#see u in the mosh pit

[bonesmarinated]

Lacazette casual clothes and stage gear, wanted to do his buhurt and LARP kit too but my hands are so god damn tired and this has been dragging for too long so maybe next time. This has been really fun but babe i need to move on 🎸⚡🗡️🖤

[twunkzilla]

I luv punk as much as any other aiden with psychological issues but god damn the way some of yall talk about what punk is or isnt makes me wonder if any of u nerds have ever been to any punk scene like at all like damn its that important to you join a union or socialist party or something damn

[yutarot]

deal or no deal (mark lee smau)

13) “what do you think, mark?” (written chapter) 700w

- the night of the battle of the bands -

[8:12PM]

mark knows how important the band is to you, he had watched you audition, crying on his bed when you got in. so it only felt natural that tonight, he was nothing but overjoyed to see you play.

what he doesn’t feel overjoyed about however, is seeing mingi.

“mark i swear to god, get in the damn van.” you hiss, always running late because mark doesn’t know that 8pm means 8pm.

their new van stinks, letters spelling ‘loded diper’, spread across the door with thick, black paint and probably suffocating them all in fumes.

luckily for mark, mingi is driving, meaning he’s able to avoid eye contact with him the entire journey. once he gets out, however, that’s a whole different story.

he looks across the van, all his friends and your bandmates somehow squished between the instruments.

“touch anything and your dead.” jeno warns, he listens because - well - it’s jeno.

the drive is shorter than expected, mark making jokes with chenle about whether the paint was actually made of loaded diapers but you were quick to shut them up with the hit of your drumsticks on their foreheads.

mark can’t lie, you look great tonight, but he can’t exactly tell you that with mingi glaring at him in the rearview mirror.

he saves the thought for later, as he usually does.

not knowing that he’ll never get the chance to tell u.

clambering out of the van, coughing and laughing, you, mingi, yunho and jeno head into the backstage doors, leaving the rest of the group to enter the venue.

mark is more nervous than ever and he can’t for the life of him figure out why.

his conversation with donghyuck halts the second a guitar riff breaks them from their silence, red lights illuminated to project jeno on the stage.

mark, hyuck and chenle are probably the loudest in the room right now, but they don’t care, screaming all sorts of profanity at their best friend, their own version of support.

it isn’t until the rest of the band, until you get illuminated, that mark quietens down, a nudge from hyuck causing him to break from his silence and let a smile tilt his lips.

he’s seen you perform before, many times actually, at your weekly gigs. but never has mark been so proud of you than this moment right now.

the set is incredible, to donghyuck especially by the seems of it. mark has to take his beer at one point to stop it spilling in his hands as hyuck attempts to start a mosh pit in the audience, which, embarrassingly for him, fails miserably.

he’s never seen an audience so alive, so raw, and he can’t wait to hear from you all about how your feeling in this moment.

but a pair of eyes kill his mood.

mingi.

he was looking directly at mark, the entire time.

mark tries to ignore it, brush it off, but when mingi walks towards yunho, stepping in his place to have access to the mic, mark knows he’s fucked.

as yunho stops singing, jeno stops playing, and so do you. confused, unaware.

mingi wraps his hand around the mic, eyes still glaring into marks.

“there’s a little someone in the audience id like to thank.”

fuck.

mark wants to leave, wants to start walking out but he can’t, he’s stuck under mingis attention.

“thanks to him, im still a sore loser, chasing the girl i want like a fucking dog. is that fair?” his hands go up, finally looking around the room.

the crowd jeers, oblivious, but hyuck turns to face mark who’s face is stern, unreadable.

..until mingis next words light a flame of anger in him.

“what do u think, mark?” with that, mingi steps back to his position, the song slowly gaining back to its rhythm. the bands new single hot sauce blaring through the speakers.

mark can’t even look at you, he knows you’ve probably figured it out, you’ll know now that you have to choose between your friendship with him or your relationship with mingi.

and mark is scared that he won’t win.

because it’s not just the bet he’ll lose, but he’ll lose you too.

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OK SO SEOUL 2006. you’re up front watching Kirk do that solo after fwtbt, and holy shit you’re abt to freak, and he LOOKS AT U with this crazy ass look. after the show, security takes u backstage and Kirk fingerfucks tf outta u in the dressing room…

(If u don’t know what I’m talking abt btw I’ll send u the vid)

SEOUL KIRK IM ON MY KNEES

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋 ²⁰⁰⁶

It was finally Metallica day. For years I've waited patiently to go see them live in South Korea. I grew up listening to 'Master of Puppets' with my dad, always dreaming of being in a mosh pit and getting crowd-surfed during the classics. And here I am standing front row at Olympic Gymnasium Hall, one of the best seats I could possibly hope for.

They're just finishing one of my favourite songs, For Whom The Bell Tolls, when the lights go dark and Kirk's solo pierces the air of the stadium.

I'm hooked. My eyes shoot wide and I'm basically ogling at him as he drips with sweat, his head rolling back as his bare chest shone.

There's something about an older rockstar that turns me on- the mystery and sexiness. I know he's seeing me through his smoky haze of sweat and effort.

It felt like he was looking straight into my soul. Like he knew what kind of thoughts were racing through my mind.

Those dark eyes, usually so sweet and awkward, almost evil as he staring at me, his sweaty fingers bending at the string like a madman, his other hand pounding down in the whammy.

He plays like he means it, and you can't help but feel every note.

His tongue is dripping with saliva from biting his lips hard, trying to keep control of himself in a room full of girls going crazy.

I lick my lips and squeeze myself together, knowing exactly where I want those lips. As he makes this last note, every guy around us goes nuts. I can hear screaming, clapping, yelling... I don't give a damn.

My mind and soul are only focused on him for the remainder of the show, he looks the sexiest he ever has.

After the show finally concluded, I find myself in the grip or a security guard, a man leaning in a telling me something.

He nodded his head and pointed behind me. I turn around to see Kirk smiling, pointing over his shoulder, as if he wants to leave.

Its only seconds before I'm being led down a dark hall. This couldn't be real. I walk to the dressing room door, which had been left open and peek inside.

"Hey", someone shouts from the side of the room, I turn to see Kirk walking towards me. "Nice to meet ya"

"I- um. hi.." I greet him awkwardly, unable to suppress my goofy smile.

I'm a fan girl all over again. Kirk holds out his hands like a knight greeting his lady in shining armour. He's shirtless still. His hair slick with sweat, his muscles strained from singing and playing guitar.

"In the dressing room, now." he smirks, pointing into the room.

I didn't hesitate, stepping past him into the dimly lit dressing room, filled with sound equipment and worn leather couches.

Kirk follows close behind, glancing over his shoulder to check no-one is watching. He shuts the door softly and steps closer to me. He leans in and whispers, "what do you think?"

I lean forward too, smiling widely. He notices I'm not wearing any bra underneath my black t-shirt. My nipples poking against my tight sports bra.

"I think we should get better acquainted." I whisper. That set him off, laughing loud enough to make sure there's nobody outside the room, then smiling slyly at me, turning away to sit on the couch.

I watch him sit, taking in the view of his naked torso. Kirk snickers and pats his thighs, so I follow his order and turn, sitting in his lap and leaning my back against his chest.

Our hips pressing tightly together, grinding slowly. He runs his hands up and down my stomach, scratching lightly.

I love how rough his hands are, he keeps glancing over at my tits swaying back and forth, feeling his cock growing under my ass. He wraps his arms around my body, lifting me up slightly.

His mouth presses on my neck, sucking gently. I moan loudly, my legs twitching. He presses his crotch against mine, letting me grind into his rock-hard dick.

"Is that what you wanted to get better acquainted with? You're such a naughty little thing." I look over at him and kiss him deeply, feeling our tongues dancing.

A faint noise of kissing starts, along with some light voices from people outside. I grin cheekily at him, my hands rubbing up and down his strong arms, feeing his bare back pressing on my chest. "You like that baby? Huh?"

Kirk slides his hands down my breasts, over my waist and carefully unbuttoned my jeans.

His hand moved down, sliding under my underwear. Pressing firmly against my mound, rubbing his fingertips against my clit. I gasp, putting both hands over his, applying more pressure to my pussy.

His wet fingers slide smoothly inside me, fucking my hole gently. I shut my eyes and lean my head back against his shoulder. I let out long low breaths.

Feeling his fingers moving in and out of me slowly, making small circles with each movement. "Mmmhmmm." I moan in approval, turning my face and looking directly into his eyes, winking at him.

"Do you like my hands baby? Do they feel nice?" he asks, teasing me. I look at him with pleading eyes. It was getting harder to restrain myself. "Ahh yeaah.. mmm." I struggle to get words out.

His fingers were working their magic, massaging me deeper and harder until I felt a wave of pleasure radiate from my loins. "Fuck!" I shout, my eyes rolling back into my head. His hands never stop touching me.

"Lets get this sexy thing off of you," Kirk snickers into my ear before pulling his fingers out to slide down my lace thong.

I lift my hips to help him slip it down my legs. My panties crumpled in his fist.

Kirk tosses them to the ground and slides his hand back between my legs.

His middle finger finds my hole easily and slides right back in. I whimper at the sensations shooting through my core. "Ahh! Oh yeah..."

I groan quietly, arching my back, grinding my pussy hard against his hand. "Shit yes... Just keep doing that..." He spreads his thumb over my swollen clit and begins a slow circle motion.

God damn it feels good.

I grind harder, driving his finger deep inside my cunt as far as it can go. I breathe heavily, lost in the moment, my mind blanking out.

"Yesssss... just... oh god. don't stop." I pant desperately, feeling my orgasm building up from somewhere deep inside me.

"Do you want to cum for me baby?" Kirk growls in my ear. I shudder violently, my voice shaking. "Please,

pleaseeeeeeee" I beg him urgently. His index finger joins the other, stretching my walls even wider.

My clit tingles as he rubs feverishly. I can feel it coming, heat rising inside me, my skin starting to burn. His other hand holds onto my breast tightly, squeezing it roughly as he sucks on my neck.

His fingers pump wildly inside me as I reach my climax. The wave of ecstasy surges throughout my body, I cry out as every muscle in my body clenches hard, convulsing uncontrollably. I spasm all over the place. "Kirk!" I whine.

"That's it, love... breathe through it... oh yeah, I bet that feels real nice." he mumbled, giggling under his breath.

Slowly he slows down his rhythm and pulls out of me. All I could do was lie there completely exhausted. He pulled my back to him and held me close, nuzzling his nose in my hair.

Kirk kisses my temple with a sigh and a smile, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking off my juices.

"Good girl... real good.."

[moonstruckme]

True Mettle

summary: Eddie's nervous when shy!reader wants to go to his concert, but he's in for a surprise

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 725 words

Eddie has never been more nervous before a show. He watches you, feet kicking off the back of his van as you work intently on a rubik’s cube, skirt riding up your thighs. 

He’d never asked you to one of his shows, not because he didn’t want you there but because he assumed you wouldn’t want to go. You’re a quiet thing, more taken to baking and crafting around the house than going to parties or the kind of wild, dingy bars that will pay Corroded Coffin a piss-poor cover charge to perform. Eddie doesn’t need you to like his band’s music to still be a-ok with you liking him. He let you know that, but still, you’d asked to come. 

And Eddie’s not stupid. If a pretty girl wants to go see him play guitar on a stage, who is he to refuse?

“Hey.” His bandmate Chris pokes his head out the side door. “We’re on in five.” 

Eddie nods, and that’s all Chris needs to go back inside. You set down your rubik’s cube and hop down from the van, recognizing this as Eddie’s cue to go backstage and yours to go inside. 

“You gonna be alright, sweetheart?” he asks, knowing you won’t say no but half hoping you will. The last thing he wants is to be stuck up onstage while you’re getting squished by the crowd below.

“‘Course,” you say brightly. “I’m excited.”

He grins at you, but his worries don’t diminish. “Just be careful not to get yourself in a mosh pit, okay? And if you feel like leaving, do it, I won’t be upset.” 

You shake your head like he’s silly, standing on tiptoe to brush a kiss over his lips before heading towards the bar entrance. “I’ve got it, Eds. Break a leg!”

Eddie resolves that if he has to jump off-stage to get to you, he’ll tell his bandmates it was a crowd surf gone wrong. 

Eddie can feel the excitement coming off his bandmates at the thickness of the crowd, and he wishes he could join them, but he’s too busy breaking out in hives. He can’t find you in the throng, the bar too dark to pick out a familiar face. He tells himself you’re fine as he plays the first chord, and then it’s too risky to be distracted, all his concentration needed as his fingers dart between strings and frets. 

They’re three songs in when he spots you, his relief so intense it nearly sends him to his knees (that would be very rock-n-roll, actually, he should consider that). There’s a moment of panic as he realizes you’re in the thickest part of the crowd, but then he realizes you’re…ecstatic. You’re the brightest, wildest thing in this room. Your hair whips out around you as you throw your head about, your hands raised high. You can’t seem to do anything fancier than jump around to the beat in your excitement, throwing in a little twirl every now and then. 

Eddie marvels at the sight of you, all pretty with your little skirt fluttering about your thighs, surrounded by all these metalheads with their ripped black jeans and head-banging. He grins at you, and you beam back, paying no mind to the shoulders and hips that bash into you every time you or someone near you jumps. He rips his fingers down the neck of his guitar as his hands pluck at the strings in a fancy maneuver, and you scream, the sound ripped from your throat and unlike anything he’s ever heard from you before. It’s joyous and fervent and fuck, Eddie can’t believe he had to get up on a stage to hear it. 

You don’t lose energy as they go through song after song. If anything, your enthusiasm seems to build, and soon the crowd starts to give you a slight berth. You’d be dangerous in a mosh pit, Eddie thinks with no small amount of pride. You’d give as good as you’d get. He’s seen you apologize to a table after bumping into it, but there’s none of that timidness in you now. And the crowd knows it: you’re a true zealot, their number one fan, a metalhead in shepherd’s clothes. 

Eddie thinks you might be more rock-n-roll than him. 

It’s a title he’s happy to give up to you.

[turnersverse]

and if you're thinking of me, i'm probably thinking of you.

you and alex wind down after an exhausting week of concerts

just purely fluff !

you watched from the side of the stage as the boys performed. you loved nothing more than seeing alex do what he loved, where he was himself. you would always remember how nervous he used to be before going on stage, and now you watched with a smile as he strolled around like he owned the place.

you could tell he was tired though, he wasn't prancing and dancing around as enthusiastically as he usually would. it had been a long tour, and you could tell the comments about his voice were bothering him. you had told him time and time again that he should sing at whatever pace he wanted, it was his show after all and the thousands of people watching had paid to be there.

they were doing their last song in the encore: r u mine. this always got the crowd excited, and you could see how crazy the mosh pits were from all the way back where you were.

the last few minutes went by quickly, and the next thing you knew the monkeys were waving goodbye to the crowd. you had a huge grin on your face as you waited for alex.

he beelined straight for you, pulling you into his arms and burying his face in your hair. your arms went to his neck and the two of you rocked side to side as you embraced.

"it was a good show. the crowd was very enthusiastic." you said quietly, your voice slightly muffled as your head was buried into his chest.

"mhm." alex said, pulling back from the hug. he gave you a soft smile. "i'm really tired, baby."

"i know, i can tell." you said, a small pout on your face as you held alexs face.

"can we go back to the hotel room?" he asked softly, his hands squeezing your waist.

"of course we can!" you said, smiling at your husband. "lets go tell the boys and then we can go."

alex just nodded, letting go of your waist so the two of you could walk but immediately grabbing on to your hand. you walked further back stage, going down the steps and winding round the corridors to the little room you had all been having a few drinks in prior to the show. the rest of the band were in there, music already playing loudly and drinks poured.

"we're heading off." you announced. matt nodded, looking from you to alex seeing that he wasn't in a celebratory mood. "alright mate, see you tomorrow." he said, mid pouring himself a beer into his glass.

alex pulled you away from the doorway and you followed the exit signs to leave the place. the air was cold and crisp, making you lean into alexs side more. he dropped your hand and snaked his arm around your waist as you walked.

the hotel was only a 5 minute walk away, and the two of you were walking fast to get into the warmth again. once you had reached the hotel, your walking pace slowed as you made your way through the lobby and to the elevator to your room.

alex pressed the button for floor 5 on the lift as you stepped in, and the doors closed. stood in a comfortable silence, you moved from being at alex's side, to infront of him, placing your hands against his chest. his hands latched on to your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

you stayed that way, looking into eachothers eyes as a way of silently communicating. the elevator dinged, alerting you that you had reached your floor. you stepped away from alex, his hands dropping from your waist but immediately picking up your hand as the two of you exited the lift.

it only took a small number of steps until they were in front of their hotel room. you fumbled in your bag to find the keycard, alex watching you with gentle eyes. a small, smug smile grew on your face as you sang softly, "i'm going back to 504.." you look up at alex, bursting out in a fit of giggles at his straight face. you had been making the same joke for the past two days, you had almost rejoiced when the lady at the reception informed you of your room on the fifth floor. you were only slightly disappointed to be in the room right across from 505, but you still sang that line anyways.

"haha, very funny." alex says in one of the driest tones you've ever heard. you just smile at him, kissing his cheek lovingly before pressing the keycard against the lock on the door and pushing it open.

you walked inside, leaning against the wall to take off your heels. alex shut the door behind him, slipping his shoes off a lot easier than you could. he moved over to you and you heard him let out a small laugh watching you struggle to even unbuckle the straps on your heels. you huff, and before you can say anything else, alex is already kneeling down in front of you and carefully unstrapping the heel you were struggling with, and then doing the same with the other. he gently pulls each heel off your foot one by one, and once they're off he stand up.

his arms immediately snake around your waist and pull you to him. you look up at him, tender love clear in his eyes. wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull his head down for your lips to meet.

the kiss is a slow one, a way of you both expressing your love. you break the kiss, your breathing a little heavier than previously. "i love you." you say softly, dropping down from your tiptoes than you hadn't even realised you were stood up on.

"i love you too, sweetheart." alex says, dropping a kiss on your forehead, the pet name making your heart melt.

"come on, let's go watch a movie or something." you say quietly. alex nods, letting go of you, and the two of you make your way to the bed. you clamber onto it, hearing alex laugh behind you as you crawl further up the bed. you turn around as you sit up against the headboard, alex still laughing softly and shaking his head.

you pat the bed next to you, a way of saying "come on". alex moves around the side and sits down, also sitting up against the headboard. you reach for the controller on your bedside table and turn the tv on.

you flick through netflix, which the hotel tv surprisingly had, not seeing anything that good. "what are you feeling?" you ask alex. he takes the controller from you, having a look for himself.

whilst your hands are free, you take the opportunity to move closer to alex. you shuffle down the bed a little, resting your head against alex's chest. he automatically lifts his arm and wraps it around your side, pulling you even closer.

he hums, and you feel the vibrations of his chest, "that's better." you look up at him, a small smile on your face but his gaze is on the tv.

you find yourself admiring him for a few moments, his perfectly straight nose, his soft brown eyes, the slight stubble peppering his chin and the wrinkles just starting to appear. "this looks good." his voice brings you back into focus, and you look at the tv. it was some sort of true crime documentary, and you nodded your head. he put it on, placing the remote on his bedside table.

you were watching the documentary for less than five minutes before alex shifted, pulling you even closer to him, his arm wrapping around your waist. you were now on your side, him lying on his back. you kept your eyes on the tv screen, a smile creeping up on your face. the hand that was resting around alex's waist was suddenly picked up. you felt alex's thumb caress the back of your hand, before he picked up your ring finger.

he hummed, before very quietly saying, "one day, there'll be a ring on this finger, baby. and then everyone will know you're mrs turner." he pressed a kiss into your hair, his other hand that was around your waist moving up and down.

you felt a blush creeping up on your cheeks, as you shifted to look up at alex. "i really hope so." you says, just as quietly, and you're met with a grin on alex's face. "i love you, al." you add, your heart warm.

"i love you." he says back, before mumbling into your hair. "more."

you giggle softly. "no you don't, there's no way you love me more than i love you. there's no way anyone can love anyone as much as i love you."

alex shakes his head. "no. although your heart is big, i don't own it all. the cat owns.. lets say... a fifth."

you laugh more, you did love your pet cat, but nowhere near as much as you loved alex. "yeah i love tiger, but not as much as you." you express your thoughts.

"yeah but tiger still owns a bit of your heart. you have my whole heart." alex says, his smile growing as you laugh.

shaking your head, you sigh. "okay fine. i still love you more though." you move your attention back to the tv.

alex doesn't say anything, but you feel him shake his head. his hand strokes through your hair, and you feel yourself growing tired after a while. you shut your eyes, not planning on falling asleep, but the next moment, you are.

alex looks down at you, smiling at your sleeping form. he kisses your head, his heart full of love for you. you had been together for almost ten years now, and the feeling never got old for alex. he hoped after the car tour finished you could settle down, get married and have children.

noticing you were still in your dress, he carefully and slowly moves you off him, not wanting to wake you. he climbs off the bed, unzipping your suitcase and pulling out your pajamas. he walks back to the bed, slowly removing your dress.

after about five minutes, he finally manages to get it off, with you still fast asleep. he pulls your t-shirt over your head, having to lift your upper body a little bit to do it. he then lifts your hips carefully to put your pajama trousers on. finally, he puts your fluffy socks on for you, knowing you can't sleep without them.

alex changed into his pajamas quickly too, before gently lifting you up, pulling the duvet cover down, and placing you on the bed. you curl up instantly, and he watches a small frown appear on your face. alex smiles softly, and gets into his side of the bed, pulling you to him straight away.

he kisses your forehead, whispering the words: "i love you the most, sweetheart." before closing his own eyes, a smile on his face.

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a/n: i'm sorry if this is a bit boring, but personally i love soft the car alex.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday - Johnny Storm

Summary: Johnny is a natural when it comes to cyber security but he has to tread lightly.

Warnings: None at this point. Please let me know if I missed any.

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“Hey, G, Geralt, did you get those latest security patches tested?” Johnny never bothered to knock on the cubicle the testers shared. They'd asked to be called by their last names, Hunter and Rivia, to avoid confusion with the double G names but Johnny preferred to be on a first name basis. Though no one actually knew G's full first name outside of management.

“Is the update still scheduled to go live today?” G asked, not looking from his screen. “Yeah,” Johnny replied.

“And are our initials on the code updates?” Geralt growled, also not looking away from his screen.

“Yeah.”

“Then we've tested them. Why are you bothering us?” G monotones before taking a sip from his coffee.

“Because you know how much I love annoying you two,” Johnny said with a smile. “How's the bug count going?”

“I'm ahead by three,” Geralt says with a bit of pride in his voice.

The two testers had a “friendly” competition every month to see who could find and resolve the most bugs. Pine and Syverson allowed it only because it never escalated beyond veiled threats of bodily harm from the loser. No one outside of the two was ever really sure what the stakes were but Johnny figured they must be incredibly good.

“Way to go,” Johnny congratulated. “G's got his work cut out for him.”

“If I give you one of the cookies I got from the vending machine will you go away?” G sighed, still not looking away from his screen.

“Yes,” Johnny nods emphatically. Still not looking away from his computer G grabs the small roll of cookies and tosses one to Johnny who immediately consumes it. “Love the sugar. Thanks! Happy hunting!”

Johnny settled himself into his “war cave” as he called his cubicle on release days. He's got energy drinks, candy bars, and occasional “healthy” meals to keep his stomach from getting too upset.

New security updates means new attempts by hackers. He's gotta be on high alert for at least the first day, if not the rest of the week. He's got his work computer with his credentials and his laptop with his own TheHumanTorch69. Going back and forth between the two of them allowed for a two-pronged defense against would-be hackers.

In truth, there was one username in particular he was looking for: DarkAngel2000. She was always the biggest threat to the firewall. He'd taken great pains to befriend her using his personal credentials without earning her suspicion. He pretends to work with her to break everything but, in fact, uses the intel to counter her on his work account. It's a difficult line to walk, not being too obvious, trying to appear actually helpful, but he's gotten good at it. The sugar rush definitely helps.

He gets a notification on his personal account:

DarkAngel2000: ready to party? TheHumanTorch69: always! DarkAngel2000: got ur sugar rush started? TheHumanTorch69: way ahead of u DarkAngel2000: let the games begin!

For the next several hours Johnny goes into a bit of a trance as he gets to work in his two-faced role. It's almost a dance, well, more of a mosh-pit, but he's got the skills to navigate it.

You're taking notes on your conversation with TheHumanTorch69 and seeing if you can find correlation with the company drone account you keep seeing countering your hacking attempts. You're certain there's more to Torch than what he's telling you. He might even be this JStorm account from the company but you need evidence.

You need to be careful. Torch is a good coder, one of the best you've worked with. But ever since you started working with him, the vast majority of your plans have gone south. You don't appreciate being duped and if it turns out Torch has been playing you, there will be repercussions.

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[katsukikitten]

Adam invites you to a rock show of one of his favorite bands. He doesn't buy your ticket, he doesn't pick you up, doesn't wait for you by the door of the venue, doesn't buy you a drink, doesn't make sure you're protected from the mosh pit either. What he does do is start to corral you to the bathrooms near the end of the set when they "play the shit songs" he doesn't like. Grabbing onto your jaw so he can keep his mouth melded to yours as he walks you backwards into the men's restroom, into the only stall there. It's dirty, smells like beer and piss, the mirror is broken and floor to ceiling is covered in stickers and sharpie. He turns you around and flips up your pretty skirt, hushes over your "no not here" each time you say it. Cranes your neck cradles your jaw and keeps his hoppy and smoky tasting tongue in your mouth. Metal clacking against your teeth from the barbell of his tongue ring that you're starting to think is for aesthetic only and surely not for pleasure.

He doesn't prep you, doesn't touch your clit or scissor your cunt open to take him, nothing to prepare you for his thick long cock that he shoves into you with one brutal thrust. Swallows your yelp and coos at you that you'll be wet soon and his only mercy is a slow rock of his hips until you're soaking his thick happy trail. Groaning when he can finally hear the squelch of your cunt as he thrusts into you with enough force your skin claps against his. He doesn't care when other men come in, doesn't slow down or stop. Does little to swallow your moans and you start to wonder if he fucks you harder when he hears someone enter.

When the drunk men jeer and hollar about how lucky that guy is as you're on tip toes grabbing onto the sticky wall as he fucks you stupid. Think his free hand reaches lower between your bodies when you make eye contact with a few of the men peeking in through the slats of the stall.

"Dont look at 'em." Is his only growl, forcing your neck to crane even more so to make eye contact at him, "You look at me when you cum."

Letting his long fingers abuse your clit until you're spasming around his cock before he's spilling inside of you, pushing against his final sloppy ruts before the realization hits you, makes your heart sink into your stomach like a fucking brick.

That Adam probably went in raw.

And he doesn't help clean you up, doesn't fix your underwear or your skirt. Just hits the stall door to scare off the peeping tom's before he's exiting.

He doesn't wait for you by the doors, doesn't look for you in the crowd as the encore happens, he doesn't walk you to your car, and he doesn't text to see if you got home okay.

But he does text you at 3am a week later

u up

[rottenfleshnbones]

honestly i see so many ""metalheads"" n ""punks"" bein such scumbags here. u can just tell theyr all posers cuz REAL metal n punk stands for freedom & th right 2express ur individually n non conformity 2socially accepted roles. i aint never seem a nazi in a punk bar (at least not unharmed) or anyone bein bodyshamed for bein fat in a mosh pit. we dgaf bout wht anyones doin as long as it aint harmin anyone n thats whr yalls mask falls off cuz u cant grasp the concept of ppl bein different even if ur life depended on it

[eldest-daughters]

(Alright yall, baring my soul here and letting you know DRAWING ISNT MY THING (im dead fckn serious DONT LAUGH AT ME)) (i also had fun w it, montana, its ok to enjoy things yes ur right montana thank you for looking out fr me)

Buuuut I did create another visual for my rock branch/pop poppy trolls fic to help you imagine a bit what they’re wearing and some features that they have.

The rock branch takes inspo from @spooky-pop’s rock branch au (which is AMAZING, if u haven’t seen her work yet GO RIGHT NOW not joking) a bit. When she first posted it I was like “omg wait I can see it now” so I’ve been visualizing him w a vest sometimes because of their design. Although it is leather in my story, (here) because I think black leather is sexy-rocker-chic for his “Prince of Punk” persona. (I think spookypops is like a denim? Correct me if I’m wrong!!) and he’s wearing converses because of the hot volcanic rock. The scars are from his “initiation”’s from his transition into the royal family, and from his school days, and mosh pits, and general rock troll horsing around (sensitive baby skinned pop troll things). Red eyes from the eye drops he uses, obvi.

POPPYS is from the first time she dresses up in the clothes she got from the market w Val, and what she’s wearing for the first time she sings w branch onstage. The tshirt dress is ruched a bit on the sides from tie-strings and safety pins, which is more modest than regular rock troll femme attire, like crop tops and ripped tanks etc.. (bcuz she’s SHY but in my story pop trolls are a bit puritan— I made this decision based on the songs I’ve picked out that I want to include, so thematically it fits in comparison to the more bold rock troll culture). Aaaaand of course the collar—NECKLACE that she was GIFTED.

And i attached glam rock branch from trollstopia so you guys can have jumpscare flashes of him in my mind like i do sometimes. :)

Anyways thank u for viewing xoxo it’s nice to know I’m not speaking to the void sometimes, so I really appreciate everyone who has taken the time to comment and speak a little with me about this.

[sappy-detective]

TOTALLY forgot about this saiouma prompt but it’s been a while so.. saiouma prompt! except they’re alternate and at a music festival

kaede tried to drag shuichi out of his shell because he’s been really depressed lately and she decides to take him to a music festival. because some of her and his favorite bands are playing there:

he leaves her for a bit to buy some of their CRAZY overpriced drinks and merch. he plan to meet up with her at of the smaller (not a headliner) stages of one of her favorite bands.

it’s near the end of a rock bands set. people are walking away but there’s still an active mosh pit and people jumping, yelling and pushing.

he try’s to text her but the wi-fi is so shit all he can get out of her is that “i’m at the front!”. great.

he tries to make his way forward but people are pushing him back and not letting him through because.. well they’re to focused on the music.

anyway a guy bumps into him and woah, it’s a guy in full white face paint (juggalo makeup).

he askes what the hell shuichi is doing and he’s like “i’m trying to get to the front. friend is there waiting for the next set and i need to get to her..”

“oh! i’m going to the for that band to! i’ll take you with me if you want”

shuichi accepts because well, he needs help.

“hold my hand and don’t let go! no matter how much people push just push back okay? don’t let go”

WOAH hand holding? for this little vergin emo boy?(jokes). plus the boy is pretty cute so whatever.

he takes his hand and kokichi leads him to the front and helps him through the crowd. kokichi is smaller and it’s easier for him to make his way through the people moving.

they FINALLY make it after the band set ends and they’re waiting for the band they’re both there to see.

“do you see her?”

“oh uh.. no..”

they start talking and joking and shuichi is like

“yah my friend really likes this band i’ve never heard of it before it’s like (insert whatever smaller band u want. i’ll just say) dog park dissidents”

“huh? this is ICP?”

“what..?”

“what stage where you supposed to be at?”

“uh, the yellow one?”

“this is the red stage.”

“oh..”

and yes it has to be an ICP concert. 1) kokichi would LOVE ICP and 2) it’s definitely an experience. especially for a boy who’s never been to a show EVER. for context. clowns throw (diet) faygo (soda) the WHOLE time out of buckets, water guns, and ofc ICP shakes the bottles and throws them into the crowd. it’s fucking AWSOME.

but a crazy ‘band’ to pop your first concert cherry.

shuichi ends up standing behind him with his hands on either side of the boy, holding onto the railing so the guy doesn’t get pushed to much.

they end up leaving the stage and shuichi ended up having a really good time. even tho he was soaked in diet soda, his makeup was runny and his hair was wet he had a great fucking time. they start talking and walking around and kokichi finds miu and taro and shuichi finds kaede. she laughs at him because he’s soaked in soda but he seems more lose so she’s happy. ending is up to you or whatever! anyway yah you should go to a music festival once in your life!

[vivaladicamillo]

RYAN DUNN WITH A GOTH AND METALHEAD GN READER

heyy yalll im backkk, took a little break for a bit but IM BACK BABYYYY, ive been getting into goth culture a lot as of recent and have been changing my style to fit around it more so this is js a silly little thing to fuel my brain ☺️☺️ enjoyyy

WARNINGS: none

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GOTH

ok so really i think ryan would LOVEE a goth s/o

but it depends on the era of him

if we r talking BEGINNING of cky days i feel like he would be into it but NEVERRR let yk abt it

if we r taking 1999 ryan oh my god hed fall in love with u then and there

we all know back then he had a little thing for more hardcore women (COUGH COUGH YALL EVER SEEN GLOREN BRO, the leather jacket RYAN WE KNOW WHO U RR)

i feel like he would be curious about it

just with how intricate the style is

i feel like hed be into all the styles of goth ngl, hes js so curious on how it all works

the closet thing hes really seen of goth is bam fanboying over ville

soo not much to compare it too

i feel like he would ask so many questions

just like “where do u find clothes like that??” “how long does it take u to get ready?” js air headed questions

if u started dating him tho oh my god hes a sweetheart

anything halloween related that looks edgy in the slightest he will buy and say it reminded him of u

will help tie up corsets, clip on necklaces, and always have a spare pair of flat shoes on him just incase ur heels start to kill ur feet

obsessed with the make up, he thinks its so cool (and so hot)

oh bam is lowkey so jealous

especially if u are a fan of ville

ryan would try and color match his shirts to ur outfits

u wearing red? his shirt is gonna be red

purple? he has a purple button up somewhere

hes js so in love w u he doesnt care

will be the type of guy to run to the store last minute to get accessories for an outfit for u

also will buy u those overly expensive edgy ass heels from the store bc he know u will rock them

probably has tried on some of ur platformed shoes or heels and busted his ass

bam would probably be there dying laughing bc of it

or he would casually put on a hair piece or some necklaces and imitate you (he swears it out of love)

honestly would let u give him a gothic makeover, js dont show bam

he doesnt reallyy get whats going on but he loves it anyways bc he loves u

METALHEAD

oh he thinks ur so cool

depending on what metal genre u prefer he would listen to so many songs from it

i feel like he’d be a little intimidated at first bc mf thinks HIM and CKY is hardcore

he will buy patches for ur battle vest

love hearing u go on about the bands

WILL GO TO CONCERTS WITH U

warning tho hes gonna try and fucking stage dive into the mosh pit

hes gonna get his ass KICKED

loves ur accessories

the gauntlet cuffs, the bullet belts he thinks its so edgy and cool

hes a little scared of the corpse paint tho

hes seen bam do it but never fully going out with it

when he walks into the room and see u just with two massive black holes for eyes a white face and a frown drawn on it kinda scares him for a second

but he thinks its so cool after he realized

wants u to do it on him

literally if u do he will js be staring in the mirror of a good 20 lins is awe

will go to bar shows with u

cant fight for shit tho so if someone starts shit goodluck LMAOOO

lowkey would grow his hair out bc one of ur fav bands fav members has long hair

hes wayy more into this probably then the gothic vibe but tbh ryans such a sweetheart if he liked u, HE LOVEDDD u

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hey yall so hope u enjoyed, ive been really into both these scenes recently and broo the goth metal style is my favvv, its hella cool. i need to start writing on here again lmk if i should do other cky/jackass members with different styles and genre loving readers!! byeeee :))

[kairiscorner]

Tangina I'm imagining a scenario where u take Noir to a Zild or any rock concert in general and he just gets dragged in a mosh pit 💀

oh no 😭now i've never been to a concert, much less have been to a mosh pit, but i kinda thought of how this might play out :') (please remember these are just hcs btw guys !!)

when you found out peter have never attended a concert or any big musical event in his life, you decided to give him the show of a lifetime and take him to your favorite artist's concert that you were planning to see for yourself for the longest time.

he was confused at first as to why you'd wanna watch a concert over just watching the live stream or a video recording of it at the comfort of your home where it was safe, but you explained to him that the feeling of having been there, the memories being made with fellow fans like you who appreciated the music, and the thought of having been there at the very venue where the concert would be held--making history as your favorite artist tops records and breaks more limits--it feels exhilarating.

peter would find himself still feeling a little confused as to why a concert seemed more preferable to you when his main concern was the crowds and how rowdy they seemed, but apart from that, he would love to go with you if it meant you'd be happy.

you told him he was super tall already, towering over you and having the ability to just pick you up off the ground at any given time and just carry you to wherever, so finding him wouldn't be the issue. however, it soon proved that no matter how tall he'd be, in all the excitement and rowdiness, peter had lost sight of you within the crowds.

"love?" he'd call for you as the mosh pit started to form, with people jostling against each other and cramming from here to there, dancing and shaking against each other violently as the noise from the stage and the audiences became one big mesh of noise for peter to barely even focus on. he'd be super overwhelmed, and you'd feel horrible for having left when you were told the mosh pits were forming, but you wouldn't leave without him.

you tread through the people in the mosh pits, getting bumped from here and there, getting sandwiched in between some people aggressively dancing, and sometimes getting pushed out of the wave and having to come back in. it was very exhausting, but soon, you caught sight of your beloved's dark clothing and called out to him.

"peter!" you exclaimed as you tried reaching him, but got bumped by other moshers in the pit, losing sight of him and was at a risk for being stampeded. "love!" peter called back as he heard you. he turned around to look for you, and he watched in horror as your hand descended down further into the mass of bodies in the wave of this mosh pit.

peter had enough at this point and shoved his way out of the mosh pit, hoping you wouldn't be hurt. he did elbow and push a few people out of the way, but he didn't care anymore--your safety was a priority here.

he spotted you, laying down on the ground, but fortunately, you were more than less okay. peter carried you in a bridal style fashion and told you with a chuckle, "this was fun and all, but i'd rather dance to frank sinatra or louis armstrong with you at home, love." he said as he felt you hold on to him. you smiled at that notion, but your smile slowly faded away as you thought back on what just happened. "i'm sorry for leaving you there..." you murmur as peter puts his hat on you as he runs off, shoving people out of the way as they nearly bumped into him and you.

"love, don't be sorry. you gave me the thrill and scare of a lifetime! be sorry for the scare, but the thrill... i know you meant well. you didn't know this'd happen, not like that. i'm glad we came, really, and i'm just glad you're okay." he said as he got you two out of the mosh pit and looked at you in the eyes.

"well... can you, um... keep holding me like this? until we get to the car?" you asked him as he chuckled. "why, if you'll save me a dance at home after dinner, then... i don't see why not." he said as you blushed and kissed his cheek.

you'd rather take dancing to old-timey classics over bumping into people while you danced, at least it'd be with your loving peter in the sweet, serene ambience of your comfortable home, with you in his arms and his hands on your waist.

a/n: BRIDAL STYLE....... <333 man i wanna go to a concert at least once, but i don't wanna experience being in a mosh pit i'm sorry TT

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy

[satanfemme]

For the ask meme, will u talk about ur favorite goth music and why you like it? :3

can I be a poser for a second? look away if u don't want to see me being a poser. but I barely go out of my way to listen to music anymore </3 like in general. idk why. I'm on music hiatus for a while.

so with that context out of the way: Currently I'm only really listening to goth music when I'm actively At The Club or At A Show or something.

soooo this isn't exactly what ur asking for but my reverse unpopular opinion is gonna be that I LOVE local music communities so much. I love hanging out with cool people while a band makes noise on stage!! I love watching mosh pits and dancing and people doing dangerous (& sometimes horny) shit in the audience. something about the experience really grounds me in my community/city and makes me feel like a real person and it's so nice.

some of the awesome locations I've heard local bands perform at:

the goth club

the normal club

the hardcore bar

the LGBT community center

in a backyard

under the highway (with a mud pit

7/11 parking lot (!!!)

I didn't go to this one personally, but there was a cool show in a warehouse recently too

point of the story is I <3 standing in a location. I'm always down for standing in a location. I want to stand in more locations.

[blue-disco-lights]

AU Tag Game

Loved this! Thank you for the tag @creepkinginc @energievie and @shinygalaxyperson — and hello! @thatoneao3author

rules:

use this au generator to assign you an au, this fan fiction trope generator to give you a trope/situation/sometimes another au, feel free to keep clicking until you get something that inspires you.

then try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you. you don’t actually have to write it, just put the concept into the world! this is basically just a thought experiment.

au generator gave me: 1980s AU (well isn’t this just right up my alley).

fic trope generator gave me: They’re both in a mosh pit, and one breaks the others nose. (woot! I only had to regenerate twice to make this perfect combo happen)

title: Slam Dance Romance

let's plot:

* In which our two guys are just two skater kids at a punk show at a small little club in SoCal

* Mickey practically lives at this place, goes there at least four times a week with his brothers to see all kinds of bands. It’s the way they escape their tyrant of a dad, their nightmare home life, with its endless parade of homophobic, racist pricks. It’s the only place Mickey feels at home, surrounded by the cacophony of noise, the slam dancing, or moshing, as it was becoming known as - that could take him out of his mind and into his body.

* Ian’s never been anywhere like this before. He’s focused on school and trying to get out of their town. Lip’s convinced him that this particular club, especially when this one band is playing, attracts the hottest girls. And he needs his brother there to wing man.

* When Ian enters the club, his mind is blown - he’s never seen or heard anything like this before. The energy in the room is explosive and intoxicating. At first annoyed as hell at his brother for forcing him out of his comfort zone, he’s finding himself getting lost in the music, and drawn to the crowd by the stage.

* To a black-haired whirlwind of kinetic energy in particular who seems to have completely given himself over to the music.

* Ian makes his way to the pit, and just jumps in headfirst - not knowing what the hell he’s doing. He’s totally caught off guard by the speed and velocity, and within 4 minutes, he feels his right elbow collide with flesh and that same whirlwind of a body.

* Who’s shoving him and yelling in his face - “What the FUCK man??”

* Ian steers him to the bathroom to help him clean the blood off his face, and then outside the club, where Ian offers Mickey a cigarette as a way to say sorry

* Mickey eventually forgives him when he sees how hot Ian is, and they spend the rest of the night talking and then eventually make out against a chain link fence.

* The end/the beginning

Tagging all of you creative brains! @sweetbee78 @ian-galagher @mmmichyyy @look-i-love-u @too-schoolforcool @gallawitchxx @harrowhark-a-vagrant @michellemisfit @honeyvanillin @suzy-queued @silvanshadow @lingy910y @auds-and-evens @grumble-fish @deedala @thepupperino @francesrose3 and anyone else who’d like to try!

[intertexts]

HIIII ROS i am sorry i never replied to your reply to my ask from a while ago i am so bad at that ;-; in response to that kinda (bc we were talking about jhariah) i did see them live! 3rd concert ive ever been to in my life & it was life changing... i was front row n there was a baby mosh pit n i was with my best friends it was so good <3 i didn't get to see all the songs off TRUST CEREMONY live but if he tours again i will try to get tix because i must see CONTROL BABY live... my faves are control baby n fire4fun n russian doll <3 but it is my fave album ever created (except maybe Måneskin's Teatro D'Ira vol 1)

Dont wanna yap too much but other music im liking rn: Dua Saleh's ROSETTA ep; Missouri Surf Club's songs Rotten & Kingdom Come; Jean Dawson's entire discography generically but specifically SICK OF IT* and New Age Crisis; Ethel Cain's everything; and then im still consistent w the narcissist cookbook, an unkindness, sons of the illustrious father etc. I have been getting into a crazy amount of music since summer started though so there are sooooo many others but i wanna know what you're listening to! i like your music taste as ive said :3

ANYWAY I think i might just send another ask because this is ramble-y n u dont have to reply to it bc its overwhelming but!! Yeah hehe okay p. 1 - mare

HII HI HI no worries!!!!!!! all good i'm also really terrible at it!!!!!! hehe <33 jhariah concert & mosh pit is SO awesome though.. man.. thats so cool.... love that experience for u!!!! <333

checking out all of these rn they're SOO GOOD.... dua saleh ROSETTA ep literally going on the repeat playlist rn omg. ough. how have i not heard them before. holy fucking shit. missouri surf club goood i love the florence influence.... jean dawson & ethel cain WHOO!!!! hell yeag. god. u also have such good music dude. good shit.!!!!!!!

what have i been listening to!!! shit!!! this is gonna be LONG but u asked for it!!! a lot of morcheeba (big calm), de la soul (the grind date), sneaker pimps (bloodsport), tricky (maxinquaye) <- one of my all time faves, madvillainy, cibo matto (viva! la woman), yaeji (with a hammer), chai (wink)... summer to me is usually very hot & humid & sticky & dreamy to me (busted ac) so this is my laying on the floor staring at the fan vaguely dissociating rotation.

other than hip hop & trip hop-- dragon new warm mountain i believe in you by big thief!!!!!! somehow never listened to this one & i'm ill over it. & july flame (other all time fave) by laura veirs & central reservation by beth orton (<- huge recent discovery ill over her voice) & broken social scene self titled for my acoustic rotation...

heavier set: been getting BIG into creature feature they're literally so fun. i think u might like them tbh. american gothic is my fave so far!! summer is for shitty pop punk 2 me!! esp. when i actually have to Do Stuff & not lay on the floor melting. so. we the kings, fall out boy (cork tree & infinity on high), the cab, the academy is..., yellowcard, motion city soundtrack, alkaline trio :]

ALSO special mention 2 blue sky black death (slow burning lights, late nite cinema, noir) bc their instrumentals make me so insanely nostalgic & have been my writing soundtrack for the past month!!!!