#so when she would stop playing guitar to do hand movements and then start up again (stumming loudly) you would hear NOTHING

[jamestaylorswift]

absolutely crazy how lifeless atw10 was in the eras tour film

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

i need to get fucked by tom when he realizes how turned on i get from him humping his guitar 💀

live every second | Tom Kaulitz

you stood behind the scenes, your arms folded against your chest as you smiled brightly watching tom run around the stage and jump.

he kept inciting the fans to scream as a grin spread across his face. they were all rocking it.

the show had been amazing, everything was impeccable, and the crowd was CRAZY. i had never seen such a turned up crowd.

they were singing “live every second” now and of course, the fans knew every word. i found myself singing too as i danced with my best friend, jessica, she was gustav’s girl.

finally, the part that i think everyone was waiting for arrived. tom and georg stopped playing as gustav’s drums accompanied bill’s singing as he said “live every second”.

your heart began to beat faster knowing what tom was about to do.

“he’s doing it. he’s doing it.” you repeated to jessica as she laughed, grabbing you arm.

tom took his guitar and as usual, he began humping it, his hips going back and forth. the crowd screamed even louder than before and you just wanted to join them, even though he was your boyfriend.

“oh girl, that’s what he will do to you tonight.” your friend said while she kept giggling at your expression.

your jaw was literally about to touch the ground. why did this turn you on so much? you saw him do it at every show but it never failed to make you want him right there.

it didn’t help that tom turned to look at you and winked with a smirk on his stupid but handsome face.

you shook your head at him while pressing your lips together. he knew what he had done.

right after the song ended, the band took a break. they came behind the stage, trying to get some fresh drinks.

tom walked towards you, kissing you as soon as he got closer, his hands on your waist, stroking the skin with his thumbs. he found his way to your core, rubbing over my panties and you gasped, looking around to see if anyone was watching.

“tom, you’re crazy.” you stopped his hand movement and intertwined your fingers together.

“i saw how you looked at me.” he whispered with a cocky smirk on his face, “we’re not done. just wait until we’re over, i’m gonna make you cry.”

was all he said before going back on stage. you stood there, speechless.

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“what a good fucking show!” bill exclaimed as they all came back. the concert had finished and they were all sweaty and tired, but happy.

all the staff and of course you and jessica clapped your hands and hyped them up.

tom took a bottle of water and drank it fully. you watched as his adam’s apple went up and down.

“i messed up a bit.” he said right after he finished the bottle, throwing it away.

you could see he wasn’t that satisfied with himself and it made your heart ache. “what? you were amazing.”

“yes tom, you know i would make fun of you if you messed up.” bill said laughing.

you went up to him ready to hug him but he stepped back, “baby, i’m all sweaty. i look fucking disgusting.”

you rolled your eyes and hugged him anyway, resting your face against his chest, not caring of what he was saying. he wrapped his arms around you.

“why don’t we finish what we started earlier?” he whispered in your ear. you looked up at him with a sly smile and nodded.

“guys, we’re going to sleep a bit.” tom said taking your hand in his.

“yeah…sleep.” jessica held back a laugh while side eyeing you two.

he took you to his changing room, slamming the door behind him before pushing you against it making you yelp.

his lips kissed yours hungrily, his hands traveled roughly across your body, removing quickly your top, leaving only in your bra. he squeezed your breasts as he watched them in his hands, biting his lower lip.

“fuck. so hot.” he continued to squeeze them and massaging them gently, making you let out small moans. your hands went inside his big shirt, he understood you wanted it off and he quickly threw it away.

you observed his toned chest, stroking it and feeling his muscles beneath your hands meanwhile he took off your jeans.

his big hands cupped your ass and he kissed your neck, leaving marks on your skin.

“p-please tom.” you just wanted him, feel him inside you.

“what? use your words.” he teased as he took off his belt and baggy jeans, remaining in his underwear that clearly showed how hard he was.

“i want you in me.” you took your time, stroking every part of his upper chest and arms, giving attention to his biceps, abs, back muscles, everything.

tom revealed his length, taking it in his hand and stroking it a bit. “take off your panties.”

you did as he said, showing him your most private part. you always got shy as if it was the first time.

his hands went under your thighs, picking you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. he could feel the heat coming from you against his skin.

his teased you sliding up and down his tip, making you squirm against him. “c’mon tom! please just fuck me.”

“was it so hard to say?” he smirked and put him himself inside you quickly, making you arch your back against the door.

“shit! you always feel so good around me.” tom groaned beginning to plump in and out of you.

“mmh, i’m so wet for you daddy.” you moaned kissing his neck, making him hiss when you found his spot right beneath his ear.

“fuck fuck fuck. i know you are. shit keep doing it.” his pace became fast as his fingers were deep inside your skin.

you continued leaving wet kisses on his neck, loving hearing him groan in pleasure. you moaned on his skin when he hit your sensitive spot.

“mmh, you were wet even before. you’re such a slut for me even seeing me with my guitar turns you on.” his hand wrapped around your neck, plying with your ability to breath.

“you know i-i am, just for you daddy.” you loved making him feel like the only man in the world, because he was at least for you.

“i know baby, you belong to me, say it.” you could hear the door creaking and slamming as he kept pushing you against it with his pace.

“i-i’m yours! oh my god!” you almost screamed, tears forming in your eyes for the pleasure you were feeling and he had to cup your mouth so that no one heard you.

“shh. look how deep i am inside you.” he watched as his dico went in and out of you, seeing a little bump in your lower belly. he pressed on it, making you roll your eyes back and moan against his palm.

he kept pushing, rotating his hips causing more friction before starting with his previous pace.

you clenched around him as your nails scratched his back, letting him know you were so close and you felt him twitch inside you. you were both ready.

“fuck! i’m coming inside you!” tom groaned and you nodded frantically, not being able to say something coherent.

you came before him, pushing your hips forward against him as your mouth hanged open, only moans coming out of it.

his juices coaxed your walls and he kept pushing, riding out his high.

“fuck-king. slut.” he said with the last pushes before stopping, his head falling between your neck.

he let you down, your arms still wrapped around his neck for balance because of your trembling legs.

neither of you said anything, you just tried to catch your breath as you guys gave each other small pecks.

“i love you.” tom said after awhile, placing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“i love you too.”

little did you guys know that everyone else heard you.

[ashwhowrites]

I got an angsty request for you! Eddie and Best Friend Reader who secretly have feelings for each other, but Eddie starts to be a bit distant after his deal with Chrissy because he's hanging out with her a bit so reader gets bummed out but Friday at their regular movie night, they end up having sex. I'm talking that sweet, been wanting to do this forever sex and the snuggle afterwards. Eddie even drives her to work the next day. After some convincing from Steve and Robin, she decides she's going to tell Eddie how she feels so she gets them to drive her back to Eddie's trailer only to walk in on him having sex with Chrissy on the couch. She rushes out of there to catch Steve at the stop sign, while Eddie is trying to yell for her. Maybe Eddie tries to explain but she's not having it because she's hurt. You can choose how it ends just whatever you do make him grovel.

Angst? You came to the right person. I hope this is what you were looking for :) thank you for requesting

⚠️no happy ending

Ex friends

Y/N has been in love with her best friend, Eddie, since middle school. Back when he had a buzzcut and played air guitar as a hobby. She grew up with him and watched him grow up to become this pretty boy with long hair and guitar skills that made all girls weak. She knew Eddie like the back of her hand but could never place his feelings for her. It was the one thing about him she could not understand.

Not many people liked Eddie, she never had to fight for his attention. But lately, he has been meeting with the most popular girl in school. Y/N grew insecure quickly and drowned in her own jealousy. Eddie became distant with her, and she didn't know how to handle that. But Friday nights were the one night he was all hers. They had movie nights, and it was a rule that no one else was invited.

The movie played, and the sounds of screaming filled the silence. Y/N felt thrown off because of Chrissy and didn't know what to say. It almost felt like Eddie didn't know what to say either. Both felt the distance, and neither knew how to deal with it.

"Are you okay? You seem quiet." Eddie asked, pausing the movie as he looked at her.

"Yeah, just quiet today." She shrugged. She did not want to tell her best friend about how jealous she was. Some things Eddie did not need to know.

"You're never quiet with me. Talk to me, sweets." She melted at the name. Her body fell into him when he cuddled next to her and placed her head on his shoulder.

"I miss you, Eddie." She admitted, closing her eyes. Eddie was confused, laughing softly. "I am right here, silly."

"I know, but lately you've been busy with Chrissy. I miss having you around." She confessed. She worried that she would sound stupid but, Eddie held her closer.

"I've missed you too." He said, kissing her forehead as he rested his head on top of hers. She moved her head, turning to look at him. His head moved at her movement, looking down at her.

"Really?" she asked. He smiled and nodded his head. Leaning down to peck her nose. She smiled at the affection, closing her eyes. Eddie wasn't sure what came over him. But he felt this magnetic pull towards her lips. He's always had an attraction towards her. He knew he liked her, but he also felt something with Chrissy.

But looking at her soft face resting against him, he couldn't stop the thoughts. He leaned down, closing his eyes as he connected his lips to hers. She was shocked when she felt his lips. She opened her eyes to confirm that he was kissing her.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back. His hands held her hips as he moved her on his lap. She moaned in the kiss as she straddled his lap. Her mind was racing. She was making out with her best friend. Her tongue was exploring Eddie's mouth. His hands burned through her skin. Was this happening?

He pulled away, his eyes blown out with lust as he stared at her. She tried to catch her breath as she looked at him. Neither spoke, and neither made any effort to stop. His hands slipped under her shirt, yanking it over her head. His mouth latched onto her chest. Destroying the soft skin with his teeth. Her hands worked on his belt, he took the hint and lifted his hips. He removed his mouth from her, tugging down his jeans and boxers, kicking them off. She stood up as she removed the rest of her clothes.

He watched from his spot on the couch as she stripped. Her skin glowing and the red marks forming on her chest. His stomach was doing flips seeing her like this.

She crawled back on his lap, his hard cock resting between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she lowered herself on him. Eddie moaned as he felt her sucking him in. She hissed as she settled on him. Moving her hips as she slowly began to ride him. Taking her time to get used to his size.

Her lips attached to his neck, creating her own marks as he helped her hips roll against him.

She felt amazing clenching around him, he loved how she leaned back and bounced on him. Her chest was in his face as he tried to focus on fucking back into her. Lifting his hips to smack deeper inside of her. He loved all the sounds that left her mouth.

He wrapped his arms around her, turning them around so her back was on the couch. He balanced on his knees as he fucked into her. The new angle allowed him to push deeper inside of her.

"Fuck, you feel so good." She moaned, her hands reaching to feel him. He leaned down, connecting their lips. His left hand met hers, holding it tightly as his right hand moved down to her clit.

She gripped the hand that was holding hers, clenching her walls around his cock as she got close. His fingers knew exactly what to do on her clit and she was seeing stars.

"Always wanted this," Eddie confessed against her lips. The words hit her lips in a puff of air. His words washed over her and made her feel warm everywhere.

"Wanted this too." She admitted, smiling as he smiled down at her. Their smiles meet in another kiss.

"Close? Gonna cum for me, baby?" He encouraged. His lips were soft as he pecked her between the words. His hand still holding hers, the other rubbing her clit as fast as he could. She felt like a work of art under his gaze. The way he watched her with adoration and love.

"Cum with me." She pleaded, using her free hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Cum in me, Eddie."

Eddie's head was spinning. "Fuck, you are beautiful," he moaned. His forehead rested on hers as he got close. Their eyes stared into each other. Their hands gripped each other's.

The closeness they both craved was found. The distance vanished as she milked him. She came on him with a silent scream, his cum filling her as he bit her shoulder. His curly hair covered her face as she drowned in him.

He slid out of her slowly, hissing as the cold air hit his sensitive cock. He was fast to grab the blanket that was thrown over the couch. Covering their naked bodies as he cuddled into her neck. She smiled as the warmth of him covered her skin.

He rubbed her skin softly, luring her to sleep as he kissed her neck one last time.

~~~

When she woke up, she had a small fear of what would happen. But as she slowly stirred awake, she felt Eddie's fingers rubbing the inside of her thighs. She moaned quietly at the soft touch. Gasping as he slid his fingers inside of her.

"Morning, sweetheart." He said into her ear, She shivered at the rough sound of his morning voice.

"Morning," she gasped, his fingers working inside of her skillfully. Her back was against his chest, somehow moving as the night went on.

"Need a ride to work?" He hummed in her ear, she wasn't sure how he could easily have a conversation as he fingered her. She choked out a yes.

"Better cum before you're late."

~~~

"He's dropping her off, that's a good sign," Steve observed as Y/N made her way out of Eddie's van.

"Still in yesterday's clothes. She spent the night, another good sign." Robin added.

Y/N walked into work with a wide smile on her face, and a small ache between her thighs as she walked up to the counter. Both her best friends stood there with a smile.

"Everything looks like it went well! Did you talk it out?" Steve asked, he knew Y/N was struggling with the Chrissy situation. Y/N vowed to both her friends, to talk it out with him at movie night.

"Um, we talked a little," Y/N said honestly, scratching her head as she blushed to the floor.

"Okay? But you worked things out?' Robin asked, a confused look on her face as she tried to read Y/N's body language.

"We had sex," Y/N whispered.

"YOU HAD SEX?" Steve shouted, Y/N looked mortified as she stared at Steve.

"Shut your mouth, dingus! We have customers." Robin scolded, trying to politely smile at the elderly couple that was glaring.

"So are you together?" Steve asked, this time keeping his voice low.

"I'm not sure? I mean we didn't really talk about it this morning." Y/N said.

"You woke up, didn't talk and he drove you here?" Robin questioned, digging for something else.

"Um, well. He kinda fingered me this morning so my mind was blah by the time I was in the car." Y/N added, embarrassed as she chewed on her nails.

"Okay well, congratulations on getting laid by the love of your life," Robin started, "but you need to confess how you feel."

"I mean we had sex! Doesn't that say something?" Y/N tried but Steve gave her a dad look.

"Nope. That doesn't tell us anything. You have to know where his mind was during it and how he feels now. Make sure there's more than just sexual feelings there." Steve explained. Robin nodded with him.

"I agree with Steve, which is strange," Robin said

~~~

Y/N took a deep breath as she got out of Steve's car. He smiled and gave her a thumbs-up as she walked to the door. She watched as he drove off, She found herself at Eddie's trailer because Steve refused to bring her home until she talked to Eddie.

She was terrified but she tried to remember it was just Eddie. She's seen him puke on himself and he has seen her fall drunkenly into a pool. They'd seen each other at their worst, this was her best friend. She can tell him anything.

She took the key from her purse and unlocked the door. She didn't have time to remove the key from the door when she saw them.

Chrissy was on her knees, face on the couch as Eddie fucked her from behind. His eyes closed as his arms wrapped around her. Y/N felt sick as she watched them, not sure why she was torturing herself for so long. Not even five hours ago, she woke up on that couch next to him. And now he's fucking Chrissy on it.

Chrissy was the first to notice her, immediately screaming as she removed herself from Eddie, hiding her body under the blanket. Y/N panicked and ran. Ran right out the door, praying Steve didn't make it far.

"SHIT, SHIT" Eddie screamed, throwing on his boxers as he raced out the door right behind her. Chrissy sat on the couch, embarrassed from being walked in on, but confused by Eddie's anxious reaction.

Eddie cussed to himself as every twig in the grass stabbed his bare feet, but he continued to run.

"Y/N WAIT! PLEASE!" He screamed, seeing her figure in the distance in front of him.

She sighed in relief as she spotted Steve's car at the entrance of the trailer park. Pounding on his window, watching as he screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He screamed, unlocking the door as she rushed in. She was panting as she locked the door. He looked at her but she didn't say a word. Her face was soaked with tears, she was breathing heavily from the running, and motioning for him to drive.

"Please" she whispered, but before he could pull off, Eddie ran in front of the car.

"Baby, I am so sorry. Let's talk please." Eddie pleaded, Steve looked between the two confused. Y/N refused to look at either of them. Her eyes locked on her feet.

"Drive," she demanded

"I can't! He's in front of my car." Steve said in a duh tone. Y/N reached over and slammed on the horn, Eddie covered his ears but refused to move.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!" She screamed

"NOT UNTIL WE TALK," Eddie screamed back, his voice muffled by the glass.

"Why don't you want to talk to him?" Steve asked, she looked at him. Her eyes were red and wet as she choked out, "he was fucking Chrissy."

Steve felt any amount of calmness in him vanish. He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. Locking it so Eddie couldn't get in if he tried.

Steve stayed emotionless, waving Eddie over to him.

Eddie walked over, his eyes looking into the car as he watched her. "She won't come out, but she wanted me to tell you this," Steve started, Eddie nodded. "Yeah, go on." He encouraged and prepared to listen so he could fix this.

"Yeah just..," Steve said then bunched up his fist and knocked Eddie straight in the jaw. Y/N screamed from inside the car. Eddie groaned as he got knocked to the floor.

"Son of a bitch." Eddie groaned, holding his cheek as he felt the heat of the punch forming.

"Have Chrissy ice your jaw." Steve snarled out, getting back in his car as he zoomed off.

~~~

Eddie called and called. He left voicemails, he wrote letters, and he even showed up at her house for a week straight. But she refused to speak to him. He hated that he couldn't even explain to her what happened, because he didn't know himself. He hurt her and he had no explanation other than he was an idiot who fucked everything up.

His jaw was bruised, but his heart hurt more than anything.

But she was hurt too, and it hurt not knowing why Eddie did what he did. She wasn't sure if she could handle hearing what Chrissy had that she didn't.

He regretted Chrissy more than anything.

She regretted Eddie more than anything.

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[carryonafi]

starstruck.

luke hemmings x reader; SMUT!!!! 🔞

big warning!! i’ve never posted smut here before, so let me know if this is something i should continue or keep it pg… or if yall are just sluts for some submissive luke ;P

words: 2.9k

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“Luke?” Your voice was stifled by the soundproof walls of the basement studio, padding alongside you was Petunia, who you had to stop at the door and apologetically close her out because she had a tendency to chew on the many wires. Just a few lights lit the room, it was dim and you could see more in the blue light of the computer than you could with any other source of light. Luke had a lot on his mind, of course. He had voiced this to you before, going, and going, and going nonstop since he was about 16 and finally getting to stop and take a breath for the first time in years. It was a lot for him to handle, he constantly had to be going and now his schedule was completely clear because of this global pandemic. So, he spent a lot of time in the home studio you built. He would tuck himself away for a few hours every day, do a livestream with the guys, then come back up to you and Petunia within a healthy amount of time.

Today, however, it has not been a healthy amount of time. Luke was working himself to his bones and he hadn’t even come up when food was being made, when he turned to the sound of your presence, you could see it. The sweet, yet tired smile, tousled hair with clear rimmed glasses over his eyes. He took them off as he swiveled in the chair, rubbing at his temples.

“Love…” You said simply, slowly walking over to the chair. His arms had a mind of their own, reaching out to you as you stood between his legs and he wrapped himself around your middle. Face buried in your chest, hands rubbing slowly up and down the small of your back like you hadn’t seen each other in years. It did feel like it. “You’ve been down here for ages.”

“‘M always down here.” Luke replied in the tone of voice that you loved so much, a soft whine curved the syllables of the words he spoke, enough to make you melt as you tangled your hands in his hair.

“Not for this long. You didn’t even eat dinner, baby. What’s buggin’ you?” Your hands slid to his cheeks, slowly coaxing him to pull away. Instead, he rested his chin against your body so he was looking up at you just as you were silently asking him to. Luke would only ever spend extra time on a project if there was something bothering him, or something not clicking. That’s one of the things you knew ever since you had gotten together.

He looked up at you innocently, but his gaze dropped and he let out a sigh as you made your observations. “Just frustrated. It doesn’t sound right… like,” You could see the internal debate he was having, Luke hesitated, but ended up staying right where he was and just nodding towards the screen. “This isn’t a piano song, it can’t be a piano song… too much piano. If I play a G chord on guitar, though, it doesn’t sound right.” He finally voiced his frustration and you could already see some of that tension lifting. As Luke explained, your hands began to wander until they were gently massaging his shoulders. There was no objective to your movements, just mindless playing with what was yours.

“Mm, no instruments at all? Just sounds?” You suggested the synth method, to which Luke shook his head and buried himself back in the safe comfort of your chest.

“I don’t know. It’s gonna annoy me.” He complained once again, sounding just like he did before. Guiltily enough, it got you going. All you did was pout at him.

“Why don’t you step away for a bit, Lu? Come eat, cuddle with me and ‘Tunia, get some sleep. Start again tomorrow with a clear head, yeah? Maybe you’ve gotten worked up with yourself too much.” You slipped your hands underneath his sweater to feel the skin of his shoulders, humming at the contrast of your cold hands to his warmth. Luke nodded against you, but there was something missing. He was clingy, so clingy he couldn’t even let go of you to gesture to the computer screen. So clingy he couldn’t pull his face out of your chest, and so quiet… he was only this quiet in times that he needed something shameful.

“Yeah.” He mumbled into the fabric of your tank top, making you smile. That's the tone you had been fawning over since he spoke his first word to you.

“Look at me.” You changed your voice as well, speaking just above a whisper. Luke knew you were serious, so he reluctantly untucked his head from you and pulled away just enough so he could make eye contact. “Is there something else you want?” You asked, sweet and expectant like there was an answer you were looking for. There was, and Luke knew it as well judging by the way he stared up at you and swallowed thickly. His eyes were glossy now, something shifted that blew out his pupils and just made him appear so sucked in. In a certain state you loved.

“You.” He breathed.

“How, baby?”

Luke hesitated. He knew he had to vocalize it, and he was stuck.

“Want you so bad. Need your mouth on me, or hands, or… whatever you’ll give me. Just need it.” His fingertips ran up and down the ribbed pattern of your top, never breaking eye contact as he knew you would just make him repeat his desperations.

“That’s it, my boy. I knew you could say it.” A proud smile crosses your face as your hands slip out from his sweater, Luke looks proud as well, stare softening with a hint of a glimmer in his irises. “Never this shy, are we?” It’s a rhetorical question, but just as Luke starts to answer you begin to step away. You grasp both of his hands just as they slip from your waist, pulling him out of the uncomfortable office chair and over to the much, much better sofa which sits in the corner of the studio. This was mainly an investment for you and Petunia, his girls, to come and sit while he works. However, he does like his space when he’s supposed to be focusing.

You motion for him to sit, and Luke obeys without a second thought as you kneel in front of him on the sofa. Your hands begin to push his sweater up, exposing his pale skin which hasn’t been getting too much sun recently. He was already breathing heavily, reaching forward to hold onto your hair or at the very least follow how your head moved to kiss over his hips. Your lips dragged against the soft flesh, lightly baring your teeth as you traced your hands along the waistband of his shorts. At the first nibble, Luke let out a gasp and bucked his hips.

“Easy, easy.” You murmured against his skin, he got the hint and weakly whimpered your name. “So pent up, Lu. Is this why you couldn’t focus?” He briefly lifted your head, only getting a nod in response. When you didn’t continue, Luke sucked in a breath.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He said quickly.

“Keep talking like that.” You instructed, motioning for him to help you remove his shorts. To which he did, lifting his hips so you could pull them down along with his boxers. Luke sucked in a breath through gritted teeth when the cold air hit him.

“Every time you came down I jus’ wanted to be under you, you take care of me so good. Knew it would clear my head.” Luke cut himself off with another harsh gasp, those garments were long gone and you were left placing teasing kisses all along his inner thighs as he voiced his needs. One just at the head of his cock, that pulled the gasp from his throat.

“Didn’t tell you to stop, baby.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry.” Luke pleaded, looking down at you expectantly when he realized you weren’t going to continue unless he kept talking. “Think about you so much, your lips, your tongue, when you… fuck, do that.” He moaned when you gingerly wrapped your hand around his shaft and kitten-licked the tip, both hands now in your hair. This is what got you excited, when he got restless and showed it all in his face knowing it would mean trouble for him if he got too impatient. You never broke eye contact, Luke pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and let it slip just to speak more struggling words.

“I love when you use that voice with me,” He whined, taking another labored breath when you took him further into your mouth. “Call me names, it makes me feel so…” Luke couldn’t articulate it, the word was in his head, but would it be the right one? “Small? Dunno.” He sighed again, carefully playing with your hair as your tongue swirled and made him struggle to speak past his quiet sounds.

“Pretty sure the word you're looking for is submissive.” You sat back on your heels, watching his eyebrows furrow in disappointment.

“Why’d you stop?” He made another one of those beloved whines, shoulders dropping the tension as he slowed his breathing.

“Don't you want more of me? Isn’t that what you were getting at?” You also looked at him with confusion, false only to mock him. Luke got the hint, you could see the second the realization hit him. His bright little face, eagerly nodding and still stroking your hair as you begin to grin again. “You know what to do, tell me.”

“I want it so bad.” Luke didn’t waste a moment to speak. “I need to feel you around me, ‘s been too long.” It really hasn’t. This cycle happened again yesterday, and this morning, before he finally coaxed himself into getting some work done. As he spoke, you slowly got on the couch and rested your knees on either side of him to straddle him.

“And?” You asked sweetly.

“Please, (Y/N)?” Luke stared up at you, never pulling those icy blue irises away from yours.

“You’re so desperate, how do you even get like this?” A giggle chased after your words. This was something you could have kept to yourself, but of course, you always loved to see Luke’s reaction to your teasing. He only squirmed, heat rising to his cheeks as you sat back a bit to tuck your thumbs into the waistband of your pajamas.

“Because, look at you. You expect me to sit here and not be starstruck when you look at me like that?” Luke briefly lifted one of his hands to motion at your body as you continued to remove your sweats.

“Ooh. Starstruck.” You marveled, tossing your clothes off to the side with his. “That’s a good word, you’ve been using that brain today, Lu.”

“If you could read my mind half the time, you’d be starstruck, too.” Luke tugged his bottom lip between his teeth yet again, tilting his head back as you leaned forward hovering over his lips. He was so close to kissing you, so close, but you refrained for a moment.

“Mm, yeah?” You hummed, using one hand to reach between you two finding that this way was easiest to steady yourself. Luke’s eyelids fluttered when your hand came into contact with him again, unable to take his gaze off of the way you began sinking down. Your lips parted slightly, trying to formulate the rest of your sentence. “Let it all out. Wanna hear all your thoughts.”

“I really fuckin’ love how you know what makes me weak.” Luke was hasty, eager to impress you with his quick talk. “You touch me in all the right places, call me all the right names, make the prettiest sounds, God.” He cursed. “Never had anyone make me feel like this before.” His words sounded breathy, like it was a battle to commit to telling you (almost) everything that came to his mind. It worked, oh, it worked. You braced yourself with both hands on his shoulders, slowly snaking around his neck as you rolled your hips and watched his face contort with pleasure. His jaw slack, eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows furrowing over those deep lustrous eyes you so badly wanted to see staring at you. His lips were so pink, the bottom one just a bit swollen from his abuse, the stubble on his cheeks drove you mad and each shadow on his face was so perfectly contoured. However, his hands hesitated. They briefly lifted from the back of the couch before dropping again and grasping at the fabric, it seemed you had trained him well, but you would allow the needs to take him over.

“Luke.” With a simple hushed moan of his name he had his hands on you in an instant, Luke opened his eyes slightly as your steady rhythm of the slow falling of your hips became more comforting. The glint in his eyes were endless, his gaze burning into your frame and watching his hands create shadows on your body. His fingertips danced along the hem of your tank top, making eye contact for approval as he slowly started to push it up.

“Can I take it off, please?” Luke swallowed thickly, and since you didn’t slow down your pace, his first thought was that you’d deny his request.

“Mm.” You hummed, biting your bottom lip to conceal a smile. “If you can get it off.” Your reply was smug only because you knew it wouldn’t be a problem for him to get the top off of you. It was gone within seconds, Luke’s wide, vulnerable icy blues admiring the full of your body in pure admiration. His mouth dropped open again as you rolled your hips in the same pattern you did before, that rough circle that might just become his favorite shape. However, his grasp got weaker, moans got breathy as he tossed his head back to rest against the back of the sofa. You took this opportunity to attack his throat, harsh stubble meeting the sensitive skin of your cheeks and lips while you moved your mouth along the curve of his jawline. Luke made this sound, unlike how you had ever heard him before. It was quiet at first, rushed and surprised like he had unexpectedly dropped something. The second your hands started sliding up his sweater, feeling his bare skin before raking your nails down his chest and past the coarse hair he gasped a second time. A loud, long whimper tearing from his throat. It was so satisfactory that it had you bucking your hips faster and moaning against his pulse point, your name fell from his lips a number of times that you couldn’t even count.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Luke hissed, the way he was grabbing your side would definitely leave bruises. His thighs twitched once beneath you, then again as you pulled away from his littered neck to watch the inevitable. “So close, ‘m so close. God — can I?” He peered up at you again, making eye contact. They were deep, dark with lust. Yet unmatched to the warmth that filled your chest at the mere fact that he asked, your boy was still in control of himself, asking permission.

It bounced around for a beat, do you give him this?

“Not yet, not yet.” You breathed, the hands that were on his chest briefly lifting to cup his cheeks. “Little longer, baby. Can you do that for me?” His eyes told you otherwise, but he nodded anyway and tilted his head again. You didn’t let him down, just another few bounces and you felt the familiar crash shake you like your body had been set on an endless vibration setting. You shuddered, gripping at the collar of Luke’s sweater as you shut your own eyes and cried out into the soundproof walls of the comforting atmosphere of the rest of the studio.

“Please, please. Please? ‘M right there, I can’t hold it, please...” Luke’s arms secured around your waist, pulling you closer so he could whisper his soft pleas and all you could do was nod. Poor thing, buried his face in your chest and let out a strangled moan into the soft texture of your skin. His breathing labored, burrowing his way even deeper into your comfort as if he could get any farther.

You matched his hold on you, arms loosely around his shoulders just as your hands gravitated towards the soft curls at the nape of his neck. You were still, unmoving for a few moments before Luke finally pulled himself back into reality.

“Hi.” He said simply, making you giggle. You loved this more than anything, the bliss, the love he had in his eyes for you, knowing that all he needed was a simple stress reliever and your way of giving was just what he was looking for.

“Hi.” You replied, admiring his post-orgasm glow.

“You look pretty.” Where did this come from? The comment had you smiling like an idiot anyway.

“Not too bad yourself, handsome.” The hands on the back of his neck slowly worked through his curls, wandering in his dark roots all the way to the light ends. They were always such a mess when he wasn’t constantly touching them, such a beautiful mess. “You still want dinner?”

“Yes, please.” Luke sighed gratefully, bracing the two of you to finally stand up and clean the mess you made. Next came more apologies, letting Petunia wander into the room as you opened up the door and never exited each other’s small range of personal space.

(some more lil visuals for you guys☺️)

[cinamonqirl]

GOOD GIRL

Top guitarist!Kate Bishop x Bottom!Female Reader

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summary: You watch Kate practice her guitar playing (Kate plays bass guitar) only to be definitely confused by her fast movements, and she came up with the idea to teach you and prove that it's not that hard. By the way, to get close to you, but archer isn't sure if she can hold back that much.

Warnings: smut, and kinda fluff?

A/N: I think Kate would be a good guitarist, so I see her in that role (fast fingers..) she gave so much chase atlantic vibes. She's soooo boyfriend here. Let me know if you can breathe, okay? Now, just imagine this.. 😶‍🌫️

(this song kinda remainds me of this story)

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You watched Kate move her fingers on the guitar strings, focused on the rhythm of her fingers. And you sat opposite her politely, foot on foot, staring stupidly at her hands fascinated. She played really well, you didn't know how you could memorize all these tricks and notes, but apparently Kate has been doing it for a long time. And you weren't aware that she was doing her best to impress you.

"It seems difficult" you giggled, trying to act normal when her hands look really attractive, with visible veins on them. She knows you notice it.

"It's not that hard, you just need to catch the rhythm" she explained with a slight smile looking at you playing with the strings, after a moment of staring at you she got an idea "come here, I'll teach you" she proposed with a playful smile moving away guitar aside, to point her hand for you to come over here, and that smile let you know that this idea wasn't the only thing on her mind. It's an excuse to get close to you.

"Okay" you said quietly with a cautious smile on your face, ignoring the fact that your heart started beating faster at the suggestion. You weren't going to say 'no' to her, even though the idea of ​​sitting close to her wasn't a good idea, you're sure you won't be able to concentrate under her touch, but you kinda hoped she would do more than just touch your hands. Kate watched you get up from your seat and stop right in front of her. She snorted shaking her head thinking how cute you are, squirming shyly in front of her.

You didn't seem to know where to sit, which archer noticed, so she took your hand to carefully pull you onto her lap, so you could sit comfortably on it. You blushed at the closeness, and you totally didn't expect to sit on Kate's lap, you thought you'd rather sit beside her on her bed. But you're not complaining.

"Okay" she mumbled softly as she grabbed the guitar back and placed it in front of you. Somewhat not knowing how you set your hands on the strings, and the archer chuckled at how unsure you were. She grabbed your waist to pull you closer to her, and at that moment you thought you were going to squeal with excitement at the intense scent of her.

She peeked her head over your shoulder to get a better view of the guitar, and she was even closer to you. Your cheeks blushed even more as her hands gripped yours to position them properly, but luckily your hair was blocking her view to see that. Her hands were much bigger than yours.

"Okay, that's good" her low voice against your ear startled you a bit, and you could feel her breath on your neck. "Now move your fingers, like this" she said, placing your fingers on different strings. And you're not sure you can concentrate when you're so close to the archer, feeling her breath on your neck and your body pressed against hers.

"Mh now Pull the strings to make a sound" you never got a chance to listen to her instructions or hear her low voice close to your ear. You moved your hand as you were told, but her hand on your thigh knocked you out of rhythm, causing the strings to make only a faint sound. Which she noticed, but she couldn't help but not be able to stop herself.

"Oh I'm sorry" she removed her hand from your thigh to make you miss it already. "Let me help you" Kate helped you move your fingers to make a louder and better sound, changing your fingers on the strings in your left hand and then to play a different note. You giggled softly knowing that if all the girls who adore Kate knew that she was teaching you to play the guitar sitting on her lap, they'd probably kill you.

"Mhm that's it" let you move on your own but didn't take her hands off yours, still helping you. She watched from the sidelines as you bit your lip in concentration as some of your hair cosmetics fell across your face. You looked cute even though you were slowly and carefully trying to play the melody.

"Good girl" she boasted you, when you follow her instructions. You hearing how you were called by Kate, you were once again ripped off the beat. You stopped playing when you felt her staring at you and a blush appeared on your cheeks.

You turned your head towards her, not expecting your faces to be so close to each other. Your gaze slid to her lips, but before Kate decided to kiss you, you reluctantly turned your head back to the guitar just in time. Kate's jaw clenched a little in disappointment as you pulled your head away, thinking that maybe she's doing too much than she should and maybe you doesn't want it.

"I can't believe you play like this for hours" You said in disbelief, trying to act normal when for a moment you wanted to kiss the black-haired girl. She smiled to herself, knowing you were impressed.

"Mhm, It's easy for me" she replied calmly. Probably because she has such nimble fingers. Not only does she shoot a bow, she also plays the bass guitar. And you envy any girl who had the pleasure of spending the night with Kate. Because you know they are.

"Oh god you must have really good fingers to play that fast" you realized what you said after staring for a moment at her hands that were still on yours. Your blush hasn't left your face. She probably already knows that you secretly think about it, and imagine her nimble fingers.

"Ah-huh I see you already noticed it" she shook her head giggling hoarsely with a stupid smile on her face. You were speechless as her hand moved your hair to the other side of your shoulders to get a better look at you. You giggled nervously, not sure if you could breathe right now.

"You are really cute, ya know?" she admitted as her hands traveled to your waist. She pressed her lips to the back of your neck, leaving gentle kisses there, And her hand returned to your thigh, slowly moving her hand closer to your panties under your skirt and the butterflies in your stomach went wild at the gesture. You tilted your head back slightly so that soft moans and heavy breaths fall from your parted lips, enjoying the moment. Is this really happening?

As if she couldn't help herself, her hands slid under your shirt, stroking your smooth skin. You felt a growing sensation between your legs. You moaned, moving a little on her thigh to get some friction, which Kate quickly noticed with a smug smile. The black-haired girl had time to wonder if you ever touched yourself thinking about her, but now she probably got the answer to her question. Fuck the guitar playing, Kate thought. All she wants now is you.

"You're so needy, huh?" Her smile only widened at your soft whine. So she wasted no time putting the guitar aside so you could quickly be turned around by Kate's hands on your waist to straddle on her lap. And your lips finally met each other. Archer didn't expect you to kiss her so hard, letting her know you needed her. Kate gasped at the gesture, pulling you impossibly close by your ass. Okay, Kate is a good kisser, and she defenietly knows how to make sure you will be wet.

"Fuck, I wanted to do that long time ago" she whispered looking with lust at your body, before kissing your jaw and you didn't even realize when her lips were on your neck. Several moans escaped your lips and you could say this isn't really happening, beacuse It's too good to be true. She actually wanted to do it a long time ago, and she think today is her favorite day.

"A little quieter princess, my parents are still at home, you don't want them to caught us and to stop this moment, huh?" she whispered into your neck, even though she wanted to hear these beautiful sounds, she couldn't wait for another occasion when no one was home. She's waited too long to let go now when she gets the chance. She just needs to hear a little today, and she'll be glad. You bit your lip nodding. You really don't know if you can be quiet when Kate touches you like this.

Archer suddenly switched positions so that you are now sitting on her bed and she is kneeling in front of you. She did it so fast that a soft whimper escaped your lips, and she did prove to you that she is really strong. You blushed, raising your eyebrows in surprise. She smiled at your expression, knowing she already impressed you enough today.

She parted your clenched legs slightly so her eyes lit up at your lacy panties. Kate could admit that she loved when you put on short skirts or dresses, and the plus is that you don't even have to take them off because she already has open access to your panties. At least from now on.

And it's no coincidence that you wore skirt to go out with her.

Your breath stopped as she pressed her lips to your thighs, kissing them passionately. You tilted your head back slightly, feeling her warm tongue against your skin. Kate watched smugly seeing you pant until her lips were on your thighs instead of between your legs. She could imagine how wet you are already.

She moved closer and closer to the space between your legs until her head disappeared under the skirt to kiss your private area through the lace material. A few soft moans and sighs escaped your slightly parted lips, not forgetting that Kate reminded you that her parents were present at her house. She gently grabbed your thighs to pull you closer, so your legs dangling over her shoulders.

"Be a good girl for me"

she pleaded giving you one last look before diving into your panties, praying her parents didn't burst into the room and catch you in a decidedly intriguing situation.

[duskspring]

Practice Makes Perfect - Ifrit/Alpha

A/N: This idea came to me after reading this post by @wrathofrats. She’s a mad genius; everybody go check out her posts!

Summary: Alpha has some unconventional ways of teaching the newest summon how to play his instrument

Content (18+): Handjob, orgasm denial, crying, begging, implied blowjob

Word Count: ~1.4k

Ifrit squirmed under the intense gaze of his predecessor. Newly summoned, yet to find any proper comfort or confidence, he was trying his hardest to play all the notes right. Although the pressure Alpha naturally exuded was making his hands shake and miss a little too many notes.

“Start over.” He commanded, his voice deep and leaving no room for argument. He sat right across from Ifrit, who kept thinking he caught Alpha looking at more than just the movements of his hands.

The young ghoul tried his best, but he felt like he was getting worse every time he played. He slid his hands across his guitar again, reciting the steps in his mind. Soon enough, however, he drew another blank, his hands stopping without him wanting them to.

“Keep going,” Alpha said, his eyes trailing up to make eye contact.

His expression looked much less angry than Ifrit had expected. His bright eyes held a glint of recognition, as if recalling his own struggles getting to where he was now. His sharp jaw unclenched a little, relaxing as he regarded his fellow fire ghoul.

God, Alpha was so handsome-

“I- I- I…” Ifrit stuttered when he realized he hadn’t said or done anything for just slightly too long. He felt his face heating up.

The only reaction he got was a slight raising of the corner of Alpha’s mouth, “Let’s try something new.” He said, before rising to his full height. Even if Ifrit was a big guy compared to most humans, and even ghouls, he felt like he was no bigger than a kit at that moment.

He took one large stride forward, before getting on one knee in front of Ifrit. His hand moved up to fiddle with the zipper of his pants. The younger ghoul’s breath caught in his throat.

“Can I?” Even if it was still deep, Alpha’s voice sounded softer, making the question sound as genuine as it was.

Ifrit nodded dumbly before he even fully processed what he was agreeing to. He still meant the answer though, if Alpha was offering what he thought he was offering-

“Say it.” His voice dropped a few octaves back down and Ifrit felt himself get chills.

“Yes, please.” He didn’t mean for that to be a whine. At least Alpha seemed pleased with it.

“What you’re going to do,” He explained as he slowly brought the zipper down, “is play the song again,” his hand disappeared into Ifrit’s underwear, his warm hand ripping another whine from his throat, “as long as you do well,” his big hand easily wrapped around his dick, starting to very delicately stroke it up and down at a slow pace, “but if you stop,” Ifrit wanted to whine again when the movement stopped, “so will I. Understand?”

“Un- understand.” Ifrit heaved, willing his hips to stay still.

“Then let’s play.”

He fumbled for a bit trying to place his hands in the right spot as Alpha went back to his expectant stare.

The first parts of the song still went well, it was the part he knew best after all, having replayed it so many times because he had to constantly start over.

Alpha kept his promise and started working his hand up and down. It was a bit uncomfortable with how dry his hand was, but the good definitely outweighed the bad in Ifrit’s mind.

As the hand passed over the head of his cock, now moist with precum, his hand spasmed and he missed a note.

He tried playing it off at first, continuing along with the song, until he felt the movements on his dick stop. His eyes flicked to Alpha’s, whose expression said it all. He quickly scrambled to start over, momentarily forgetting which note came first.

When he eventually got going again he felt full body chills pass over his spine when the stimulation continued too.

The older fire ghoul thought this would work as enough encouragement. He knew Ifrit already knew the notes, he just had to learn how to actually play them all smoothly. The muscle memory would build up eventually, hence why he constantly made him start over.

The problem was that this way of motivation wasn’t nearly as effective as he had counted on. Again and again Ifrit would mess up the song, to the point that Alpha wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

That theory didn’t last too long however, since after about an hour of trying, the tears started.

“Please,” Ifrit whimpered pathetically when the hand came to a stop for what felt like the hundredth time, “please, Alpha.” He made a move to thrust his hips forward, only to be stopped with a strong hand holding him in place.

“If you want it, you can have it,” Ifrit perked up at the words with hopefulness, only to have that crushed when Alpha clarified; “Play the song.”

Granted, he was getting better. He managed to get further and further into the song, even when thinking was made ten times harder.

He even got close. So, so close to the end. Just a few more lines, just a few-

The note he produced made it sound like his guitar wasn’t even tuned properly. It was so far off from anything that belonged in that spot that he probably would’ve quit out of embarrassment if he had done that on stage.

Once more Alpha’s hand came to a stop, except this time Ifrit felt like it would be the death of him. He’d managed to control his crying for a little bit, but now all bets were off.

Regardless of the hand that still harshly held his hip, he tried with all his might to move. The tears flowed freely, sobs shaking his chest as his hands desperately fell from his guitar to clutch at Alpha’s shoulders.

“Please… please, please, Alpha, I can’t- I-“

“You can and you will.”

“No!” He cried, “I’ll be good. I’ll get it soon, but please…” His words trailed off into a symphony of desperate gasps and whimpers, his brain officially shutting off.

Alpha studied the pained expression carefully. He revelled in it. His hand started again, but slowly, slower than he even did at the beginning. Ifrit’s head flew back, “You’ll get it, you say?” The bigger ghoul taunted.

“Yes! Prom- promise,” The response was immediate, “So good… So, so good. Thank you…” He whispered.

What a polite ghoul, Alpha chuckled internally. He’d reached a point where his own arousal was getting hard to ignore. He tried forcing himself to remain mostly stoic, but the cracks were a trying to show. Perhaps, he’d just let Ifrit have this. He could go back to being strict later.

At last he allowed himself to speed up the movements of his hand. Ifrit wouldn’t even have been able to play the whole song in the time it took him to get to the edge.

“Go ahead, baby ghoul.” Alpha purred his permission.

The command was followed not a second after it was uttered. The screaming moan would echo through his mind for ages to come. He’d tried to aim Ifrit’s climax away as much as possible, but most ended up landing on his pants anyway.

His stare stayed on Ifrit’s face, waiting for him to calm down. His chest expanded at lightning speed, trying to catch his breath.

When he looked alright, Alpha spoke again, “Look what you did.” He deepened his voice again, nodding his head towards the new stain on his bottoms.

Ifrit’s eyes shot towards the spot. His tongue peaked out of his mouth to lick his dry lips, “I’m sorry,” He removed the guitar from his lap and carefully set it down beside him, before getting onto his hands and knees on the floor, “Let me fix that.” It was his turn to maintain eye contact, his tongue coming out fully to drag along the dirtied spot.

They didn’t practise any further that day, although the next time they did, Ifrit kept his promise and played the song flawlessly. As touring started and the two stayed mostly within their own packs, they slowly lost most contact. But to this day anytime Ifrit sees Alpha in the halls, his classic stare and quiet greeting nod, he can’t stop his knees from buckling.

[My masterlist]

[swiftgreatest]

Daylight | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

request by anon: "Heyy i loved the eddie oneshot you made!! So i wanted to ask if i can request another eddie roundtree x reader inspired by daylight by taylor swift, especially this part " And I can still see it all (in my head)/ Back and forth from New York (sneaking in your bed)" ?? Thank uu, love your writing <3"

a/n: hello!! I'm so happy to write a one shot based on taylor swift song, I LOVE THIS WOMAN!!!!! i love her lyrics she's fantastic. so thanks for request, hope u like.

words: 3.5k

Drowning your sorrows with alcohol in a random bar in Los Angeles was not what you expected for the weekend. In fact, you expected much more. Being with the one you loved and who claimed to love you was what you wanted, watching random movies, kissing, comforting each other was all you wanted. But he didn't want that, in fact he didn't want only you.

You were cursing yourself for never noticing, all the times he ran away, ignored calls, made excuses, it was all in your face and you couldn't see it. You thought this was the one, your happy ending, the one you would love until the last day of your life, the one with whom you would share every part of your life. But it wasn't.

He betrayed and abandoned you, put you in his sea of illusions and lies, only to find someone else and abandon you. The love that you thought would take care of you and love you, the famous red love, romantic love, was actually a pack of lies, pretenses and betrayals.

You have never felt so used and hurt as you do now, it's as if you were trapped in a 20-year dark night, with no way out, no light, nothing to help you or guide you out of this darkness, everything was black and white for you.

As you were about to order another drink for the barman, a man sat down on the stool next to you. He was tall and handsome, his hair was a shade of blond with a bit of brown, his brown eyes watched you and with his slightly reddish mouth he smiled at you, he already had a beer in his hand and asked you for another, you arched your eyebrow in confusion and he finally spoke to you.

"Sorry I didn't even ask if you like beer.

"No problem, I like this stuff a lot" You pointed to the bottle, you were a little drunk but still understood what was going on around you and were aware of your mind.

"Well, my name is Eddie, Eddie Roundtree." He held out his hand and you shook it back, the way he introduced himself was different like he was used to people recognizing him or something, you even stopped to think for a moment and analyzed him. Who he was or who he could be.

Being an actress, working mostly in plays and musicals, you knew many famous people in various fields, actresses, actors, musicians of all styles and even other types of artists, so you tried to think if he was one of those artists. The style was typical of the rock movement, but many people followed that style.

"Y/N L/N. Have we met before?"

"No, but I think you may have heard some of my band's music" So he was a musician but that didn't help you "You know, The Six..." Oh so you recognized it.

"Oh, Daisy Jones and The Six! I remember that" You met them with Honeycomb, that song stayed in your head for months and when Aurora was released you were quick to buy a record for yourself. "Oooh we can make a good thing baaad" You sang, it was a bit of a disaster because you were a bit drunk, your voice was better than that but you allowed yourself to laugh at yourself singing like that to a guy you just met.

Eddie laughed at that, his voice came out a little slurred with the music and he loved that, he even sang the next part with you, and you both ended up laughing together at each other. You clicked very quickly. You started talking to him, about the band, the songs, and the current Aurora tour.

After that Eddie started telling you about his career, how he was a guitar player in the beginning of the band and then a bass player, he also told you about music, how it was something important in his life and how he intends to work with music forever.

"But I talked a lot about myself, what about you? Tell me about you?"

You told him all about yourself, every little detail, and Eddie listened to everything with excitement and curiosity, he saw you in the bar and thought you were the most charming woman he had ever seen, there was no way he could resist, and now each thing you said he was more fascinated by you.

From your life as an attendant in a market to the stages of Broadway and other theaters, you told your whole story to the bass player. He was surprised that you were an actress and was dying to see you perform, he was sure you were amazing.

With every word you said about your work, Eddie could see how passionate you were about your profession, passionate about what you did, and you had a great passion that he found beautiful as well as everything about you.

Between talking about your lives and other things, you and Eddie talked about the most varied subjects, it was as if you were old friends who had met and already knew each other's life story. The conversation was wonderful, you never felt so caught up and excited in a conversation with someone as you did with Eddie and you had only known him a few hours. You spent so many hours talking that the bartenders had to kick you out because they had to close, and you were the last ones to stay.

The musician and you left the bar laughing, who could imagine being thrown out of such a place? Nevertheless, this event didn't spoil the evening, nothing could. And who knew that you would have so much fun on a night that began full of sadness and disappointment. You were so happy that you met Eddie, he was like a light bringing clarity and joy to your evening.

After you left the bar, Eddie called a cab for you because neither he nor you could drive after drinking alcohol. You got into the cab and he leaned out the window to talk to you.

"So when will we see each other again? You were surprised at yourself for saying that sentence, it was so fast you couldn't even think, it seemed strange, you had just ended a relationship and were already going out with a guy? But this is your life, so you make the rules here and live as you like.

"Whenever you want, for you I am always at your disposal..." Roundtree smiled as he stared at you, he looked at your mouth, then at your eyes and you did the same to him. But he couldn't do that yet, you hadn't even had a decent first date and you had been drinking a lot and he wanted to do it sober.

You took a piece of paper from your purse and wrote your phone number "Call me, I'll be waiting for you rock star" You kissed the paper before handing it to him. After that you told the driver to go and waved to Eddie as the car pulled away. And if you had looked back any longer you would have seen Eddie kissing the paper with your number on it and looking at it like a winning ticket.

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Everyone looked worse in the light

There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven

I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

Many months passed after that, there were many meetings, kisses, moments, jokes and conversations, but you remember everything in your mind. From your first meeting at the movies to when Eddie introduced you to his friends, the guys in the band loved you, everyone was kind and polite and you liked all of them, except Billy. Eddie told you some things about Billy before you met, but you left it to your own opinions without influence from anyone. So in your own judgment you didn't like Billy Dunne, nothing about him pleased you, his arrogant and smug air made you feel sorry for those who had to live with him every day.

But apart from that, you and the band created a good relationship, you became very close to Karen and she even revealed to you her relationship with Graham, you were happy but not surprised anyone could see how much the guitarist liked the keyboard player and you think they are cute. You also became very close to Warren the drummer was very happy that his friend had found a girl, especially one as special as you, so you became friends and you even saw Rollerball with him once.

Between the trips you had to make for your job to perform in theaters around the country, Eddie also had to travel for the Aurora tour, so from one city to another you would meet up when your schedules matched or you got a break and when you couldn't Roundtree would call you every day after the shows, this was like a rule to him, he wouldn't sleep or rest without talking to you, in fact he doesn't even know if he could because your voice calmed him down and talking to you made him forget about the problems of the tour.

On one of your days off you joined the band to go to Pittsburgh. Eddie was very excited about this trip, he talked about it for weeks and his joy was contagious. He really wanted you to see the city where he was born, and to meet his family, especially his grandmother. The bassist talked a lot about his family and all he wanted was to introduce the person he was completely in love with to the most important people in his life, his family.

The trip to Pittsburgh was good, you talked with Lisa, Warren's girlfriend for a while until you felt tired and you and your boyfriend went to sleep, you were in armchairs close to each other so he only had to put his arms around you and you put your head against his chest to sleep. You slept soundly feeling safe in each other's company and didn't even notice that Camila took a picture of you. She gave the picture to you a few days after the unveiling saying how cute you both were. And now you carry that picture with you everywhere you go.

The days in Pittsburgh were the best, Eddie was so happy, you fell in love with his family and the city, it was all so comforting, everyone was so kind to you. Eddie's family loved you, they were very loving, you spent the days talking to Eddie's grandmother, she was very kind, you formed a great friendship and Eddie was very happy about it. To see you with his grandmother at the show in Pittsburgh was very important for him.

But not everything was perfect, in the show Billy Dunne stole Eddie's part in Daisy's solo. In front of everyone, your whole hometown, your friends, your family, you. You spent the whole night after the show consoling your boyfriend, after the show was over you realized how upset he was, you were spending the days at his family's house so when you came back and went into Eddie's old bedroom, where you were sleeping, you hugged him and he started to cry.

He was so tired of being belittled, manipulated and used, he had so much talent but all he got was depreciation. Being in the band was a dream for him, but he never imagined that a dream could become a nightmare. You knew about what Billy was doing, about re-recording Eddie's basses and how he always belittled the bass player and other members of his own band, you were disgusted by that man.

"He couldn't have done that, not here in Pittsburgh, in front of my grandmother, in front of you. You sat on the bed as you continued to hold each other, his face was on your neck and you felt his tears on your skin, you were moving his hair trying to reassure him, it broke your heart to see him like that.

"He's an asshole. I know how much you want to prove to people how talented you are, but you don't have to prove anything to anyone, it's not your job." You pulled his face away from your neck to look him in the eyes "Your grandma knows how talented you are, your family knows it, your town knows it, and I know it Eddie, we're all proud of you.

"I know my love, but I can't understand how such a horrible person as that guy can get anything he wants, or do anything he wants and nobody says anything. I wish I could make him feel the same way, excluded, despised, ignored, he deserves it."

"Don't let this bad feeling consume you, it will only break you, or worse, it will make you just like Billy, a person who is so broken inside that he needs to belittle and break the people around him to feel better or superior. You are not like that Eddie, you are bigger than that, your music and passion is bigger than all that.

And it was looking into your eyes at that moment, inside your childhood bedroom, with the curtains open where the window allowed the moonlight to shine on you, that the bass player had an epiphany, a confirmation of how everything you had was something so precious and unique, that he wanted it forever, to be with someone who supported and loved him the way he was with all the flaws and faults, a love that told the truth but would never say good-bye

You once told Eddie that he was like daylight, that he brightened your days, cleared your thoughts and brought you out of a dark night of twenty years, and that now with him you could only see daylight with him. He had never understood that, until today.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night

And now, I see daylight

I only see daylight

Sometimes life changes so fast that when we stop and look back we think how real was it? How much we felt and all that we experienced. It's crazy how fast the night can change. And that's what happened in your life and in Eddie's life.

After the Pittsburgh show the tension in the band increased, everyone was uncomfortable and in trouble, except Warren. Eddie was at his limit and you knew it, when he told you that he was leaving the band, you were sad for him, because you knew that this was his dream and he dedicated so much of himself, but you respected his decision and supported him in it, all you wanted was for him to be okay.

And your boyfriend really admired this in you. In the beginning he was afraid to tell you that he was leaving the band, he was insecure, the band was the only thing he had, he was afraid that you would see him in a different way now that he was not part of one of the biggest bands in rock. And he was relieved when nothing changed, you still believed in him and his talent.

You still remember the day after the Chicago show, you were at your home in New York. Last night Eddie didn't call you as usual and you were very worried, you called but he didn't answer. Then in the afternoon when the thoughts were troubling you, your apartment doorbell rang and you answered. At the door was Eddie, with a suitcase and a black eye, the only thing he said to you was "It's over" and you understood everything. You cared for him that night, you loved him, supported him, and cared for him.

In the months after the breakup, Eddie surprised you. He bought a new apartment, a bigger one than you had, a place of your own, where you could be who you were and love each other the way you wanted. Starting to live with Eddie was amazing, you had a great life, waking up with daylight shining on you, cooking meals together and making messes, sneaking in your bed, Eddie helping you rehearse lines for the plays you were in.

It was so funny, he was always so dramatic in his lines and so expressive, you laughed at him most of the time and it made the work lighter. Roundtree went back to playing guitar, he went back to writing, making some songs and meeting new bands, labels and musicians. And this is how Eddie slowly entered the world of music production. He got a job at a record company and became the producer of a hard rock band that was starting up.

After the first album, the band took off and Eddie's work was recognized, so the record company called him to produce other music and other artists and this is how he established himself as a popular and good music producer. You couldn't even describe how happy you were, you were so happy that Eddie would continue with his dream, you were afraid that he would quit music after the band and when he started producing music you could see how excited and happy he was, so you were happy too.

You accompanied him to all his events and he did the same with you, without the touring life he had more time now, so he went to all his shows and was your biggest fan as his co-workers said. His job remained the same and that's why you still need to travel.

And I can still see it all (in my mind)

All of you, all of me (intertwined)

I once believed love would be (black and white)

But it's golden (golden)

And I can still see it all (in my head)

Back and forth from New York (sneaking in your bed)

I once believed love would be (burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

And that's what you were doing now. Sitting in front of a dressing table in your dressing room, you were getting ready to go on stage. You were in Arizona performing your new play that was showing in several states. It had been a month since you had seen Eddie and it was so hard for you, you spent so much time together, it was like the time he went on tour, you kept calling and even exchanging letters. In some of them Eddie sent you some lyrics he wrote about you, writing music was something he never gave up and you were proud of it.

Now looking in the mirror, you think back to all the moments you remembered, the first time you saw each other, life with him in the era of The Six, building a life in New York. And you could only feel grateful and happy to have built such an amazing life next to someone you loved so much and who loved you with the same intensity. Real love, with difficulties and battles, but together you overcame everything and grew to become what you are today.

You smiled at the thought, and were so thoughtful that you didn't even notice when a production employee walked into your dressing room.

"Miss Y/N L/N, this came for you" He handed you a bouquet of flowers, they were yellow daffodils, they were beautiful.

"Oh, thank you so much, do you know who sent them?"

"No, but this note came with them" He handed you a small envelope "And you go on stage in 5 minutes" You nodded your head in agreement and he left, then you opened the note.

"I have traveled a long way just to see my star shine with my own eyes on this stage. Greetings from New York."

The note was unsigned but you already knew who it was from, you cracked a big smile, kissed the note and put it away with the bouquet. Then you came out of your dressing room and ran onto the stage. Lights were turned on and the curtains opened, and when you looked out into the audience there he was.

In all his glory, he was standing in the front row applauding you and smiling at you proudly, the man who changed your life, who taught you that love was golden, that love is about good things and not about making the other person feel belittled, the love of your life, your daylight.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

(Now I'm wide awake)

And now I see daylight (I see daylight), I only see daylight (Ah)

— — —

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[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

A combination of the carrion!sif au originally by @traumaboyexo, and an Au I was working on before, to add elements of AdventureQuest World's Astravia. Enjoy!

Act 1: A Movement in Black

Chapter 1

In the Darkness, the monster hides To escape it’s prey’s dread fearful cries Yet it yearns the strength to meet the light Will it find friendship, or simply strife?

◉ “Siffrin?”

You open your eyes slowly. You were having such a nice nap. Mirabelle is standing above you.

◉ “Good Morning! Well, more like, good afternoon, I guess… Were you taking a nap? That’s just like you… Only you could sleep peacefully at a time like this, hehe!”

You nod.

◉ “I guess that’s smart… We better get some rest while we can! We have to be ready tomorrow, so we can finally face the king!

Your too sleepy to talk. It’s too bright, even with mira looming over you. You close your eye again.

◉ “...Your still half asleep aren’t you?”

✦ “mrrg”

◉ “Hm… Ok, then… You can sleep a little longer, but not too long! Come to the village when your ready, Okay?”

You relax for just a bit more, listening to Mira’s steps away. She is right, you can’t sleep all day. Wake up Siffrin, you have a country to save.

You get up and pretend to stretch, double check and make sure Mira’s out of line of sight, then take a real stretch, hearing the snap of your bones and feel your skin stretch, before putting your body back into shape. Feels good to shuffle things around a little. After all, she’s right, your going to fight the king tomorrow. Better keep yourself in shape, figuratively and literally.

Once you’re sure you look human, you head on over into town. You pass by a bird, and hear it chirp. It’s a really nice note! F, you think? You mimic it, and start humming a tune to it’s key as you go. Mirabelle is waiting for you, and starts humming along for a few seconds as you approach her.

◉ “Sounds like you had a good nap Siffrin!”

✦ “Yeah, it was pretty good. Solid 9/10”

◉ “...Is it not a 10 because I woke you up?”

✦ “We’ll do better next time.”

◉ “I promise I’ll let you sleep in next time! So we can get the Elusive 10/10 score!!!”

You start getting ready to head into town when…

◉ “Oh wait! I had something I wanted to ask you!!!”

You stop and listen.

◉ “Um, I have an idea for tonight… This will be the night before we go fight the king, so I felt like we could make it special somehow… So, I was thinking, how about a sleepover? Let’s all eat good food together! Sleep in the same room! Maybe tell stories! I think there’s even a guitar in the clock-tower if you want to play something! It would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

That’s not really that different from what you usually do? The guitar bit is nice to know though! But she can see your not particularly excited…

◉ “Ah… you think it’s silly, don’t you? I’m sorry… I was trying to find something fun to do tonight, but that’s all I could think of… It was… It was a stupid idea, wasn’t it...? Maybe we should forget about it…”

Oh no, you can smell the anxiety coming off of her! YOU MADE MIRABELLE UPSET!!!! You quickly try and recover!

✦ “N-no I think it’s fun!!! Let’s do it!!!”

◉ “Are you sure...? Alright then… Um… So if we’re doing it, can you let everyone know...? I… I don’t think I could convince everyone…”

Well you guess you have to now, but you suppose you WERE going to go out and check up on everyone anyways. Mirabelle tells you where everyone is, and then hands you a reminder note ‘just in case’.

>>>

You go to the change god statue and pretend to pray. You don’t bother actually praying, you doubt a god would care for a monster like you. But you do reminisce a bit. It’s been quite a journey so far, even if it’s just been a few months.

It was almost a year ago that the king appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Possessing immense craft power, he spread his curse across Vaugarde, freezing in time everything in it’s path. With Dormont’s house of change under his control, he patiently waits, knowing the curse can only be reversed if he is defeated. Luckily for Vaugarde, There’s Mirabelle(◉). Your friend Mira is the only survivor of the house, and was given the ability to fight back the kings curse by presumably the change god. She was already questing for the orbs to unseal the house when you met her, some time after Isabeau(▲) and Odile(◆) had joined up. You saved them all from a particularly strong sadness while hunting, and they asked if you wanted to join. You didn’t have anything better to do, and decided to join them. A few weeks later, you met Bonnie(✿), rounding out your little group.

You saw a lot of Vaugarde during your travels. Quietly killed and ate a lot of sadnesses when the party wasn’t looking. Even as the kings curse got worse, you all kept going. They all had their own reasons, all really good. But you just joined because there was nothing better to do. You might be a monster, but you still felt you could help. What else could you do?

Once Mirabelle asked if you were okay, following them on a journey to save the country. She felt guilty, like she was forcing everyone to follow her on a hopeless quest. You wanted to put her at ease, so you said easily, and truthfully that traveling with everyone is the happiest you could remember being. She seemed upset. You cringe just thinking about it. Wasn’t exactly considerate of her situation. Talking is so hard. Well regardless, one way or another, your journey will be over tomorrow.

>>>

You finish talking to Isabeau and decide to go to the favor tree. As it looms above you, you walk closer, to find an appropriate leaf. You know how this works like the back of your hand, and a leaf is the first step. As you pick up the leaf, you think. This wishing ritual is probably very taxed right now. It’s really popular, with so many people wanting Vaugarde to be saved. The tree is already probably struggling to grant that one as is, drawing as much as it can from the stars. You should make a small wish, one that won’t be too hard. You don’t want to take anything away from a wish as big as salvation. A solution to the hunger is too big, and you’ve been handling it well enough so far. So what to wish for instead…

You have some ideas. But which one to go for? You also need to be specific, to help things out.… You remember that Isa’s comment about being a clothing designer. You’ve liked traveling with Isabeau. You joke a lot, but never talk about important things. Your glad to have heard that dream. You’d like to have the chance to play human at least long enough to see that dream come to fruition, and trying out some of his clothes would be really nice. Being able to have a keepsake of this party would mean a lot, and being able to see him smile from you wearing something he made would make you so happy. You honestly want to see where all of them end up. You want to stay with them!

You breath the wish into the leaf three times, fold it closed, and gently let the leaf go. There! That should be simple enough for the tree to handle, and can be done later too. Though, you swear you felt something when you made that wish. Probably just them marking you for later.

>>>

▲ “Phew, Bonbon… That was DE-LI-CIOUS!”

◆ “You keep getting better at cooking, Boniface. Those Samosas were fantastic.”

✿ “Really, it wasn’t bad? You liked it? I-I MEAN, OF COURSE IT WAS DELICIOUS. I’m a master cooker, you know!!!”

◆ “Chef”

✿ “I’m a chef cooker!!!”

◉ “That was the perfect meal Bonnie! We’ll all sleep well and have plenty of energy tomorrow!”

▲ “It was almost too much, to be honest… I don’t think I can move”

(You could have eaten WAY more. You ate a few sadnesses on the way here, but Bonnies cooking is so much better! They even made sure to get plenty of meat for you. Every bit counts.)

▲ “Aw Sif, your still hungry?” ✿ “You eat so much Sif! You REALLY like my cooking! Here have some more”

Bonnie throws a carrot slice at you, and you catch it with your mouth. Non-meats aren’t great for you, but you can digest them eventually, and they taste great!

◆ “I’m just going to hope you don’t get stomach problems. Your diet is so strange. I don’t even know how you fit that much food inside you.”

✦ “I’m a growing kid.”

▲ “Your older then most people here?!?”

✦ (Winks cutely)

>>>

It’s the day to fight the king. You all easily went through the first sadnesses, reviewing tactics to assuage Mirabelle. You did make sure everyone was patched up after, so the smell of blood won’t distract you. But so far things are looking pretty good, until Mirabelle suddenly stops you all.

◉ “WAIT!!!”

✿ “Gwah!!! What? What is it?”

◉ “Sorry for screaming, sorry, sorry! Um, I, um… I… don’t know if this is relevant, but… I, um… I recognize this corridor.”

◆ “Oh?”

◉ “I recognize it… The head housemaiden of this house used to warn us about it… I think… I think she called it the ‘Death Corridor’!!!”

▲ “Oh that sounds bad!”

◉ “The house may be a safe building, but with the king here, some traps may have been activated…”

✦ “Sounds like a job for me.”

▲ “Protect us oh trap master!”

You start taking a look, and pull out your tinkering tools, in case you find something. Maybe there will even be spare parts you can use! That said, there’s not much in this hallway the trap could be hiding in though, save a couple pillars. You doubt a peaceful place like the house has anything too complicated, so if there’s a switch, it’d be somewhere easy to reach and locate. So Pillars it is! You go around checking each pillar, and end up finding nothing. Oh well. Better reassure Mira.

◉ “So? So??? Are we safe? We’re not safe, are we, this is the Death Corridor…”

✦ “Don’t worry, It’s fine. There’s nothing weird here.”

◉ “But there must be!!!”

▲ “Aw, Mira…”

✿ “Belle, Belle, don’t worry about it. Frin might not be good at much, but they know stuff about traps.”

Hey.

◆ “Right, If we can’t trust in Siffrin’s capabilities NOW, it doesn’t bode well for later…”

HEY

◉ “But, but—”

✦ “We’re not dead yet right? We’ve been in here a bit, and I’ve walked the whole room, if there was anything, it would’ve triggered by now.”

▲ “Exactly! It’s all fine!”

◉ “Oh…… yeah! Yeah, Okay! I’ll believe you! Sorry… for worrying… I’m a little on edge…”

✦ “We’re good Mira. See?”

✦ “Everything’s fine.”

With a sudden click, you realize too late something rushing down towards you, until you feel your entire body being crushed. Your bones cracking, your muscles flattened, you can’t muster the strength to stop it, you can’t even escape! As you feel the weight slowly crush your core, You feel a tug on your heart

《《《《《《《《《《《《

Huh?

◉ “Siffrin?”

You open your eyes. Mirabelle is standing above you.

◉ “Good Morning! Well, more like, good afternoon, I guess… Were you taking a nap? That’s just like you… Only you could sleep peacefully at a time like this, hehe!”

◉ “I guess that’s smart… We better get some rest while we can! We have to be ready tomorrow, so we can finally face the king!

You just stare at her.

◉ “...Your still half asleep aren’t you?”

◉ “Hm… Ok, then… You can sleep a little longer, but not too long! Come to the village when your ready, Okay?”

… huh? HUH?? Hold on…

DID YOU JUST DIE??

You did! You think!? You went into the house, got crushed by a rock, and now your back in the meadow, back in dormont, and what Mirabelle just said to you, waking you up, was very familiar??? But ARGH! The trap, the trap!!! You idiot! You stupid fool! You didn’t take it seriously, you KNEW you were still adjusting to only using one eye, you should have used the real eyes! They wouldn’t have noticed, and instead you got taken out IMMEDIATELY! You didn’t even get a chance to see the king!!! Your job is to be lookout, to be the perceptive, fast one, and you couldn’t even get that right and you DIED. Can’t even be a monster right and survive stuff like that because you didn’t hunt enough food beforehand!!! You hold back an unholy screech of frustration as you squirm and writhe within your own skin, your stomach hurts and you feel like your going to break and STARS you’re USELESS!!!

Ok… Your over it now. You take a deep breath iiiiiiiin. and ouuuuuuut. You take your shaking body, and press yourself against the grass, settling yourself into place.

Ok. You died. That’s one thing. But now your alive. And it’s apparently the day before. You went... back in time? Ok, that makes sense. Well not really, but maybe it’ a monster thing? At least you were in the lead. Judging by where you were, you doubt the trap got anyone else. Your glad it wasn’t any of the real people. Just the monster.

But… Your back… How? Why? And… Can you change things?

...Back to work Siffrin. You have a country to save.

When you get the chance, come to the favor tree. We have much to discuss!

...Was that a voice in your head? Ok, that’s unexpected. You suppose you’ll head there, but first things first, you have to chat with Mirabelle...

>>>

So far so good. You confirmed with the talk with Mira that you can change things, and that others don’t seem to remember. But, scientific method, you should do something with Isabeau too, but to make sure. And maybe you can speed things up? You can talk to him a little later, but you need to find out who the hell that voice was. It could be dangerous, you don't know if you attracted the attention of something bad. Regardless, you need to deal with it quickly, and don't want Isa at risk. Hm. Something like…

✦ “Hey, Isa, I need to do the favor tree thing!”

▲ “Oh! No problem, I’ll get out of your way. Feel free to chat later!”

Success! Though, you don’t like socially shoving him to the side like that. You’ll apologize later, and ask if there’s anything weird. But for now, you need to check out the favor tree. Cautiously, with a hand on your dagger, you get close and start searching around, not seeing anything. When suddenly...

In a flash of Red, a being appears before you. They sit on the tree, dressed on a suit like the conductor of an orchestra, the chest open revealing a glowing star, their hands windows into a night sky. And their face stares at you, with long glowing white hair floating around a lightless mask, revealing only their eyes.

✦ “Uh, hello, stranger.”

✸ “… Hello, stranger.”

[rustboxstarr]

Snow Day Shenanigans

Pairings: Eddie Munson X Plus sized Girlfriend Reader,

Warnings: Pure Fluff!, blurb, dry humping, kissing, talk of masturbation, slightly suggestive

Summary: Eddie will not stop fkn singing when you're trying to have a hot makeout sesh!

A/N: Aight so I did this when i was making out with a girl but to fkn ICP (Insane Clown Posse) and she thought it was hilarious so I just had to write it here, hope yall enjoy.

Wordcount: 700

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Laid on your back in the comfort of your boyfriend's bed is how you spent the cold snow day. A snow storm had broken out the night before and you were unable to make it home, no buses went and Eddie couldn't even get his van out of the makeshift driveway. His Uncle Wayne couldnt make his way home from work in time before the storm reached its peak and stayed with a coworker who only lived a few minutes away from the plant. 

Snow drifted down violently outside the window while a white mist lingered over the town of hawkins. Eddie's bed was made and the heater was on full blast. As you lay underneath him, warm kisses to your lips wrapped up in a warm sweater with sweat and fluffy socks on the both of you, the whole scene felt magical. Music played on a speaker propped up on Eddie's desk. 

The familiar notes of Master of Puppets played on Electric guitar played at a moderate volume on the other side of the room. As Eddie lay nestled between your thighs as his hips moved softly back and forth against your core at a steady pace. The past 20 minutes you had layd like this, just kissing and practically dry humping each other. 

He couldn't help himself when the notes of his favorite song played, he began trying to match his movements to the beat of the music, awkwardly. He missed beats and awkwardly waited for an in for him to start again. 

“What are you doing?” you pulled away and leaned into the pillows. “What? Oh nothing” he grinned. He finally found the beat and adjusted his pace. 

“Are you actually humping me to the beat of Metallica right now?” you grimaced. 

“Pfff, what? I wouldn't” Before you could say anything he shut you up by connecting his lips to yours and searching for entrance with his tongue. 

Just as James Hetfeild began singing Eddie ripped away from you. You frowned, shocked till you saw Eddie violently mouthing the words “End of passion play, crumbling away!” He played air guitar as he sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of him. 

You rolled your eyes as he continued “I'm your source of self-destruction”

“Stop!” you whined trying to grasp hold of his hand and pull you back to him. 

“Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear” he pulled away from you and began headbanging vigorously. 

“UGH” you groaned as Eddie began singing along “Leading on your death's construction”

“Shut up!”

“Taste me you will see” you lightly pushed him back. 

“More is all you need” he breathed the next line as he stumbled upwards to sit back up. 

“Dedicated toooo” he sang falsely. 

“Would you shut up and kiss me?!” you voiced loudly over his obnoxious singing. 

“How I'm killing youuuuu” As the short instrumental started he leaned down and planted a very sloppy and quick kiss to your lips before flinging back up and resuming his air guitar skills. 

“Come crawling faster” he started up again. 

“Alright, I'm going to the toilet” you shouted. 

“Obey your master” Eddie continued singing. 

“Get off you big lug!” That's when you pushed him off the bed with the help of your right leg and then kicked him the rest of the way to the floor with both feet. He groaned as he fell onto the carpet. 

“Yeah that's what you get!”

You walked out the door, “On second thought” you peeped through the door where Eddie awkwardly got off the floor. “I may as well have a quick wank since im not getting anything from you” you stuck your tongue out and shut the door, making your way to the bathroom. 

“Oh no you dont!” Eddie scrambled to his feet and ripped the door open. Tackling you as you just stepped over the threshold of the bathroom door. You squealed at the action as you were carried awkwardly back to Eddie's room. You struggled and wiggled till you fell out his grasp right onto the floor. “Let me wank!” you shouted while laughing madly. 

Eddie fell to the floor on top of you, holding onto your face as he sank his face into yours, kissing you deeply. “Alright alright I'll stop singing” he caved as you adjusted yourself on the floor to accommodate him between your legs. You let him continue kissing you until you finally made your way back to the bedroom to resume your shenanigans. 

[deafeningmoontragedy]

Snow Day Shenanigans

Pairings: Eddie Munson X Plus sized Girlfriend Reader,

Warnings: Pure Fluff!, blurb, dry humping, kissing, talk of masturbation, slightly suggestive

Summary: Eddie will not stop fkn singing when you're trying to have a hot makeout sesh!

A/N: Aight so I did this when i was making out with a girl but to fkn ICP (Insane Clown Posse) and she thought it was hilarious so I just had to write it here, hope yall enjoy.

Wordcount: 700

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Laid on your back in the comfort of your boyfriend's bed is how you spent the cold snow day. A snow storm had broken out the night before and you were unable to make it home, no buses went and Eddie couldn't even get his van out of the makeshift driveway. His Uncle Wayne couldnt make his way home from work in time before the storm reached its peak and stayed with a coworker who only lived a few minutes away from the plant. 

Snow drifted down violently outside the window while a white mist lingered over the town of hawkins. Eddie's bed was made and the heater was on full blast. As you lay underneath him, warm kisses to your lips wrapped up in a warm sweater with sweat and fluffy socks on the both of you, the whole scene felt magical. Music played on a speaker propped up on Eddie's desk. 

The familiar notes of Master of Puppets played on Electric guitar played at a moderate volume on the other side of the room. As Eddie lay nestled between your thighs as his hips moved softly back and forth against your core at a steady pace. The past 20 minutes you had layd like this, just kissing and practically dry humping each other. 

He couldn't help himself when the notes of his favorite song played, he began trying to match his movements to the beat of the music, awkwardly. He missed beats and awkwardly waited for an in for him to start again. 

“What are you doing?” you pulled away and leaned into the pillows. “What? Oh nothing” he grinned. He finally found the beat and adjusted his pace. 

“Are you actually humping me to the beat of Metallica right now?” you grimaced. 

“Pfff, what? I wouldn't” Before you could say anything he shut you up by connecting his lips to yours and searching for entrance with his tongue. 

Just as James Hetfeild began singing Eddie ripped away from you. You frowned, shocked till you saw Eddie violently mouthing the words “End of passion play, crumbling away!” He played air guitar as he sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of him. 

You rolled your eyes as he continued “I'm your source of self-destruction”

“Stop!” you whined trying to grasp hold of his hand and pull you back to him. 

“Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear” he pulled away from you and began headbanging vigorously. 

“UGH” you groaned as Eddie began singing along “Leading on your death's construction”

“Shut up!”

“Taste me you will see” you lightly pushed him back. 

“More is all you need” he breathed the next line as he stumbled upwards to sit back up. 

“Dedicated toooo” he sang falsely. 

“Would you shut up and kiss me?!” you voiced loudly over his obnoxious singing. 

“How I'm killing youuuuu” As the short instrumental started he leaned down and planted a very sloppy and quick kiss to your lips before flinging back up and resuming his air guitar skills. 

“Come crawling faster” he started up again. 

“Alright, I'm going to the toilet” you shouted. 

“Obey your master” Eddie continued singing. 

“Get off you big lug!” That's when you pushed him off the bed with the help of your right leg and then kicked him the rest of the way to the floor with both feet. He groaned as he fell onto the carpet. 

“Yeah that's what you get!”

You walked out the door, “On second thought” you peeped through the door where Eddie awkwardly got off the floor. “I may as well have a quick wank since im not getting anything from you” you stuck your tongue out and shut the door, making your way to the bathroom. 

“Oh no you dont!” Eddie scrambled to his feet and ripped the door open. Tackling you as you just stepped over the threshold of the bathroom door. You squealed at the action as you were carried awkwardly back to Eddie's room. You struggled and wiggled till you fell out his grasp right onto the floor. “Let me wank!” you shouted while laughing madly. 

Eddie fell to the floor on top of you, holding onto your face as he sank his face into yours, kissing you deeply. “Alright alright I'll stop singing” he caved as you adjusted yourself on the floor to accommodate him between your legs. You let him continue kissing you until you finally made your way back to the bedroom to resume your shenanigans. 

[juni-aldaine123]

YOUR NAME/ tgswiiwagaa ; ayamitsu

✎ based on this: https://twitter.com/krititit/status/1780736593130869080

・❥・oneshot . fluff . oneshot . canon universe . canon compliant . the green yuri manga

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At the first signs of the evening fading into the night, Mitsuki realised that it was time to close the shop. There had been many customers today as new albums had arrived this morning, but now that their limited stocks of deluxe editions had dwindled the onslaught of clients had decreased too. They could open up earlier than usual tomorrow, if need be.

"Need a hand, Koga-san?" she heard Aya's cheery voice.

"I'll appreciate it Oosawa-san!" she called back, and went about tidying the shop. Her uncle had left it in her care for the evening as he had to go somewhere, no doubt on an impromptu date, with Kanna-san.

She guided Aya with the boxes and where she ought to place them and began sweeping the floors. Aya, now familiar with the shop, got out one of the deluxe edition CDs of the latest album of Linkin Park- Papercuts- and set it in the music player system. It had been long since she last heard a Linkin Park creation. Soon the sounds of metal clashing could be heard in the air as Aya was jamming with the music, singing her heart out.

"What do you think Koga-san? Isn't their new album so cool?!" Mitsuki could feel Aya's excitement embracing her, really, that girl's laughter was infectious, and before Mitsuki had a chance to supress her own share of giggles Aya started making exaggerating movements- like strumming the chords of a guitar in thin air, hammering a drum, and playing the notes of an electronic keyboard- and soon peals of laughter wouldn't stop slipping past Mitsuki's lips.

"Oh- oh my god- What are you doing Aya!" Mitsuki couldn't keep her chuckles at bay, but when she saw how Aya had stilled into a statue and was staring at her with an unreadable gaze she willed herself to stop. Only then did she realise the abruptness of predicament she'd landed them both into.

"I- Oosawa- Oosawa-san. I didn't mean to-" And hurt flashed past Aya's eyes for a split second that Mitsuki might've thought she had imagined had she not been looking at her.

"I mean- I shouldn't have called you by your- your first name," she clarified, but Aya still looked upset at her admission. "Without your permission," she finished and saw Aya considerably relax at that knowledge. Mitsuki wondered how closely had she been staring at Aya that she even knew when the girl was feeling upset and when she'd felt assured, but she tried not to let it bother her too much. Now her primary concern was to make sure Aya didn't misunderstand her intentions.

"It's a force of habit you see. Onii-san?" she said helplessly, hoping that Aya would get the hint and soon enough recognition dawned on her face.

"Ah yes. As Onii-san you called me Aya. Not Oosawa." 'And I wish you'd never stopped calling me Aya,' remained unspoken.

"I don't mind. Not at all." she smiled, though, Mitsuki noticed, it didn't reach her eyes like it always did.

"In fact-" Aya made her way towards her and Mitsuki steeled herself for what was about to come next. "We've been friends for quite a while, no? It is only right that we call each other by our first names now. What do you say….Mit-suki?" Aya hesitated, playing with the syllables of Mitsuki's name and liking the way they sounded in her voice. Mitsuki might've liked it too, if she considered the way the ravenette kept glancing between her lips and eyes.

"So Aya-san-"

"Just Aya please." She shook her head in mock admonition. She'd long since wanted to go past the boundaries of formalities but held back because she hoped Mitsuki would make the first move. Now that Mitsuki had broken the barrier Aya won't hold back her feelings. Though she would never overwhelm the other girl. Her happiness was what she wanted the most over everything else, even the call of her name. She cautiously tried to gauge her reaction and when Mitsuki didn't seem uncomfortable at the prospect of a new sense of familiarity between them let out a silent sigh of gratitude.

"Your name, it sounds nice."

"When you say it? Yeah, it does." The song had finished but neither Aya nor Mitsuki realised, too lost in each other's eyes.

"That's not what I-" Mitsuki was the first to break eye contact, but Aya quickly placed herself back under Mitsuki's attention. Her earnest gaze broke the last of Mitsuki's defences.

"You're right. Maybe we should've said it sooner."

[voicesfromnowhere]

Day 2 - Guitar - @hellcheerweek

Read on AO3

Rated 16+ , nothing explicit, suggestive themes towards the end

Watching Eddie play guitar was one of Chrissy’s favorite things to do. She’d learned that different guitars gave Eddie a different persona, in a sense. His Warlock, aka his baby, gave him a swagger and confidence that would rival any big band Eddie had shown her. He would jump around the stage while his fingers flew across the frets, bringing out notes in quick succession that seemed impossible to achieve. It made Eddie look like he’d ascended to another dimension.

His older, slightly beat up electric guitar made him a bit more serious. Eddie would typically play that guitar when he was coming up with new ideas or just wanted something to do with his hands. He’d told Chrissy that it was the first guitar he’d bought on his own in a pawn shop on his first big trip with Wayne back in the day. When Eddie held this guitar, he seemed at ease and nostalgic, simply relaxed and hoping for good ideas to flow.

Last, there was Eddie’s acoustic guitar. The wood was a deep black and at some point Eddie had emblazoned the words “THIS MACHINE SLAYS DRAGONS” on it. He’d told Chrissy it came from Woody Guthrie, one of Wayne’s favorite musicians, who’d done the same to his guitar back in the day. The guitar had even been Wayne’s but once Eddie had shown interest in playing, Wayne had told him to make it his own. Chrissy could see a young, curly headed Eddie in her mind painting the guitar with concentration, wanting to make his uncle proud of him. Knowing that each guitar was special in its own way is why Chrissy was feeling nervous at this very moment.

She was holding the acoustic guitar carefully in her arms, afraid that one wrong move would ruin it as she sat like a statue on Eddie’s bed. They had been casually talking about the difference between all three guitars when Chrissy had mentioned that she kinda wished she could learn how to play. It was at that comment that Eddie’s eyebrows had raised, surprised that she would genuinely want to learn. He’d placed the guitar in her lap and run off to grab a pencil or something before she could even stop him, which is why Chrissy now found herself in this precarious position. Not wanting to accidentally drop it, she placed the guitar flat on her lap, facing up. She ran her fingers delicately over the strings, hearing them make quiet sounds as they quivered at the slight movement.

“Got it sweetheart.” Eddie burst back into the room with a pencil and a piece of paper in his hand, making Chrissy jump at the sudden sound. Noticing her flinch, Eddie smiled softly in apology. Sitting beside her, he set the piece of paper gently on top of the guitar. He’d drawn lines on the paper and began enthusiastically explaining himself.

“So, imagine these are the strings of the guitar,” he gestured to the lines, hands quivering in excitement. “And this thick one is the top string. The strings each have a letter name, right? If you start from the top and go down, it’s E, A, D, G, B, E. Got that?”

Chrissy was nodding while biting the inside of her lip, holding back a grin. Truthfully, she’d only heard about half of what he said, her attention instead focused on how cute Eddie looked when he was this excited. His hair flew into his face and he hurriedly swiped it out of his eyes. She realized a beat too late that he was waiting for her answer.

“Oh! Uh, yeah! The strings are E, A… uuhhh… then B?” She glanced at him sheepishly only to find him looking at her proudly. It took her breath away.

“E, A, D, G, B, E. It helps if you have a fun saying to go with the letters. Wanna hear mine?” He grinned like cat as she nodded again. “Eddie Eats Dynamite. Good Bye Eddie.”

Chrissy’s shoulders shook as she silently chuckled. “Very metal of you.”

“No comments from the peanut gallery.” He tapped her nose with the pencil eraser and Chrissy stared at him in mock horror. Holding up one hand and placing the other on the guitar, she made a promise.

“I swear that I shall be a good student and pay attention Mr. Munson.” Chrissy pretended not to notice how Eddie’s jaw went slack and how his eyes, slightly darker than before, roamed over her figure as she called him ‘Mr. Munson’. She also pretended not to notice how her thighs clenched together under the guitar as he watched her.

“Fine, you’re forgiven. But one more comment and you’ll find yourself in detention Miss Cunningham.” Before she could even process what the idea of detention with Eddie did to her, he was moving on and asking her to repeat the strings back to her.

After about ten minutes, Chrissy had the basics down. She knew the names of the strings, how to label the frets, and how to read very basic tabs. She now knew what a C-chord, G-chord, and F-chord looked like on paper. She was also discovering that knowing what they looked like on paper was completely different than actually being able to play the chords on the guitar. Trying to put her fingers in the perfect positions for a C-chord seemed easy in theory, but she was having trouble keeping one finger down while placing the other two. Forgetting their earlier banter, Chrissy was now consumed with concentration, her face scrunched up as she focused on her goal. However, she was quickly becoming frustrated.

“I don’t know how you do this Eddie! This one chord is almost impossible!”

“Here let me help sweetheart.” He softly came behind her, sweeping her arms into his and covering her hands with his much larger ones. Chrissy’s frustration fell away immediately at the contact, her brain no longer caring that she couldn’t manage to make the simplest chord of them all. Her body flushed and the feeling of Eddie’s fingers guiding her own made her mind conjure images of other places those fingers had been on her own body in the past.

Fighting her own internal dialogue, she attempted to pay close attention and was pretty successful. Eddie unknowingly made this extremely difficult when he swept her hair behind her ear so he could murmur instructions to her, pulling her closer into the space between his legs to hold her more naturally. How could he not see how distracting he was?

Once Chrissy’s fingers were in place, Eddie gently let go and told her to strum. Her eyebrows furrowed again, knowing this was either going to sound okay, or absolutely terrible. Taking a breath, she squeezed her fingers tightly around the neck of the guitar, and gave the strings a quick strum with the other hand. The sound from the guitar was… well, to be fair it wasn’t anything great, but it was a sound that was close to a C-chord. Hearing her somewhat passable attempt made her heart flutter with excitement. She looked back at Eddie, thrilled that she hadn’t completely failed, her cheeks hurting from how big her smile was.

Before she could even ask how she did, Eddie’s lips had found hers in a hungry kiss. The kiss was quick and hard, with Eddie’s hand coming to grip the hair at the nape of Chrissy’s neck while his tongue swept along her bottom lip. The fire simmering low in her belly licked its was through her core, igniting the desire that had been building throughout the entire lesson. As quickly as it started though, it ended, with Chrissy whimpering as he pulled away from her. Her chest was heaving with heavy breaths and she leaned in, wanting to chase his lips and capture them again. Needing more, Chrissy moved the guitar off of her lap and sat it onto the bed. With her newfound freedom, she quickly turned to face Eddie and threw a leg over his lap to straddle him.

“I thought you said that you were going to pay attention Miss Cunningham.“ Eddie whispered the words into her neck as her hands smoothed down his wild hair.

“That was before the teacher chose to kiss his student Mr. Munson. Guess you’ll have to give me a detention after all. Maybe you can even tutor me on what the proper fingering looks like for other chords.” Hearing him groan at the playful suggestion, Chrissy tightened her grip on his hair.

“What am I going to do with you?” Eddie spoke the words along her jawline, making her shiver.

Watching Eddie play guitar was one of Chrissy’s favorite things to do, but watching Eddie play her like a guitar was even better.

[kyletogaz]

MDNI

cw: fingering

idk something about kyle being impatient and wanting to get his hands on you right now, even though you’re out at a nice restaurant enjoying dinner, or trying to. somehow kyle’s managed to convince you to sit closer to him. and now he’s got a hand trailing up your thigh, his fingers coming to a stop right at the edge of the fabric covering your cunt. kyle’s watching you in amusement as you inhale sharply while clutching your fork for dear life. you don’t even spare him a glance. you are going to kill him when y’all get home.

“open up, sweetheart.”

you ignore his soft request and shove a forkful of food in your mouth instead. kyle’s playing a dangerous game in this restaurant.

before you can protest, you feel kyle’s warms fingers seeking out your clit. when he finds his prize, your body jerks a little. your fork clatters to the table as you let out a soft moan.

kyle laughs softly and says, “keep eating, lovie.”

the glare you shoot at him does not stop him from rubbing your poor puffy clit raw. your pussy is definitely leaking and you’re so glad the the lights are dimmed because you’re on the verge of going cross-eyed with the way your man’s fingers are strumming you like a guitar.

“k-kyle, please.” you’ve entered the begging stage and kyle is eating that shit right up.

you let out a soft whine when he pushes your panties aside and shoves his fingers between your folds. “gonna cum on my fingers, sweetheart?”

you let out a whimper in response as your eyes dart around the restaurant, while you make sure no one is watching you get fingered within an inch of your life. biting your lip, you spread your legs a little wider to give kyle more access. he’s just smiling and watching your reactions. he even had the nerve to pick up his fork with his other hand to resume his meal. you almost go into a panic when your waitress comes over and asks if you and kyle are okay and was the food cooked to your liking.

“we’re fine, the food is delicious,” you say, your voice a little higher in pitch. and you’re praying to whatever god that chooses to listen, that your waitress doesn’t notice anything. you gently shove a forkful of food in your mouth to keep from moaning like a whore in that lady’s face.

when your eyes cut over to kyle once she leaves, he’s fucking smirking at you. “good girl,” he coos as he pinches your clit.

the waves of pleasure that consumes you while he toys with your clit would have had you careening into your dinner plates, if you weren’t gripping the edge of the table. kyle was a goddamn menace and you were at his mercy. because you’re far too composed for kyle’s liking, he speeds up his movements. he wants to see you fall apart in the middle of this restaurant. this was crazy, insane. your poor pussy has a mind of its own as it responds to kyle in the way he likes. when you start to feel that familiar sensation building, you have to brace yourself. you bow your head and press your lips together tightly as soon as the pleasure spikes and your orgasm crashes into you.

you’re only vaguely aware of kyle stroking your thigh with his sticky fingers as he tells you how you did good and how he’ll let you cum on his cock when you get home.

when you can finally breathe again, kyle shoves a cool glass of water into your hands, telling you to drink up.

“was it good for you, lovie? because it was definitely good for me.”

the only thing you can do while kyle licks your slick off his fingers, is stare in shock.

a/n: hiii 😁

[hunting-songs]

The campfire crackled softly that spring night. The gentle breeze mixed easily with the of the guitar.

Kurapika had never sung or played guitar for another person, ever, until she asked him and he didn't hesitate to do it. As long as it meant she was going to be looking at him with those eyes and that smile on her lips. Wearing his clan's outfit helped him feel a little more confident, if only for the fact that it made him feel more relaxed.

"... you're the light that makes my darkness disappear. When you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me, everything's alright. When you're right here by my side. When you look me in the eyes, I catch a glimpse of heaven, I find my paradise. When you look me in the eyes. More and more, I start to realize, I can reach my tomorrow, I can hold my head up high, and it's all because you're by my side..."

Just keep looking at me that way

Little by little the strumming became softer until the song ended. His fingertips gently tapped something nervously on the guitar's body. "So... did you like it?"

It was still cool enough in the evening for boundling up in coats even when the campfire was dyeing their cloth, the sleepingbags, the grass and the outlines of the trees around the glade in orange and yellow paint. They had brewed a herbsoup over the campfire and the spicey scent hung in the air on the glade like a parfume. Moments ago Senritsu had looked forward for the hot soup in her stomach that would shoo away the cooldness in her limbs, but now she could not care less and the soup was left cooling down uneaten in the small pot beside the campfire, more and more forgotten with every other note of Kurapikas song.

"I love it." Senritsu said without any hestiation and in full honesty, even if it almost sounded like a 'I love you'. During the song she had moved closer and closer to Kurapika, almost worried that she might would miss a single tune of the song, of his voice, of the nervouse flutter of his heartbeat turning more and more confident with every note, of the singsang in his at every movement rustling clothes that sounded much more comfortable than when he was wearing a suit. She did not wanted to miss a single tune. She did not wanted to miss a single moment. She did not wanted to miss a single second. By now Senritsu just lay on her side on the camping- mat with her coat laying over her shoulders like a blanket, with her small hands as slinky as a kitten folded on his knee and with her chin placed on those small hands. Beneath her hand the woman still could hear the vibration his song had left in his bones, his flesh, his skin and she did not wanted to miss any second of it. Please don´t stop singing that song for me, the thought had been there the moment Kurapika had started playing the song and even if he had stopped paly and stopped singing, the song Senritsu listened to was still there: In his breathing, in his heartbeat, in the echo of the guitarsong hanging on the glade. The womans short fingers tapped a small, sweet melody against Kurapikas knee, barely noticeable, barely there at all. In the light of the campfire Senritsus grey eyes looked very black and a small, utterly adoring smile curled around her teeth: "I love your music." Your singing voice, your guitarsong, your heartbeat, the melody of you moving, the melody of your breathing. "What do I need to do to hear you play for me again? " It sounded again more like a 'I love you'. [ @skarletchains ]

[tillthelandslide]

Pressure Part 1 - Gone : Ross Macdonald Series

A/n: hi everyone! I'm so fucking anxious to post this but this is the first chapter of my new Ross series! I'm so excited to be writing this and I love it already and hope you do too. And this is how it starts.....

Prologue

Series Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, loss of a loved one

17 missed calls from George.

19 missed calls from Ross.

10 missed calls from Matty.

6 missed calls from Hann.

17 missed calls from Jamie.

Over 42 messages, almost 30 of them from Ross.

4 hours since the band got off stage.

They kept arguing about calling her, planning who was going to call her and when, ensuring two people weren't calling at the same time. She was supposed to arrive at the venue over 9 hours ago but was nowhere to be seen. They couldn't get ahold of her, or her friends, or her family: everyone was seemingly unreachable. No one had heard from her since before the gig, the last message she had sent was on their group chat, "excited to see my boys, know you'll do me proud".

George paced back and forth in the hotel they were staying at, calling everyone he knew, asking each and everyone of them: where was the last time you saw her, when, where was she, have you heard from her, when was the last time you saw her?

Ross sent her text after text, worrying when two grey ticks appeared, begging for them to turn blue. He stared at her picture at the top of their chat, a picture of her with his bass resting on her lap, hoping with every fiber of his being that she was okay.

He remembers that day like it was yesterday, she practically begged him to teach her bass, she caught on quickly, having already been able to play the guitar, she said it wasn't much different, he was jokingly offended at that. He loved watching her play his songs, laughing to herself when she messed up, sometimes doing it on purpose so his hands would come into contact with hers to move their fingers on the strings. He remembers even more vividly when he decided to pluck up the courage to place her in his lap, writing it off as being easier to adjust her movements, what he hadn't expected was for her to discard the bass completely and press her mouth to his. He remembers that day like it was yesterday and was begging for there to be more like it.

Her phone sat in her bag, the constant and insistent buzzing and ringing didn't phase her anymore, it was like white noise. She knew who was calling, having set different ringtones for each of them, all one of their own songs, some of them hated her choices but she never explained why she picked them. The phone was smashed but was salvaged when they took her and Alex out for the car. They told her to call someone to let them know she was safe, she called her Mum, bravely explaining the situation, to all appearances she was calm, but on the inside she felt like she'd either cry or throw up if she opened her mouth now.

The cold, solid, plastic chair was uncomfortable but she didn't care anymore, she sat with her head in her hands, waiting for the door opposite her to open, for someone in a white lab coat to come out and tell her everything was going to be okay, that he was okay. She had completely forgotten where they were at this point, she didn't worry about how much this would cost. The people who had spoken to her so far had an accent but in her current state she couldn't pinpoint what it was.

She didn't feel like the car was going fast because it wasn't, they were going at the speed limit, nothing could have stopped it from happening. No matter how hard he pressed against the break or the accelerator, the truck was moving too quickly, too carelessly, the driver was tired, overworked. It happened so quickly, one minute her and her brother were laughing, listening to her favourite band, ready to see them perform, see her best friends perform, along with her brother.

She sat with a cut above her eyebrow, three stitches was all she needed, a broken arm and a rapid heart that wouldn't slow. But he sat, unconscious on a hospital bed in god knows what state.

His side of the car took the impact. The car spun and then flipped, she managed to stay conscious, vision blurry and she couldn't hear very well. She couldn't remember how long it took to pull them out, or the journey here. She just remembers gripping onto Alex, the ambulance workers asking for space. Space when all she wanted was to be at his side.

"Her mum's calling me" George says, everyone in the room shooting up from their seats at the news. Ross at his side in two strides, trying his hardest to press his ear to the phone to hear what was happening.

"Okay... Okay... O....k.... Shit.... Is she okay? Is he okay? What's happening?" They hear all at once, the drummer the most stressed they had ever seen him. Ross couldn't hear what Eliza's mum was saying but felt his heart sink at the look on George's face.

"Okay... Yeah we'll be there" they hear George say before he's hanging up. They all look at him, mouths open, just waiting for him to say something, anything.

"Eliza got into a car accident... She's okay, well she's had to have stitches and her arm is broken" everyone's faces drop, Ross feels himself shake out of worry, knowing there must be more.

"But it's Alex..." George says, Eliza had been in their lives since they were 14 and her older brother had been there for most of that time too. They didn't see him as much but he had become a welcome addition, someone they all looked up to.

"He's not conscious. "

She hears two pairs of footsteps but doesn't look up from the ground. Ross feels his heart break as he sees her tear stained cheeks, the eyeliner she was wearing running down her face. The custom 1975 Tshirt that she's wearing would usually make them smile, their faces scattered across it, but covered in blood makes them feel sick. He takes on the deep cut above her eyebrow and the stitches that close it, and her arm which is in cast.

"Eliza...." She hears a soft voice say, a usual deep and gravelly voice pitched up an octave. The voice of her best friend.

She looks up in slow motion, the face of someone broken finding two sets of eyes. She goes to stand to lurch her body into George's arms but she nearly falls, Ross catches her and she falls into his chest instead, her tears soaking his shirt.

"You're okay, you're okay... We're here" Ross says, her sobs shaking her whole body so he grips her tighter. George stands looking at them, not knowing what to do, so he presses against her back, hugging her tightly.

She turns in Ross arms to hug George now, needing her best friend. It usually would pain Ross to see that, but right now, he gets it.

"He's.... He's..." Is all she can get out.

"I've got you" George says, pulling her tighter into her arms.

How was she going to live without her brother?

"How are you doing?"

It's been a year since her brother died. 365 days of grieving her best friend. How was she doing? What a ridiculous question.

She had spent a lot of time with Ross, he helped her heal, not fully... But things didn't feel so bad when he was around. Alex liked him. She remembers the day they met, Alex said he was fit, it made her laugh, he told her he'd be good for her. Alex knew she was falling in love with him, despite knowing George would be pissed. Alex encouraged it. She was in love with him, but she had just lost her brother.

Things didn't feel so bad when he was around. Alex liked him. She had to remind herself that, otherwise she'd kill herself with guilt. How could she be in love when she just lost her brother?

Her mind is still plagued by the events of that night, she can't sleep very well, often shaken by nightmares, that night repeating in her mind. Ross helped but she was still scared and broken.

365 days ago. The anniversary of his death. The day her life flipped upside down.

"I'm okay" she lies.

"Yeah? That's good sweetheart, really good. You know he'd be looking down on you, telling you to live your life" ifs her mum. Her words wound her.

She looks to her side, a sleeping Ross lying on his stomach, face smushed into his pillow, his pillow that smelt like her.

"You think? Mum... I..." She stops herself from speaking. She wants to explain how she's falling in love, how she feels awful that she's even remotely happy some of the time, that there are moments where she completely forgets her brother is dead. Moments where she's consumed with the happiness Ross brings into her life, the love she feels when she's with him, how he heals her. But she doesn't speak, she doesn't tell anyone, not her brother, not George, not anyone.

"Love? You still there? You okay?"

"Yeah mum. I'm okay. Look I've got to go. I love you" and then she hangs up. She drops a kiss to Ross' cheek, removing herself from the bed, removing Ross shirt, getting changed into fresh clothes. Clothes that didn't smell like him. She collected her things and left. Leaving no trace of herself.

Ross wakes 40 minutes later, reaching for her side of the bed, it's cold.

"Liza?" His eyes open, scanning the room, no signs of her. She's gone.

She looks down the hall way before lightly tapping against his door and not a minute later it's swinging open revealing a sleepy looking Ross. He steps aside and then the door shuts.

They silently make their way to his bed, falling into their usual rhythm, she shuffles about until she's comfortable, her head resting against his chest, his hand smoothing down her back, mouth pressing gentle kisses to the top of her head.

"Where do you go when you disappear?" He asks, his voice riddled with sleep.

"I just walk...." she sighs and then he sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he hears her sob, shaking in his grasp. All he can is hold her, hold her until the wounds and the cracks slowly heal.

"I've got you"

Notes: hope you enjoyed. It's not the longest chapter but this is just the beginning. Please let me know what you think, or if you have any ideas or any constructive criticism... Please me kind to me though haha, I'm fragile at the moment. Love L ❤️

[reverie-starlight]

so i teach music and movement to kids between ages of 18 months to 6 years old and i was just thinking of semi being a musician like he would defo love teaching that to his child (single dad! semi) or our child and he creates songs for them to learn stuffs and tries to teach them theory and you’re like “babe it’s okay let them have fun learning we don’t have to start teaching theory now!!”. sorry for rambling omg i just think it’s going to be incredibly adorable!!

Y E S !

okay first of all don't apologize for rambling, I absolutely love this!! and as someone who loves music and theory, I wholeheartedly agree with this idea. second of all, that is such a cool job!! I started music lessons when I was like 3 or 4 and I have good memories from those classes so ty for reminding me of those times, and also my own dad trying to teach me music when I was little :) also, I am SO excited to have a semi ask. ty for that as well!

[music lessons- semi eita]

gn!reader, parent!reader, dad!semi (I didn't do single dad, I got carried away and forgot to write it that way, I hope that's okay!! also i've never written a parent fic before, i hope it didn't turn out too horribly), timeskip!semi

warnings: none, just fluff!

the semi appreciation agenda lives on!

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you watched the scene before you with a smile on your face. your daughter, who was only three, and your husband were sitting on the floor in front of a colourful, mini keyboard. various other children's instruments were strewn across the living room.

"this one is middle c," semi took the child's hand and pressed her thumb down on the white key. she pressed the note again on her own and giggled when the noise came from it a second time.

lately he had been on a mission to start teaching her the basics of music theory, which you thought was a great idea. it would serve as a potential future interest and also gave them a chance to bond more. he'd been talking about it for a while and had started incorporating bits of it into their activities, but what actually pushed him to start her off more seriously was her interest in his guitar the previous night. he had been playing her a lullaby to get her to sleep, something he did often, but it was the first time she had actually tried to pay attention to what he was doing with his hands.

he was so excited that you had to stop him from ordering a guitar suitable for a toddler that same night, your reason being "eita, just wait and see what she's naturally drawn to and go from there. wait until she's a bit bigger to get her a better quality instrument, we don't know what she'll take to yet, there's lots of things for her to discover."

and of course you were right, he knew that, so he hauled out all the music themed toys your daughter had accumulated over the years and watched as she went over to her favourite toy piano and smashed the keys.

he'd never taught a toddler music before- sure, when he was younger he'd try to teach his little sister some stuff he knew, but he didn't really care if she learned or not.

now he had someone to pass on his passion and knowledge to, someone who he wanted to share this with. if, down the road, his daughter decided she didn't want to keep up with it he'd never force her to, but he did want her to learn as much as he was able to teach.

and as a musician, he had a lot to teach.

he often wrote songs for her, little jingles for her to hum along to, lullabies to sleep to and they made up songs together while doing various activities. he made games out of rhythm lessons. it was endearing.

but sometimes you needed to remind him to reign it in, that she was still only a toddler.

the two of you laughed as your daughter cheered after hearing her dad play a c-major scale. he tried to get her to follow along, however she was far more interested in trying out the little plastic drums next.

"wait, no, come back-" he was cut off by a loud bang. he winced. "d/n, can you come back here please? i was still teaching you about the notes."

your daughter kept banging the stick against the top of the drum rather happily. he tried to get her attention again, but to no avail. semi sighed and looked to you for help. "baby, help?"

you let out a small laugh. "my love, maybe you should just let this happen. let her have fun with music for now, just let her discover what it has to offer. there's time for getting more serious about theory when she has a longer attention span."

he sighed again. "you're right... i just really want her to learn, it's important to me that we can still share a bond over music when she's older, whether or not she's actively using what i teach her. does that make sense?"

you nodded and sat down next to him. you placed your head on his shoulder. "just keep doing what you're doing with her now. those games and those songs will go a long way. she's young, she's constantly absorbing knowledge and learning. it'll stick if you keep it up and then you can build on it."

you both looked towards her as she moved over to a tambourine and held it out for you to take. you accepted the gift and started shaking it around. she giggled and then handed the recorder to semi. she took over the drums again.

"are we making a band, honey?" you asked her.

she nodded enthusiastically and started hitting the drums in a familiar rhythm. semi's head shot up and he grinned at you. "that's the beat of the lullaby i wrote for her!"

you smiled at him. "see? she's learning." you shook the tambourine in time with you daughter's playing.

he laughed and kissed you on the head. "babe, you're amazing, i love you so much. thank you for everything. i needed that reminder." he took the recorder in his mouth and started playing a slightly off key version of the lullaby's melody.

the rest of the day was filled with love and laughter and music, a beautiful memory being created for all of you.

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i'm not so satisfied with the ending but overall i really like this one!! hope you enjoyed it! :)