#these bands practically raised me 😭

[seafoam-mermaid]

Switchfoot and Relient K in the early 2000’s

[fictionalmenxyn]

¡𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮!

Pt.1 (making it a story…hopefully) (ALSO not movie accurate!!) (will be based in modern time rather than the 90s/00s)

Pairing: Rafe x reader (strangers/enemies to lovers)

(Face claim: Jessica Alba)

Warnings: language, mentions of the word ‘rape’ (due to a part in the book I reference ‘heroes’ if you haven’t read it, I kinda recommend, I read it for my gcse and it was one of the better books I did for English 😭)

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It was the beginning of summer, life was great. Even greater for Rafe, new place, fresh start. Moving from California, to Outer Banks was a big change. Well, it was nice for him. He hoped the people… mainly girls… were different from the fake basic girls in Cali.

It was his first day of school, as for you, it was a normal day of school.

You were in your stone grey Toyota gt86, blasting your rock chick music. As the car next to you blasts white chick music. You rolled your eyes at the basic taste of music.

You pulled off as soon as the light hit green. Driving over to the high school.

Once on you had parked up, you got out of the car. Grabbing your tote bag from the back seat you closed both doors and locked your car. Putting your keys into your bag. You adjusted the straps on your shoulder.

Rafe was already there, talking with his ‘tour guide’. The guy, Jake, went through the basics. More specifically the basics of what group of people was what. The ‘jocks’, ‘popular girls’, ‘cowboys’, etc.

That’s when Rafe spotted you from afar. You walked over to your small (preferably) friendship group. Sitting with them on the small brick wall.

Rage’s attention went from you as Jake patted his shoulder and chuckled. Rafe asked “who’s that??” Jake replied “that, my friend, is Y/n Y/l/n… no point in going for her, man.” Rafe’s eyebrow raised “why not??” Jake answered “dude, she’s like got a huge attitude and kinda a bitch…” Rafe scoffed “you probably said something to upset her or some shit, that’s why..” Jake shakes his head “all I’m sayin’ is, watch out for her, man.”

Rafe’s attention was back on you. The way your hair naturally curls, the way your white band tee hugged your chest nicely, the way your long black skirt hugged your curves in all the right places. The way the slight showed just the right amount of thigh that it would be a nice view; but doesn’t dress code you. The way your docs topped off the outfit nicely. Edgy, but modest. You had different style to other girls in the school. And Rafe, for the first time, wasn’t complaining. He never thought he’d be into girls that didn’t wear dresses that practically suffocated them. Or girls that didn’t wear skirts that showed half of your ass. You were different, a good different.

The bell snapped him out of his thoughts. Shit, he has class, he looked over to you one more time to see you walking away with your friends.

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You sat in class, the teacher spoke “so? Did anyone even bother to read heroes??”

A girl raised her hand, “yeah, it was so romantic…” you rolled your eyes and remarked “romantic? Larry raped Nicole, so Francis went on a mission. Then it was wasted cause he didn’t even get to complete the mission cause Larry shot himself. Then Nicole and Francis didn’t even reconnect officially… hardly a love story..”

The teacher spoke “thank you, Y/n… didn’t need the summary but thanks…” you crossed your arms and leaned back into the plastic chair “why can’t we read better books by better authors… like Emily Brontë, or George Orwell, even Chuck Palahniuk, maybe even Steven Ki-”

Your teacher spoke “alright, we get it, you say it every time, and I always say..” you mocked “I can’t do a single thing, it’s the school that picks, not me..” your teacher nodded “exa-” the classroom door opens.

Rafe walks in, he gave a small smile “wha’d I miss?” You look over your shoulder. Looking him up and down “discussing the fact this school picks shitty books rather than actual interesting ones…” he smirked when he heard you speak “great.” He left the class.

You looked to your teacher, they spoke “office, now” you place your books in your tote bag and put it over your shoulder. You gave a small smirk to your friends as they subtly cheered for you. As the completely agreed with your argument.

You walked down the hallway, Rafe leaned against the lockers on his phone. As you walked past he looked up, “Y/n… right?”

You turned on your heel and faced him “who’s asking?” He chuckles softly “I’m uh, Rafe… Rafe Cameron…” you nodded “I know, you’re Ward’s son, right??” He raised an eyebrow. How did she know?

You quickly added “my dad is in the same company as the one your father joined. He told me they chatted and mentioned that you’d be joining here…” he nodded “oh right… yeah, uh where you headin’?”

“The office, once again, the English teacher never likes me.” He chuckled as he walked over to her “why’s that? You smarter than her?” You shrug “wouldn’t say smart, I just have good taste in book unlike her or the school…” he nodded. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks “so… mind if I walk with you?” You shook your head “I don’t mind. I wasn’t going to the principals office anyways..” he smirked “bad girl, huh?” You playfully rolled your eyes “more like, the principal is fed up of me going to her office… so here I am, roaming the halls for the next…” you look at your watch “..ten minutes”

He nods, you walk side by side. Rafe didn’t know what he was feeling. He wasn’t intimidated but felt almost shy. He couldn’t describe it, you look the type to rip people’s head off if they bark back at you. But honestly… that was hot in his eyes.

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It was currently lunch, you sat on the bleachers with your friends. Eating lunch and talking about anything and everything.

Rafe sat with Jake and a few of Jake’s friends. Rafe clicked almost instantly with Topper and Kelce. They’re both interested in golf, partying, girls, etc. So naturally they clicked.

Rafe would glance over to you from time to time. Topper chuckled “hey, if you keep lookin’ she’s gonna see, dude” Rafe rolled his eyes “fine with me.” The guys chuckled.

Kelce asked “hey Top, Y/n friends with your sister, right??” Topper nodded then sipped his can of Pepsi. Rafe looked to Topper, “wait seriously??” Topper put tossed his can in the trash “yeah, dude, she’s over my place quite a lot.”

Rafe’s ears perked, over Topper’s place quite a lot?? Damn…

He then looked back over to the group to see his sister, Sarah, walk over and sit with them. He watched as Sarah and you talked and laughed. He thinks to himself ‘if she’s friends with Sarah, that means she might come over our place? Oh. My. God’

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It was an hour or two after school, you sat on the couch. Your Marshall headphones resting on your head as you listen to music and read.

You hear footsteps approaching, it was your father. He holds an envelope to you. You pulled your headphone down, resting them around your neck. You opened the envelope and gasped “no way!” Your dad asked “what is it??” You answered “I got in! The art and music college we talked about! I got in!” He smiled “really?! Congrats, sweetie!”

Your younger sister (who’s completely opposite to you, full glam and girly, made you wanna gag) came downstairs is a slightly shorter than usual dress. Your father asked “and where are you going??”

Your sister, Gabs, replied “there’s this boy, his name is Brooks” you rolled your eyes “you mean the not so good looking guy who is a huge idiot??” “Shut up!!” Your sister looks back to your dad “he asked to go to the movies, go I pleaseee go daddy?” Your dad shakes his head “absolutely not, you know the rule. No dating till you graduate” Gabs rolls her eyes “please!” He replied “no, end of discussion.”

Gabs argued “this isn’t fair, Y/n gets to go out but I can’t??” You fake laughed “good one, Gabs.” Your father added “same rule applies to her.” You looked over to Gabs “and by the way, I’m not looking for anyone, not interested in a single soul…”

Gabs huffed, your father walks away. You crossed your legs on the couch and rested your now closed book in your lap. “So, where were you actually going? I assume you just lied to dad…” Gabs whispered “a party…” you lightly scoffed “you know you’re too young for those parties, especially with Brooks..” Gabs rolls her eyes “I’m only two years younger than you, quit it.”

Your father re-enters, “new deal, Gabs can have a date-” Gabs squealed and smiled. Your dad added “-if Y/n gets a date.” Gabs smiled drops. “What?! She won’t date! Daddy this is unfair!”

You grabbed your book and stood up, heading over to the stairs. Your sister complained “daddy! She won’t date at all, she’ll be buried and not have a date! C’mon!” You chuckled “good, I’ll keep it that way.” Gabs stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you “you’re so selfish, you know that?!” You chuckled and walked down the hallway upstairs and to your room. Gabs huffed in annoyance.

If you date, Gabs can date. But you don’t wanna date anyone, do you? Not now, not ever… maybe that can change… maybe it’ll stay the same… who knows…

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[thethreeeyed-raven]

Pookie u said u wanted Zoro reqs and I’m here to help

So maybe Buggy’s sis?? Like apart of his lil clown posse thing and her and Zoro meet and yeah idk im dumb u can do whatever w this 🤷‍♀️

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thank you, goodnight

navigation | a/n : i changed it a bit and made the reader someone who was imprisoned by buggy instead, i haven’t written x reader in a while so this is a bit rusty, i’ve been working on something atla related which wont be coming out any time soon with the pace i’m going at😭, tysm to my bestie who helped me with this i was struggling😭 | warnings : minor injuries, weapons, implied feelings, sanji smirks a lot | tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @knight-of-flowerss

music :

(it gives me zoro vibes)

You had joined the Straw Hats after their scuffle with your captor Buggy the clown.

Buggy decided that you were going to be apart of his circus when he 'conquered' your village, Until the Straw Hats freed you and your people.

Their Captain, Monkey D. Luffy, must have saw some potential in you as he offered you a place in the crew.

You just couldn't say no and so now you were apart of their crew.

You and Zoro were like two peas in a pod. Wherever he went, you followed, wherever you went, he followed. You couldn't stay away from one another.

You assumed he was impressed with your skills with a whip and your fists as you were with his swordsmanship. (You also fancied him a bit.)

For weeks and weeks you had pestered Zoro to teach you his admirable techniques but he refused every time.

Catching his eye from across the deck, you skipped your way over to his slouching form, slinging your arm over his broad shoulder.

"So, about those sword lessons..." You pretended to inspect your nails. You could practically hear his eye roll.

"No." He replied just as a smirking Sanji walked past.

"Sword lessons?" The cook asked with a hint of amusement, okay, maybe a lot. The both of you gave him a deadpan look. Sanji raised his hands as if to surrender. "Okay, okay."

Once Sanji left, you turned to look back at Zoro, putting on your best 'puppy dog' eyes.

Finally, Zoro turned to you. He zoned out for a moment before coming back to himself. "Fine. But only if you show me how to work that whip."

You cheered and clapped victoriously. "We'll start tonight."

The both of you got to work once everyone was settled and the stars twinkled in the night sky. Zoro decided you would be training with his swords first, a whip seemed hard to control.

"You need to hold it like this." Zoro placed his hand on top of yours where you held the handle of the sword. "Relax your hold, you're holding it too tight you will restrict movement."

You nodded in silent concentration, the moss head couldn't help but steal a glance at your overly focused face.

"Don't watch the sword, I'll let you off for now since this is only practise." Zoro let go of your hand and stood back to observe your stance. He put a foot in between your legs and shifted one of them wider. "With these types of swords you don't need two hands to hold them."

You nodded again. "Okay."

Hours had passed since your lessons began and it was almost the start of a new day. Many injuries were acquired. You fetched the first aid kit that Sanji kept from the kitchen.

Zoro had a tiny cut on his cheek and various other little wounds from your sharp whip. The injuries didn't bother him of course, but Sanji would kill you if they got infected.

"There." You placed a tiny band aid on the cut. "It's a good job you didn't seriously hurt, Luffy would have my head." The both of you chuckled.

Zoro shook his head, still chuckling a bit. "Luffy's too nice, he'd probably cry at you instead."

You stifled another laugh, but couldn't deny you still felt a little bad for the wounds inflicted on Zoro by your weapon.

"You okay?" Zoro commented, noticing your moment of silence.

"Oh, yeah don't worry." You lifted a hand as if to physically brush off the man's worry. He gave you a pointed look before thanking you and standing.

Just as Zoro was about to return to his cabin to get cleaned up, your words halted his steps.

"I never thanked you."

He looked over his shoulder at you, brow furrowed in confusion. "For what?"

Whenever you thought of that day, your eyes would glass over and the overwhelming feeling of relief would wash over you. "For taking me away that day, it was the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me in my life."

"All of that was Luffy." Zoro denied.

Yet, you shook your head. "It was a group decision. Thank you anyway."

You stood and walked towards Zoro, cupping his cheek, then leaned in to gently press a kiss to the other.

"Goodnight."

The next morning, Zoro was greeted with the smirking face of Sanji.

"Fuck off."

[fhrlclln]

rockstar!eddie going ballistic and jealous when his guy fans are all screaming for his wife, asking to sign an autograph on her playboy magazine after the show’s over. some would even ask her hand in marriage and it makes her laugh but eddie doesn’t find it funny in slightest lmao

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

WOOWIE i hate how i’m so lazy to reply with my inbox. 😭 but anyways, this is so funny and cute tho. i feel like he’d be smug at first seeing everyone hot over his wife LOL then he’ll go ballistic the moment someone says about that ‘hand in marriage’ i love it <3

suggestive themes under here

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like every fantastic show that ends, eddie would always have to face the flashing lights of the paparazzi and the fucking screams and cheers outside the venue when he’s prepared to finally get the fuck out of there. he does like the excitement of a crowd racing for him, all his fanboys screeching for an autograph or even just for him to glance at them. he feels on the top of the world though when you manage to accompany him after his shows with his band.

but right now, he feels like he wants to punch his massive fanbase for overly gawking at you now as he watches you inside the limousine, waiting as you signed the heck out of that recent playboy magazine cover from each prick’s hand as they were squeezing in from the steel barricade separating you from them, with your million dollar smile on. all of them screaming for your attention as eddie rolls his eyes underneath his sunglasses.

he grits his teeth, sighing as he groans. what was with you with signing every single cover or whatever those weirdos wanted from you? your attention away from him was already a torn on his clingy heart and now his fanboys are being the center of your attention was the least at his list! he’s fucking livid. and he’s had enough, knowing you might want the help to get out of that mob of people screaming your name. he gets out of the limousine as the crowd goes wild again seeing him, the number of securities doubling as eddie walks towards you. causing his manager to almost faint. eddie’s jaw ticking hearing everything what came out of those weirdos mouth as you smiled at them, still grabbing marker by marker.

“y/n! sign me next, please!”

“mrs. munson, i love you!”

“can you sign it on my arm!? i’m gonna get it tattooed just for you!”

“i fucking love you!”

“i loved your playboy cover-“

“thank you!” you merely said, waving at them, amused how eddie’s supposed own crowd has grown a liking towards you knowing majority are metalheads and teenagers. but it was fun, seeing how many arms and hands were waving your playboy cover. not noticing your own husband waving to the now hurling crowd as you were about to finally sign the last item that you decided to get the hell out of here. laughing a bit awkwardly hearing so many flattering and unflattering things they were saying to you until one made you giggle—

“can i have your hand in marriage?”

“marriage?” your eyes widened as you laughed at the teenage boy you were signing some notebook he was holding. he smiled cheekily at you, blushing seeing you notice him. “i’m already married, darling.” you giggled, handing him back his pen.

“it’s worth the try!” he counters making you laugh, not noticing the fuming rockstar behind you hearing all of that.

“yeah, better luck next time, bud.” eddie quipped suddenly making you turn around to see him. the boy eyes’s practically widened seeing his favorite rockstar talk to him.

“eddie!” you greeted him as he gently tugs your arm, silent as ever as he puts on a fake smile. eddie glared at the little prick from his sunglasses. marriage? asking for marriage to you? his fucking wife? oh, he could feel the bile form in his throat until your back hit his chest as you turned around surprised to see him out here.

you raised a brow, kissing his cheek as you were lead back into the car. the door shutting loudly as the crowd and flashes muffled. you could feel the sudden switch of the mood your husband has put on. you face him, seeing as he removes his glasses, rubbing his eyes. you frowned, knowing how camera flashes hurts his head.

“you alright, eds?” you ask gently, feeling the car start as you moved closer to him. eddie hummed, a slight pout on his face as he didn’t answer again.

“eddie…” you scolded gently, knowing he has this habit of getting silent when he’s in a mood. “what’s wrong, baby? you have a headache?” you put your hand above his, cooing him gently. a moment of silence transpired as he finally sighs.

“don’t like it when you sign for ‘em.”

“who? your fans? why eds?” you laughed gently, eddie pouted more hearing you not take this seriously as he looks away to the window making your roll your eyes at his behavior. “c’mon, eds! your fans are so cute wanting my autographs! i love their interactions. it’s so sweet.”

“yeah, like asking for your hand marriage is fucking cute, huh? bunch of creeps…” he claps back, mumbling. you’re taken aback, remembering the teenage boy as you laughed at it. he’s jealous! you realized making you wheeze at how he’s reacting to his own fanbase.

“oh my god, eddie! he’s literally a fucking kid!”

“oh a kid? yeah, still not fucking cool.” he groans, annoyed you were laughing it off with his jealousy. “stop laughing!” he sighs out. “babe, this isn’t funny. you know what shit those weirdos of mine would say else?”

“like you aren’t the one dirty talking to me all the time, eddie.” you countered, still stifling a giggle. “you’re just as bad as them. and you’re my husband.”

“don’t compare me to those asshats—“ you giggled, rolling your eyes as you squeezed his hand. leaning in to kiss the pout away on his face as he gives in to your affections, still muttering shit talk about the situation as you felt yourself getting annoyed at his antics, making you pinch his cheeks to shut him up.

“oh, stop the fucking whining, eddie!”

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[jessi4fanfics]

~Purely Amazing~

A BroZone(ish but not rlly) and Broppy Short Story AU

Okay. So this was a request where Poppy and Viva have three other sisters and are part of a girl band. Rainbow Dash is actually the name of the girl band my trollsona Pam is in (They're supposed to be old friends of BroZone), but I decided to also use it in this story bc I am terrible at coming up with names for things. 😭

Hope you like!! 😘

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Poppy stared out from behind the curtains, thinking and watching as another show played onstage. She couldn't help thinking that they were pretty good, the guy on the drums, the girls singing. But nothing could compare to her family band, of course.

"And that was The Amazing Duo!" called the mircrophoned voice offstage voice. "And that was their song Doodley Doo!"

The crowd cheered as the two trolls skipped offstage.

"Poppy! Get away from that curtain!" Poppy's oldest sister, Pim, walked over and pulled her away from the curtain. "What if they saw you out there?"

"They're not going to see me," Poppy sighed, exasperated. "The judges are too busy watching the actual show."

They both peeked over to where the judges sat, under the "Annual Band Contest" banner hanging right over their table. They weren't focused on their direction at all, Poppy was right. They were just watching the stage.

"Still, what if they happened to look over here?" Pim stood back.

Poppy rolled her eyes.

"Pim!!" Piper, Poppy's older sister by just ten months, skipped over to them. "I finished my warm-up session. All ready to go!"

Pim raised an eyebrow. "Did you do your vocal excercises?"

As a yes, Piper did one to show Pim.

"Did you practice your floss dance move?' Pim asked.

Piper did the floss.

"Did you do your 'crowing like a rooster' excercise?" Pim tried.

Piper did the chicken dance while crowing like a rooster. "Don't worry, but sis. I have got this under control." She turned to Poppy. "Oh, hey Baby P. What's up?"

Poppy flinched at the nickname. "I've been better."

"Excuse me quickly, girls," Pim raised pushed inbetween them. "Venni! Put that snailphone down!"

Venni, the second oldest of the sisters, was always on the phone, flirting with some guy she recently met about three hours ago.

Poppy didn't get it. What was so amazing about guys that made her did giddy around them? They were just regular trolls.

"No, you're cuter. No you are! No you! " Venni cooed into the phone.

Pim crossed her arms. "Time to hang up now, Venni!"

Venni sighed. "Look, I've gotta go now. no, you hang up...no you hang up! No, you!😊"

Piper walked up and snatched it away. "Okay, how about I hang up?" she asked, closing the phone.

"Aww." Venni sighed sadly.

P im groaned. "Now, where is Viva?!"

As if on cue, Viva ran in, flailing her arms. As many believed , the middle child usually has the most energy. This was true in their family.

"THEY'RE HERRREEE!!" she screeched. "THEY HAVE ARRIIIVVEDDD!!"

"Who?" Venni asked.

Viva leaned over and whispered, "BroZone!"

The girls gasped and all of them scrambled to the door of their dressing room, peeking into the hallways where all the other bands were walking towards their dressing rooms.

There they were. The five guys, all walking down the hall, not noticing the girls, talking about numerous stupid things, costly about the oldest's, John Dory's, pet bus.

"Look at them," Pim scoffed in an annoyed voice. "They think they're so much better than us."

Pim only said that kind of stuff when she deep down believed it was true.

John Dory heard their muttering and the boys turned to the girls room.

"Oh, heyyyy!" JD greeted. "Up for ice cream later?"

Pim just scowled and slammed the door.

"Aww." Viva sighed. "I was in the mood for ice cream."

"We don't have time for that," Pim scolded. She crossed her arms. "We've got a contest to beat."

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The girls sat on a bench, breathing hard and gulping down water after their singing performance.

It was somewhere behind the crowd, where they could easily see the people, by the people didn't see them unless they twisted their heads all around.

"I JUST hope we were completely perfect, " Pim gasped.

"Yeah, that would be better," Piper said, exhausted. "More chances of winning."

"At least we had fun," Viva said hopefully.

"We don't have time to have fun! " Pim stood up, brushing herself off. "The judges will be calling BroZone on in a minute. I don't really want to watch. And they won't be calling us to go on for show two for another half hour anyway. Let's go."

As everyone stood up, Poppy asked, "Can I go get a snack? The concession stand is right back there."

Pim sighed and Venni shrugged. "Sure. Fine, whatever."

Poppy smiled and quickly got up and turned to go down the show hall, when she heard Pim say, "Why doesn't Poppy take this seriously. I mean, a snack? Now? I couldn't way for the life of me."

"She's just a kid," Venni said, "cut her some slack."

"She's not that bad," Viva said. "She is just optimistic. Like me."

Pim sighed while Piper said, " No, Pim is right. Poppy is a bit different. She thinks it's more for the games and the good times. You just want to have a good time. "

"We're not going to win with her on our team," Venni groaned.

There was silence on Poppy completely left the room. Her heart was beating, pumping, loudly, and her eyes were already beginning to swell with tears.

She rushed into the other side of the hall, where she knew she couldn't see them and they couldn't see her. She ran right past the concession stand and kept running until she was so far into the hall that only janitor closets were there, and no people were anywhere.

Good. She slid into a corner and hugged her knees tightly, setting her face on the top of them as well.

Poppy didn't cry. Or, she tried not to. She just wanted to think. What had she done to make the girls think that she didn't think of the band seriously?

Sure, she often interrupted practices to ask silly questions, she laughed when she made a mistake in rehearsals, unlike everyone else. She did really enjoy herself during shows, which Pim had always encouraged, but maybe she didn't like that.

Maybe the band would just be better without the youngest sibling.

Poppy sat there and wished that she hadn't made things more difficult for her sisters, and decided not to go back in time for the second show.

Each band did two shows for the competition, and the second one was the last chance to show the judges what they were really made of. She didn't want to mess it up.

Poppy heard footsteps and her head shot up. Standing right beside her, leaning against the wall, was a face she knew well but hadn't really talked to because of what seemed a rivalry.

His blue eyes sparkled down at her as he watched her, his gentle smile full of sympathy and also teasing. His navy blue hair had frosted tips tonight, something, Poppy knew, that was only really only done for super special shows.

Especially on Bitty B.

"I see why you chose this spot to mope. Way more quiet than out there." He slid down to the floor next to her.

"I am not moping." Poppy sat up importantly. Why was he here? And why was he talking to her?

"Uh huh. Can I sit here?" he asked.

Poppy crossed her arms and looked the other way. "Sure, I don't care."

She did care. A lot. She didn't want him there-- but it was so nice to not be ignored.

Bitty B got more comfortable, shifting here and there. Then he leaned his head back sighing. "I'll tell you why I'm here if you tell me your reason."

Poppy kept her mouth shut.

"Okay, I'll start." Bitty B sat up. "I will start with advice: Sometimes it's wise to just escape siblings sometimes."

Poppy glanced at him. "What do you mean?"

Bitty B sighed again. "Pressure. That's all they seem to give you. Especially in a band. It is exhausting. "

Poppy nodded without thinking it. She could say amen to that.

"Just sitting here, even in the cold floor, helps things a bit, huh?" he turned to her.

Poppy nodded again. "Yeah." She hugged her knees tighter. "It can release so much stress, help calm the voices that are telling you that you aren't perfect or good enough."

Bitty B didn't respond.

"And then you try to make it better by being optimistic, encouraging, and living life to only find out that your siblings think you aren't taking any of this seriously, "she sniffed, "and they probably think you have a terrible voice too," another sniffle as her tears ran down freely, "and probably know your dance moves suck...And you just want to make them proud, but you only seem to be doing everything wrong and...and... " she stopped as she could barely talk through her tears.

Poppy sloppily tried to wipe them with her fist, telling herself to not be a baby in front of a guy from BroZone, for goodness sakes, which would make Pim even more unhappy, making her son even harder.

Every minute she was doing something wrong, she was realizing. Why couldn't she just be better, perfect, amazi-?

Bitty B leaned over, interrupting her thoughts. He reached out with his hand, holding a small white cloth. He stopped his hand right in front of her. "May I?"

Poppy nodded and he swiped the cloth across her cheeks, wiping her tears. His voice was quiet.

"You seem to be going over to your probably's instead of looking at the facts."

Poppy gave him a questioning look through her sniffles. "What do you mean?"

"Just because one person says something about you doesn't mean they think all these other terrible stuff about you too." Bitty B was looking her straight in the eye. "You have some things to work on. And that's fine."

"They don't want me singing with them. That's how bad I am," Poppy whimpered.

"Did they actually say that?"

"They said they said they can't win with me in the band."

"That's not what I asked," he reminded her. "Did they say they don't want you singing with them?"

Poppy shivered. She was all confused now.

"I don't know."

Bitty B nodded. "Don't let your thoughts replace what your family actually said. Your family lives you, Poppy. I see that. And some people aren't able to have a family like that. Embrace it."

Poppy snuffled. "Thanks, Bitty B."

He smiled. "Call me Branch." He held out his hand.

"Branch. Okay." She gave him a beam. "I like that name."

"Well, it's better than Bitty B, anyway," Branch chuckled. "Now the second show is about to start. Why don't you go show the judges whose boss?"

Poppy giggled as Branch grinned.I

They both stood up and before she left, Branch took both of her hands and told her, "You are amazing, lovely, and make a difference. Tell that to yourself all day every day, alright? It's the truth."

Poppy gave him a shy smile. "Okay." He dropped her hands and she rushed down the hall to go meet with her sisters.

In the dressing room, they were all freaking out.

"I should have told Poppy when the show was!" Pim shouted.

"We couldn't have guessed she would take so long!" Venni gasped.

"We can't do the show without her," Viva sobbed.

"Please, Poppy, come back!" Piper groaned.

"Hey, guys!" Poppy rushed in. "Are we ready?"

"Oh, thank goodness! Where have you been?! We can't get onstage without you! " Pim rushed to her and have her a hug.

"Really?" Poppy asked. "I...I was afraid you didn't want me to sing with you guys because - you know, I'm not all serious about it and stuff."t

Venni gasped. "You heard that?"I

"Poppy, yes, you don't take this seriously, but this is a family band. We aren't singing without you. It's take us as we are or leave us as we are. But it's always all of us. Not four fifths of us," Pim told ger.

"And we were letting the stress get to us," Viva said. "We realized that your encouragement and optimism is what keeps us up. We were totally freaking out without it."

"Oh my gosh, we're on!" Piper shrieked.

"Okay, time to do this," Pim said. "Girls assemble!"

They all rushed onstage, and as the light shine on them and they danced and sang, the judges smiling and possibly enjoying it, Poppy looked into the crowd and saw those blue eyes that she had seen earlier.

Branch smiled at her, and whispered, "Amazing," and clapped along to their song.

Poppy blushed and have him a giddy smile in return. No matter what her sister said, she was definitely going to see Branch again.

You guys can choose whether or not their band wins:D They were def in one of the top three. This was a request from an anon ask! Hope this was good enough!

[teawithnosugar]

Young One

Guitarist!Ellie x Singer!Reader

CW: angst/no comfort, mentions of drinking, cheating, mentions of abuse, smoking, mentions of self-harm, depression??? WORDS: 2.2k SYNOPSIS: Your band has a reunion years after you and the guitarist have a nasty breakup (Modern AU) SONG: Mind Over Matter (Reprise) - Young the Giant

"Mind over matter I'm in tatters thinking 'bout her"

AN: Yall wanted this 😭 I’M SO SORRY FOR THE RUSHED ENDING BTW, I CHANGED IT SO MANY TIMES AND EVENTUALLY JUST GAVE UP. Also, I have no idea if this is how bands work, I just based the first half off of one of my favorite movies 😭😭😭

The band had disbanded years ago, to the public, it was due to creative differences. You all remained silent as your old manager spoke to a man who came to discuss an upcoming music festival. The real reason for the disbandment remained a vivid memory, etched deeply within everyone's mind. The tension between you and the brunette was palpable, an unspoken rift that even a fleeting glance couldn't bridge. “For fuck’s sake Ellie, we’re in the middle of a tour. You have the worst goddamn timing”

“I cheated on you and all you can think about is the timing? The tour? Are you kidding me?!”

The words still echoed in your ears, in her ears.

You were all invited to this meeting because you were invited to play at one of the biggest music festivals in America. Numbness wrapped around your being as you sat, not far from the woman you love loved.

“…they’re asking you to play 11 songs, your hits.” the man finished saying. Your old bandmates looked at each other before a chorus of “yeah, sure” “I’m g” broke out. Even Ellie agreed. Then, like an unwavering spotlight, all eyes fell on you, including those green ones you longed to claw out. Slowly, you turned to face the man.

“How much are we being paid?” you asked, your tone devoid of emotion. A ripple of surprise swept through the room. Your brow raised, “What?” you asked, a tinge of annoyance seeping into your voice. It was a simple question, after all.

“Nothing…it’s just…you never asked stuff like that before. You always let me and Ellie talk about the money.” Jesse said softly, trying to laugh off how nervous he was when your cold gaze flickered from him and back to the man.

You scoffed, “well, this isn’t just any gig, you’re banking on our past and history here, that’s a big deal so I’m assuming we’re going to be paid well for this? I’ll only do this if the price is right” Your words lacked warmth, causing your bandmates to tense, while your narrowed eyes remained fixed on the man, who promptly nodded. “Y-yeah, usually headliners are paid 4 million so I’m guessing that’s what they’ll give you.” he stammered, his nerves palpable. You nodded slowly, mulling it over for a moment before agreeing. The meeting concluded, and the day melted away, seamlessly transitioning into the next, and then the next, until it was a day away. The band delved into rigorous practice sessions every day, preparing for the forthcoming festival. Bitterness veiled your every move, but you didn’t complain, just doing whatever you were asked to. During rehearsals, Ellie caught sight of the familiar haze clouding your eyes and the tight grip on the microphone as you sang. The only time she had seen you this way before was during the month of mourning when your mother passed away, a time when she stood by your side, pulling you from the abyss threatening to engulf you. She yearned to be there for you now, but the weight of guilt from that night years ago prevented her from even meeting your gaze. You had never sung again after leaving the band. Each song you had penned for the group carried echoes of her, and performing those melodies, born from one of the most beautiful periods of your life, took a toll on your weary soul. All the pain and longing that you hid under your anger for years surged forth, threatening to consume you. Your gaze pulled towards her during breaks, and smoking sessions with the band, but neither of you talked unless it was important. You remained silent in the corner, a lit joint held between your fingers, as the others laughed and bantered. Your eyes stared blankly ahead, and Ellie couldn't help but worry. Every time you lifted the joint to your lips, the sleeves of your shirt would slightly retreat, briefly revealing old and new scars. She wished she weren't the sole witness to the depth of your current pain, she felt she had no right to care or help. She had no idea what happened to you during the years you didn’t see each other, but your pain was as clear as day, at least to her. Because no one else here knew you like she did, and that filled her with all kinds of pain and regret. When the band split up, she continued making music, coping with the heartbreak in a healthier way than you did. She released singles and albums but you refused to listen to them. You refused to subject yourself to songs about the various women she encountered. Yet, you were mistaken, for they were all about you, each one an apology. She was able to put her pain on paper and in music while you had nowhere else to put your pain. You refused to write or sing songs because every verse that came to your mind was entwined with her, and you couldn't bear to immortalize the woman who had betrayed you. So you kept everything locked inside. When you found yourself rotting away at a job you hated, you remained silent. When you moved in with your abusive brother, you remained silent. You couldn't share your struggles with anyone, because they weren’t Ellie. She was the only one who understood you, at least that’s how it was in the early days of your relationship. Sighing softly, drowsiness washed over you. You stubbed out the joint and leaned your head back onto the wall, drowning out the voices of your high bandmates.

You were all at a bar, just hanging out after a successful concert. All your bandmates were by the bar or on the dance floor while you were seated on a couch, writing in your notebook. Ellie, growing weary of watching you engrossed in your notebook, felt a heaviness settle in her heart. Her heart grew heavy when a fan approached her and started flirting with her because you saw and didn’t even bat an eye. She couldn’t help but feel unimportant to you, a feeling that had plagued her for months as the band's popularity grew, causing you to neglect her more and more. She missed your touch, your attention, you, and there she was, a girl offering everything she wanted from you. In a drunken haze, she succumbed to temptation and led that fan back to her hotel room. She told Jesse to tell you she wasn’t feeling well and went back to the hotel. You initially didn’t plan on leaving the bar so early, knowing she’d probably be better in an hour so you weren’t that worried. But you wanted to show her some of the lyrics you were able to come up with at the bar so you walked to her hotel room a few hours after she left. The hotel, a grand establishment adorned with marble walls and elegant chandeliers, exuded an air of opulence. As you approached her door, poised to knock, it swung open before you. Eyes widening, you beheld a disheveled beauty, her hair tousled, makeup smudged, and attire askew, being pushed out by your girlfriend who’s eyes were just as wide as yours. The girl awkwardly left, leaving you two to stare at each other in silence. She was the first to speak. “Y/N-” You scoffed, interrupting her as your features blend of sorrow and anger, a shield you donned all too often. Weary, she groaned softly, pleading, "Please, let me explain." “Are you fucking kidding me!?” your eyes narrowed. “I can’t fucking believe you.” Sneering, you turned, striding towards the elevator. She followed, desperate to mend what had been broken. “Look I’m sorry but you’ve been busy for weeks and I got lonely, I know that’s no excuse but c’mon, we can fix this.” she pleaded, her words hanging in the air. “For fuck’s sake Ellie, we’re in the middle of a tour. You have the worst goddamn timing” you said, voice overflowing with anger and hurt but you refused to shout or scream. Your words made her pause. “I cheated on you and all you can think about is the timing? The tour? Are you kidding me?! Do you even love me?” Her voice rose, taking a step closer to you, bridging the distance between you, and you were cursing the elevator for moving so goddamn slow. Heart pounding, eyes shut tight, you whispered, “fuck….I can’t do this…I’m leaving.” Her scoff pierced the air. “Fine! Leave!” she retorted, consumed by a fit of fury. You met her gaze with narrowed eyes. "Fuck you, I quit," you retorted bitterly, striding out as the elevator doors revealed the lobby. Racing out of the building and calling for a cab. Once your words settled in her mind, she ran after you. You were already in the cab though, telling the driver to go to the airport. All she could do was pound on the window, her cries desperately begging you not to leave her. Ignoring her pleas, you busied yourself with messaging Jesse about the situation and to pack your stuff for you cause you were going home. “Y/N!” “Y/N!” “Y/N”

Your eyes fluttered open to see Ellie, kneeled in front of you with a raised brow. She masked her nervousness and sadness, striving not to let them surface. “You okay?” she asked, a question that had echoed between you countless times in the past. In that fleeting moment, an overwhelming surge of tears threatened to spill, the urge to tell her that you weren't okay, that you needed help, welled up within you. Yet, mistaking her nonchalant tone for apathy, you stifled the tears, offering her a brief nod. Hastily, you rose from the floor, realizing that you and Ellie were the sole occupants left in the room—everyone had already left. You rushed to the door, accidentally knocking down her guitar in the process. You awkwardly picked it up, pausing to look at your initials engraved in the back along with hers before putting it back against the wall.

You slowly turned to her, but once you saw that look on her face, the one that told you she yearned for you and that she was there for you, you let fear take over and guide you out the door, out the building, and to your house.

The next day you all traveled to the festival, hours going by fast as you all waited for your turn to perform. With your band slated to close the show, you sat in your chair, donning a tight, short black spaghetti strap dress and long black gloves to cover scars and bruises while two girls tended to your hair and makeup. Through the mirror's reflection, your gaze locked with Ellie's, her worried eyes fixed upon you, barely registering Jesse's attempt at conversation. Realizing her distraction, Jesse glanced in your direction, then back at her, he shook his head at her and gave her a knowing look.

Once you reached the last song of your set, you were already near tears. It had been years since you allowed yourself to be so vulnerable, pouring your heart into songs about the woman standing beside you, strumming her guitar for thousands of onlookers, after having been emotionally distant for far too long.

Ellie sensed it, as you sang, your eyes shimmering with a glossy sheen, your grip on the microphone so tight that your knuckles trembled, and your arms quivered ever so slightly. You were losing it and she just wanted to hold you.

“You know you’re on my mind?”

As you hit one of the higher notes of the song, you turned a little sideways, so you were still facing the crowd but you could now lock eyes with her. You both got lost in the moment, consumed by the passion embedded in your melodic words and the strums of her guitar.

“And when the seasons change Will you stand by me? Cause I’m a young one built to fall” As the song ended, whispering the last few lyrics, the crowd cheered loudly, but you heard none of it. The violent ringing in your ears overpowering the noise as an emptiness settled within you.

You didn't know how or when you arrived there, but numbness slipped away as reality crashed upon you. In the backstage bathroom, your back pressed against the wall, Ellie's body pressed fervently against yours, lips moving violently against the other. Your arms wrapped around her neck as her hands gripped your hips tightly. You hated how happy you felt when her lips first met yours a few minutes ago. All the memories from years ago where you’d find yourself in this similar situation after concerts came back to you. It was so similar but so different—her lips, her skin, her taste—all held a haunting familiarity, overwhelming you in this moment. Her lips trailed down your jaw and neck, leaving light marks upon your skin. Then, it struck you—the image of her hands on that other girl, her lips on that other girl—and your heart broke all over again. So you shoved her away.

Her eyes widened, a string of apologies tumbling from her lips, but you tuned it out, the all-too-familiar ringing returning to fill your ears.

“fuck….I can’t do this…” those familiar words left your lips and she realized what was happening, you were walking out again.

She stood there, her heart racing wildly, tears streaming down her face, as you ran out, unable to halt the flood of emotions. She finally got to hold you for the first time in years, only to watch you slip through her fingers once more. Her skin tingled, clinging to the lingering touch of your presence but you weren't even there anymore.

The next time she’d ever get to see your pretty face again would be in pictures from online articles on how you died that very night. "Another young one lost"

[blossomwritesthings]

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

word count: 4.4k

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a/n: OKAY, SO- 💀 I HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR THE DELAYED UPDATE!!!! 💀😔 My life has been so incredibly fucking busy lately... with working full time and doing summer uni courses full time and planning for lolla and like, the 5 other concerts im going to in the later half of this year... it's been a lot, fam. 😭 I've been under sm stress at work and from school that I've been getting really bad chest pains, but I'm trying to manage things so it's slowly getting better. But the burn out is real, people. That shit fucks you over sooo bad omg 😭 I just have no motivation to write anything at the end of the day or on the weekends because I'm so fucking tired of using my brain all week. Going to Lolla will be my first REAL vacation from work/uni in over 2 and a half years. That's acc insane to me lmao. ANYWAYS!!!! 🗣️💥 I've already written like, 2 more chapters for this fic when I was in a mania-induced rage a few weeks ago lol, so I just need to find the time/motivation to edit those within the next few weeks. And I already have big plans for the rest of the chapters in this so... I'm excited. Now I just gotta find the willpower to ACC write my ideas 😜

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 To his utter surprise, Minho decided to attend Felix’s dorm party that weekend. The final decision shocked the rest of his friends too, who had grown accustomed to his home-body spirit. Because usually, every time they asked — more like begged — him to go to parties with the three of them, he always backed out of everything. His favorite excuses were being too exhausted from dance practice or not feeling good from studying so much. 

  “I actually cannot believe you’re going to this shit,” Chris said with a laugh that night. He was sprawled across Minho’s bed, one earbud in his ear as his head bobbed up and down to a beat he was mixing on his laptop. Meanwhile, Minho was scurrying across his room, slipping on a pair of socks and making sure he looked somewhat put together. But he didn’t want to seem too desperate to fit in either, since he knew that most of the people at the party would be young freshmen and sophomores. 

  He had decided — with a little bit of Chris’ help — on a pair of black sweats, and an oversized graphic tee from one of his favorite Korean bands. It was nothing out of the ordinary for him to wear, but just ‘normal’ enough for him to fit in with the crowd that night. 

  “Honestly, I’m kinda shocked that you’re not going too,” Minho said as he hurried to slip on his Converse.

  With that, Chris looked up from his flashing computer screen with a deep frown plastered across his face. “Do you really think I want to go to a party and watch as my little brother sticks his tongue down at least ten people's throats?” 

  Minho stopped fumbling with his shoelaces and looked up at Chris with a raised eyebrow. “He’s not actually gonna do that tonight, Chris.” 

  “You obviously don’t know my brother these days… the one that’s mature— at least in his eyes, anyway,” Chris started, tapping away at his computer keyboard again and cursing under his breath for a split second. “That little boy that you grew up with is completely gone, Min.” 

  For a few beats, there was utter silence in Minho’s bedroom after Chris’ statement. Then, Minho fit his wallet into his pants pocket and unhooked his phone from his charging port. 

  “Is that why you… don’t really spend a lot of time with him ever since he got to campus?” 

  Chris threw a long roll of his eyes towards Minho, “That, and the fact that I’m a little too old and tired to be fucking around with a bunch of young kids these days.” 

  “Felix isn’t a young kid, Chris. He’s a grown adult.” 

  Sighing heavily, Chris hoisted himself up and off of Minho’s bed, patting his shoulder in a rough way as he passed Minho on the way out of the bedroom. “We’ll see if you change your opinion on that after tonight.”

  And the entire time Minho made the short trek over to the freshman’s side of campus, he couldn’t get Chris’ words out of his head. They were stuck in the depths of his brain, playing over and over again. Because there was no way that Felix would be so badly changed from the last time he had spent a night with him during their childhood. 

  Sure, Minho had noticed a slight change when they had met in the campus gardens the day before, but it wasn’t… that bad. Not like anything Chris was describing.

  Even still, Minho could feel his entire body tense up as he got closer to the freshman dormitory. He could hear his heartbeat in the corners of his ears as he knocked on Felix’s door. He could sense his palms growing cold and clammy as the loud base of music thrummed underneath his feet. 

  Almost as quickly as he had knocked, someone opened the door. He had never seen the guy before, but he had purple-dyed hair and a dazzling white smile. Reaching out to Minho’s hand, the beautiful stranger yanked him in excitedly. 

  “Holy shit- you must be the famous Minho! I’ve heard so much about you!” The guy shouted over the music, closing the door behind Minho and leading the two of them into the nearby kitchen. “I’m Jisung, by the way.” 

  Without even having time to process the chaos that was the person in front of him, Minho’s hand was grabbed by Jisung and shaken thoroughly. “Uhm- nice to meet you, Jisung…” His voice trailed off as his mind carded through the slightly slurred words that had just fallen from the purple-haired man’s lips. “What do you mean by hearing so mu—”

  “Hey, Jisung! Stop being such a fucking weirdo and let the man breathe!” Someone off to their right shouted in an exasperated tone. 

  Minho turned and noticed a dark-haired figure bent over in the shadows of the kitchen. They raised their head from the counter, rubbing their nose and sneezing violently. Slowly, Minho’s eyes registered the small bit of white substance that was left behind and laid out on the kitchen counter in a neat line. The dude was fucking snorting cocaine. Just then, Minho’s focus turned to the rest of the kitchen’s counters, which were lined with a plethora of drinks, drugs, and other shit he didn’t even have names for. A random couple was making out in the background, the girl’s ass pressing down atop the counter as the man between her legs bit violet marks into the side of her neck. 

  Turning his eyes away from the couple, he watched as the cocaine-snorter sidled up to their sides. Slinging a lazy arm around Jisung’s neck, he pulled him in for a tight hug. “You must be Minho, huh?” He asked in a long drawl, the kind you only got with copious amounts of drugs and liquor flowing through your system. 

  “Y-Yeah… Felix invited me to this last minute, but I’m starting to think maybe coming was a bad idea…” Minho said in a quiet voice that was barely decipherable over the ear-piercing rap blasting throughout the entire dorm. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable under the two strangers' gazes, he fit his hands in his pockets, eyes darting around the kitchen for the closest exit. 

  “You’re a lot cuter in person than what I always imagined,” The guy holding onto Jisung said, stumbling over a bit and making Jisung laugh heartily. The guy had soft cheekbones but razor-sharp eyes. The kind that Minho felt were piercing into him and studying his very being with each second that passed. His jet-black hair was messy atop his head and slightly curled at the ends. “I’m Seungmin, by the way. But most of these fucks around here call me Doggy.” 

  Placing a hand on Seungmin’s chest lovingly, Jisung flashed Minho a sly kind of smile. “He can get you anything you want— just say the word, pay up, and he’ll have it in your hands by the end of the week…” Jisung’s words drifted off into the chaos around them as he studied Minho. 

  Minho felt like both of the young men in front of him were sidling him up — wondering, and guessing, why someone as plain and boring as him was connected to Lee Felix in some way. Minho could feel his palms growing sweatier by the second as he gripped the suffocating fabric of his pant pockets. 

  “So— what’s your weakness?” Seungmin slurred on, eyes growing dark as his gaze traced Minho’s form up and down in the kitchen’s dim lighting. “Fet? Coke? Meth—”

  Already starting to feel sick to his stomach by the topic of conversation, Minho held his hands up in a silent plea for him to stop. “Uhm— not really into that kinda shit.” 

  “What a shame… you’d be a pretty addict, for sure.” Jisung said in a flirtatious tone, biting the corner of his lip as he studied Minho.

  Slowly, Minho could feel himself caving inward. His shoulders dropping, and heartbeat turning into a low thrum, all he wanted to do was get out of the situation he was stuck in. “How do you guys know Felix? Are you both freshman too?” 

  Jisung burst out laughing at that, reaching towards the nearby kitchen counter and pouring himself a solo cup full of vodka. “You're kidding me, right? We’ve been Felix’s homies since our high school days.” 

  “And yes, if you must know— we’re freshman’s,” Seungmin said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the solo cup from Jisung’s hand and took a long swig of it. Much to Jisung’s displeasure. “Why? What’s it to ya?” 

  Minho shrugged nonchalantly, trying to act like the entire atmosphere around them wasn’t making him extremely uncomfortable. “I was just making friendly conversation,” and before he could let either of the guys in front of him say anything more, he decided to remove himself from the situation entirely. “Actually, I think I’m gonna go try and find Felix…” 

  As he was walking away from the kitchen, he could hear the boys snickering behind him, with Jisung shouting in slurred words, “Good luck finding him if he’s getting his dick sucked in the bathroom!” Minho could hear the two guys laughing manically in the kitchen as he made his way into the rest of the dorm. 

  Immediately upon entering the living room, he remembered just how small the freshman’s living spaces were. The entire place was jammed packed full of bodies writhing and shaking. A space in the middle of the room had been cleared for a makeshift dance floor, so couples were grinding up on each other and making out to the sultry r&b coursing throughout the entire place. Bodies filled up every seat and sofa in the vicinity. 

  The entire room was dark with the curtains closed. That added to the smoky atmosphere, as people smoked cigs, vapes, and joints everywhere that Minho looked. It was hard to see through the haziness of everything, but eventually, he spotted Felix. 

  Felix was… 

  Sitting on one of the couches, 

  Busy making out with another guy.

  And just then, Minho couldn’t even understand the exact feelings he had upon such a discovery. It was a mix of surprise, queasiness, but also… something else too, which he dared not name. 

  He shoved everything down into a firm ball in the pit of his stomach, shuffling towards a nearby table and popping himself a cold bottle of soju. Taking a long swig from the chilled rim, he gradually shuffled his way through the dance floor over to where Felix was. 

  The younger man seemed to exude a certain kind of presence… captivating at least half of the room with his aura. Felix's energy was dark and smoky and… something so mysterious and foreign to Minho, he had no idea how to navigate all of it. 

  “Felix— hi,” Minho yelled over the loud music, waving towards Felix to catch his attention. There were a few other people squished onto the sofa where he was sitting, but all of them were focused on the tv screen which was flashing with an intense game of Super Smash Bros. 

  As soon as Felix’s focus was caught, he was pulling away from the other man’s lips. In the dimness of the room, Minho distinctly caught onto the way that messy strings of saliva parted from their lips, and how Felix’s mouth was puffy and swollen from kissing all night.

  Eyes brightening and pink freckled cheeks shading just a tiny bit, Felix shot up from his spot on the couch, fumbling his way over to Minho’s side. For a split second, Minho was able to gaze at Felix’s form — at the white skort he was wearing which was so short, half of his ass was exposed, and the baby-blue crop top that rose just above his belly button. A belly ring glinted in the sultry lighting of the room, along with all of the silver earrings, rings, and necklaces that adorned Felix’s milky-white skin. 

  “M-Min, oh my god, you made it!” Felix exclaimed happily, tugging on Minho’s wrist gently and leading him over to his spot on the couch. The man that he had been making out with only seconds before shuffled to the side, allowing room for Minho to sit down. Then, he grabbed Felix’s hips and sat him down on his lap. Felix let out a tiny giggle, snuggling his ass backward and earning a grunt from the guy underneath him. “I’m so happy to see you!” 

  Minho flashed him the best smile he could muster at that moment. What with being incredibly overstimulated by everything, and the shock of meeting some of Felix’s... choice friends, and seeing his best friend’s little brother making out viscerally at a party… 

  The night definitely wasn’t turning out as he had hoped, that was for sure. 

  “I met some of your friends, they’re uhm— interesting, to say the least,” Minho laughed awkwardly, carding a few shaking fingers through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting you to be… part of such a crowd, Lix.” 

  Felix shrugged the tiniest of bits, his eyes flicking away from Minho’s and focusing on the video game some of the others were playing. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Minho. Things have changed since the last time we hung out.” There was a weight to his words, they felt heavy on Minho's shoulders and weighed on his heart. Even still, he tried to push away those feelings and just live in the moment, without any worries or inhibitions 

  “That’s for sure…” 

  But Minho wasn’t really paying attention to anything else that Felix was saying, if he was saying anything at all. Because he was too busy watching the guy underneath Felix draw circles against his bare skin. Fingers skirting across his skin, the guy softly massaged the soft skin of his thighs, forcing gooseflesh to erupt to the surface. 

  “This is Renjun, by the way,” Felix said, cutting through the silence between them and breaking the trance Minho had fallen into. “He’s a… friend, of sorts.” 

  Renjun turned his face away from Felix’s body, taking a long drawl of a joint that Minho hadn’t even noticed was positioned between his fingers. “Yeah, ‘cause friends definitely stick their dicks in each other’s assess… that's just what friends do, right?” Renjun let out a loud cackle, the kind that would probably make Minho burst out into laughter too, if they were in a different situation. 

  Felix gave the man underneath him a deep frown before his eyes focused back on Minho. “I mean… if you’re truly friends— anything could happen, right?” Just then, he started moving again, hips circling just a little bit atop Renjun’s lap. Almost instantly, the dark-haired man was groaning out loud and clutching onto Felix's hips for dear life. And the entire time, Felix kept his gaze locked with Minho's, practically staring right into his soul.

  Minho was keenly aware of the dry saliva he swallowed down, trying to ignore the way his heart lept just a little bit in his chest at the sight of Felix grinding down against Renjun’s lap. Trying to ignore the way his pants grew just a tiny bit tighter at the sight of Felix flashing Renjun a playful, dim smirk. 

  “Renjun, stop fucking moaning, you’re ruining the vibes right now!” A silver-haired guy who was sitting in front of Minho said. He was part of the group that was focused on the tv, playing Smash like they were in a professional tournament or some shit. “I’m Jeongin, by the way, Lee Felix’s bestie since the sixth grade.” The silvered fox said, momentarily looking away from his game and flashing Minho a smile. 

  At that, Renjun let out a low chortle. “Too bad you weren’t close enough to fuck him, eh?”

  Minho’s attention darted from Jeongin’s face back to Renjun, examining the way his raven locks were somewhat disheveled— like they had been gripped pretty hard recently. 

  Gripped hard by… Felix. 

  Felix threw his hands up into the air, seeming to admit defeat. “What is it with everyone around here wanting to fuck me?!” He exclaimed- although he didn’t seem that upset by the prospect in the first place. Instead, he grabbed ahold of the joint Renjun was smoking and took a long drag of it. Blowing the smoke up in the air around him, Felix’s slightly hooded gaze zeroed back onto Minho. “It’s not like I’m that attractive— I only get the young people to fuck me.” 

  Minho shifted in his spot on the couch, feeling that floaty, twisted snake thrum through his veins. He stared down at his strawberry-flavored soju bottle, pretending to be fascinated with the label. When in actuality, he was doing everything in his power to avoid Felix’s stare. 

  “I mean, who wouldn’t wanna fuck you? You’re cute— you’re hot, you’re fun, and you’re a damn good bottom, too.” Renjun said in a deep voice, and through the reflection of the tv screen in front of them, Minho could make out the way he leaned down and pressed a feverish kiss to Felix’s exposed neck.

  Like a train wreck that you can’t stop watching, Minho couldn’t help but turn his head to watch Felix atop Renjun again. He was still dancing across his lap, doing so with a little more fervor this time. The compliments probably fueled his fire, Minho assumed. Felix was gradually beginning to wreak of a mix of weed, liquor, and the sweet scent of floral perfume. Yet in that moment, it was all too intoxicating for Minho. 

  Turning his head slowly, Felix ruffled Renjun’s locks playfully. “Awe thanks— I feel so flattered that you find me pretty, Renjunnie~” He cooed in a gentle voice, fingers skirting across Renjun’s round cheek with a caress. 

  “Well, I’m sure Minho sure doesn’t wanna fuck you.” Jeongin deadpanned, his voice cascading down around their small group. He was still focused on the game but bent his head backward a bit. Fox-like eyes studied Minho’s face in the smokiness of the room just then. And Jeongin’s lips cracked into a wide, Cheshire grin just as he turned back to the tv. “Actually, never mind— maybe he does.” 

  The entire time, Minho had been entirely too quiet. Letting everything play out, observing and judging silently. He was probably the oldest one in that room, and he could feel the significance of his grade year and maturity weighing down on his shoulders like a 200lb barbell. 

  He took a final swig of his soju, before tossing it into a nearby trashcan. “Honestly, I’m old enough to be his brother, so no— definitely not,” Minho said in a low tone, his throat constricting a tiny bit. 

  But it was just the alcohol, it was just the liquor that was getting to him. 

  And the weed in the air and the cigarettes and every other thing floating around him. It was the loud bass thrumming through the bottoms of his feet and it was the blaring disco ball that was flashing rainbow-colored shapes on the dance floor. 

  Yes, it was all of that… 

  And none of what Felix was doing beside him, or how Felix was looking at him or- 

  “I mean, yeah— a dancer and fashion designer together?? Fucking hell, it’d never work. Aren’t dancers always too tired to even get it up in the first place?” Renjun slurred his words just a tiny bit, as the weed no doubt flooded into his system. 

  “But I bet those hips don’t lie!” Jeongin shrieked with laughter, slapping his leg in happiness at their stupid jokes. 

  So suddenly, Minho realized why he was invited to the party in the first place. 

  He wasn’t included to have a good time, or because he was missed, or because people wanted to meet him. 

  No, he was invited to be the laughing stock of everyone there… 

  Hey guys- look! A stupid ass senior shimmying his way into a freshman party, look at how stupid he looks— 

  trying to hit on the hottest guy on campus.

   And the thinks that he has a fighting fucking chance when everyone else wants — and gets to have Felix — 

  But no , definitely not him, not ever. The brother’s best friend?? Felix would never stoop so low. 

  The energy shifted between Minho and the rest of them sitting there on the couch, freezing in place as soon as he shot up from his spot on the couch. Yanking out his phone from his pants pocket, the screen flashed with the time — one in the morning. He had been acting stupid, been the night’s entertainment, for more than three hours. And just as he realized the time, he noticed the eyes on him — how half of the room was watching him, with people hiding their smiles and laughs behind palms and solo cups and joints. 

  “I have class tomorrow, I should head out.” Is the only explanation he gave, not even affording Felix or the others another glance as he pulled away from the sofa and forced his way through the shaking bodies on the dance floor. And when Jisung and Seungmin called out to him from the kitchen as he passed them by, he gave them no attention. 

  The eyes on his back, which he could feel the entire way to the door, just about killed him. He felt like he was about to suffocate, his heart racing against his ribcage, pushing and pushing, just like he had been pushed all night by everyone. 

  And Felix was no better. 

  He was no better than everyone else because he was the one who had invited him in the first place. 

  So Minho was shocked, then, when he felt a small hand grab ahold of his wrist just as he was about to step into the elevator. To take him away from such a hellhole and such a depressing prison of losers. 

  “Minho— wait, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean—”

   Minho didn’t even turn around, couldn’t, in that moment. Instead, he let Felix hold onto him, let the feeling of his nimble fingers cascade through his system. Let Felix gradually move his hand until he was threading his fingers through Minho’s. 

  Just like they used to sometimes when they hung out together in their childhood. 

  When they were bored, and no one was around, and Chris was nowhere to be found and they could— 

  “It’s all my fault, I’m sorry— I was so fucking stupid for thinking—”

  “Why do you hang out with those people?” 

  Was all that Minho could manage to say, focusing his attention on the way Felix’s hand radiated warmth, how it lit up all the synapses of Minho’s body and kindled the dying fire inside of the deepest parts of him. 

  “They’re my friends, they’re not just ‘people’ to me.” 

  At that, Minho let out a dry laugh. The kind that had no humor in it and was completely sardonic. “What a great bunch of friends you got there, Lix…” 

  Minho regretted the moment he said the word, the moment he used the old nickname in such a cold, seething kind of way. Because as soon as it fell from his lips, the warm fingers wrapped around his were pulling away. 

  “I was nice enough to invite you, I was nice enough to let you into my life again— and you’ve decided to shit on it.” Minho still had his back turned on him, but he could imagine the look on Felix’s face then. If his low, venomous tone was anything to go off of. 

  Slowly, Minho turned around. He found his body moving on their own accord. And just like that, he was facing Felix again. Minho was studying his face and the way it was drained of all color. How there was nothing in his eyes then, but only heartbreak and barely-masked tears. 

  “I never asked to be let in, Felix,” Minho said, but the words came out as a whisper. Like if he spoke loud enough, someone from inside the party would hear them and come running out to take photos. Look, the campus's local desperate senior trying to coax the popular freshman into- “You know I didn’t. Not like this, never.” 

  Without even trying to, Minho could feel his body moving again. His hand reached up and caressed Felix’s cheek. Thumb smoothing across freckles and softness, brushing just underneath his long eyelashes. And for a moment, just like it was once again a dream, Felix leaned into it. Let himself go for but a mere breath, sighing into it. 

  He pressed his face a little closer to Minho’s hand, eyes fluttering shut only slightly. Cheeks heating up underneath Minho’s touch, Felix's gaze shot open again as soon as the thumb underneath his eye migrated to his mouth. Migrated to caressing his bottom lip. 

  “Don’t.” 

  Minho watched the single word escape past Felix’s lips, and instantly, the tension in the air between them broke and shattered. Like someone had taken a knife to his heart once more, tearing him apart by flesh and bone, his hand was dropping from Felix’s skin. 

  “Go back to the party so you can get fucked by Renjun.” 

  The statement was a double-edged sword, both of them knew. 

  The words registered in Felix’s mind and Minho watched as the disdain colored his energy again. Painting him in violent shades of crimson and lilac, Felix said nothing as Minho backed away and into the elevator. 

  Just before he was able to press the button inside to go down, Felix reached out and grabbed ahold of the elevator’s door. “Don’t you ever fucking come back around these parts, or I’ll-” He spit out in a wicked kind of way, the emotions swirling in his pupils. 

 “You’ll… what? Beat me up? You and I both know you’re not capable of that, Lixie…” Minho said, his tone winding around the crackling air between them. He flashed Felix one final smirk, before pushing the button to go down to the first floor. 

  The last thing he saw before the elevator doors closed was Felix’s face, the way his pretty red lips were pressed into a firm, displeased line. The way his eyes were hooded with a mix of rage and exasperation. 

  The last thing that Minho saw on Felix’s face that night was utter betrayal and contempt… 

  To be honest, it was just like the old days again… when Minho had told Felix he was leaving for university and they'd never be able to talk again...

  He had wished to travel back to their childhoods so much, 

  And like a blessing from the God’s, he had been afforded such a thing. 

  What a sweet memory to travel back to… Such sweet revenge to be gifted. 

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

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Hiiii! For Atros x Solas! "come, before the band stops playing. dance with me." Happy writing!

oooh this was fun thank you! my chaos boy........ i love him sfm 😭 @dadrunkwriting 558 words cws: mentions of background character death as in canon

Solas looked right here. Which was ridiculous, or should have been ridiculous, but… he did. He looked right. In the uniform that Atros had scowled to see, refusing to look in a mirror, detesting the idea of having to dress up and be presentable for a bunch of shems, but Solas just slipped in like he was made for this place. Even in his stupid little hat. He should have looked ridiculous. Atros wanted him to look ridiculous, had been expecting to have a good laugh, a shared joke between them. 

Instead, this. Solas wearing the uniform and the hat with a stunning grace and authority, and damn if that didn't do something to Atros. He had some thoughts about having Solas stay in that uniform tonight, but those would keep. For now they had to navigate all the complexity of the Winter Palace: and it was outrageously complex. When they got to the fighting—practically inevitable, really—it had come as something of a relief, although he had to choke down his rage at the servants' lives carelessly and cruelly spent. But at least he knew how to fight, knew the steps. This was honest, where the Game was all deception, saying what you don't mean, smiles like blades slipped between ribs except he only understood the second part. 

But it was strange that Solas understood it all. Strange that he carried himself the way he did. Atros had been watching him all night; in front of other servants he moved naturally, smiled warmly, was sincere. In front of the shems he was coolly indifferent, unaffected, poised. Their gaze slipped across him as if he wasn't there, blending into the background despite standing tall in plain sight. 

Even had he not been the Inquisitor, he knew he couldn't manage that. He was always going to be ill-fit here, always gangly and disproportionate, at odds with expectation. That was him. 

So when they were done with bloodshed and politics (were they even separate things in Orlais?) and he stood on the balcony trying to get some fresh air, something far from the thick rush of perfumes that had given him a headache as soon as he'd entered the palace, he was not terribly surprised that Solas joined him. He must have known this was the right moment… he knew everything else about this. 

What did surprise him was the other man asking him to dance. “Me? You're kidding.” His voice was deadpan but Solas' hand remained stretched out to him, bent in a slight bow. And he was smirking.

“Come,” he said, voice warm and with just the edge of teasing. “Before the band stops playing. Let's have this moment—dance with me.” A raised brow, a challenge. “Or does our brave Inquisitor fear dancing when it's not for political gain?” He scowled at the memory of dancing with Florianne.

“I was so scared I was going to step on her foot,” he muttered even as he placed his hand in Solas', inhaling sharply when that hand closed around his and drew him near. “I think now I should've.”

“She deserved as much,” Solas admitted as he led Atros in a far simpler dance, “but you conducted yourself admirably. And I am confident Josephine is relieved you danced well.”

“Can't let Josie down,” he shot back, lips quirking when Solas grinned. With teeth.

[misc-obeyme]

OKAY I'M WRITING THIS ON THE BUS TO WORK I'VE GOT 40 MINUTES AND PRAYING NO ONE LOOKS OVER MY SHOULDER.

Hello it's been over a month since the last part 😭 I've lost the groove. But uhh remember how I said Dia is a sponsor for the tour? He definitely ropes Belphie into attending some shows for promo pics. Belphie is going to attend the very first concert stop that night (there's maybe like four before the show in their city or something)

I'm thinking Lucifer is checking in on Mammon when I burst into the shop, running late but still making a stop for breakfast. Mammon slides my order towards me, waving his hand when I try to pay. Cue me glaring at him and stuffing a $20 bill in his tip jar BECAUSE HE CAN'T KEEP TRYING TO GIVE SOLOMON AND I FREE FOOD.

And he scoffs because I know I don't carry cash, BUT NOW I HAVE TO BC I GOTTA TO PAY HIM !! SIR !! YOU'LL GO OUT OF BUSINESS !! Lucifer is watching this all with a raised eyebrow. (He definitely makes his family pay. Luke is the only other one to get free stuff.)

anyway when I'm reaching for my drink he grabs my wrist impulsively because he notices I'm wearing new bracelets ??

"The hell are these?"

"I made them for my concert! Y'know, the one I keep talking about? Where I didn't come for a while because I had no money? It's in a couple days !!"

of course he knows about the concert. he knows about it, but Solomon and him kept forgetting the exact date. He also forgot to ask beg Lucifer to ask Dia for tickets.

"Why're ya making bracelets?" At the same time Lucifer asks "Concert? What concert?" because he did NOT know I was attending. He was actually planning to stop by after finishing checking on Mammon to present me with tickets.

"Fall Out Boy! My favorite band ever? The one I'm always playing in the shop? They're coming here! And I bought tickets so long ago and I'm so excited because it's my first concert and they're my favorite band ever and *wheezes for air* AND I GOT FLOOR SEATS TOO AND THEY'RE LIKE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE AND I CAN'T WAIT AND TO TRADE BRACELETS- ohmygod I'm even more late now okay bye guys!"

And Lucifer is kinda sitting there shocked. He doesn't know why he didn't expect me to buy tickets. Now he must recalculate.

"Hey Lucifer..." With the tone he used to use when he wanted to borrow money before starting the cafe. "I'm not bailing you out of bankruptcy for giving away food to your crushes." "C-CRUSHES? W-WHA? WHO SAID THAT, I AIN'T SAY NOTHIN LIKE THAT-" "Mammon." "Damn it, Lucifer, that ain't what I was gonna ask! I was gonna ask... Diavolo's sponsoring this thing, ain't he?" "And what of it if he is?" "...Ya think he has two extra tickets? I'll pay for 'em no problem. I just don't want her going alone, ya know?"

And Lucifer stares at him for a long time. So long Mammon is getting nervous, wringing a rag in his hands. And it clicks for Lucifer how he'll save this.

"Find out what seat she's purchased and let me know. I'll ask Diavolo and see what I can do. No promises, Mammon."

And Mammon practically beams while letting out a big breath. He nods enthusiastically and texts Solomon 'I need to find out what seat that ticket she bought is' to not forget, because he knows he'll be texting Solomon later anyway and will see the last message he sent, so he's sure to not forget. Foolproof plan.

"You need just two tickets, or three seats together?"

"...Three seats together. I said two tickets because she already has one, don't she? One for me, one for Solomon."

"Interesting. I'll let you know."

"Eh?! What is that supposed to mean?!"

okay uhh next part is gonna have beel and belphie i think at the cafe visiting mammon!! im happy to be writing this again. I did make bracelets when I attended this concert but I only made twenty the night before 😭 I had procrastinated so long and debated because I was too afraid of going up to people to hand them out. But I did get to trade !! I still have all the one's I got.

Um umm I had other things to say I'm forgetting. I looked up from my phone and panicked because I thought I missed my stop o(-( nah it was just construction making everything unrecognizable

have i named my mc before? i can't remember. i just keep avoiding using her name akwkwjd oops

OKAY BYE HAVE A GOOD DAY, MANAGED TO FINISH THIS BEFORE GETTING TO MY STOP

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MC NAME REVEAL, READY GO~

LOL but seriously, I have not heard her name and now I wish to know it! I know YOUR name of course, since I have stalked your blog a bit since you came off anon~ ah sorry if that's creepy~

But anyway!!

Lucifer to the rescue!!! What a guy, he's so nice in this story but still totally himself I love it~

Mammon giving away food to his crushes ;asldkfjdf and OF COURSE the only other one who gets free food is Luke that's so cuuuuuute!

I also LOVE the detail of Mammon texting Solomon something so that he'll remember it. It tells us so much about Mammon (ADHD lol), but it also speaks volumes about his relationship with Solomon at this point, too. Because if you know you're going to be texting someone that often, then they must be pretty important to you. And also you must feel comfortable with them if you're texting them little reminders for yourself. I just think this is a really cute detail~

Anyway, as always, I'm here for this sweet story!!

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

Checkmate

Ship: Anxceit (Whumpee!Virgil, Whumper!Janus)

CW/TW: (be aware that what I am about to describe is not censored.) graphic themes and descriptions of violence, this includes: forcing someone to relapse with self injury, allusion to past self harm, cutting someone with a knife, mind games/emotional abuse, malnourishment/starvation, talk of weight in numbers, themes of suicide and suicidal ideation (this is pretty detailed, you have been warned.)

Summary: After Virgil joins the light sides, Janus slowly reaches a psychotic break due to abandonment and feelings of betrayal and takes it upon himself to take Virgil back to where he belongs, via kidnapping him and holding him in the dark side of the mind palaces basement, AKA the subconscious.

A/N: this is my first time writing Whump, so If anything feels rushed or misplaced please understand that I am a beginner to writing these kinds of things. I am personally not open to (constructive) criticism—I am really sensitive when it comes to things I’m passionate about 😭—so please, let me learn at my own pace if things do need to be changed around a bit, thank you!<3

(I’m editing this at 12:44 AM because I can’t sleep so, uh, surprise oneshot release I guess? Idk 😭🙏🏻)

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Janus’ eyes glimmered as he stared at the rusty chains that were around Virgil’s wrists, the ones keeping him shackled against the wall of the basement, leaving his arms raised up in the air and his legs crisscrossed beneath him. Virgil’s head had fallen against his chest in defeat after trying to scream into the dark abyss for help again, quickly realizing that his pleas wouldn’t be heard with the muffling of a rag in his mouth.

His lower jaw poked at his collarbones with horrendous uncomfortability from the consequences of malnourishment. He was already relatively small—around 115 pounds or so—and the past few days without food were weighing on him. His bones protruded like knives against his skin. You could see the outline of his collarbones to his shoulder blades through his torn up band tee. His bangs—or what was left of them—had fallen over his eyes, keeping him from seeing Janus whose gaze had shifted to Virgils face, eerily delighted.

Virgil thrashed his head around—though in reality more like hazily bobbed it in circles—trying his hardest to spit out the aforementioned rag that Janus had put there after his lazy attempt at being noticed by the others on the second day of his kidnapping. On the first, Janus had knocked him out hard enough to where he drifted in and out of consciousness, leaving Janus enough time to chain him up without a struggle. Despite the chains, he actually thought he could trust Virgil to not scream for help. He was wrong, hence, the rag.

It had now been five and a half days since his initial kidnapping, and the light sides seemed to have gone off of the deep end…almost. Patton had shut down, preventing himself from feeling any kind of emotion due to the fact that if he even shed one tear, it would lead to a messy and disgusting breakdown. Logan wouldn’t come out of his room for anything at all, as he was drowning himself in as much work as possible, writing and re-writing scripts even if he thought they were already pristine and perfect as was, he needed something to keep himself from flying off the hinges. And Roman was…quiet, withdrawn. He wasn’t his usual ego-centric self anymore, he was timid, almost like a ghost or a shell of who he once was. You could practically call him a people-pleaser. All of them had their own ways of grasping for the tiniest bit of control they had left, and it was shocking to see what came out of it.

But Virgil couldn’t comprehend any of this as Janus updated him on it day by day, Janus’ way of slowly ripping Virgils freshly acquired healthy emotional state apart by using his new “found family” as a means of revenge for the gaping would of abandonment Virgil had left him with. Hell, between Virgils drug induced haze and all the sheer sharp pain searing throughout his body, he could barely comprehend where he was. But one thing stopped him from forgetting his new surroundings completely, and that was Janus.

Janus leaned down and took Virgil’s face in his hands roughly, forcing Virgil to look him in the eyes. Virgil’s eyes were dim and worn out, as if he wasn’t all there, like he was somewhere else in his head. He looked so, so very tired. It was almost thrilling for Janus. Virgil had always been one to get lost in his head as a way of coping with things that were out of his control.

“I think,” Janus hissed, the sound full of no-longer suppressed anger and a slight tinge of fear over the fact that Virgil could have been found had he not noticed his pitiful cries when he did a few days ago, “we should play a game.”

The small lightbulb that hung from a loose wire (seemingly appearing from thin air, there was no way to tell where the lightbulbs origin came from) between them illuminated the human side of Janus’ face harshly, putting the crazed look in his eyes on display for only Virgil to see. It felt like Janus could see into his soul, read his thoughts, know every gritty detail of everything that he had ever done down to the way he breathed whilst doing it, just by staring at him.

Virgil’s eyes narrowed as Janus’ thumb ran over his busted lip. If it weren’t for the rag stuffed in his mouth to muffle his cries for help, he would have bit it clean off. Instead, he let the small amount of fury left in him ignite behind his eyes as he stared into Janus’, not moving any longer. He was confused and scared, and when those things were combined, it usually turned into anger. Rage, even. But It was as if the moment Janus touched him, he froze on impact.

“What do you think?” Janus prompted, hand still firmly on Virgil’s jaw. His voice may have been smooth, but his grasp stayed there to show control.

Janus smiled at the incoherent sounds coming from behind the bloodied rag. He laughed to himself, amused by the struggle. “Ah, I forgot about your little…predicament.” He ribbed, pulling out the soaking rag with ease.

Virgil inhaled harder than he’d ever before, taking in as much oxygen as possible. It had been days since that rag had been placed there; a precaution so that were the search for Thomas’ anxiety to continue and a meeting be pursued once more, they wouldn’t hear much from upstairs. Virgil winced a bit at the memory of Janus’ footsteps quickly echoing throughout the basement and walking up to him. (“tsk, I thought you would’ve been smart enough to know not to scream. Here, let me help you with that.” He had said, hastily shoving a clean rag forcefully into his mouth, rendering Virgil silent; mostly because of fear but also because of shock. He had absolutely no clue why Janus was doing any of this.) It also didn’t help that the dark mind palaces basement was usually hot and stuffy already, which made the struggle to breathe worse; especially if you had to rely on only breathing through your nose, which was broken, meaning the little oxygen he could muster wasn’t enough, leading him to pass out only a few minutes after regaining consciousness, over and over and over again over the past 84 hours.

“Let…go of…me.” Virgil demanded, panting. He struggled against his chains, trying to wriggle his way out of them. His wrists ached as they strained against the cuffs around them.

Janus grabbed Virgils arms firmly, chains rattling, rag dripping blood and saliva down Virgil’s right arm. “No need for that, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you again. Not yet.”

His lips curled upwards slightly at the fear that shocked through Virgil at such simple words. He watched as the hair on Virgil’s arms began to stick up, his arms covered in goosebumps. It was absolutely hilarious to Janus that Virgil had no clue what was coming at any given moment.

Virgil could put on a defiant act all he wanted, but his body would always show how he truly felt: Afraid, Horrified, Helpless.

It was a beautiful sight to see someone at the mercy of his actions considering he had always felt helpless against the others, it was nice to feel in control for once. …And also quite pathetic how hard Virgil tried to stop him from achieving that feeling of powerfulness.

“How about a game of chess?” Janus suggested, throwing the rag to the ground, sounding more demanding than anything else. His nails dug deep into Virgil’s wrists, letting him know that if he didn’t answer correctly, there would be consequences. Though, from all of the times he’d seen Virgils eyes light up from winning against Logan in a Chess match, he knew he would probably say yes anyway. Not that Virgil knew that he knew that.

That sparkle in his eyes. It was almost as if Virgil felt like he could finally do something right.

In Virgils drug addled mind, something…clicked. Chess? Since when did Janus know that he had gotten good at Chess? Unless he was…

his eyes almost brimmed with tears at the thought of such an invasive act,

Watching him.

Despite such a heart dropping realization, Virgil nodded, slowly. Even though it had only been a few days, he was numb to any minor pain Janus inflicted upon him anymore. If it wasn’t worth bleeding, it wasn’t worth focusing on, or atleast that’s the mindset he was set on adapting to get through this. Who knew how long Janus would keep him here? how long this would last? But the pressure against his wrists served as a warning, so he gave Janus the answer he wanted. Or so he thought.

The pressure increased as Janus dug his nails deeper, pricking the pale skin a bit. “You speak when you’re spoken to, Virgil.” he ordered, “Or do I need to remind you?” he asked, nodding towards the blood stained knife on the floor; A reminder of Virgils previous mistakes.

Virgil shook his head frantically, “No, no, you don’t” he begged, mouth still tasting of metal from where he was forced to lick up his own blood from the cuts up and down his arm. “A chess game sounds nice, really.”

Janus hummed, satisfied with Virgils response. “Perfect. Well then, I suppose I should explain the rules.” He dropped Virgil’s arms and let them fall into place with the chains, then summoned a chess set and sat it on the ground next to the knife, eyeing the way Virgil tried to breathe in a rhythmic pattern. He really didn’t think he was getting out of this. How glorious.

“If I win, we pick up where we left off last night,” Janus recited, hinting back to only ten hours ago when he was burying a knife deep into Virgils arm. “If you win, I may dress your wounds properly this time.” he watched Virgil as his eyes closed and snapped back open time and time again, barely taking in anything Janus was saying. He was sleep deprived, Janus was sure of it. He had already planned this out ahead of time, so the results were finally setting in. Janus had dissolved a few…”unknown sleeping pills” into Virgils drink the night before after Janus had his fun with the sharpest knife blade he could find, making sure Virgil was extremely drowsy and paranoid, but not too drowsy and paranoid, because otherwise, what’s the fun in that?

Oh, and the “sleeping pills” were actually Janus’ antipsychotics, but Virgil didn’t need to know that.

He kept Virgil awake for two and a half days straight, slicing open the old wounds on his arms. Turning the faded self inflicted cuts into newer, deeper, non-self inflicted ones. Sometimes he forced Virgil to do it himself as he watched, making him restart if there wasn’t enough blood for his liking. Virgil deserved this for leaving him, so the least he could do was cause a bloody mess.

Janus hoisted Virgil up and carefully unlocked the cuffs on his wrists with a small key from his pocket, holding him as his body gave out against Janus’.

Even through the fog of Virgils mental state, and the amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins, and the exhaustion that crept up on him so suddenly over the past few days, he was cognizant enough to understand that not being able to stand up on his own two feet was humiliating. The weakness and feebleness of his body and state of mind were meant to make him feel humiliated. And unfortunately for him, it was working. Janus was succeeding.

Janus, using this as a moment to exert power over his captive, whispered in his ear. “Bring your all, Virgil.”

Virgil vaguely acknowledged the phrase as something Patton would say to him before every match. Eyes glistening, like a proud father-figure. (“You did great last time Virge! Logan was so mad that you won against him that when you left to go back to your room to listen to that PG-13 music, he used one of those slang words the kids use these days. I can’t remember exactly what it was...I think it started with a C? I don’t know, but I’m so proud of you!” Patton had said, so joyous and amazed. Virgil had given him a half-smile and shrugged it off as Patton just being Patton.)

Virgil almost started sobbing then and there; finally feeling a wave of emotion crash over him other than rage and terror for the first time in what felt like forever, but in actuality had only been a few days. A few tears slipped past him, leaving behind a trembling lip in their wake. He clung to Janus for some sort of sick comfort, Janus being the only thing he had right now, even if he was the one causing all of this.

Janus tensed and snickered, pulling away from Virgil and yanking him to the ground, looking down at him through fiery eyes. “Don’t be so emotional already, we’ve barely even started” he rubbed his arms with his hands as if Virgils mere touch had deemed his upper arms distasteful, “and don’t cling to me like that again, it’s disgusting.”

Virgil wiped at his tears obediently, trying to put on a blank face for his captor. He just wanted to go back home. To sit with Patton and Roman and make homemade hot chocolate while bickering over the appeal of the newest Disney shows. His chest hurt, likely from the drugs and blood loss, but also likely because of his longing for his actual family, not whatever this was. Whatever it used to be.

Janus sat down on the opposite side of the board, and slowly removed his gloves, placing them next to him on top of each other and started setting up the pieces.

“Let the game begin.” He stated after a few moments had passed and the board had been properly set up, prompting Virgil to move his first piece.

Virgil reached out reluctantly, placing one of the pieces further on the checkered board. Almost knocking it over as he pulled his hand away as fast as he could, not wanting to be close to Janus.

Janus smirked, noticing this, as he placed one of his pieces further on the board aswell. Deep down, he was hurt by Virgils need to stay as a far as possible, however. Not that it mattered, he could always punish Virgil for that little stunt of emotion later down the line.

This back and forth continued for at least twenty-five minutes, before Virgil could feel the walls closing in around him. He looked at the board in desperation, praying to God that maybe, just maybe if he stared long enough the pieces would maneuver themselves to where he could win.

It didn’t happen.

Janus had him stuck, unable to move without getting defeated. In this sick game, and in real life. It was as if Janus was making a mockery of his own doings.

Virgil moved the piece on the board with a shakey hand, trembling from the dread of what he knew was to come, and looked up at Janus; fear evident in his eyes.

Janus took a breath and moved his piece in front of Virgils quickly, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.

“Checkmate, Virge.”

Virgil stared at the board, filled with shame and regret. He used to be a pro at Chess, and now he was watered down to this. He couldn’t meet Janus’ burning gaze as he stared at him from across the board. Any glint of hope for his future here that he had behind his eyes had been crushed and faded away completely. He was certain that he was going to die here before Patton or any of the others found him. And if he didn’t die, it would become so bad that he would beg Janus to make him do it to get it over with.

Janus got up and pulled Virgil to his feet, clasping the cuffs around his wrists again, not willing to waste any time, taking notice of the newfound compliance.

Janus laughed a little as he picked up the knife, running a finger over the blade. “You know, I really thought you would have been good at that,” he placed the base of the blade on Virgil’s arm and began to drag it agonizingly slow. “I guess it just goes to show that you really are incompetent.”

He watched the blood drip down Virgils forearm, “what a shame, really. You probably would have gone on to be a real good player,” he teased, “probably even better than Logan. I mean I saw the way that blood vessel in his head almost popped from stress and frustration during your match a week or so ago.”

Janus watched as Virgil grit his teeth so hard he thought he would break them from trying not to scream. The confession and the pain were almost too much emotional and psychical trauma for Virgil to bear.

Janus ran a finger over the fresh cuts, looking up at Virgil with nothing but malice in his eyes. “Too bad you’re stuck here now, you really could have been something.”

“Please…please, I’ll do anything, please just make it stop!!” Virgil whimpered, actually thrashing now, a drastic difference from what he had meant to do earlier. He couldn’t handle it anymore, it was all starting to dawn on him. He wasn’t getting out of here. He wasn’t getting out.

“Keep begging, it’s not like I’m going to stop. You’re selfish, that’s all you are. You think you can leave me to pick up the pieces of your abandonment and expect not to face the consequences? I don’t think so.” Janus threatened, slapping Virgil’s arm, causing stinging pain to shoot its way through him. He took the knife back to Virgils skin, digging deeper into the wounds he already created, using his rage as a source to block out the cries of his former best friend. Virgil used to be like a brother to him, but none of that mattered now. This was Virgils fault, he chose this.

Virgil’s hands curled into loose fists with the little energy he had left within himself, desperately trying to wrap his head around Janus’ reasoning but ultimately failing to be able to think of anything due to the hot and awful pain that washed upon him every few seconds. That was why Janus was doing this? His acceptance? He let out animalistic sobs every time the blade met his flesh. None of it made sense. His head hurt and all he wanted was to drop to his knees and bleed out, leaving himself a cold shell of a person. Anything but this. Anything but this. As much as he loved the others, he wanted anything but this.

Eventually, Janus dropped the knife on the floor, blood splattering in every direction. He was tired, and Virgil was beginning to pass out which meant that the fun wouldn’t be able to last any longer. After all, it’s no fun torturing someone when you can’t see the outcome of your work.

He flicked his wrist and summoned a small baggie of crushed up antipsychotic medication and a glass of water, carefully pouring it into the glass in front of his captive. It didn’t matter if Virgil saw what he was doing, what could he do about it? Absolutely nothing.

“Open your mouth.” He instructed sternly. Virgil listened and he tilted the glass back with precision, making sure no droplets of water fell down Virgils face and on to the ground.

Janus set the glass down beside him, “don’t say I never did anything for you” he mumbled, turning on his heel and heading back upstairs to the commons as if nothing had happened.

Janus’ footsteps slowly faded and a door opened. Virgil could hear Remus cackling in the distance, and even though he didn’t exactly know what was so funny, it was presumable that it was about the state of his family. The others were falling apart with the lack of him being around, or that was at least as far as he knew with the “help” of Janus.

Virgil let his legs give out from underneath him and curled in on himself as best he could, searching for the warmth of his own body heat, not necessarily because he was cold, but because he was desperate to feel the warmth of a comforting presence, even if that meant it had to be himself.

He tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his arms by thinking of Patton. Sweet, tender and kind, Patton. Patton who was always there when he had night terrors and was screaming for help, crawling into Virgils bed and cradling him gently until he was conscious enough to know what had happened, and then staying until he fell back asleep. Patton who always let him hold on to his shoulders when the panic attacks got so bad he couldn’t stand upright because he was so dizzy. Patton who always had a cheesy dad joke no matter the severity of the situation. Patton.

It hurt more than any of the psychical pain combined to miss him. He would rather die right now than miss such a sweet soul. If Patton were here, he would have bandaged him up so gently he would have barely even felt it, while humming softly to distract Virgil from the fear and uncertainty burrowing deep in his stomach.

Tears fell down his face as his eyelids finally fluttered close, not being disturbed by a jarring malicious voice ready for revenge. He could finally sleep.

Though, how do you sleep peacefully knowing you’ll probably never get out of a nightmare?

[mx-misty-eyed]

Ok shout-out to Steele for this tag you're so cool for this man tysm

Anyway this is for Tyler and Josh if you guys really do look through this tag,

I really just wanna start off by thanking you for literally everything, like you are responsible for who I am. I found y'all when I was 8 years old and i've been a fan for over half my life. For like the first four years since I found you I exclusively listened to your music like no joke I had an ipod with blurryface and NOTHING ELSE but even when I started listening to other music it was bands that were associated with yours and everything I listen to now has stemmed from that. I found my best friend when I was younger through you and later on in life I met the co-owner of this blog and introduced you to him and we bonded over that. I literally found out I was trans cuz me and my best friend in elementary school wanted to be you guys for Halloween but after that I started going by josh and at a certain point in my life I had to confront that and question why I liked it so much 😭. The entire community and friend group that has formed on here because of you is honestly one of the best things I've been a part of, your music brings people together. And ofc I'm sure you hear this a lot but I literally wouldn't be here without you, i'm about to celebrate my 17th birthday which is way farther than I planned on living and I still struggle and shit is still hard but you've always been there for me even if you don't know. Ya'll reignited my passion for art and also helped me discovered my love for music. And both of you (but also specifically josh) have been my role models growing up like you practically raised me through your music lol, so anyway thanks

-jaime <33

(PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLAY SLOWTOWN OR LOVELY IN OAKLAND PLEASE YOU ALWAYS NEGLECT THE BAY AREA😔)

[fkyumerica]

Tue 9:32 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnaOvWeiBQw she wont understand shoot her dead

Marianne Bachmeier : “I did it for you, Anna.”

i can find that anne marie

shows her photo at the end

right went with her first, wont talk

their chimpanzee race

race them around, fight them off

and the left went with her third

can only say no

and only sad face at her for her to get down

since he did it to her

and left

both mated with her

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VxV2louFq8 and one chimpanzee fight leave it end

Father Attacks His Daughter's Killer in Court

to tell them to leave their wives, the oldest race

and

then they draw their eyebrows on after

whose

their own

i couldent even tell where to leave becausee of those men

rape them young

one at end shows it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPrcFgf0k80 and fight her

Final Destination 6 | Teaser Trailer | Warner Bros, New Line Cinema

Tue 9:51 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgXVDi3aLSM it shows the giants face drawn

Welcome to Derry – Full Teaser Trailer – HBO Max – IT Chapter 3

and that girl in the car is 5

(spolier) They deserved a happy ending 😭💔|gyeongseong creature| #gyeongseongcreature #parkseojoon

mother lived smaller than him

a skin on his back

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJtIjupffDk marilyn mansons dad

A father confronts his son's killer

or other guy in band

who is it!?

people went nuts is that my son!?

someone gave him acid

they go through withdrawls for years

it meant alive again taken away by the drugs again

and possessed

something takes his life again

practically dead

and suicidal

and him i dont care i dont want anyone to fuck me

i was the only one in black court caring about them

this was his entire family and they were all crying

touching him meant that

and each other

holding onto him wwas it

holding each other

hugging

and crying

fake eyelashes held their eyes open

and knew to sit back

and the pregnant woman, knew she could hear it

and it didnt kill the kid

or who sat her down there

he was pissed too

i gotta go through all of this

for guys who give them dope to break up

and one bigger guy to calm him down too

guys have been jumping on judges

he had to look like he caared about him like a friend

didnt see one who cared so much

they left them there in kenya

he was fighting about someething else

dont yell at them

the creatures

their families would faint

others from behind them would shoot tranquilizers from tubes

at them

that looked like that guy on trial

now they know what court is

everyone talk about it

instead of sit there and not listen

what was it at 21

suffer from them

or with them

she cared

are you stupid? bring it here

to calm me down

i can

if the number of family members there remind me they are safe

and too

backing up

and other girls

he smiles

they know they can back him up

friends of his daughters

they cant get up

scared and crying

before knocked out first time by their boyfriends

got jealous

and as iinfants and kids

couldent learn more

scared

brain damage to skull too

numbs it

pain

sitting there and crying

and there doing coke to not cry making the court room worse

its alright

hope you are too

hope you are too sounded mean

taking the day off work is ok

even if its 4 days in a row if there is a family emergency

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Y7gXJp9vo0 that guy in court jumped on her to rape her

Mom tells daughter's killer: 'I would kill you'

had a relationship with her daughter

had so many kids she couldent raise all of them

didnt care after a while they wouldent listen to her, they were so bad

dad had to discipline her? didnt and they wont learn

took too long

they will never listen in their life

dont yell if its not your family

not yelling is it too

dont

she could stand trial to yell at her kids

killing people that day

he got 8 of her kids

pregnant in relationships with him

and inbreds too she looks it

just to see if they could listen to big her in court

there in the chair

they would watch their parents be executed

men would do it for them

in nut houses

they were left in

then they learned how to inject someone

kids would

if they mated with that man they are him too

and if they are inbreds in his family anyways they are that man too

cant tell them no they are not they do the same crimes

inbreeding is one

and dur dur mr.incredible is their family

i recognize you

to live in the woods still

take it up kids

vagina

joke too

didnt want em

the kids

and i wont you too, fucks other guys

said it like that too

then i guess we're gonna win

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkFRRkVIH1o they posed for me as the new buisness men

Rammstein - Anna (DEMO) LYRICS

we found a volcano

pose in front of it

yea across from it on the river

its foggy cause of cocaine

lots of cocaine

crack looks darker i thought

heat it up on crack

Tue 11:41 AM

5th season already out on dvd

this guy and his younger wives turn on the sirens to electrocute people

and let out perfume and fuck in the stores

black women

their kids are the guidos and female guidettes

pimp them

yea she'll fuck you

and oh fuck him

meant the same

and older ones their kids that are fatter

inbred

and got taller fatter ones

as kids

and only with their inbred can they live

and mate again

for free shit from the store nonstop

so many of us

who can count

and dont learn girl i can hit on you and fuck you now

and does

and his hockey wife gets the shag haircut

spray her hair white

plaitnum

and its the stanley cup

we came this far-steve yxerman

Tue 12:15 PM

mexicans are their dads too, two relationships, cheat, inbreed

live away

spain

raise and feed them watch them cheat beat them, new york

other states

cheat and inbreed

he said it to his sons and the other ones wont listen

the guy in the therapist episode and his dad

doctor

now let me touch all of you

wont listen im having fun

i dont care

black teeth is his dad

and friends with them the whole time youre it too

a asshole

for anyone to fuck and lets it happen right

rape

yea right yea

do not be in their area

so they finallly get shot

or you will be killed

in the way

too bad

bye

50$ free food

gross fat asses

slaves

go in their group and kill them

Tue 1:44 PM

 

Tue 2:56 PM

https://www.facebook.com/reel/306799325519985 they will eat it with that tree killer on it

no she only eats white

and pussy

[forever-rogue]

I want to request something but I’m not creative so I’m scared. 😅 Gareth breaks his wrist before a Corroded Coffin show and his sister who is home for the summer from college subs for him and Eddie falls hard ?? Fluff or lemony, which ever you choose if you accept this request 😭

AN | I love this idea! Okay, so Eddie being a dick and being soft? I love to see it. Enjoy 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“What do you mean you broke your wrist?” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose before banging his head against the wall. Gareth sighed on the other end of the line, “are you sure you can’t…play?”

“Eddie,” the drummer sighed heavily, “my wrist is in a cast for at least five weeks.”

“We can’t not have a drummer for five weeks!”

“I know,” he agreed, “which is why I’ve already thought of a plan. If you’ll stop panicking for a second I can tell you what it is.”

“Fine!” he sighed dramatically and ran a hand through his messy waves, “what’s the plan?”

“Jeff can play drums - “

“Not as well as you.”

“Yes, he can, he just prefers guitar,” Gareth paused for a moment before exhaling deeply, “but…my sister is coming home from college for the summer in a few days. She can play guitar, really well actually. And what we were thinking is that Jeff can play the drums for me while I’m gone and then she can play the guitar for the band.”

“Nope,” Eddie didn’t even take a moment to process anything further than sister and plays guitar. He knew you - well, he’d grown up with you around and that had been enough for him. Enough to make him develop a small - large - crush on you. Even if he only saw you for a few minutes at a time, it had been enough to make him smitten. But you didn’t even seem to notice him…much to his dismay. But he knew he wasn’t going to survive a whole summer with you, that alone might have been enough to kill him, “no way. No. That’s the final answer.”

“You haven’t even seen her play,” the boy groaned and wondered what it would take to get his illustrious leader to change his mind, “seriously? It’s either her or the band doesn’t play this summer. Is that really what you want, Eddie? I thought you liked her-”

“I don’t like her,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his defenses and walls up immediately. He wasn’t sure what Gareth would do if he found out he was harboring a crush on you, but he wasn’t in the mood to find out. That was an issue better left for…never. 

“-she likes you, so what’s the problem?” he raised an eyebrow in confusion, despite the fact that Eddie couldn’t see him, “you don’t like her? It seemed the two of you got along well enough?”

“I mean, umm, yeah. She’s fine,” he agreed, swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. There was no way he was going to get around this without having to make some dramatic excuse. But that would mean a long time without band practice. And you certainly couldn’t have a band without drums. He groaned softly, biting on his knuckle to mute the sound, “fine. Fine. But when this band sucks, don’t blame me!”

“It’s only eight weeks, we’ll live. And it’ll be fine.”

“You said five!”

“I said at least five - eight is preferable to my doctor,” Eddie was trying not to lose his cool at the amusement in Gareth’s voice, “she’ll be here this weekend. I’ll keep you posted!”

“Fine! But I’m going to complain the whole time,” he slammed the receiver down so hard it almost took the phone off the wall. This was going to be the death of him, he just knew. You were going to be the death of him, “fuck. Fuck!”

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It felt weird to be back in your childhood bedroom after having been gone for almost a year. Your parents hadn’t changed it a bit, except for freshening up for your return. It was almost nice to be back, despite the fact that you loved college. But you were still nervous for the fact that you’d be seeing Eddie again and soon. And in a much more intimate setting than you were used to. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to handle it; it seemed like every time you saw him, even if it was for the briefest of moments, he managed to make your heart race and face feel like it was on fire. These next couple of months were going to be pure hell. 

“Hey,” your younger brother knocked on the door, a nervous smile on his face. You knew him so well, and you were able to see that something was going on immediately. You crossed your arms over your chest and motioned for him to go on, “so, I talked to Eddie and the guys about the whole you subbing in for me thing.”

“And?”

“Well, they’re fine with it, but umm,” he played with a frayed piece of string on his cast, “but Eddie is not quite…on board. He agreed but he’s hesitant.”

“Really?” you tried to hide your disappointment by putting on an amused expression. You thought he’d liked you - not liked but would be fine enough with you being there, “what’s his issue?”

“It’s not so much an issue as it is…he doesn’t quite think you’ll be…up to par,” he was avoiding your eye and you just threw up your hands and shrugged, “but once you’re there, it’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

“He doesn’t have to like me or whatever,” you waved your hand around dismissively, “but as long as he lets me play, that’s all that matters. Don’t worry, dear little brother, I’ll do my best to impress him.”

"As long as you guys get along, it'll be okay…I think."

"I don't have a problem with him," you insisted pointedly. You really did not…you very much felt the opposite, "he's the one with the issue."

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A group of young boys shouldn’t have intimidated you. Well, two of them didn’t, but the tall, lanky metalhead did. Maybe if you just played and ignored everything else it would all go smoothly. Sure. Yeah. Maybe?

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, drowned out by the strum of the guitar strings as you listened to make sure everything was tuned properly. The instrument felt good in your hands, right as it always did, but there was the most minute shaking of your hands. None of the songs were that complicated, at least for not you, but you still wanted to make sure you didn’t fuck anything up too much. 

“Oh,” the small sound of surprise caused you to look up at the doorway, your stomach churning at the sight of none other than Eddie Munson. His face was very neutral, undoubtedly on purpose as he looked you over, “you’re here.”

“Hi Eddie,” you offered him a tentative smile, deciding that you weren’t going to be rude or anything. What was it that they said? Kill them with kindness or something like that. He didn’t return the sentiment but instead nodded his head as he came into the small practice space, “how’re you? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. My brother’s told me -”

“I don’t care,” his reply was harsh and biting and you almost physically recoiled from him. Your mouth opened and closed in surprise; you’d never known him to be like this before. He’d always seemed so kind and friendly and from what Gareth had told you, he was practically a saint, “you’re here for the summer, you can fill in and we’ll leave it at that.”

“Wow,” you scoffed, shaking your head. Alright then, kindness was thrown out the window, “I know we’re not close friends, but I didn’t think you hated me. Look, I just thought this would be fun and maybe I could help out. I’ve been playing for a long time and -”

“You’re right,” he pulled his own guitar out of the case, not even bothering to look at you, “we’re not friends. No need to start now. As long as you can keep up, it’s whatever. What do you play?”

“Strat,” your voice almost caught in your throat as he looked at your guitar with disdain, “Fender…stratocaster.”

“I know what a strat is.” he rolled his eyes, “typical. Light blue…cute color, princess.”

“Eddie,” you sighed in frustration, “do you know what I study in school?”

“Why would I?”

“Music,” you ignored his rude response, “I study music, theory and performance. I’ve been playing since I was a kid, I do happen to know what I’m doing. So you can cut the shit and just let me play. It’s only a few months and I’m gone, and this way you can keep playing with your silly little band.”

“Just because you study music, doesn’t mean you know how to play! How to put your heart into it and truly play,” he threw the strap over his shoulder and glowered, “so let’s see how you keep up and what you can really do.”

“Fine,” you agreed, standing in front of him and giving him a glare that you hoped was just as intimidating as he was, “get ready to eat your heart out, Munson.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

And he did. He really did, but he would never admit that to your face.

In the best case scenario he thought you’d be horrible and he could easily refuse to let you play with the rest of them. Mid case scenario - Eddie came up with that on the fly - you’d be mediocre and he could easily drown you out by simply playing louder. Worst case scenario - you’d be great, everyone would love you, and he’d have to put up with you for the summer. Which seemed like a herculean task; as soon as he’d spotted you, his heart had started to pound with nerves and butterflies exploded in his stomach.

His natural reaction? Be a huge dick until maybe you’d leave on your own accord. Instead that didn’t work and you probably hated him. So…he’d royally fucked up. 

And on top of that, the worst case scenario had come true. You were a dream; not just metaphorically but also literally. Eddie wanted to punch himself and prayed that the ground opened up and swallowed him whole. Neither of those things happened and instead he was left fuming as you acted like nothing was wrong. Well…for you it wasn’t. But for him? His whole plan, his whole summer really, was falling apart. 

You were a very good player; a talent honed over the years with practice and dedication. You knew you were good; you knew that the others knew you were good. Most importantly you knew that Eddie knew. You were going to have fun with this; if he was going to give you a hard time, you were going to give it back just as hard. 

Once practice wrapped up, you took your sweet time to pack up your gear, lingering alongside Eddie. The metalhead hadn’t said a word, but you weren’t going to let him get away just like that. Swinging the case over your shoulder, you flounced over to him, putting on the sweetest smile and softest tone you knew would grind his gears.

“So,” you batted your lashes at him, watching his chocolatey flash with annoyance, “what did you think? Did I put enough heart and soul into it? Was there enough emotion? Was I doing it right?”

“You were fine,” he grumbled as he zipped his own case shut, “thoroughly adequate.”

“Adequate,” you trailed after him as he started to walk back out to his van, “that’s rich coming from the man that could barely stay on beat.”

“It’s my music!” he turned on his heel and you almost crashed into him, “I think I know how to play it!”

“Perhaps you were…distracted?” you were pushing every single one of his buttons and you were loving it, “maybe I could help you to focus. You just gotta let me know how, Eddie. Tell me what you need.”

“You think you’re so clever don’t you?” he’d leaned in and was close now…close enough that your eyes flicked to his plush, pink lips before meeting his eye again. You looked at him with wide doe eyes and shrugged innocently, “whatever you think you’re doing, it’s not going to work, princess. Don’t think you’re so smart.”

“Oh, I don’t,” you took a step back and slowly rocked on your heels, “I’ve just…I’ve always liked to play with fire. See you soon, Eddie. If you want some practice, you know where to find me.”

“Like I would-”

Before he could continue, you did the unthinkable, surprising yourself just as much as him. You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, turning around to walk back to your own car without another word. You didn’t even pause to see his expression, didn’t pause to give him a chance to say anything. Instead you got into your car, and turned it on, leaving without another glance in his direction. 

Eddie watched you go, dumbfounded as he tried to process what had just happened. His hand went to his cheek, fingertips ghosting over the area your lips had touched. It felt like his whole face was on fire, his mind in overdrive at everything that just happened. His own plan, granted it hadn’t been a genius one to begin with, had majorly backfired. And now he felt like a lovesick puppy, staring after you like his life depended on it. 

He’d already committed your perfume, your smile, the sound of your laugh, and the feel of your lips to memory. And as much as he wanted to remain strong and come out on top, you were already slowly wearing him down, bit by little bit. Eddie Munson was a sucker; and he was a sucker for you. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Eddie Munson, a man that loved music almost more than anything, was conspicuously absent from band practice over the next week. While the rest of the guys, and your brother, had no clue what was going on, or why he was suddenly bowing out. But you were well aware of what was going on and that it was your presence that kept him away. 

But when it came time for the show at the Hideout, Eddie made his triumphant reappearance, acting as though nothing was wrong. When asked questions he played them off and acted as if he hadn’t been gone at all. Which just made things even more suspicious when you acted all sweet to him and he was colder than an iceberg. 

Surprisingly, the show went as well as it could - probably even better than that. After that, no one questioned Eddie anymore. Whatever he had been off doing seemed to have worked and knocked some focus back into him. It wasn’t lost on you either. Nothing that Eddie did was lost on you; whenever he was around he had all of your attention, as he had done since the two of you were kids. But it wasn’t likely that he knew that…you were sure he wasn’t even aware of your existence outside of your little brother. 

Once the rest of the gang had left, you went backstage to find the man of the hour. You’d spotted his van in the parking lot and knew he hadn’t just fled. Once you stepped behind the curtain, you found him packing up. He froze at the sound of your soft footsteps, unsurprised to find that it was you approaching him.

“So,” you moved over to him, hopping onto the table next to his case. He stiffened for a moment before letting himself glance over at you. His expression was surprisingly docile from what you had expected to see, “you were…wonderful tonight.”

“You can save the pity, princess.”

“It’s not pity, Eddie,” you insisted softly, and the tenderness in your voice caught him off guard, “I wouldn’t just hand out a compliment if I didn’t feel like it was earned.”

“Yeah, well…” he looked at you, opening and closing his mouth a few times, determining that he didn’t have a smart remark left, “thanks.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” there was a small smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth and you playfully groaned.

“Why do you hate me, Eddie?” The question caught him off guard as he stopped what he was doing and looked at you with raised eyebrows. Oh. You thought he hated you. He’d either played his cards right or seriously wrong. He cleared his throat before awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“I-I don’t…hate you,” he insisted softly as you giggled at his nervous response. That was the singular most beautiful sound in the world, “not at all.”

“Really?” you swung your legs back and forth as you watched him intently. A pretty flush of pink rose up in his cheeks as he busied himself with anything else, “‘cause it kinda seems like you hate me. You don’t want to see me, you don’t like having me around, and you’ll barely look at me. What am I supposed to think?”

“It’s not…hate,” he shook his head, his roguish waves bouncing around, “it’s…”

“It’s what?” you asked sweetly as you leaned in so your face was near his, “tell me. I don’t hate you, Eddie. I happen to like you, you know.”

“Like me?” he parroted as you nodded, “whaddya mean?”

“I mean I like you, Eddie,” you smiled softly, “you’re smart, I think you can put the pieces together. So tell me, if you don’t hate me, how do you feel about me?”

His breathing grew stunted for a moment and internally he was screaming. Every fiber of his being was humming with electricity and he felt like a live wire. Had you really meant that you liked him or that you liked him as in you tolerated him? He tilted his head to the side and looked at your bright eyes, his stomach exploding in butterflies. 

It was your soft smile that broke the proverbial camel’s back and caused him to throw out any reservations. His hand found your face, the metal of his rings cool against your warm skin as he pulled you to his lips. The sudden shift caught you off guard for a moment but then reality hit - holy shit - Eddie was kissing you.

You leaned into him, letting your hands find his waist as you meddled yourself into his body. This moment was even better than you had ever imagined…and you had imagined it a lot. His touch was surprisingly gentle, but fervent and needy, and managed to cause you to moan into his mouth. It felt like you had kissed him a million times before, like this was a dance you’d both been used to. 

Eddie only broke the kiss when he felt breathless and dizzied, almost sure that he was dreaming. But then he saw you looking back at him with pink, swollen lips, and starry eyes. He trailed your fingers along your jaw before tracing his thumb over your bottom lip, “so you don’t hate me?”

“You’re insufferable,” his words held no bite as you both laughed, “obviously not. I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

“So that’s why you were being a huge dick to me,” you gently pushed his chest as his expression turned sheepish, “thought you could push me away, huh?”

“I thought it might have been better that way,” his laugh was nervous as you watched him intently, “don’t know I was supposed to survive a whole summer with you. Practically kill me every time you walk into the room. Have for a long time.”

“Yeah?” you were beaming now, “is this a good time to admit that I’ve had a crush on you for years?”

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Fuckin’ way,” you insisted, “so…you gonna kiss me again?”

“Hell yeah,” he grinned, “...if that’s what you want.”

“Hell yeah,” you replied softly, “just kiss me already, Munson!”

[jueunnn]

<txt choi line as high school bfs>

choi line x reader, an absurd amount of fluff, no warnings, high school! AU

got a little carried away with beomgyu’s one as i’m sure you’ll be able to tell, but no harm done :p

yeonjun

captain of the dance team and well known throughout your whole school for being cute AND nice AND talented?? what a man

walks the hallways of your school like he owns it bcs let's be real he does

waited 927483 years for you to confess to him bcs he's actually kinda shy and can't bring himself to confess :((

but flirted HARD

very hard

“y/n!! those books look really heavy :( let me help you with that!”

“yeonjun i'm not carrying any b- what the hell why are you carrying me?!??”

but he eventually gathers up the courage to ask you out :)) and the school's power couple is born😫😫

holds your hand EVERYWHERE- he needs to make sure people know you're taken and happy

also back hugs are very common!! often times you're just vibing talking to your friends and out of nowhere a pair of very strong arms wrap around your waist and yeonjun snuggles his head into the crook of your neck

“babyyy, i missed you~”

insists you come to all his dance competitions so he can kiss you after every win like in the movies :)

his lifelong and one true love had always been music and dance, but apparently there’s just enough room in his heart to squeeze one more person in

soobin

drums for the school band,, quietest drummer you’ve ever met

but then you’re paired up with him for an english lit project and that impression immediately fades

your first meeting mainly consists of him making your stomach hurt with laughter and barely getting any work done- who knew soobin was a budding stand-up comedian?

as the both of you get closer he eventually moves to sit next to you in all of your shared classes, raising a slew of suspicions from the rest of your classmates

“hey, y/n, someone just texted me about how i should break up with you and date them instead- apparently we’re dating! why didn’t you tell me??”

“SOOBIN STOPWKSJ😭”

but then his usual mischievous grin fades and his expression grows serious. "do you want to?"

“do you want to date? be my girlfriend, y/n. i really like you.”

your jaw drops open and your mind grows fuzzy. soobin. renowned hot drummer and heartthrob. is asking you out? there is absolutely no way, your mind is definitely playing tricks on you, you're embarrassing yourself, but what if-

soobin immediately wraps his arms around your waist and spins you around when you say yes

definitely the most caring and sweet boyfriend ever™️

makes sure he walks you to and from every class, one arm carrying your bag and the other grasping your hand

kisses on the cheek and whispers of 'i love you, you sweet, sweet girl'

late night calls into absurd hours of the morning talking about nothing and everything, only to walk into school the next day with bags circling the underside of both of you and soobin’s eyes

this selfless, unconditional love you have the blessing of receiving is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever experienced

beomgyu

was lowkey a player before he met you

it isn’t that he wants or likes breaking so many hearts, he just genuinely falls in and out of love very fast🤐

doesn’t help that he’s extremely good looking so girls are practically falling over each other trying to get at him

starts out as usual when he accidentally crashes into you in the hallway, knocking you to the ground with a painful thud

“oh crap, are you oka-”

holy shit you’re pretty.

he can feel his heart pounding away at a hundred miles an hour when your eyes lock on him

insists on taking you out for coffee when he’s helping you pick up your books scattered on the floor as a means of apologising

you’re sceptical at first; after all, you’ve heard the rumours about choi beomgyu and his habit of dating girls for a week and then dropping them

but then again, who are you to deny free coffee?

he grins when you accept. “it’s a date.”

?:&;₩&:?! um okay why not you suppose

in the small neighbour cafe he realises you’re so much more than just a (very) pretty face

your laughs are genuine and carefree, your eyes dance with life and your sentences must be laced with cocaine by the way he’s hooked on every word

suddenly his whole aspect on love changes. the way he felt about all those other girls is nothing compared to how he’s feeling right now; right now his world is exploding with colour

it still takes a while for you to completely trust that he’s into you and only you, though

but by the time your two month anniversary comes and goes, you’re coming around

it’s the little things he does: the way he looks at you like you’re the most ethereal being on the planet, the gentle touch of his hands as he cradles your face when he kisses you, the notes he leaves in your locker daily

he’s your prince, you’re his princess, and he’s never letting you go

[xuxitheii]

Hi xuxi <333 hope you're doing well♡ I saw that your requests are open; so I thought I'd come and stop by with one myself 😵💞💘‼️alright so, may I request a male!reader with baji, chifuyu and kazutora (dk how many characters you take but baji is fine of it's too much🙏🏻) where reader is in a rock band? Like part of Toman AND a rock band. Reader is the drummer of the band, and usually has band practice after school. I think it'd be cute if reader automatically taps on his lap (like he got used to playing drums 24/7😭) and see how they react with their boyfriend doing that. It's a sudden idea popped in my head, take all the time you need to write it, no pressure or anything ^_^ have a good day/night♡♡♡

it has been 6 days 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ i am so sorry i've been so inactive these past days, but i promise i am working on the requests please bear with me 😭😭 but en e ways HERE YOU GO LALI (≧∇≦)/ I HOPE THIS IS UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS ヽ(*´∀`)ﾉ and do enjoy this and give it some love (*´˘`*)

　

場地圭介 - 松野 千冬 - 羽宮 一虎

— “that’s not what i meant to do, but okay”

what can he do? he’s just one hell of a romantic (accidentally) man.

　

BAJI

it was around the afternoon, when the toman members were just fooling around like kids their age. the commander had decided that all captains and vice-captains were to hang out in this abandoned building they’ve made their base — there’s couches and blankets everywhere, it looks like a small little safe place for them (courtesy to takemichi and mitsuya for decorating it).

　

[Y/N] is quite annoyed, his band practice had to be put on a stop because mikey’s whine rang through the room from his phone right after he picked up, come play with me! i’m bored! he had to apologize to his band members — his good friends, by the way — and excused himself, with the other four telling him it’s okay, we understand, it’s mikey after all (yes, both groups know each other, they just don't hang out together that much). [Y/N] loved those practice with all of his heart, he’d stay until the sun comes down just enjoying the dum dum dum of the drums, the sound of the bass, the melody of the piano, the skilled fingers running along the guitar strings and the singing him and his friends would do every single practice.

　

but, of course, mikey just had to cut it off for hang out time (he’s not actually mad, he just needs to have his drama queen moment, let him be).

　

and so, to accommodate the loss of his drums, [Y/N] resulted in tapping his thighs instead, a certain melody of a song he’s learning playing around in his head. this, of course, caught the attention of the one and only, baji keisuke.

　

baji had taken notice of the [H/C] haired boy’s sour mood ever since he got to the place and plopped down on one of the beanbags they’ve prepared there. and when [Y/N] started tapping his thighs, one single conclusion popped in his mind,

　

ah, he wants me to soothe him by sitting there.

　

but like hell baji would let himself be put on someone’s lap (look, he’s a big man alright? ain’t no way he’s gonna sit on anyone’s lap — he gotta put his glorious thighs to use, there’s no way he’s passing this opportunity to flex his femur). the ravenette stood up, walked over to the beanbag, lifted the [H/C] haired boy by the waist, sit down on the beanbag and gently positioned his lover in his lap comfortably. [Y/N] short circuited, his back hunched, his hands frozen in the air like a claw machine and his knees near his chest — he looks like a startled cat frozen midway through the process — while the other stopped their shenanigans to pay attention to the two lovebirds.

　

[Y/N] is bewildered, what just happened? why did baji- his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion as he looked at the ravenette, the question relayed just by his eyes. the culprit, baji himself, raised his eyebrow with pursed lips, “what?” [Y/N] gawked, lips opening and shutting like a fish in the water. “what are you doing?” baji scoffed, feeling extremely unappreciated with all the efforts he put in this trying time, “what i’m doing? isn't it obvious?” [Y/N] felt confusion washed over him what the hell is he talking about the boy unable to comprehend the reason behind baji’s 38th unexplained actions (yes, he keeps count of every single one of baji’s whims), “you asked me to sit in your lap, i’m just granting your wishes.”

　

oh, baji, sweet and lovely baji, how in the hell did he reach this conclusion. [Y/N] sighed, lithe hands waving their way through luscious black hair, the action performed with such gentleness and love that baji can’t help but to turn into putty in his hands — akin to a cat purring — and [Y/N] spoke, with adoration dripping from his honeyed voice,

　

“baji, my dearly beloved, i’m sorry to inform you this, but darling, i was drumming on my thighs, you dumbass”

　

　

CHIFUYU

it was the perfect setting; just the two of them, draped with the warmth of the sunset’s light as they lazed around the comfortable bedroom, the soft wind tickling them every now and then from the open window — there was no words shared between the two, but the silence is enough to convey millions.

　

[Y/N] had zoned out for quite a while, lost in the thoughts of music sheets and the familiar stick in his hands, band practice had just been concluded for the day, but the boy can’t stop his hands to fall into a rhythm on his thighs. and it’s just so convenient that [Y/N] zoned out right in front of his boyfriend, matsuno chifuyu. his preoccupied eyes staring a hole into chifuyu, making the blond squirm slightly in his seat, why is he looking at me like that? chifuyu wondered. the blond couldn't help but let his thoughts go into overdrive with the many questions and scenarios filling it and it was then chifuyu’s mind clicked.

　

is this… the ‘sit in my lap’ scenario?

　

ah, the shoujo manga.

　

chifuyu bursts into flames, his face more heated than the sauna in the area, getting more and more flustered as his mind supplies him with more and more scenarios. is… is [Y/N]-kun telling me to sit on his lap? chifuyu squealed silently, turning his back to the boy in question — and if only he could pay attention a bit more, he would be able to see that his source of turmoil didn’t even respond to his squirming even in the slightest. if only he would pay more attention, he could save himself from the incoming embarrassment.

　 　

chifuyu stood up, his hands clenched tightly by his side (the proof to his nervousness), and walked over to the boy sitting on the bed — who had not moved at all — and slowly but surely, draped his hands onto his shoulders. [Y/N] did not move. chifuyu gulped down his saliva, biting his lips from the sheer excitement of doing this very romantic action with the love of his life, the blond gently took a seat on the [H/C] haired boy’s lap, positioning himself to be more comfortable. [Y/N] still did not move.

　

“u-um, [Y/N]-kun?” chifuyu stuttered out, boosting his performance even more, arms wrapped snugly around the boy’s neck to hide the blushing mess that was his face, “is– is this okay?” and yet, despite all of this, [Y/N] still hasn’t responded to any of chifuyu’s actions, which confuses the blond, why didn’t he do anything? chifuyu gradually moved his face from the crook of the boy’s neck, his eyes trailing [Y/N]’s face, looking for a sign of anything, “[Y/N]-kun? are you ignoring me?”

　

and it was only when chifuyu shook him by the shoulders did [Y/N] finally snap from his thoughts, suddenly hyper aware of the added weight resting comfortably in his lap, the hands on his shoulders and chifuyu’s frowning face in front of him, “chifuyu?!” the boy gawked, his head unable to give an explanation to the current predicament, how did chifuyu get here? why is he on my lap? i’m not complaining but — ah, i get it. [Y/N] cackled, finding the whole situation amusing, his hands wrapping around chifuyu’s waist to keep him from falling off, “chifuyu, what are you doing?”

　

chifuyu’s frown deepened, what is he doing? didn’t [Y/N] want me to– and [Y/N] swears he can see when the realization seeped into chifuyu and oh boy, was it hilarious.

　

chifuyu leaped away from the boy in record time, hands to his mouth to, at the very least, give cover to the ever growing embarrassment and shame in him. chifuyu wants to scream and [Y/N] wheezes and cackles are not helping him in any way possible.

　

“why didn’t you tell me you were zoning off!”

　

“how am i supposed to tell you when i was zoning off?!”

　

　

KAZUTORA

kazutora is a very attentive person, he pays attention to every detail his eyes could get, never missing a single thing about anything. that is how he’s able to live his life as a delinquent and how he chooses his steps in every situation — even if what he chooses could be a negative choice. kazutora hanemiya is an attentive person.

　

and that’s why, when kazutora sees his lover hands patting his own thighs in a rhythmic beat, kazutora immediately knows that [Y/N] was not asking him to sit on the boy’s lap and that [Y/N] is actually drumming away on his thighs for replacement for his drums. but does kazutora care? no, he did not. kazutora simply chooses to do what he wants to do (good for him, good for him).

　

kazutora stood up from his seat on the floor, prancing his way to his lover’s lap with giddiness in his steps — even going as far as smoothing down the [H/C] haired boy’s lap to make it more comfortable for him. kazutora plopped down with grace, legs immediately wrapping around the boy’s waist like second nature, his hands guiding his lover’s to snuggle around his own waist, and finally, his hands finding their way home around the boy’s neck. kazutora rubbed his cheek on [Y/N]’s soft ones, embracing the boy with such love and adoration. the yellow eyed boy sure enjoyed the warmth the two shared.

　

[Y/N] snapped from his daydreams (it’s about his band practice), recognizing kazutora’s warm embrace the second he reminded himself where he was. the [H/C] haired boy returned the hug even more tighter, yet still comfortable for the two to move around. “hey,” he giggled out, feeling the warmth wrapping around his heart as well. a chuckle left kazutora, his eyes closed as he reveled in peace of the moment, “hey, you.”

　

[Y/N] hummed, swaying his body back and forth as he drowned deeper in his lover’s embrace, “why the sudden hug?” he didn’t mind of course, it’s way far from it actually, [Y/N] just like hearing kazutora’s voice is all. “well, a certain someone is zoning off and not paying attention to me,” [Y/N] chuckled at the jab, his hold tightening for a moment, “so i decided to get their attention myself — and it seems like i succeeded.”

　

a hum left [Y/N]’s lips yet again, an idea forming in his mind, letting his body fall to the bed. [Y/N] gazed at the boy above him, his lips pulled in a playful and love filled smile — he swears, kazutora does things to him. “do you want my attention?” a tease, a bait for kazutora and luck goes his way, kazutora bites into it, “yeah, i want my boyfriend’s attention” a giggle left [Y/N] again and kazutora softens even more at the lovely sound. kazutora swears he’ll be there to listen to it everyday in his life and he hoped, with every fibre of his being, that [Y/N] would share it together with him.

　

“wanna kiss then?”

　

“i would like that”

[cqterpillar]

Hiii i hope you're doing great! May i request something fluffy with Keith Richards? (Fem reader please)

❝ 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 ❞

femreader x keith richards

genre(s) ꩜ fluff

warning(s) ꩜ none

a/n ꩜ FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTED 4 KEITH ILY 😭

summary ꩜ y/n l/n agrees to fake date keith richards, only for the ordeal to go stereotypically wrong.

you and keith were an intriguing pair when the press “discovered” that both of you were a couple. both of you led rock and roll lifestyles, which of course meant being chased by rowdy girls and boys in part.

if only you two were actually dating.

you remember the way he had asked you remarkably well. after all, how could you forget? the memory was practically etched into your brain.

you were in a recording studio putting the finishing details on a couple tracks when keith of all people entered through the door.

“richards? what are you doing here? i’m in the middle of something-” before you could finish, keith interrupted.

“i know, i know, but i need your help!”

you laughed, “you always need my help!”

“well, this time i really need it, yeah?” keith returned that bright smile of yours, which undoubtedly made you grin.

“fine, fine,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “what do you need?”

“would you please be my girlfriend?”

your heart actually skipped a beat for a moment before you heard him continue, “please just pretend to. these girls, t-they’re practically chasing me!”

you didn’t want to pretend to be with him. you really him wanted to love you. you stayed silent a bit, frowning as you looked away for a bit. you couldn’t make eye contact with him at a point like this.

“i know you’re chased around by people too, y’know.” keith reasoned, “if we’re together, people will get the message and sod off.”

and you ultimately agreed.

and so here you were, watching keith and the rest of his band being interviewed. it was crazy how so many people believed you two were together: even the interviewer thought so. at the mention of your name, you perked up and turned up the volume on your television set a bit higher than before.

“it’s wonderful how you and y/n l/n are a couple. everyone wants to know how you two met each other. would you please shed light on that?”

“oh, y/n? yeah, she’s a doll. we met in, um, london. she was seeing the sights and whatnot and i knew i had to see her again.” keith told them.

there was a bittersweet sensation to his words. maybe he wanted to actually be with you. or maybe he was just that clueless to your feelings, explaining your broken smile.

later on, you found him at your doorstep. keith always liked to go into your home and rummage through your food and chat with you. after all, he let you do the same. you have the key to his house.

“why are you here? shouldn’t you be preparing for a tour or whatever rock ‘n’ roll stars do?” you raised a brow.

“oh, c’mon! love, let me in!” keith smiled until you blocked the doorway. he looked at you quizzically. “what’s the matter?”

“i-i can’t let you in.”

“sure you can. you just move your legs and-”

“i don’t want to pretend to date you anymore.”

keith backed up from the doorway to look at you. the way you looked at keith made him nervous. when he took another step back, you rolled your eyes and pursed your lips. “why so dramatic?”

“i-i need to be with you.” he responded.

“no, you need to be with a girl you’re actually in love with. and i want to be with someone who… who loves me back.” you muttered, beginning to close the door.

keith propped up his shoe near the doorway to keep you from closing it. as you opened the door to snap at him, you couldn’t help but fall for a him just a bit more when you saw his expression.

“so, you don’t think i love you?” he remarked.

“what?”

“i thought i was being quite obvious.” keith scratched the back of his neck, “um, i really do want you to be my girl.”

“are you serious right now?” you giggled and playfully swatted him on the shoulder, earning yourself a silly ‘ow’. “so you really do think i’m a doll?”

keith’s eyes widened before he nodded, “i didn’t think you would catch me on the tele, and i didn’t want to fall for you. i didn’t think you would be interested in an idiot like me, but i guess this means that you really want to be my girl, huh?”

“i guess i will.” you grinned.

when he moved closer to you, it was just like in the movies. his lips pecked yours. it was the perfect feeling to make you wish for a longer kiss. keith laughed softly before leaning over to kiss you once more.

“ ‘fell for me?’ ”

“look, you’re very charming, okay?”

“you’re telling me like i don’t already know.”