#slc punk x reader

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Best friend!Stevo helps shy reader cum after hearing about all of her less than mediocre hook ups. Maybe when they’re done stevo says something like “goddamn, you should’ve told me you felt that damn good months ago. Left me completely in the dark, man 😔”

I love this sm omg. Proofread

𝒢ℴℴ𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓈

Warnings- p in v, afab reader, mention of bad hookups, making out, oral (f)

You and Steven, or Stevo, were good friends. He found you interesting, and although you might not seem like it to some, he thought you were pretty damn cool.

You hung out on your bed, listening to the person on the tv. You didn’t expect the knock on your door. You slowly got up, in no hurry. They could wait, whoever it was.

You opened the door slightly and the first thing you saw was the blue hair. You opened it more.

“Stevo?” You asked softly, confused at the sudden sight. You had a blanket wrapped around you, it was pretty early.

“Hey, hope you don’t mind.” He let himself in. You weren’t shocked at this point, you shut the door and looked at him.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“I just wanted to see you. Haven’t seen you in a while.” He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Oh.”

“How are you?” He asked. You yawned.

“Tired.” You laughed.

“Why didn’t you show up yesterday? To the party.” He asked blatantly.

“You know parties aren’t my thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Well, your already here. You want coffee.. or something?”

“Sure.”

You both sat down on your bed now, as he looked at a note on your desk. He furrowed an eyebrow and picked it up.

“Had a great time last n-“ he read out loud.

“No, no!” You groaned when you heard it, trying to take it from him, but he lifted it in the air and continued to read it.

“And I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at-“

“Stevo!” You whined, as he laughed loudly, you climbed on top of the man but he continued to read it. Your cheeks heated up.

“From Josh.” He said in a swoony voice, you rolled off of him and folded your arms.

After a little while, he asked with a laugh, “So, was he any good?

"No. I can't go. He was just awful," you said with a shudder.

“Why was he horrible?” He asked, interested now.

“It’s not important-“

“No, I feel like I need to know now.” He laughed, raising his eyebrows.

“So many reasons.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t wanna..”

“C‘mon, give me the details.”

You sighed “These few months, all I’ve had is these not very good hookups. Maybe my standards are high or maybe these men just can’t fucking fuck.”

“Mm. Probably both.” He joked.

As you struck him in the arm, he quickly muttered a soft apology.

“Anyways, this guy was an asshole. First, he didn’t take off his shoes in my damn place, and he didn’t until we started to have sex. Then when he did, he was sloppy, I think he was a virgin.”

He made a face at your words.

“It gets worse. None of them have made me orgasm, I had to fake it. I haven’t had one for months.”

“I could help with that.” He shrugged. You looked at him, thinking he was joking. But no, his face made it seem like he was indeed serious.

“"Stop," you said with a small laugh as you looked back at the TV.

“What? You don’t think I could?”

“You’re joking. It’s funny, Stevo.”

“I’m not.” He said, his tone serious this time. You both stared at each other for a moment, before leaning in. He made it so he was on top of you, cupping your face and kissing you.

He slid his tongue into your mouth, making you moan out in the process. Once you both moved away, a string of saliva followed. He quickly began to unbutton his pants, and you took off your shirt and bra.

He then looked at your pants, taking them off quickly, throwing them along with the rest of your guys clothes. He was quick, and he stared at your almost naked body.

You looked away and crossed your arms, feeling shy under his gaze.

You feel his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t.” He said. He then moved his way back in between your legs. He pulled your panties down, he looked up at you, and he put his mouth on your pussy.

His hands gripped your thighs as he licked like it was his last meal. Your noises motivated him, he focused on your clit, licking a stripe up the bundle of nerves.

You moaned out his name, his ego grew at every one you let out.

You had a firm grip on his hair.

“Stevo- Im-“

He didn’t stop, in fact, his tongue worked faster, it felt heavenly on your pussy.

You came on his face, your first orgasm in months. He came up from in between your legs, licking it from his lips.

You thought for a while about how your best friend had just eaten you out. He had just helped you get your first orgasm in what felt like forever.

Your thoughts were interrupted when he pulled his boxers down, you were shocked by his size.

He asked what was wrong when he saw the expression on your face, a proud smirk on his lips.

“Are you sure that's gonna…”

"We'll find out," he shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your eyes fixed on him with an intense desire, a desire that he reveled in.

He stroked his cock a few times in front of you, as you laid in front of him. He moved his cock to your entrance, looking closely at your reaction when he slid into your pussy.

Your face scrunched up and he stayed still inside you for a little.

“Okay. Move. Please.” you nodded.

“Yes ma’am,” he said jokingly, starting to move deeper inside, his hands were on your sides as he started to thrust slowly at first.

But you needed more. “Stevo- faster-” you said

He listened, his thrusts turned quicker, a lot quicker than you expected the man to be. He was thrusting at a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours.

“Fuck. You feel amazing.” he moaned out, throwing his head back for a moment, fully enjoying this moment.

Both of your guy's noises were the only thing that could be heard, bouncing off the walls.

He focused on the way you squeezed him, fuck, you felt amazing. He wanted to be buried in your pussy forever.

He loved the way your eyes were screwed shut and the noises that came from your mouth. It was something straight out of his biggest wet dream.

“Stevo!” you cried out, he was hitting your g spot, and you loved every second he thrust his hips into yours.

He knew you were about to come, he could tell by the way you were squeezing him so hard it was harder to move in and out.

He just listened to the way you cried out his name, and the way you came on his cock, it truly did feel like a dream, he was sure he’s never had pussy this good.

He came after you, starting to slow down his movements as they got slightly sloppy.

He pulled out of you, the both of you breathing heavily. He just looked at you and flopped down next to you.

“You should have told me you felt that good months ago. I feel left in the dark.” he turned his head to you, and you turned to him with a giggle.

“Well, now you know.”

[totally-not-a-fae]

SLC Punk! relationship headcanons

Stevo

-He'd be very uncertain about going into the relationship, because he would be scared that it would end badly.

-He goes into the relationship not expecting you to stay with him for a long time so it takes a while for him to realize the fact that you like him as more than just a friend with benefits. 

-No matter how long you've been dating physical affection is always something to expect, Stevo is a very touchy guy so even while doing something mundane he'll still be holding your hand, leaning on you, he'd have his arm around your waist or shoulders, etc.

-When you're around him and his friends he's always extremely close to you, especially if its with Mark, Stevo likes Mark and all but Mark has a tendency to snap and Stevo doesn't want you getting hurt, even accidentally.

-Your parents probably aren't to jazzed by the idea of him and probably won't like him at first but his charisma would win them over.

-Stevo will constantly be complaining to you about his parents and how they just don't understand him. 

-He'd help you dye your hair, but the color after probably wouldn't be even.

-He likes customizing random jackets with you and if you don't feel like customizing one at some point or you aren't there he'll make one for you or give you one of his old ones.

-If he gets too hurt while beating the shit out of rednecks, if he got hurt in a mosh pit, or a fight at a party, anywhere really, he'd want you to help clean or treat his wounds even though he could do it himself.

-Matching 666 tattoos to scare the people of Wyoming. 

-You'd get a lot of stares in public, even if you aren't punk and it's just Stevo who's punk. Stevo would always retaliate by yelling at them, only causing more people to give you weird looks. 

-You've been kicked out of 5+ establishments because of Stevo acting out, throwing something at someone or just yelling too much.

 -He would wear whatever clothing of yours would fit him, what do you mean that was your favorite shirt? Well its his favorite now.

-He'd give you small gifts, he's not one to just buy expensive things for someone out of the blue but if he sees an accessory or a piece of clothing you'd like he'd get it for you.

-Whenever you go out to Wyoming to get beer for a party you'd both put on shitty fake accents just for fun.

Mark

-He would be skeptical of you at first, thinking maybe you just like him for his money.

-When he realizes you're genuinely into him, god, you could never get rid of him. He is always with you, always, you barely get time alone anymore. 

-Mark would be extremely jealous and protective of you, he'd also be controlling and probably would try to stop you from hanging out with certain people because he thinks they're into you. Even if you tell him they're just a friend he'd never let you be alone with them, often telling you they're untrustworthy and they're trying to take you from him.

-Always has his gun with him if you two leave the house to go to one of Stevo's parties and sometimes just when you go out as he feels its to keep you safe, although you insist you'd rather he'd not bring it.

-He'd offer to buy you things but if you said you didn't want or need him to buy you things he'll still do it.

-At parties he wouldn't let you fight in the crowd alone, even though he hates seeking out pain, he'd join you if you were having fun as to fight is to be alive. 

-When you're out with him he'd insist you never bring a jacket of your own as you prefers you to always be wearing his when you're out together or even at home.

-Stevo wouldn't understand how you'd be able to deal with his insanity as he's always on the verge of snapping but Mark tries to be more calm around you, though I can't promise he won't have his moments of craziness.

-He isn't big on PDA, he simply sees no point in it, however if he sees someone else hitting on you he'd get upset and if he's been in a good mood that day he'd just silently stand next to you with his arm around your waist, often throwing passive aggressive insults at the other person in a joking tone despite him being serious. If he's been in a bad mood or he's had a bit too much to drink he would get audibly upset and I can't promise gun related threats won't be screamed at whoever it was who was hitting on you. 

-He loves talking to you about all the cool shit he owns and he'd get slightly upset when you stop paying attention.

-He often has nightmares of the plane crash from when he was 5 so you try your best to comfort him about it.

-When he goes to visit his family's graves he takes you with him, you're the only person he's ever taken to see them and the only person he ever will because he trusts you most.

-Always telling you his crazy conspiracy theories, you can't help but laugh because of how seriously he takes this.

-You're parent's love him

-On most weekends he prefers to just lay around on the couch with you to smoke weed but sometimes he enjoys going to parties, even if he doesn't want to go but you do he'll go.\

Bob

-He absolutely adores you, he never shuts up about you, Stevo's absolutely sick of it but he rarely tells him to stop because Stevo probably wasn't even paying attention in the first place.

-On the extremely rare occasion that he goes to the doctor, he'll only agree to go if you come with him. When you're there he'll either insist you hold his hand to get a shot or you'd have to hold him down so he doesn't attack a doctor.

-After going to a doctor he'd be agitated and in a bad mood for the rest of the day, and probably the next day but you try to reason with him and tell him that he needed to go for his own health, you end up agreeing to disagree.

-If you are at your house and decide to drink you'd have to cover your mirrors or make sure that he wont be able to see them. 

-If he does end up punching and breaking one of your mirrors he'd continuously apologize and go on about how he's gonna have seven years of bad luck, he's broken many but every time its the same and you'd have to treat the cuts on his hands so he doesn't have to go back to the hospital again.

-When he was originally in quarantine at the hospital you were the only person to visit him frequently, you were the one to help him decorate the room with black tape. 

-You're his go to person when he's upset or having a mental breakdown over his father so you learn how to comfort him pretty quickly and its likely that he'd been drinking so you make sure he can't drink for the rest of the day.

-If you end up doing acid with Stevo Bob would blame Stevo for making you do it with him, even if it was your choice, Bob would complain the entire time and give both you and Stevo the silent treatment for around a day.

-Whenever you attend a concert or go see a band play, both you and Bob hop up on stage to fight the band for no reason. 

-He has only ever taken you to meet his father once and will never take you back because he fears for you safety.

-After the visit to his father he had a pretty rough time dealing with it, he refused to attend parties or go out with friends for a week. He would apologize for putting you through that and he would be upset with himself for risking your safety, even if you convinced him that you were okay and that it was nothing he'd still beat himself up over it.

-You're parents are okay with him, they don't want him around a lot though so you'd often have to sneak him into your room so you could hang out. 

-If you live alone he'd prefer to spend time at your place as he feels there's nothing for you to do at his.

-He often expresses his appreciation for you, through words mainly but sometimes it's through physical affection. 

-He loves listening to music with you, even if the music was made by posers.

-You and him enjoy beating up rednecks and skinheads with everyone else but you only help sometimes, you mainly keep watch for police to help the others

Mike

-He was the one to ask you out, sure, he was nervous but he was really glad he asked.

-He gives you flowers or plants to take care of, even though he'll help and probably the main person taking care of them. 

-He attends ALL of Stevo's parties so you also attend a lot but there are occasions where you don't go with and have to deal with a drunk or high Mike coming home late at night and probably having to deal with a tall, very drunk man crying to you about saving plants. 

-He's an extremely caring guy but he's also a little crazy, he'll go around one night with you, smashing in windshields of cars for fun, vandalizing shit and just causing chaos in the street. If the police are able to catch the two of you he'll help break the windshield of the car to escape. 

-Once you're back at his place he'll make sure you didn't get cut by any of the glass and make sure the cops didn't hurt you too bad. 

-If he sees someone bothering you he won't hesitate to beat the shit out of them, he won't even consider a second option, he WILL fight them and because of his height and strength he always wins.

-If you try to convince him that you could handle it yourself and he doesn't need to attack people, he'll listen and he'd he consider your feelings towards how he behaves. He'll try to stop, instead he'd try telling that person off, if they listen nothing will go wrong, however, if they continue they will wake up tomorrow with a lot of new bruises and scars. 

-He's very gentle towards you though, he cares an awful lot and is always worried about your wellbeing. 

-He's the one who cooks in your house, but on nights you come home from parties or nights where he's out you'll just order pizza and end up eating cold pizza in the morning.

-He likes just watching movies with you, although he probably falls asleep half way through.

-He is the big spoon more often than not, but he does like being held on rare occasions.

-He's always telling you plant facts because you're the only one who'll listen 

-The two of you move to Notre dame together but study different majors. 

-The poor boy would always be under a lot of stress

[whorrorfix]

my problem is i wanna be railed by every single matthew lillard character.

[mcondance]

allow me to speak about kissing stevo for just a second

at punk shows stevo kisses dirty. against a wall in the crowded, hot room, punks bumping against punks in the mosh while you and stevo bump tongues just a couple feet away.

you both never really know who initiated it; just know that one second you were pushing and shoving and the next you’ve got each others tongues in your mouth, and your back is hitting the cool wall behind you.

you both grunt at the impact, his hands flying to your face and yours tangling in his shirt. he tastes like bud and liquor, some cheap shit that burns more than it tastes good. you taste like vanilla and weed. gripping your face with both hands is how he keeps you against him, and he lets you yank his body against yours with your tight grip on his shirt, pulling his lean frame as close to yours as you can. the sounds that escape you both are almost animalistic, growls and grunts and cut off curses that match the atmosphere.

stevo kisses filthy, tongue and spit and big hands cupping your face, his body pressing you into the wall. his tongue doesn’t stay in its place, instead exploring and tasting your lips, swirling around your mouth until your chin is cold from the air against his spit. he doesn’t take breaks to breathe, just inhales and exhales into your mouth until you’re sure the air you both are breathing is just the others cycled back.

in his van stevo kisses thoroughly. he kisses soft, big hand rubbing gently across your cheek as you both lean over the console. pulled over somewhere in an abandoned park, you swap spit and lick into each other’s mouth with leisure. it’s a date, sort of, an impromptu trip to the gas station and a drive around the slc.

closed mouth pecks turn into deeper kisses, less and less time between each one until it becomes unbearable to separate. there’s no where to go, he takes his time to taste you, to lick at your vanilla flavored gloss, to really feel your tongue against his. he tastes like the snacks you shared earlier. chocolate flavor lingers on his tongue.

with swollen lips he devours you, pleasureful and satisfied, softer music than his usual punk stuff flowing quietly from his radio. its changed songs a handful of times the whole time you’ve been kissing and you’ve lost track of how long it’s even been, the cassette flipping from his music to yours, a shared mixtape you’d crafted one night. wet smacks fill the air, the soft pops of your lips disconnecting just to merge again do too, heads swaying from one side to the other.

his nose bumps against yours, and your hands are caressing either side of his face. it’s calm, it’s romantic. he hums and you embrace, making the most of this moment. somehow, you don’t run out of breath, the small inhales and exhales you take supplying your almost unbroken kisses.

at your place stevo kisses comfortably. his hands run up your back, or grip at your thighs on either side of him, his back curved to allow him to reach your lips. sunlight streams in through the windows and another cassette plays. bob’s out with trish, should be out all night and that’s perfect, it feels different when it’s just you and stevo.

with your face in his hands is how he kisses you, open-mouthed and sloppy, blissful moans flowing from his lips. something feels different about kissing you in the room that you share, on the blanket that you both agreed on, in the space you’ve both cultivated.

you feel warm inside. his hand finds your chin when you take a second to breathe, tilting your lips to his again, blues low and dark as he commits your face to memory again. stevo’s in fucking love, and you feel it every time he moves his lips against yours, every time he gets to taste you on his tongue. you taste like you, a beautiful something he’s gotten used to. he’s comfortable, sure of what he has with you, and you can feel it in every kiss. he tastes like him.

stevo kisses like he wants to marry you (he does). he kisses sweet and tender and so unlike his outward appearance. hands tangled in his blue hair, you return his devotion.

[charlottecutepie]

heeeey its my birthday today!! -`♡´- look here’s my pookie<3

[snowycorpse]

whenever I'm feeling particularly sad I just remember the time Matthew Lillard had his hand on my stomach and told me to breathe deep and suddenly everything is okay again <33

[theycallmemarcy]

i’ve been thirst watching matthew lillard movies, that explains why i’ve sat through a movie where the main characters ass itches a lot, only to see punk matthew lillard, that’s a new low for me

[robin-munson]

me everytime I see brand new content of him

[jen-parker]

i need some nsfw with any matthew lillard character or himself in the backseat if anyone’s willing to write that pls tag me😭

[mattey-stu]

I AM A FUCKING STRAWBERRY DUCK.I LOVE STRAWBERRIES

[whoreofdilfs]

I don't know if I want to be with Matthew Lillard or if I want to be him

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Right after bob’s death, stevo stays at your place because staying at his was too much. Basically just the reader loving on stevo is all. Their relationship doesn’t really matter as long as its clear that they are soulmates in some capacity. I think stevo just needs to let himself be loved. Grief and depression is horrible to go through alone so its great to have someone who gets it with you as you heal you know?

𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊

A/n: This was kinda hard to write, but I definitely needed to

Taglist: @abriefnirvana

Warnings: death, angst to fluff, grief

He wiped the tears away as he got into his car, he breathed a shaky breath as he looked at himself in the car mirror. He was disheveled, with a tangled mop of hair and wrinkled clothes.

Stevo's mind raced with thoughts of where to spend the night. And then it hit him - you were the only other person he wanted to be with right now. You would know what to do now.

Without a second thought, he stepped on the gas pedal and raced towards you as fast as his old car could go.

As he rushed towards your apartment, no matter how hard he tried to stop them, the tears streamed down his cheeks while Bad Religion blared on the radio.

He found himself thinking about Bob. Was he a bad friend for leaving him like that? He felt horrible, but he wasn’t sure about what else to do.

The image stayed in his mind, almost causing a crash as his thoughts raced, his hands acting faster than his head.

Finally, after what felt like the longest drive in history, he reached your place. He looked at a bottle of beer on the side of his door, drinking it as if he was a college kid who had just been dared to. He would need it tonight. Then he laid his eyes on someone outside.

As you were taking out the trash, you saw a small baby cat nearby and smiled. You knelt, and the cat shyly approached you. It rubbed against your leg as you looked into its curious eyes and pet it with care.

He stumbled out of his car door, the sound making you turn your head and the cat also turn its head to him.

“Stevo?” you mumbled to yourself. You recognized the blue hair quickly, and he looked at you. He was…crying?

"Stevo," you said, as you dropped your trash on the floor and hurried towards him. He was crying uncontrollably, and when he saw you, he wrapped his arms around you. You were taken aback by the sudden embrace, but you rubbed his back to give him some sort of comfort. "Oh, Stevo," you whispered softly.

He cried, tears staining your shirt as he buried his head in your shoulder. People came outside when they heard the cries.

“You're the only one I have left.” he cried into your shoulder.

“C’mon, let's go inside, okay?” you weren't sure what had happened, but it made your heart break.

You had been lifelong friends since middle school and stuck together like glue. Despite your longstanding feelings for him, you never told him how you felt in fear of him not having the same feelings.

He thought you were too sweet to him, too nice in this cruel, unjust world.

The little cat watched as you both walked up the stairs. Stevo looked back at its copper eyes and black fur, following his moves like a lucky cat in a store.

You led him inside, his sobs became more quiet and slowed down as he rubbed his eyes with his hand and sat down on a chair at your table. He felt like a loser, a poser. But you were one of the only people he knew wouldn’t judge him.

You shut the door and turned to him. It was silent for a moment while you both stared at each other.

“What happened?” you asked softly, making your way to the chair next to him.

He looked down at the ground while he explained what happened this morning. Bob had died of an overdose, your eyes widened as you listened and looked at him with sadness.

“I’m.. so sorry. Steven.. that’s horrible.” You said once he finished.

Steven. You hadn’t used his real name in ages.

He didn’t know how to respond, he simply just looked down.

“Uhm… you want me to call for you? So you don’t have to? I can tell them what happened so he can get buried, and everything else…”

He looked up now. “You’d do that?”

You nodded and smiled at him.

"Stevo, I am here for you, whether you need anything or want to talk. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.” he mumbled, feeling himself about to cry again.

You went over to him, he stood up and hugged you again, when you both pulled away you smiled softly and wiped his tears away.

"You can stay for as long as you need, okay?" you spoke softly.

You led him into your room, telling him to chill in there for a second while you called the police. They said they had to question you, but you did not mention Stevo at all, so as long as he didn’t have to, you were fine with it.

You hung up and sighed, rubbing your forehead. You felt horrible for Stevo, who had to see his best friend and roommates dead body in front of him, crying for him.

You entered the room for and climbed into the bed beside him. He gazed at you with red, tired eyes, and wrapped his arms around your body. You reciprocated the gesture, holding him close and not wanting to let go, playing with his hair as he rested his head on your chest.

You kissed the top of his head, and in any situation, he would've questioned the action. But right now it was just what he needed.

He fell asleep quickly in your arms, his eyes heavy. You wished it happened under better circumstances.

[hells-wells]

This is how I picture Stu in college 🤣🤷‍♀️

Edited- loooove it, can just see him getting into his sex pistol stage

[whorrorfix]

the way i’d let william throw me over his desk and have his way with me. like please just use me. i’m actually begging.

[xxxfilmx]

Movie Masterlist

Thirteen

Cherry

Girl, interrupted

Donnie Darko

The fallout

All Marvel Movies

It 2017

Titanic

Fear-Street

Scream (all of them)

SLC punk

The conjuring 1 & 2

The boy

House of wax

Slashers [a bunch of different ones]

[request more]

[firewalkzwit]

arabella // hobie brown x reader (one-shot)

oneshot of hobie trying to pursue a reader who's effortlessly cool and has strong arabella vibes cuz i love that vibe. inspired some on slc punk and sex pistols lore, cool fic for the music enthusiasts

New girl's hip New girl's cool New girl's interesting New girl's hot.

"She came straight out of 70's New L.A. She's no rockstar's girlfriend, she's a rockstar herself! Crazy hair, mysterious bassist, she's from outer space."

AO3

And when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams...

"Ay, who's the new girl?" Was the first thing Hobie asked as he nudged Pav's shoulder, not breaking his intense stare at the new recruit. 

"New girl? Oh that's YN." Pav shifted his narrowed eyes into Hobie's, a teasing grin drawing on his face.

"Yea' but what's her full name...?"

"Go ask her yourself man, everyone calls her YN." Hobie never got her name, she refused to be called anything but those particular initials.

To say she was pretty was an understatement. She was stunning, show-stopping, alluring. 

At least to Hobie, all adjectives were perfectly applicable.

She had this quirk, this confidence and these slight Chrissie Hynde vibes, boldness when she spoke that made her so attractive, and to top it she was a great musician. 

Back in her dimension it was the seventies, and she was the leader of a girl band where she played the bass, doing small gigs in downtown New L.A.

She wore flamboyant black cowboy boots and scandalous skirts, with chunky sunglasses that looked like the eyes of a bug. She had crazy hair and wore Vivienne Westwood's accessories on her pierced ears and fingers before it was even cool in the US. Her dark tights were always ripped but she didn't care, she called it a fashion statement. So did she call her Spidey suit, which had a unique design that caught anyone's attention. 

Love was for posers Hobie thought, but what's more punk than going against your own structures?

"Gwendy I gotta' talk to this girl more." Hobie's frustration was something Gwen wasn't used to seeing. His nature was often relaxed, only energic when invited to disrupt the order, but hardly ever frustrated.

"Well, you don't have to." Gwen shrugged as she tried to mask the frown that was forming in her face, but her wrinkled nose gave away her displease of jealousy.

"I know, but I want to." His attention was fixed on YN, how she moved and talked. "I wanna hear her play. You're a girl right? When you girls think a lad's fit, how much of that comes from his coolness?" He asked as he leaned on Gwen's side, resting his body weight on her. She scoffed in disbelief at the absurdity of his question, something only a man could ask. 

"Since when do you want to conform to the arbitrary standards of women?"

"I don't, I just wanna' know how many I can get away with breaking and she can still like me yea'?" Hobie chuckled before getting up again. "Don't get too jealous on me alright?" He joked, patting his friend's shoulder as he jumped down from where they were sitting, approaching her once again.

"He's never gonna give up is he?" Miles sat once again close beside Gwen, who sighed at the sight of Hobie attempting to come off as nonchalant with a girl who only seemed to curve his insinuations over and over. 

"That's such a man thing to do, no offense." Gwen spat as her hand slid down her face, pointing at what she could only describe as a humilliation show.

"Yeah... right." 

It's not that she didn't notice, she just dodged him. She thought there was more important things to do than let herself be conquered by some co-worker. But she was lying if she said he wasn't winning her over.

He also was so her type.

The funky hair, the spikes on his leather vest, the stickers and carvings on his guitar, his Iggy Pop vibes and his weird slang. But he thought he was so it, he was a nice guy but he needed some humbling. Their first conversation was about Bowie, and he played her a bit of Moonage Daydream as she recalled when she saw him live, getting all starry eyed whenever she'd narrate the part where she gave him a ride in her car.

"You gave Bowie a ride?"

"Spider's Tour, yeah..." She giggled, flipping her hair in a way that had him starstruck. "In my mom's car."

"In your mum's car? Oh get out." She went on to talk about how that changed her view on music, going on about her gigs in New L.A and how she moved there to make it big. 

Hobie was sure he was listening, but as much as he tried to contain himself, keeping in comments was not in his book.

"You always dress this mad? Like, all the time?" He bursted out with a smile, cutting her off. They were sitting on a counter table, with his guitar on his lap. He leaned closer to pick on the fabric of her coat. 

"Always. Do you always dress so pretentious?" She retorted with a smug grin, pushing her hair out of her face. His eyes shot up to look at her, puzzled. "I mean, aren't you like... rebelling against society?" Hobie let out a slight laugh, his head tilting in interest as he looked into her eyes. 

"Well, yea'. Why?"

"Don't you think it would be more of an act of rebellion if you didn't spend so much time buying stickers and pins and going out to get punky clothes? Stop me if I'm being offensive, I think the style's hip, but it just seems counterproductive to your cause."

"Na' its cool, keep going." He struggled to discern if he was actually listening, or simply invested in watching her mouth smart words as her long painted nails tapped on the counter.

"You want to be an individual, but it's like you wear a uniform. It's just punk fashion, not rebellion." Hobie's eyes fixated on her's, leaving a strong silence as she ended her phrase. 

"I'm not judging you, just kind of a general critique to what they call punk movement."

Hobie brushed her off with his usual humorous comments to maintain his pride, but he was dazzled. Even if she had criticized his way of thinking and how he dressed, she was so outspoken, without caring what he had to say or thought about her opinion, and he was crazy for his first impression of her, as much as he hated to admit it as he'd call 'Love is for posers'. Hobie was sure he was just trying to win her over, to prove a point he'd say, but deep down he loved the way she smiled and shook her head whimsically everytime he'd say something or take time off his schedule to nag her.

It was a few times that she gave Hobie the chance to play with her, to which she soon learnt that he did not know how to read tabs. Of course the punk kid is self-taught. Trying to lead, they would play messy numbers and solos. It was ocasionally just her and Gwen, who had let YN grown onto her sharing her love for girl bands, doing some jamming with their instruments as Hobie payed vague attention. But he would pound on any chance to be alone with her and try to take her out.

She didn't know what was in her that day, but she let him take her out.

He toured her around his universe, before taking her to what he called "his palace". 

The small canal boat was ridiculously a very Hobie place to live. If she were to guess, she'd think he lived in a tree somewhere in Birmingham. However it had it's charm, it was very humid and it wobbled when they walked, but it was unique and she loved it. Hobie showed her the collection of things he had stolen, proving himself to be a brilliant thief. He owed most of his 'talent' to his Spider-Sense and speed, but he'd never bring it up. 

As she sat on the mattress where he slept in, Hobie picked up one of his records, sitting beside her to show her the signed insides of the vinyl. Her eyes paced from the inscriptions to his face, as he ocasionally caught a glimpse of her through the corner of his eye. He left the vinyl aside to go on about his encounters with the infuential musicians on the area, how he attempted to steal the microphone the Bowie of his dimension had used when he was touring in his city. Her gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips back and forth. 

He was hesitant about making a move, afraid he'd mess up what had taken him so much work. But wasn't even given time to think it through before the proximity between them grew, and her hand softly caressed his bony cheek and down to his neck, inviting him to lean into a kiss. As they made out, his cold piercing was quickly warmed by her damp tongue and soft lips that sucked and kissed his. His hands caressed up and down her waist, undoing the buttons on her blouse with his slender fingers as she revealed her naked torso, no bra underneath. YN did her usual hair flip to watch him undress her, and himself, jumping on her once finished to continue what he had briefly interrupted.

"We won't sink, will we?" She asked between soft giggles as the boat quivered at his abrupt movement, Hobie nibbling down her neck and kissing her chest. 

"I wank pretty crazy here every night, we won't." He teased before crawling backwards, kissing down her navel. 

songs i listened to while working on this:

(ofc) arabella - arctic monkeys

moonage daydream, lady grinning soul and starman - bowie

hey, velouria - pixies

rhiannon, gold dust woman - fleetwood mac