " You can't do that ".

But you knew her before.

Richard: As an artist yes, but she wasn't in my life like she is today. I'm reading her biography right now.

Emu: In Denmark, art students look at her works as a lesson. Then we don't have to stand there and explain what attraction that has.

Witt says that someone with talent had to come to terms with the Third Reich.

Richard: It's not about good or bad, it's about their art. But of course I can't condone the fact that she let Hitler blind her.

Emu: After the Wall came down, friends with whom you made music told you that they were Stasi agents.

Richard: One also forgives…

Emu: Many from the West mobilized against former SED people. There's a willingness in me to defend when people arrive who haven't seen it. I've heard a lot of speculation about Leni Riefenstahl, especially the question of whether she slept with Hitler, far more often than the statement "that's the seduction of power ". There's only one artist I've heard more speculation about, and that's Rammstein. For example that the 'Stripped' clip was produced for the American market. It wasn't even released in the US.

If I were you, I would be less bothered by the articles by Spiegel or Rolling Stone, but more by the meanwhile negative reactions of the fans.

Richard: That's not true.

But we get corresponding letters from the editor. People want to sell their Rammstein collection.

Richard: Really? Rammstein is a phenomenon, discussions about it have already broken friendships, but that can only mean that you know a little more afterwards.

Emu: A friend of ours has a small independent cinema. When he came to a joint meeting of the cinema operators with the Rammstein hat, they wanted to exclude him. So it can also go to the existential. The 'Stripped' video is being used as evidence to prove what has been floating around in the media for a long time.

You are blamed for providing the image of German that America wants to see.

Richard: What picture do we deliver? We often had to answer the question of whether we were gay there; but none came about “German” and “Nazi”. ‘Du hast’, the video that ran in the US, is a gangster story. They like the music. But I can now understand the attitude of people who say you should be more sensitive, although I still think the video is beautiful and aesthetic. Art has something to do with spontaneity, emotion and naivety. If you always weigh everything, only boring things come out.

Do you make sure in the future that you don't give this image any additional nourishment?

Richard: We want to continue to choose quality.

And when art and sensitivity face each other again?

Richard: That's when you start circumcising yourself. But of course there is a moral limit that runs right there that I would have rejected making 'Triumph des Willens', no question. But 'Olympia' has to do with sports aesthetics.

If you can understand it, does that also weigh on your conscience?

Richard: Yes, yes. Till, our singer, also has problems with it and is really depressed. When you keep hearing accusations that aren't true, it hurts too. I used to have blonde rastas and made funky music, now I'm thinking about situations that are completely unfamiliar to me: What if I want to go to a club and the bouncer says to me: "You can't come in here, you right pig! ».

Where do you want to start?

Richard: By showing people that you can also make art with other means. We want to let people know that Rammstein will always innovate...

If you don't want to be deterred, you have to make yourself independent of the opinions of others, right?

Richard: It really takes self-confidence and a thick skin.

At least you seem to have the former.

Richard: It seems that way, doesn't it?

Absolutely. So are you the speaker?

Richard: That's not true. It's actually very well divided apart from Till. We didn't want to follow the record company line that singers have to do interviews. The musicians know a lot more about sound, while the singer is limited to writing lyrics and can't talk about some musical things at all.

Are you a bit afraid of the next record yourself?

Richard: It's like Christmas when you have a gift and you don't know if you like it. On the one hand I notice that I'm repeating myself and I'm enthusiastic about it because I realize that this is Rammstein. On the other hand, of course, something new has to be added. I approach it conservatively, a riff, a rhythm, a melody, and when it then harmonizes with the text, freshness should be brought in, like the modern electronics in Sehnsucht. Since I wrote the second record more or less by myself, I would also like the others to contribute more musically. It's never good trying to please someone. I recently spoke to a producer who said you have to keep your instincts and follow them. Then all you have to do is concentrate. I write two to three hours every day and confidence is related to how successful I am, whether I had a good idea and wrote something good. If nothing happens for two or three days, I'm also very, very small.

Is Till now thinking twice about his texts, or is there even a reappraisal of things?

Richard: I find his lyrics so apolitical that he doesn't have to think about it. It's poetry. I hope he tries to stay away from it. If Till would work that out, people wouldn't understand it at all. Kraftwerk were partly condemned too, but if this band had made an anti-fascist song, it wouldn't have fitted. Just as little as with Rammstein.

Emu: We cannot justify what never happened. In order to keep the influence within limits, we have now canceled the clipping service so that all the articles are no longer lying around in the office and you read everything all the time. That's enough.

Richard: We're not closing ourselves off to information. According to the saying "Resist the beginnings " we think about it. In America I even made a wrong decision because I'm so insecure and sensitized. I had a fan kicked out who was always throwing his right arm forward. He didn't do anything, just went along with the music.

Hasn't something broken for you lately from the magic, the dream of being successful?

Richard: The better known you are, the lonelier you get. But I can't do something completely different right now. As long as I can take it, I'll keep going. You can tell that you can compensate for all these stories and your personal sacrifices with music. Maybe our situation can be compared to when you play a song in the rehearsal room. You like it, go out, play it in front of people fifty times until you realize there's no response. But you have to get to that point first. The reactions to 'Stripped' are similar. You have to admit that you may have made a mistake. You haven't managed to get it understood. A communication difficulty between bathroom and fan. Maybe it's a piece of history that we live out, others don't see it that way. It was also a cover version, I'm not sure if we would have put it on our own song.

Is there anything new for your fans?

Richard: We are working on a new stage show. It's hard to separate from fire. Water would be great, but that is very difficult to achieve.

Emu: We're thinking of a combination with neon.

In the beginning every hard German band had to be measured against you musically, now everyone justifies that they are not Nazis...

Richard: Yes, soon they won't be able to hear the name Rammstein anymore.

#Rammstein #Richard Kruspe #Emanuel Fialik #Till Lindemann #Flake #Paul Landers #Christoph Schneider #Oliver Riedel #1999 #*scans #translation #well #If Till can't talk about the music you sure can't talk about the lyrics #and the journalists are more interest by the lyrics than the music so...#Richard says some stupid things at time...#and sure you wrote the second album yourself...#*

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Save me (Semi Version)

Premise: Semi never thought he would find love where his insecurities laid deep, he never thought someone so broken could be so full of love, he never thought he needed to feel loved as much until he met you.

World Count: 2173

Chapter 6: Good Ending

Youth goes by so fast, when you are younger all you want to do is to be an adult and when the time comes, there’s nothing you can do to go back to those days where things were simpler.

Things were bound to change once high school was over for the both of you.

But you got to learn that change isn’t always so bad.

Your boyfriend accepted his true nature after many sleepless nights where feelings and expectations were shared. He wanted to explore his love for music, saying you made him want to be himself, believe in himself. It didn’t matter anymore if Shirabu was a better setter or if Ushijima would go for the pro-league, they were chasing who they truly wanted to be, and he would do the same, even Tendo accepted he wanted nothing to do with the sport anymore and wanted to go into the food industry. Everything would change quickly. Accepting yourself and embracing those around you can really make an impact in your future.

Of course, his parents didn’t want him to have a lousy life as an adult, the life of a rockstar not being what they envisioned for their beloved son; so, he promised to go to university and get an actual job while also pursuing his dream. No one had to lose when he could do both and give his parents peace of mind.

As for you, you had to wait a year on your own before having to experience adulthood, but by the time Semi was out of high school you were able to go out on your own and life went pretty much on as you always wanted school to be. You got upgraded from your position and were appointed president of the student council in your last year. At first it seemed like more than you could handle, but that was just what you needed to start building that impressive resume you’ve been wanting to work on from the start.

Your last year of school was uneventful, and you were ready to move on to the next chapter of your life.

Both, you and your boyfriend were aiming for a job in your local government, hence, you got in the same university and same major, making life easier for you as he had already gone through the material given in classes and could help you understand better what was going on, making the transition not as painful as it was for others.

You would hear from your old friends from Semi from time to time, Ushijima being as famous as someone can be in the industry, was very hard to reach and you were just happy to know he was able to achieve and fulfill his dream. Not like you doubted he ever would, he’s always been the shiniest star. Tendo keeps you both up to date with the happenings of the rest of the team, face-timing with you guys often.

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Life as an adult is complicated. So much to think about, taxes, bills, supermarket sale days. But sharing your workspace with your boyfriend made you look forward to each day. Being in different sectors of the governmental chain just complimented your work-life balance to perfection and you both could still eat lunch together every day like you used to during high school, it felt nice, not everything had changed even when time doesn’t stop for anybody.

Semi’s band was actually pretty famous around the underground concert venues. They even landed a nice record deal not too long ago, though, it still feels a bit weird listening to a song in the radio that you know is about you.

He is in charge of writing all the lyrics for his band and let’s just say 99% of them are about your relationship. From sappy love songs to very deep ones about understanding and belonging; his beautiful sorrowful voice being the reason of their popularity. The fact that the five of them were pretty boys with bad boy auras being just a bonus.

Though, even if they were decently popular, he never mentioned anything about becoming a full-time artist. He had a goal and was not one to jeopardize his future over short-term fame. But he would always get dodgy when asked about this ‘goal’ of his, keeping it a secret from you for years.

You met Tōru again after years of not seeing him, he went away to Argentina to make his dreams come true and you couldn’t be prouder of him. He listened to your advice and even if it took a while, he looked like he was living his best life. You went with him and Iwaizumi to his therapy sessions and even participate in some of them for a solid year and a half until you saw a big change on him. He stopped clinging onto the past, stopped sending you messages saying he missed you at random times of the night when he felt lonely, his outbursts of temper stopped completely after a while, and you all knew he was ready to continue on his path to greatness. He came to this world to do great things and you were just happy to be a healthy part of his life like you always wished to be at last.

He called you in as soon as he came back to Japan and invited you to his match. Meeting all your friends after such a long time was incredible, you even saw Tobio there, who was very much surprised and terrified when he saw you go in the gym and hug Oikawa, all his nightmares becoming reality before his eyes, thankfully, it was a misunderstanding.

It was an awesome day, a day to remember the good old days, re-live your treasured memories with your beloved childhood friend and your at that time, loving boyfriend. It was hard getting to where you were right now, but it was all worth it.

You also saw Ushijima that day, but you were definitely not expecting getting hugged by him. He just seemed so relieved to see you were in good health and that you still remembered who he was, to be able to see that beautiful smile he still dreams about once more, he couldn't contain his own body. His adorable display of affection causing an uproar in his team and Semi to go into some sort of regression to his not so confident self once more.

He’s done all he can to be a decent adult. He went to university and graduated. Landed a good job. Has treated you nicely all these years. But what if seeing all mighty Ushiwaka sways you to his side. What if the promise of a future being the wife of a national star with a big house, kids and a dog is what you wanted? Even the prime minister wanted a selfie with him once.

His spiraling had stopped years ago. He was confident enough in what you guys had and he knows for a fact that you two built it all together, it was not all just him, you were also giving your best to keep the relationship as active and loving as it could be and you’ve done it for years, never really failing him. He should know that you wouldn’t be swayed by Japan’s volleyball sweetheart or the handsome international star that had you snuggled up his side at this very moment trying to keep you away from Ushijima, he should know where your heart really was, but he’s always been this way and needed validation.

That night Semi refused to take you to your apartment, taking a detour. He was quiet the entire time, not wanting to voice his insecurities, but unable to mask his discomfort.

“Baby, is something wrong? I haven’t seen that constipated look in your face for years. Is this about Ushijima-san?” he usually loves how well you know him but hated it just as much when it came to moments like this. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to show you something. I was actually saving this for another time, you know, not for after a 'We love (Y/N) fanclub' meet and greet day, but you know how things are with me, I get restless. So, sorry if it isn’t as big of a surprise as I had planned for it to be.”

He stopped by one of your favorite places in town. He had taken you there the first time you visited his parents’ home. It was a lovely spot up a hill where you had the best view of the sunset, a little bench overlooking the river. This spot became a staple throughout your relationship. You had your first fight there, your first heated kiss, even some of the deepest conversations you’ve had in the history of all your relationship, all have been there. Behind that little bench, across the street, there was a big European style house very much abandoned. Weeds were growing everywhere, almost consuming the house completely. You used to tease him all the time saying one day you would buy that house and restore it all on your own and would become your secret hideaway for whenever you didn’t want to see his face, but the house wasn’t even for sale, it was all teasing to see the cute pout and scowl combo you loved so dearly.

It was in bad conditions, but it wasn’t terrible, it looked almost like a fairy tale house in a secluded area of the town, but you used to go there all the time, to you it wasn’t secluded, it was ideal.

Your boyfriend was now climbing over the fence of said house, causing an alarmed squeak out of you, “Eita, what are you doing? We’ll get in troubles! This has to be private property, we can’t just go in! What if we get arrested!” you whispered-yelled, pulling on his hand as hard as you could to get him back to safety. “Oh yeah, it is private property. Though, pretty sure the owner wouldn’t mind his beautiful girlfriend going into her new house.” the gasp that left your lips was the loudest he’d ever heard, making his grin grow impossibly wider, “YOU DIDN’T!!” squealing, you jumped in his arms forgetting the fence and all, he spooned you around, planting a messy peck on your lips, “I so did.” you had to be dreaming, just when you thought this day couldn’t get any better. “But how? I didn’t even know it was for sale! And just how did you get the money for this?” running around to look for your way in, you were yelling at this point, “I’ve been saving for a while, since it is a fixer-upper it was rather cheap. And well, let’s just say, working in the government has its perks when it comes to permits and what not.” finding your way over to him, you could see his boyish smile, even a faint hint of pink dusting his handsome face, “We’ll have to work hard to make it look presentable though, seems like a lifetime project.” his words made you tackle him to the ground, kissing his very soul, “Do you like it that much?” he hasn’t laughed like this in a while, it felt great, all the negative feelings he had just minutes ago sent to oblivion and replaced by your loving kisses and giggles.

Having a stuck-up job wasn’t ideal for him but he was glad he did as he did, he was able to save the money he needed and accomplished his goal, while also having a good time with his band mates and the love of his life. He couldn’t complaint even if he wanted to, life had been good to him.

All he could think for a while was how he wanted you to be happy, how he wanted you to continue having that safe happy life you’ve both crafted over time, he wanted you to have everything you always wanted and when he saw the way you looked at the little house you were in right now he just made it his goal to get it for you secretly, he didn’t know how long it would take but he just hopped you would still be by his side when the time came, “Are you kidding me? I love it! It's even better than I thought it was!”

“So, are you willing to spend the rest of your life here with me fixing the mess of a house you wanted, garden mouse?” the implications of that question were heavier than what it looked from the outside, this was a commitment, his own way of securing a future with his one true love.

“For as long as you'd have me. Always.” sealing the promise with a never-ending kiss, the future that once was gloomy and uncertain became the brightest there was to offer for two broken souls in need of company, healing and understanding. The house was almost symbolic. Broken, fragile, needing repairs, just the way you were when you met him, just the way he was when he met you, but with nurturing love, patience and a lot of work, things shine brighter than expected with time.

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Note: there will be a surprise bonus chapter next week~ 👀 before we go into big heavy muscle mode.

Tagged babes: @dazaisfavgf, @lauraagrace

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Hi! Congrats on 11k! Can I request a soulmate au with Luke from jatp with sharing songs please :)

Oh my gosh thank you!!! Also I’m really excited about this, I haven’t written Luke in like, a while so it’s nice to kind of dust off the JatP! Thanks for requesting!!!

Troubadour - Luke Patterson

Summary: YOU’RE THE VOICE I HEAR INSIDE MY HEAD THE REASON THAT I’M SINGING I NEED TO FIND - not quite but Luke gets a set of chords stuck in his head and it turns out they’re yours.

A/N: I went with this one (but like Sunset Curve in the 90’s style) sharing songs = they keep hearing songs that they can’t find on the internet, finally realizing that they are their soulmate’s own, unpublished songs

Julie and the Phantoms Masterlist || Celebrate 11k with me

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“What are you playing?”

Luke stopped mid-hum, fingers stilling on his guitar and looking over at Alex. They’d been taking a break from practice but Luke had been strumming the same few chords for the last couple minutes. It wasn’t unusual behaviour but Luke typically would’ve been writing down lyrics or trying to figure out the next piece of the song. As far as Alex could tell he was just transfixed on those chords and nothing else.

“Uh,” Luke faltered for a minute, racking his brain for the name of the song that had been stuck in his for the last few weeks. “I…I don’t know,” he admitted.

“Do you have anything written yet?” Reggie looked almost hopeful as he asked. He’d been sneaking lyrics into Luke’s notebook lately. They weren’t bad but they also weren’t Sunset Curve by a longshot.

“It’s not mine,” Luke explained, “I spent all day yesterday at the record store on palermo and still can’t find it…”

“Where’d you hear it first?” Alex asked, interest piqued at this bit of information. Luke had an undeniable ear for music. He could know a song just from the opening strum of the guitar or strike of the drums. It was unusual that he didn’t recognise a song he’d been playing over and over again.

“That’s the thing,” Luke admitted, setting his guitar in its stand and getting up to pace around the room. “I don’t really remember. Like I just woke up one morning and it was in my head.”

“And you haven’t heard it anywhere else?” Bobby asked, coming back into the garage with water bottles for the four of them.

“No.” Luke shook his head, getting a little frustrated with the questions but more so just because he felt like he didn’t have any of the answers he wanted. “It just was stuck in my head one day and I haven’t been able to find it anywhere. Look, it’s whatever. Let’s just get back to practice. Reggie wants to go to that show tonight-“

“We can’t miss it, it’s open mic once a month, if it seems like a good crowd, we should think about putting our names down.” Reggie replied, cutting Luke off. He’d been telling them about this venue for a couple weeks now, since he and Bobby had gone down there for a show and seen a flyer about their amateur band nights. Unsigned bands in LA could perform for fairly regular crowds. It was better than anything they’d been doing.

“We won’t miss it,” Bobby said, grabbing his guitar.

The crowd was a good one tonight, not packed but full enough that Luke felt the familiar warmth of being surrounded by eager concert-goers. Alex pushed forward, the other three following him to the edge of the stage. There was a band performing, a group of 20-something guys dressed more like accountants than rockers but their music was good.

As the set finished, Luke turned away from the stage, listening to Bobby talking about how it seemed so far. Trust him to be the most analytical of the four of them. Luke was always all about the music but Bobby had a head for the business side of things too. It didn’t take long to switch out instruments, none of the bands seemed interested in keeping the crowd waiting for too long, not when most of them were just trying to get their names out there.

Luke still had his back turned as the house lights dimmed and the next band came out.

You weren’t normally this nervous about performing but lately you’d had a song stuck in your head and it’d been distracting you from working on your own music. As soon as you sat down to write it was there in the back of your head. You’d had songs kind of, creep up on you before. Words or chords just got stuck until you wrote them out but something about this song told you it wasn’t something you’d dreamed up yourself. It didn’t feel like you at all, more like you were hearing someone else’s song in your ear.

You hadn’t told anyone about it and now you were getting ready to go on with your band, hopeful that you didn’t mess up, trying to combat the song in your head with your own chords.

The crowd had some good energy, seemingly more welcoming than when you had been here the last time. “Hey, thanks for letting us take up some of your time tonight, this song is a new one I’ve been working on. I think I finally got it, I’ll let you guys decide,” the comment was met with some laughs and you smiled, trying to calm your heart from going haywire in your chest, “alright, here we go.”

You started strumming and Luke turned around, his eyes wide as he stared up at you. All he could remember was what Reggie had said on the way over, these were all new bands that didn’t have records, that hadn’t been signed. You said yourself you had just finished the song you were singing, but, Luke knew that song.

“That’s the song,” he said, nudging Alex, “that’s the song!”

“What song?” Alex asked, turning so he could hear him better, “you mean the song you were playing earlier today?”

“yeah; that’s it.”

“How is that possible, Luke, we’ve never seen these guys play before.” Alex reasoned. It didn’t make any sense that Luke would know a song before it even existed in the world, “maybe you’ve just got some chords stuck in your head and it sounds like that.”

“No,” Luke shook his head and looked back up at the stage. It was impossible to really see the crowd, he knew that, he’d been on stage enough times to know that you’re really just looking out at silhouettes. But as he looked up you turned your head and he swore your eyes locked with his. He could feel a pounding in his chest like the nerves he got before a show, sweat beaded on the back of his neck and goosebumps erupted on his skin. It was like his whole body was mirroring yours and you looked like you knew.

He wanted to pull you off stage and ask you how you’d done it. How had he heard that song in his head when it was only just finished, how had the words all seemed so familiar when just that afternoon he couldn’t remember any of them. Luke was stuck in that moment until he felt the house lights come up and he was blinking from the change, turning his head back and forth. He felt like he’d been dreaming, if he pinched himself he almost expected to wake up in the garage again.

“Luke!” Alex grabbed his arm and brought him back down to reality. He was awake after all, “where are you going? The next band is getting ready to play.”

“I have to find that singer…that, I…that’s the song.”

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I'm going to write a sad and serious post, so if you are still in the mood to celebrate NY, please skip it and read later.

Doyoung looked happy during the end of year concert, so, touch wood, he wasn't too affected by the MC scandal. I hope he learnt how to withstand and wait out personal attacks by now. He has been an idol for a long time, and had many a trouble.

I was a bit surprised that only 3 people unsubscribed from me in the past days. Either few subscribers read me regularly, or I successfully weed out the weak ones (I have a high subscribe/unsubscribe rate).

I'm not very eloquent with my words. I often come off too harsh and don't deliver my point of view well. I'm coming back to the topic of online virtue-signalling, "do good" pressure, witch-hunting of idols as I need to clarify a few points.

On the first glance it might seem like I'm behaving like a fan who protects one's bias. Actually, I would defend any idol who is accused of things he/she didn't do/that weren't proven. My opposition is to the mob, to the cancelling culture, to the people who use nice pretext to be awful humans. Their power is strong, they crush not only celebreties, but grind in the mix other fans as well. And I want more people to learn how to withstand this type of bullying into complience with the mob's POV.

The masses are often wrong. And a minority often looks like it represents the opinion of the majority, when in reality media and socmed algorythms just favour loud confrontational people and people who earn being "spokepersons". You don't have to pick a side if you don't want to. You don't need and you actually can't have an opinion on every subject. You can and should hear out people you disagree with or who has bad sides to them (like being a homophobe). A person possessing a bad character or view still stays a source of information you can learn from.

You will be pressured by "well-meaning" people into action "for the cause". Not just pressured - bullied. You won't be given a chance to question the cause, its revelance to you, whether there is a point to it, will the associated campaign bring any positive change really. Swear words, accusations of lacking morale, empathy, threats of being cancelled would be thrown at you if you won't comply. So the task is to learn to see through the wall of trigger words and mass histeria, to be able to ask questions and think and decide for oneself.

I didn't follow the Korean fans vs Indonesian fans fanwar. I don't know the specifics. Still, I can comment on absurdity of (some) Indonesians cancelling a Korean idol over a fastfood brand boycott that has little to do with their country. Indoneasia has an ongoing conflict of their own. Papua wants to become independent and is not allowed to. Killing or rebels - check. Denial of self-identification - check. Indonesians from other islands, other ethnicities, coming to the land and using its resources, starting to live there - check (Indonesia populates Papua with other peoples deliberetely, selling of mining and logging rights to foreign companies is rampant). When I went to YT to look for a video on the conflict, I came across the fact that Indonesia has a migrant issue as well. Rohingya refugees, a muslim minority fleeing Myanmar.

It is the truth that athrocities and injustice happen all over the world at the same time. And not only man-made conflicts. Poverty, ilnesses, nature destruction. People suffer and die constantly. People following online mobs that get into a frenzie after media shines light on a particular issue and bully everyone to do the same are hypocritical. The world is big, people in one part of the world deserve peace and to be preoccupied with their mandane lives, celebrate, even if something bad happens in another part of the world.

When Russia-Ukrainian war started I followed it closely. I listened to commentators from both sides and I was watching the videos from the battleground with burnt corpses in tanks, Ukranian drones releasing explosives on the heads of Russian soldiers, child graves dug on playgrounds, leveled to the ground cities (before and after airial photos), as well as humanitarian and volunteer campaigns, etc. I also read comments and observed the wave of hate Russians were getting online from "well-meaning" people. I was stripped off of the ability to use credit cards abroad, ability to enter several European countries, and other issues. It was a very unstable time when everyting changed every day, I was afraid to be locked in Russia like Soviet people were locked in USSR (it's a real concern among Russians, a new iron wall). Back then I constantly switched between reading about the war and writing silly stuff here on this blog. I didn't write about the war not only because I wanted a space to escape to, but also because it was a local problem. Yes, huge, and affecting the whole world (oil, gas, vegetable oil, wheat, more refugees, the disraption of the "peace" in Europe, etc), but still a conflict people in Indonesia, Thailand, India, South America and so on had the right to avert their eyes from.

Right before New Year Russia (nothing sacred for Putin) sent rockets to several large Ukranian cities. You can see Ukranian k-pop cover groups filming dance covers for YT and think that everyrhing has calmed down, that it's only soldiers who fight on the perifery. Well, no. And Ukraine also sent rockets into a Russian town. On both sides civillians died in the buildings during explosions.

Instead of a NY conglaturation, a political oppositioner on YT I watch released a video with information about a couple of people that died. Turned statistics into stories about individual human beings. You can watch it here, it has English subs. The author asked to forgive him for not being in a celebratory mood, so many commented how they too couldn't celebrate the holiday.

The attack angered me, but I didn't dwell on it. I personally did congratulate all my friends with positive words. And I celebrated. War or not war. I want to live. I want my friends to be successful next year despite actually not knowing their onlook on the conflict (I was hesitant to discuss with some). I don't want Putin and his desire to stay in power to ruin more lives than he already has and will continue to do. Certainly not mine. I have my lane, nature conservation. It is as important as other "fields to do good". And to have any positive impact on the world, firstly I need to stay sane and happy myself. And my friends need to stay sane because they will outlive the dictator and be the part of people who will push for democracy.

To sum it up. Don't fall to the mob's pressure on the internet and don't be quick to judge people, cancel them. Don't delegate thinking and decision making to others. Form your own informed opinions. And don't waste your time on trivial things. Fanwars online don't help anything and anyone. It's action in real life that matters. Even if all you do is being kind to your family and people around you, you still do more good than justice-warriers.

Be kind in 2024.

#notes in the margins #food all around chips all around

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mzannthropy · 10 months

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I've been thinking about Jane Andrews lately (I'm just loving all the L.M. Montgomery discussions and posts, you guys have no idea how happy it makes me to finally be able to talk about LMM, even though I probably don't interact as much as most of you, I very much appreciate it). Jane's not a character I ever have thought much about, but the post I made recently about wanting to marry rich brought her back to mind.

Jane is mostly described as plain, not so much in looks (though that too), but in personality. Yet towards the end of AOGG, on their way back from the hotel concert, she expresses a wish to be rich and have diamonds. (To which Anne has a great answer, but that's not what I'm talking about here.) So, Jane works as a teacher for 3 years, first in Newbridge, then in Avonlea, and then, when Anne comes home from college for her fist summer holiday, Jane has resigned her job to move to another teaching position in West in September. Rachel Lynde comments that this is bc she can't find a husband in Avonlea.

Anne defends her friend, saying that Jane is a nice girl and not attention seeking, but Rachel retorts:

“Oh, she never chased the boys, if that’s what you mean,” said Mrs. Rachel. “But she’d like to be married, just as much as anybody, that’s what. What else would take her out West to some forsaken place whose only recommendation is that men are plenty and women scarce? Don’t you tell me!”

I think Rachel is being unjust here. Bc like... so what if Jane wants to go West to find a husband? You can't have it both ways. You can't mock a woman for being an "old maid" and at the same time criticise her for taking steps to find a guy to marry. Jane is moving West to work as a teacher, not sit around to be courted by men. And she's not sitting at home, crying and feeling sorry for herself like some Bridget Jones character waah I can't get a maaaan waaaaaah, but she's actively getting off her ass to seek an opportunity.

Also, she's moving half a fucking country away! There were plenty of places nearer her home where she could have gone. Anywhere else on the Island, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, or even Ontario. But she's going to a place where it will take her days to travel (even nowadays, according to my google search, PEI to Winnipeg is an 8.5 hour flight). I think leaving her home and family and everything she knew to travel such a faraway place where she didn't know anyone, as a young woman, was an incredibly brave thing to do. She knew about a place that had more men than women, so she went there to get herself a man.

Next we hear about Jane, three years later, is when she's getting married to a millionaire. So she got exactly what she wanted. You can say, like Valancy, she chased her dream. (Her mother is being insufferable about it, but that's hardly Jane's fault, I suspect one of Jane's reasons was to get away from her mother! Mrs Harmon is one nasty woman.) We know from AHOD that her marriage is happy and I have nothing to say other than Good For Her.

#jane andrews #anne of green gables #l.m. montgomery #lmmblogging #i wondered how she managed to bag herself a millionaire but then again #a guy who made money in mines is probably looking for a woman exactly like jane #nice girl who will make a good wife #he's not after someone with a big personality #really i think they're very well suited #mypost

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hassedah · 1 year

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Hey! Can you make the reaction of the boys of the MC being a metalhead and a bassist?, I love your content btw!!

MC is a metalhead and bassist :

Hi! How are you? ^^

I hope you are well! Thank you, I'm glad you like my headcanons.

I tried to make this headcanons different from MC is a metal fan, so it wouldn't be too repetitive. So I mainly focused on the style of dress and the fact that the MC can play the bass here. ^^

I hope you enjoy this headcanon. ^^

Take care of yourself and Have a nice day! ^^

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Vladimir :

Piercing, black clothes, tattoo, leather jacket. Vladimir looked at you as if the devil was at his door. He criticizes your style of dress, saying that the new generation dresses like any way and that no one would have dared to dress like that in his time. However, he still keeps some of the money from the mansion for you to buy your own clothes and concert tickets.

The worst thing for him? You took your bass with you. For a moment he thought of hiding it to stop you playing it, but he never did. After all, he'd be devastated if someone broke his piano. And it must be the same for you and your bass, so he just sighs when you play it.

Little by little, he finally listens. Either he has got used to it or it is not as bad as he thought. It's probably a mixture of both. Sometimes he really comes to listen to what you're playing and sometimes he even finds himself enjoying it a bit. It's never going to be his favourite instrument, but if you're the one playing it he can probably stand it a little bit eventually.

Béliath :

You are light years away from sharing the same style of dress. Black is not his favourite colour, he doesn't like leather jackets very much (or at least not as much as Ethan and Ivan) and he doesn't dare to get a tattoo for fear of not appreciating his tattoos one day. However, He loves your hair, although he would never do that thing (headbanging) with his head for fear of hurting his neck.

He is rather intrigued, metal is not his favourite kind of music, but he is really curious to hear you play the bass. If you want, he will offer to play music at his parties, after all, Raphael often plays the piano. There is no reason why you shouldn't be able to participate too.

He's not really interested in learning to play the bass, but he listens to you talk about it and he listens carefully enough to go out and buy the equipment you need without making a mistake.

Ivan :

He was so happy when he saw you coming. Finally, someone, other than Ethan, who understands his passion for metal. He also loves your style of dress, he would love to be able to dress like that too, but he has never dared. He's thought about growing his hair out, but he's too afraid it won't fit and he's afraid Vladimir will yell at him if he ever comes back with a piercing or a tattoo.

Aaron :

Aaron does not hesitate to defend you if Vladimir criticises your dress style. After all, with Vladimir and Raphael stuck in their respective times it would be a shame if you couldn't dress as you please.

He also supports you when Vladimir and Raphael complain about hearing you play the bass. After all, they can both play the piano and no one is going to stop them. Raphael even plays the clarinet and the violin! So it's out of the question that you can't play the musical instrument you want.

He doesn't want to learn to play it, but he doesn't mind you playing bass in the same room as him while he's writing poetry or reading a book. It's actually quite nice and reminds him a bit of the time when you couldn't listen to music without knowing how to play it and without having a musician around.

Raphaël :

He doesn't really understand your style of dress, but he won't criticise it. After all, he is still dressed in renaissance fashion and would prefer never to have to wear modern clothes he doesn't like.

He knows how to play several different musical instruments, so he knows very well how complicated learning is, but he really doesn't like the bass… why don't you play the piano instead? It's nicer, isn't it? Or the double bass! When you tell him that you just didn't learn to play the piano and the double bass because you preferred the bass, he has a hard time understanding.

At first he swore he would never listen. After all, you do metal and he hates it. But after hearing you once or twice, he realises that the bass is not as aggressive an instrument as he feared. He might even enjoy listening to you play from time to time, as long as what you play is not too violent. He especially likes blues tunes, which you can play if you want to please him.

Ethan :

He's a bit jealous of your clothes, he's only got one leather jacket and even though it suits him very well, he doesn't wear it often because he doesn't have much clothing that goes well with it. He's also in awe of your tattoos, for the moment like Beliath, he doesn't dare get a tattoo. In fact, he has several styles that he would like very much, but he also changes his mind often so he prefers to wait a little longer (and he made Beliath swear never to let him enter a tattoo artist's house if he is drunk).

He doesn't dare ask you outright, but he would love to learn to play the bass. He has never managed to convince Vladimir to let him buy an instrument he likes. Whereas Raphael almost managed to convince him to buy a harp when he already has a clarinet and a violin.

He often listens to you play and if you decide to teach him he will pay close attention. Even though he quickly gets annoyed when he can't do what you teach him. However, Ethan is persistent and retains and learns things easily, so it's not unpleasant to teach him to play the bass.

Neil :

He's been around for over a thousand years, so he raises an eyebrow at your style of dress but doesn't really care. Anyway, for him nothing could be worse than the puffy breeches that were very fashionable in Europe in the 16/17th century. It was a horrible time for clothing and he's really relieved it's over.

Neil can play several musical instruments. He has had a long time to learn. So he understands and respects the perseverance it takes to learn to play an instrument. Even when it's not his favourite instrument. He still likes to listen to you play it, although he doesn't intend to learn to play it himself.

He almost always accompanies you to the shops when you are looking for accessories for your bass, even if he sometimes has a bit of trouble understanding what you and the salesman might be saying.

Léandra :

She really likes your style of dress. It's even a look she could adopt without any problem. She has long hesitated to get piercings, especially in her septum, but she's not sure if it's right for her, so she hasn't tried it yet.

She can sing, but she never took the time to learn to play a musical instrument. It's not something succubi usually do, she was already out of the ordinary when she took care of her little brother, she didn't want to look like an even weirder succubus by learning to play an instrument. However, she loves to hear you play and if you wanted to join a metal band, she would be your biggest supporter.

If you offer to teach her to play it, she is unlikely to refuse. Even if she would rather not have another succubus know about it. She is very attentive to what you say, but she gets distracted quite easily so you can't spend very long on the same piece before she wants to do something else.

Farah :

You are very different from the rest of the pack with your style of dress, but no one comments on it. The interests of each member of the pack are important to the whole pack and Farah wants to make sure that everything goes well between you and them. Younger members will sometimes come up to you and ask about your tattoos or piercings (they are mostly interested in whether it hurts) or ask about your favourite metal bands.

The main concern is the transport of your bass, of course you don't have an electric bass but an acoustic bass. When you are too tired, injured or ill there is always a member of the pack who offers to carry it for you, after all if your musical instrument is important to you then it is out of the question to abandon it. In a way you have become the musician of the group and Farah finds it very pleasant to hear you play after a long day of walking. It reminds Farah of when she used to play guitar for the pack, if she listened to herself she would certainly go out and buy one, but she's too afraid she won't be able to play it anymore because she hasn't played it since she broke it.

To make you happy, Farah sometimes takes routes that allow you to attend metal concerts.

#Moonlight lovers #Moonlight lovers Vladimir #Moonlight lovers Béliath #Moonlight lovers Ivan #Moonlight lovers Aaron #Moonlight lovers Raphaël #Moonlight lovers Ethan #Moonlight lovers Neil #Moonlight lovers Léandra #Moonlight lovers Farah

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kkaisarion · 1 year

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mushy may: first kiss

in which swiss is a dumbass, but we love him anyway

pairing: swiss/rain rating: teen word count: 1132

read on AO3 or below the cut

Swiss had a problem.

A problem that was annoyingly talented and unfairly attractive, in the form of a certain water ghoul.

See, Swiss was starting to fall in love with Rain, and he really didn’t think he could hold it in for much longer. (That first part was a lie, by the way, to make himself feel better. In reality, he had been a goner pretty much since day one.)

He was going to tell Rain soon, Swiss kept saying to himself. But there was never a good time. Never a good time to confess, and then have his heart broken if Rain didn’t feel the same way about him.

Maybe Swiss would be able to resist Rain, if only he weren’t so damn nice .

There was this one time when a string on Swiss’ guitar snapped, right before band rehearsal. Rain had immediately offered to fix it, telling him that it was no problem, really. While Rain was at it, he restrung the entire guitar, since it was about time to change all the strings anyway.

Swiss figured that Rain helped everyone out with this kind of favor, and smiled gratefully when he took his instrument back. When Swiss started to play, it kind of seemed like Rain was staring. But that was probably just because Rain wanted to make sure the new strings were on correctly.

And then the band went on tour. Swiss found his home on the stage, with the music thrumming through his veins and the colorful lights flashing everywhere and the adrenaline rush coming from the crowd. He had a good vantage point from his platform in the back, and it was fun to watch Dew and Aether stride across the front of the stage and tease each other with their antics.

But some nights when the band performed, Swiss couldn’t help but be drawn to Rain, admiring the way he played his bass with such easy confidence and moved around so gracefully. (Most nights. It happened most nights.) Swiss also learned new things about himself—for instance, who could have predicted that he found black basses so appealing, for whatever reason?

After rituals ended, Swiss always had trouble cleaning off his face paint—no matter what, he would end up missing a spot. Rain must have felt sorry for him, because one night backstage, Rain came up to Swiss and started wiping off his paint, looking intently to make sure to get every bit off. Swiss held his breath as Rain grasped his chin to keep his face still, trying not to think about how warm Rain’s hand felt against his skin.

Rain did the same thing at the next ritual too, and the one after that, until it became somewhat of a routine for the two of them. It was a very Rain thing to do, to be this helpful and sweet to everyone.

Finally, Swiss decided that he’d had enough. Unsure about how to approach Rain, he went to ask Dew for advice. The two of them were pretty close friends, despite how often they poked fun at each other in front of the other ghouls.

The band was staying at a hotel near that night’s concert venue, and Swiss found Dew inside the room that the fire ghoul was sharing with Aether. Thankfully, Aether wasn’t around at the moment.

“Are you being serious?” Dew stared at Swiss incredulously after hearing him out. “You absolute dumbass .”

“Hey now,” Swiss frowned. The name-calling seemed a little harsh.

“Rain likes you, it’s obvious,” Dew said. “Well, obvious to everyone except you,” he added, muttering what suspiciously sounded like “idiot” under his breath.

“But he’s so nice to everyone, it’s hard to tell,” Swiss protested. He started telling Dew about all the different things that Rain had done for him.

At that point, Dew leaned forward and put his hands on Swiss’ shoulders, shaking him forcefully. “I promise you, he’s only that nice to you,” he said. Swiss just stared back doubtfully and tried to ignore the flutter of hope that was rising in his chest.

Eventually Dew left to go and eat, but not before threatening Swiss to get his act together—otherwise, Dew would tell Rain himself. He was just joking, Swiss knew. Probably.

As Swiss started to wander back to his own room, he passed by the bank of elevators along the way. Suddenly, one of them opened, and he came face to face with a decidedly drenched water ghoul—the very same water ghoul who was currently occupying Swiss’ thoughts.

“Hi Rainy,” Swiss greeted him in what he hoped was a casual tone. “So, you got caught in the storm outside?” he said, immediately kicking himself for what he said. Obviously, Rain did.

But Rain didn’t seem to mind. “Yeah, it got so much worse as I was walking back here,” he complained. “I look like a drowned rat.”

Swiss could have replied in any number of reasonable, appropriate ways. “Yeah, kind of,” would have worked. Or, “C’mon, it’s not that bad.” Even a simple laugh would have sufficed.

“Yeah, but a pretty drowned rat,” was what his brain landed on instead.

Rain’s eyes lit up in amusement. “You think I’m pretty?” he grinned.

“No—I mean yes—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that,” Swiss panicked.

Rain started to say something in reply, and then just shook his head. Before Swiss could fully register Rain’s forward movement, he found himself right next to Rain’s face, near enough to feel his soft breath. This close up, Swiss could see that his eyelashes were really quite lovely, especially when decorated with droplets of rain.

After a brief moment’s pause, Rain leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Swiss’.

“I like you,” Rain told him, somewhat redundantly.

“Oh,” Swiss said intelligently. “That’s good.”

“I assume you like me too?” Rain prodded.

“Yeah, I really do,” Swiss said with a breathless laugh, his brain finally kicking into gear. “I like you so much.” (Someday, Swiss would admit to actually being in love with Rain. Someday.)

When they kissed this time, it was much more awkward, because both of them were smiling too much for it to work properly. Then Rain grabbed Swiss’ hand and started dragging him in the direction of their rooms.

“I can’t believe you didn’t realize, this whole time,” Rain said.

“Me neither,” Swiss said mournfully, thinking of all the time they could have spent together. “Dew called me a dumbass.”

“I mean, he’s not wrong,” Rain said, considering. “But at least you’re a lovable dumbass,” he added fondly.

Swiss’ heart gave a flip at his words. Did that mean Rain loved him too? Maybe not, Swiss thought. After all, Rain probably said that kind of thing to everyone.

Right?

(@forlorn-crows)

#kai writes #mushy may #rulti #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #rain x swiss #rain/swiss #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

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