I’m hoping to join the fic writing community here on tumblr, anyone have any suggestions on how to get started?
I kinda lost motivation to write for a long time and have never written oneshots but that’s what I’m starting with. This time I'm back but switching it up with rockstars.
Please note:
☆ I don’t write often so don't expect regular updates.
☆ It's been a hot minute so my formatting might not be neat.
☆ Most of my stories will be fluff, although I am toying with the idea of trying smut.
Summary: When your boyfriend Sebastian goes on tour for the first time in a while, his odd silence and lack of calls leaves your anger boiling.
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*phone line going dead*
You slam the receiver down and grumble.
“Seb you bitch..”
You click a few more button until his voice mail from last night plays.
“Hey (y/n/n)! Shits getting real hectic, call you later tonight. Love you bye”
Sebastian’s sickeningly sweet voice coos over the phone, promising a call that never came.
Instead here you were the morning after, eyes puffy from staying up late waiting on him… and from crying in frustration.
Things with you and Sebastian were good, as far as one can get when you’re dating a rockstar. He never let the tabloids and magazines get between you too, even when they called you a slut for getting with him 2 months after a break up with Tommy Lee.
On the surface they seemed great.. but the missed calls, Sebastian not seeming to care to check up with you.. it made your mind wander. It killed you to think but what if he was with another girl?
Seb wouldn’t do that. He always promised his loyalty to you… but those groupies in skimpy tops, or yet, none at all. A twisted, painful ball formed in your stomach.
You tried to snap out of it, scrambling around your shared apartment to find anything to keep your mind off the swirling pit in your gut.
*bringgg*
Your eyes widen in a mixture of disbelief and anger. You knew exactly you was calling and what excuses he had.
You pick up the receiver, your patience was shorter than the cord connecting it to the wall.
Sebastian immediately started
“Hey love, I’m sorry I didn’t call.. you see Rachael wanted to go to this bar after our set.. which ran late because the sound guy-“
You cut him off
“Save it.” You snap
“Heyyy darlin it wasn’t that big of a deal was it? If I died you would’ve heard it on the news” He teases.
“That’s not the point, Seb. I told you to save it” Your blood boils listening to him downplay your feelings.
“Oh cmon it’s not that bad. Look, I was calling to say the Nevada show got canceled so I’m coming home tonight” Sebastian tries to sound positive.
You groan internally, the apartment was no where near clean, you looked like shit from staying indoors all day, and you knew how clingy Sebastian would be.
“Great.” You reply unenthusiastically.
“Don’t be like that love, I told you I was sorry” He whines.
“Yep, see you tonight, love you bye” You huff.
“Bye I love-“ You hang up.
Setting the receiver down, you take a long sigh and decide to grab a shower. You walk into the bathroom and undress, the hot water melts away some of your stress.
What were you going to say to him? Would you yell? Would you cry? Would you accuse him of cheating?
So many scenarios ran through your head and naturally, as an over thinker, you planned what you were going to say to him.
-TIMESKIP-
Keys clink at the door and your head the lock twist open.
“(Y/n)?” Sebastian calls out, not noticing you laying on the couch in a blanket.
“Mhm?” You grumble.
“Oh- there you are.” He pauses awkwardly “I’m home” He hold out his arms expecting a reaction from you.
You glance up at him with an unamused expression “I see that”
Seb’s face falters and his arms drop “what’s with the attitude, you haven’t seen me a month”
“That’s a long time” Your eyes don’t stray from the TV.
“Is this still about the phone call (y/n)?” He scoffs “I said I was sorry”
You don’t move, don’t say anything, just stare blankly at the TV.
Sebastian sits on the edge of the couch near your feet, resting a gentle hand on your leg, his eyes drop to one of a sad puppy
“look darling I messed up, yknow how the guys never want to stop, and then when we got back to the bus I just crashed” He says softly.
You twist around and sit up, scanning his face for any hint of falseness in his story.
“You just gonna ignore me?” He furrows his brow.
“I’m just.. upset” You huff.
“Oh really. I couldn’t tell” He says sarcastically.
“I’m upset because you haven’t been calling. Not just last night, but most nights you don’t. When you do it’s a quick Hey. Gotta go. Love you. You never ask how I’m doing alone.. hm?”
You pause for a breath, but short enough so he can’t respond.
“Every fucking night you’re out at bars and Rachael forces you to go, like I’m sure he forces you to get wasted and forget about me too”
Sebastian looks at you, his gaze a mixture of guilt and disbelief. “Love.. I-I’m sorry I didn’t know it meant that much to you. But they don’t force me and you know that, stop acting childish”
“Childish? Me. Childish?” His audacity makes you laugh coldly. “Maybe yeah.. because I was so childish to think you’d actually remember you had a girlfriend while on tour” You spit.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Stop fucking guilt tripping me (y/n), it’s not my fault you’re too stuck up to come with me” He stands up from the couch.
“It means I’m not as lucky to have my own tour bus, to get to travel for basically nothing, and that I work a fucking minimum wage job to buy groceries.” You stand up too.
“And it means you don’t remember I exist on tours because any groupie whore could throw herself at you, and then I might as well as fell off the earth” Tears well in your eyes.
Sebastian stops. His face unclenches and he steps toward you.
“Darling… is that what this is about?” His hand shakily reaches for your arm.
You don’t know how to respond, you flush red with embarrassment.
Sebastian wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to his chest as the tears fall uncontrollably. He smells like his signature cologne, cigarettes, and sweat.
“You really think I didn’t call because I had some chick all up on me? No. You know I wouldn’t do that” He strokes your hair.
You sniffle, feeling calmer with his touch.
“I-I thought that.. you were”
“Never darling. Look, I needed alone time and didn’t know you to tell you without you being upset. It’s so stupid but I thought the best way was to ignore you completely. I’m really sorry” He admits.
“Is that it?” You look up at him.
“Yes” He gazes back down.
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart”
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Authors Note: Hiii my lovelies. I’m sorry for ghosting you guys, everything that’s happened in my life the past couple months really drained me and I lost motivation. I can’t promise consistency from here on out but I will try and write more.
Summary: Wes invites you to a birthday bash house party.
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Authors note: Here’s a Pinterest collage a made to help you see my vision ⬇️
Also would you believe I started this in October?? I’ve been picking at it for months.
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It was the night of August 20th, late summer. You and this guy, Wes, were in that in between stage of not dating, but more than friends. You had briefly met his bandmate/longtime friend Fred, who was throwing a big Birthday bash. Wes invited you as a plus one, the thing is, it was a costume party.
You scrambled frantically through your clothes trying to find something you could turn into a costume. That was until you had an idea, you were going to be a bat (a slutty one at that).
You picked up your black corset, mini skirt, bat cape/sleeves, leg warmers, and of course the ears scrapped from an old costume. You figured this wasn’t too basic but also not too try hard, the perfect balance. You knew Wes was very much on the alternative side, he seemed like the type to take Halloween very seriously. You wanted to make his jaw drop with how good you looked, and decided to do more of a goth makeup look.
After spending all evening getting ready and hyping yourself up, you called a cab and set out for the party.
As you arrived at the address Wes gave you, it was a pretty large house, not like a mansion or anything. You could hear the music spilling out of the house, and you watched for a brief moment as people flowed in the door. You shot Wes a quick text.
“I’m here. Where are you?”
He immediately responded.
“Inside, in the living room to the left”
You smiled a little, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttered in your stomach.
You paid for your cab and hopped out, the cans of drinks clinking in your large purse. Walking into the house was like something out of a movie, partygoers everywhere, talking, laughing, drinking, dancing. To be honest, the sheer amount of people scared you a lot, but finding Wes, someone you knew, would make things better.
You wandered around, adjusting your skirt nervously, trying to find Wes. That’s when you spotted him in the corner nursing a beer and chatting with his other band mate John. He was dressed an alien of some sort, grey skin and large black contacts.
You nervously strutted up to him, despite you being socially awkward, you felt confident in your costume which gave you some hope.
Wes’s jaw practically dropped when he saw you, but he quickly recovered, trying to stay composed as you guys weren’t officially a thing.
“You look..” His eyes scan you up and down. “Amazing. You’re a bat?”
“Yeah” You reply sheepishly.
“Wicked” He flashes a grin.
John notices the tension between you two.“well I’ll get going, gotta find lethal” He pats Wes’s shoulder “see ya”
“Yeah see ya man” Wes replies but his eyes never leave you.
“I take it you like the costume?” You peer up at him, blushing a little.
“It’s awesome, really” He smiles.
“Well yours is pretty out of this world”
You mentally facepalm at the stupid joke you made, cursing at your awkwardness.
“thanks” Wes chuckles.
..Must’ve been the beer.
“Move bitches!!” A voice booms from the living room doorway.
You whip around to see 3 guys carrying a keg of booze in, pushing people out of the way.
Wes reacts immediately, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you towards him as to not get trampled. He holds you against his chest as the guys pass, then lets you go.
He blushes, visible through his silver face paint.
“I’m sorry..” Wes rubs the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to pull you, I just didn’t want you knocked over by those assholes” He flashes a smile.
You look up at him, now standing close to him, so close you could feel his warmth and smell his cologne.
“No no, thanks for not getting me trampled” you giggle.
“Alright” He takes another sip.
This was now the moment that you pondered in real time if Wes had feelings for you, as mentioned before, you guys were something more than friends but nothing official. He had always been smiley and gentle with you, but you were unsure if that was because he liked you or that was just his personality. Judging by the way Wes blushed having you against him, and the way he’s been looking at you tonight, things started to piece together. Maybe throwing alcohol into the mix was one way to get the ball rolling.
Wes glanced down at your empty hand. “Want a drink? I’ll make you something”
“You don’t have to do that, I have something in my bag” You smile.
“Cmon, I’d take the free booze while there’s still some left. Drink on your own dollar later.” He nods to the kitchen.
“You make a good point, lead the way”
Wes takes you into the kitchen a couple rooms over, you marvel at the island covered with booze bottles and mixers.
“Damn that’s a lot of alcohol” You let out a surprised chuckle.
“Fred doesn’t host parties regularly, but when he does you bet they’re extravagant” Wes chuckles with you.
“So what are you making me?” You ask.
“In the mood for a vodka cranberry?” He looks over at you.
“Not really..”
“Hmph.. how about.. I make you my own recipe?” He gets this goofy smile on his face.
“Go for it” You lean against the counter.
You watch intently as Wes mixes you his own drink, smiling at his playful grin and muscular arms reaching for bottles.
“Here ya go pretty lady” He holds out a glass with an ombré of red to yellow.
“What is this?” You ask.
“Grenadine, vodka, pineapple juice, lemon juice, and coconut water” He smiles widely.
“Interesting.. let’s see” You take a slow sip, it’s surprisingly good. “Wow that’s good, thank you”
“Really?”
“Yeah!” You beam at his proud smirk.
TIME-SKIP
As the night drags on, you and Wes end up sitting on the love seat just people watching. Both taking gradual sips of some drink and making quiet chatter.
Soon enough the birthday boy, Fred, walks over.
“Wes! There you are buddy!” Fred slurs.
Wes chuckles. “yep, just here.. you’ve met (y/n) right?”
“I have, yeah” Fred’s eyes flick to you.
“Cool” Wes turns a deeper shade of pink.
“Awww does Wesley here have a crush?” Fred points out “how sweet”
“Fuck off man” Wes says weakly, blushing harder.
“You do!” Fred laughs. “Can’t blame ya man, she’s cute” he winks at you.
“Shut up” Wes turns his head away from you.
Fred leans closer to you, you can smell his beer breath (or maybe it’s milk? 😃)
“Wes here, he’s a good guy but he’s a dork” Fred smirks. “Don’t count on him to pick up on hints”
“Alright” You laugh, eyes flicking to Wes who looks like he wants to melt into the floor.
“I’m gonna go now, good luck Wesley” Fred smiles at you and carries on making his rounds.
Wes turns to you, looking humiliated. “I’m so sorry for him, he’s drunk”
“Drunk or observant?” You tilt your head.
“I- uh- dunno” He stutters.
To save him the embarrassment, you change the subject.
“Wanna get some air on the back deck?” You ask.
“Sure” He sighs, relieved.
Wes and yourself weave through the crowd of people around the house, making your way to the backyard. As soon as the patio door slides open and you get a feel of the cool late summer breeze, you feel better, less cramped than inside.
You sigh as you plop down on the deck, feeling the cold wood against your bare legs. Wes follows suit and does the same. You pull off your ears for some relief and mess with your hair.
You glance over at Wes who happened to already be staring at you. He makes eye contact with you and his pupils dilate, his breath hitches. Just your mere attention was enough to make him jump.
“What’s wrong?” You sip on your drink.
“Nothing..” He quickly looks away.
“You’re staring at me” You point out, making him blush.
“I’m not. Just lost in thought..” He admits half heartedly.
“Mhm”
“About Fred..” Wes clears his throat.
“What about him?” You feign innocence.
“Uh.. what he said. Look he’s just hella drunk and just rambling to be a dick” He shrugs.
“Right..” You reply, not fully believing him.
“You don’t seem like you’re buying it” He says defeatedly.
“If I’m honest, no.” You quickly glance at him.
“Fred’s just drunk- he didn’t mean that. I’m sorry” Wes stammers.
He pauses and lets out a sigh.
“Who the fuck am I kidding?” He chuckles to himself. “(Y/n)?”
“Yeah?”
“The truth is.. I like you. I have for the past 2 months. I just didn’t know how to say it because I thought you’d rather stay just friends.” Wes rambles, refusing to make eye contact with you. “You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted you to know… I’m sorry”
“I-I didn’t know you felt that way..” You respond, staring down at your glass.
“Don’t feel like you have to like me back, or say anything at all” Wes’s face flushes deeper pink.
You look at him, the silver face paint partially sweat off, hair ruffled, nervous smile, and the smell of liquor. Something inside you swirled, maybe it was the vulnerability or the alcohol..
You cup the side of Wes’s face, turning his head gently towards you. His lips are parted slightly in surprise, looking up at you with an unreadable expression. You pull him in, your lips crashing together ever so softly. You feel Wes smile through the kiss, he sets his beer down on the deck and rests his other hand on your waist.
“I fucking called it” Fred’s voice echos from the back door.
Summary: You and Izzy are spending your first Christmas together, while wrapping gifts things get sort of heated
Authors note: Here’s a little short Christmas shot <3
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*crinkle crinkle*
“Ugh”
*rrrrrip*
“Fuck this”
Izzy stands up, frustrated with his lack of gift wrapping skills.
“I swear this tape is against me” He groans, pulling pieces of it off his jeans.
“You’re too impatient hun. It’s not pumping out burritos at a fast food restaurant, it’s gently folding wrapping paper” You chuckle.
“Hmph” He thinks “Let me watch you do it then”
Izzy returns to sitting on the floor next to you, head tilted like a puppy. You take Izzy’s box and carefully begin to wrap it, asking for pieces of tape every now and again.
“One more piece..” You hold out your hand “done!”
“How! You’re so neat with it!” Izzy grumbles.
“I’m just cool like that” You kiss cheek softly.
“Maybe you are, beautiful” He coos, pulling you onto his lap.
You smile that same lovesick smile that always seems to creep up your face when you’re with Izzy, face blushing ever so slightly. He pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.
He pulls away “we should get back to this..”
“Yea” You smile sheepishly.
“Okay so who’s left to wrap? Your sister, my mom, slash.. and duff?” Izzy asks.
“Sounds about right” You reply.
After a couple more gifts are wrapped, you stand up stretching heavily.
“Mhmph, sitting on the floor hurts” You groan.
“Okay grandma” Izzy teases.
“You’re literally two years older than me” You put your hands on your hips.
Izzy pauses to think. “touché”
“Want some eggnog darlin’?” He asks in a soft tone.
“Please.. with nutmeg” You smile.
“Coming right up your highness” He jokes.
You watch Izzy move about his kitchen, his skinny yet muscular arms reaching up for a glass.. his shirt lifting ever so slightly..
“Here you go sweetheart”
You blink, realizing you got a little distracted.
“Oh thank you” You take the glass from his hands.
“Come sit with me?” Izzy pats the spot on the couch next to him.
“Of course” You rise to plop yourself next to him.
Instinctively, his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close. You get a whiff of Izzy’s cologne and it drives you wild.
“What’s wrong?” Izzy notices you staring.
“Uh.. nothing” You take a sip of eggnog.
“It’s not nothing” He raises an eyebrow.
“It is!” You respond a little too quickly.
“(y/n).. I can tell when something’s wrong, talk to me” He says with a look of concern.
“It’s.. nothing” Your face flushes red.
Izzy picks up on you blushing, his face dawns with realization.
“Ohhh” He says in this deep voice, turning to face you “you’re not mad.. you’re desperate for something..”
“Maybe..”
Then you get an idea.
“Hold on, I forgot I have an early present for you” You stand up quickly, placing your glass on the coffee table.
“What?” Izzy has a look of confusion at the sudden switch up.
“I forgot to wrap it, it’s in here” You grab the wrapping paper and supplies and head for Izzy’s room.
“A present.. for me.. hidden in my own bedroom?” He questions.
“Yes, just wait here” You practically slam the door shut.
When the lock clicks you cut out two thin strips of wrapping paper and pull off your top. You wrap the first piece around your chest and the second over your bottom.
You crack the door open, hiding your body from Izzy’s view. “Ready?”
“Always” He replies, jumping off the couch.
“Okay whenever you’re ready come in” You step back, standing in front of the bed.
Izzy pushes the door open slowly, probably expecting this to be a prank.
He freezes..
“Baby..” He croaks.
“Yea?” You ask feigning innocence.
He looks you up and down, pupils dilated and a look of pure hunger crosses his face. He steps closer, tugging at the edge of the paper..
Timeskip (I’ll leave this to the imagination)
Afterwards, you lay in bed together, tangled in each others limbs. Wrapping paper shreds on the floor and sheets.
Summary: You and your boyfriend go on the most Pinterest-worthy date, and to make things even better, you get a big surprise.
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“Yknow I haven’t gone ice skating in years?” You glance up at Warren, your boyfriend of 3 years, as you both walk down the snow dusted sidewalk.
“You’ll do great my love” Warren smiles “I’ll be there to hold you up”
“Oh jeez, we’re both going to fall” You say sarcastically, knowing it was probably going to be the outcome.
“Have some faith” He pats your arm that’s intertwined with his.
You arrive at the outdoor rink, a little nervous incase you embarrass yourself in front of everyone.
“Here let me tie your skates” Warren bends down, pulls off his gloves, and ties your laces securely.
“I could’ve done that” You protest.
“Shh.. I got it” He glances up at you, his deep brown eyes meeting yours with a look of pure love, resembling a puppy in some way.
“Ready?” Warren stands up, holding out his hand like a prince asking the princess to dance.
“Yep” You place your mittened hand in his and he gives it a light kiss before helping you to your feet.
Your legs tremble as your try to balance on the rubber-ish floor, hobbling to the rink entrance and gripping Warren’s arm for dear life.
“I gotcha babe, I won’t let you fall” He chuckles as he eases you into the ice.
“I dunno, ware” You look down at your legs that were shaking like a leaf.
“Cmon, one leg at a time” Warren holds you as you shuffle your legs back and forth. “Almost baby, you got it” He reassures.
“I’m- sort of- getting- i-”
THUNK
“Oh fuck” Warren exclaims as he helps you up “you alright darling?”
“I’m good” You smile sheepishly, a little embarrassed.
“Let’s try it again, you’re supposed to skate on the ice, not sit on it” He teases.
“Douchebag”
You whack his chest lightly but the momentum causes you to lose your balance, your skates slip from under you as you grab Warrens jacket to hopefully stabilize you.
THUNK
“Shit!”
THUNK
Just like that, both you and Warren end up flat on your asses. In the process of hopefully stabilizing yourself, you ended up pulling Warren down with you.
“So that’s how it is? I help you then you knock me over” He jokes.
“That’s for teasing me” You retort.
You both meet each others gaze, repressing a smile but failing. You and Warren burst out laughing, thinking about how stupid you must look right now.
“You pulled us both down!” He exclaims with a giggle.
“Maybe if you weren’t mean” You start to stand up.
“Let’s try and do some simple glides” Warren says, returning to his feet.
He pulls you to your feet and you wobble a little.
“Alright now, one foot at a time” He holds your hands in front of you.
“I’m slipping ware!” Your legs tremble.
“I won’t let you fall darling, keep going”
You start to get the hang of it, finally able to glide. It might not be polished, but it was progress.
“Look! I’m getting it” You grin from ear to ear.
“I see that baby! Good job” He smiles, a warm glint in his eyes.
After a bit of practice, you start to get the hang of it. You slide smoothly along the ice.
“Here, I’m only going to hold you with one hand” He says cautiously.
“Okay” You reply wearily.
Warren lets go of one of your hands, shifting into the space beside you.
You both skate around the rink together, still you grip his arm just incase. The two of you look straight out of a hallmark movie, full of smiles as you enjoy the moment together.
TIMESKIP
The street lights cast a warm glow through the evening chill. You and Warren hold coffee cups from the cafe down the street in your mittened hands, enjoying the view and each others company. You stroll through the park, stopping near a bench.
“It really is beautiful out.” You pause, looking at the busy streets, snow filled park, and the small gusts of wind gently blowing around the snow on the ground.
“So are you” Warren turns to face you with this lovesick grin.
He looks so perfect, his thick wool coat with a scarf tucked into the neck, small snowflakes resting on his hair and eyelashes, the gleam of the lights around the park reflecting in his eyes.
“Shush” You blush, although it wasn’t very noticeable since your cheeks and nose were already pink from the cold.
“Never, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” He brushes a strand of hair away from your face.
You set down your coffee cup on the bench, then pull Warren in for a deep kiss.
He melts at your touch, despite it being chilly outside. You pull away softly, gazing up at him.
“Jesus, (y/n)” He tilts his head in awe.
You turn your head in embarrassment, trying to hide your blushing, googly eyed expression.
“Wow these uh.. bricks are laid nice. Cool pattern” You point out, looking for a distraction.
“(Y/n)” Warren says gently.
“You ever think of how much time this took?” You stall, waiting for the redness to drain from your cheeks.
“(Y/n)” He continues.
“No” You say defiantly.
“(Y/n).. look at me” He says in this oddly pleading tone.
You spin around slowly. “You’re gonna make fun of me for being-” You freeze.
There he is, Warren, propped up on one knee. He pulls back the lid of the box to reveal a (silver/gold) band with a large pink stone rested in the prongs. He meets your eyes, with a look you can only describe as pure love.
“Ware-” You choke out.
“(Y/n)” He begins “I’m not as good with speeches as I am with lyrics, but I’ve loved you from the second we met. You make every aspect of my life better, you’re the light in every room. I don’t know where I’d be without you and I never want to imagine that. So please.. will you marry me?”
Tears well in his eyes, like he was scared you’d reject him after pouring his heart out.
“Oh my fucking god..” You hold back sobs as well “yes baby. Now get up off the snowy ground and give me a kiss”
Warren jumps up, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up. He twirls you around and his lips smash into yours. The flood gates open and both of you start crying tears of joy, completely engulfed in this moment.
“I love you” You whisper against his chest.
“I love you too, now let’s get home to warm up and celebrate” Warren smiles.
Summary: You visit Izzy and the boys while recording Appetite For Destruction when you get an unexpected visitor.
Requested by: @snowsolar
Authors note: The place names and person names(besides gnr) are completely made up.
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“Alright I think I’m done for the day” You mumble under your breath, standing back from your canvas.
You are a part-time artist, taking commissions from anyone who’s willing to pay. Just now, you were working on a piece for a local pub. A rather large painting of a man playing guitar, capturing every detail from the reflection in the pickups to the veins on his arms.
You look at the piece with a satisfied smile, you were proud of this one. Part of your inspiration was from your boyfriend, Izzy. He was the rhythm guitar player in a kick ass rock band called Guns N Roses. While watching him play like you usually did, you took note of his posture and movements, helping you make this painting more lifelike.
You packed away your supplies from the art studio and decided to head home. You remembered that the boys were in the recording booth to write and record music, so you figured you might as well stop in since it was only three blocks away.
Pulling up to the studio wasn’t anything fancy.. yet. Their writing and demo sessions were held in a dinky converted office building on a modest strip. You scaled the stairs to meet a door that read “Rats and Records Booths”.
The door chimed as you entered, you didn’t even need to call out, you could hear the boys cracking jokes and play fighting from down the hall. You peeped your head around the door frame and Izzy shifted from his usual stoic, stern expression to a wide grin, lighting up his face.
“Hey baby!” He coos “I didn’t know you were stopping by!”
“Yeah! Figured I might as well since I’m done at the art studio” You shrugged cheerfully.
“Come sit” He pats the spot on the futon next to him.
You settle yourself into the same spot under his arm, like you were made to fit there.
“How was the painting session?” Duff asks
“Pretty good! Got the latest commission all finished up” You reply.
“Can we see?” Steven asks excitedly.
“Shit I didn’t get a picture” You admit.
“I’m sure it’s beautiful darlin’” Izzy squeezes your shoulder.
“Thanks hun” You give him a peck on the lips.
“Ew guys get a room” Slash jokes.
You give Slash a sarcastic smirk, flipping him off and grabbing Izzy’s face to give him a bigger kiss. Izzy practically melts at your touch.
You pull away chucking. “So how’s song writing?” You ask tracing circles on Izzy’s thigh.
“We’ve got like 2 songs fully down, a bunch of shitty lyrics Axl wrote, and Slash keeps playing this warm up thing over and over.” Izzy smiles sheepishly.
“We would have more if you didn’t show up so now Izzy here is over the moon and not his guitar!” Axl points, half jokingly.
“You just took an hour long “smoke” break!” Izzy retorts.
“Legally I’m entitled to an hour lunch break.” Axl crosses him arms, grinning.
“We’re self employed you fucker! Writing songs to get us signed is what pays the bills.” Izzy quips.
“Yeah yeah” Axl sarcastically rolls his eyes.
“Motherfu-“
Izzy pauses.. you notice a shadow in the doorway.
“Lindsay?” Izzy squints.
Lindsay.. Izzy’s ex girlfriend. You had heard about her before, warned by the guys that she was weird about Izzy dating. You had heard stories of her showing up at places she knew Izzy would be, this didn’t seem any different. She was this tall blonde woman who wore faux fur and heels, the opposite of you which made you a little insecure.
“Oh.. Izzy.. what are you doing here?” Lindsay says in this dramatic tone.
“What are you doing here?” He says accusingly.
“I’m uh.. looking for someone” She glances around the room.
“Oh yeah? Who?” He presses.
“Just uhm my friend” Lindsay responds in this snobby tone.
“We’re the only band here right now” Axl spits.
“Oh.. well I must’ve been given the wrong address” She looks down.
“Cut the crap. You know what you’re doing” Izzy uncrosses his legs and leans forward.
“I’m not doing anything!” She stamps her foot “you’re the one getting pissy”
“Leave Lindsay” Izzy says in a voice you’ve never heard before.
“Or what? You pussys wouldn’t hit a woman” She grins smugly.
“They wouldn’t. But I would” You speak up.
Lindsay laughs.. actually laughs.
“Is this your new bitch? Some pipsqueak who can’t even dress herself and has to fight your battles?” She snorts, taking note of your paint stained clothes.
“She’s not a bitch.. and she’s not fighting my battles” Izzy puts a hand on your shoulder.
“Leave..” Axl hisses.
You stand up, glaring at Lindsay.
“What is that supposed to scare me? Hit me whore” She scoffs.
“Nobody’s hitting anyone” Duff tries to mediate.
“She’s too scared anyway” She crosses her arms.
You stare at her, smart enough to not actually strike her (or at least throw the first punch).
“I’m not scared, I just know better than to pick a fight with some chick who claims to wear real gold while she hides her skin turning green, and thinks she’s the shit because she throws herself at rockstars” You chuckle harshly.
“Fight me” Lindsay lunges towards the door but Slash blocks her with his arm.
“Let me go!” She shrieks.
Just then you hear the jingle of keys from down the hall, the owner Ms. Rocket appears from behind Lindsay.
“Alright time to go” Ms. Rocket says in her raspy voice.
“You can’t kick me out!” She crosses her arms.
“Yes I fucking can” The owner laughs at her entitlement.
Lindsay grumbles and looks around frantically “well fuck you because I’m leaving. And fuck all of you guys, especially that little whore” She points to the guys and you.
“Mhm” Ms. Rocket groans.
After Lindsay leaves, Axl turns his head slowly back to you and Izzy.
“Just another encounter with the witch” He laughs bitterly.
“What the hell?” You turn to Izzy, who is for some reason smiling widely. “What are you smiling about?!”
“Because now I finally have enough evidence for a restraining order.. and I love you for standing up for me” He says.
“I mean I really would’ve kicked her ass” You smirk.
“We know you would’ve” Duff says.
“You’re one hell of a girl (y/n)” Izzy grins, pupils dilated.
This time Izzy pulls you in for the kiss, tipping you back slightly and tangling his hands in your hair. You’re completely in a trance until Steven interrupts.
“Uhm guys.. we’re still here” He blurts out.
“Oh yeah right..” Izzy pulls you in for one last smooch before sitting up straight again.
My idea is that the reader is dating Izzy and she stops by the studio and hangouts with the band yk being the cute couple in the corner but his ex gf comes by to make a stupid excuse on why she’s there and everyone kicks her out because she saw Izzy and the reader being all cuddled up on the couch
Summary: You just got promoted at your job at a record label, so you decide to have a wild night to celebrate.
Authors note: So sorry for the lack of writing, things have been busy and I needed some time away. I finished this one up from the drafts, please leave your feedback below <3
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You had just landed yourself a big promotion at your job, you worked for Geffen Records, busting your ass just to get your boss to notice you. Finally, all that hard work paid off and you got the promotion of your dreams, working alongside real bands. You got to assist the band managers, arrange gigs, and book publicity events.
So maybe this wasn’t the exact role you wanted, you always hoped to be a full-time manager, but scoring this job just got you a hell of a lot further to getting there.
In celebration, you decided to head down to the sunset strip for a wild night. Dragging along your friends Darla, James, and Freya, who were just happy that you finally chose to go out instead of staying in per usual.
Tonight’s bar of choosing was a moderately sized place, the kind with bands playing every night and Christmas lights up year-round. You and your friends immediately hit the bar to get started with a round of drinks, settling yourselves into a comfortable booth to watch the current band.
“He’s cute” Freya whispers, her manicured fingertips pointing at the lead singer, a long haired ginger fellow with one heck of a voice.
You’re about to half heartedly agree when the hum of something that can only be described as heavenly catches your attention. You quickly glance over to watch the lead guitarist, a shirtless, muscular guy with a mess of dark curls, playing the most beautiful guitar solo you’ve ever heard.
“Jesus you guys, stop drooling over the band members. They probably only fuck groupies who throw themselves at them anyways” James partially jokes in that judgmental tone.
“We’r- I’m not drooling..” Freya glances at you knowingly.
“I’m not” You say defensively, taking a sip of your beer to distract you.
“Right..” Darla says skeptically.
As the band plays, you can’t help but notice him. That gorgeous nest of curls, smug smirk, and the gleam of pride on his face when he sees everyone astonished at his skills. Maybe it was the confidence from the promotion (or the 2 beers and 3 shots you had) but you had made up your mind, you were going to talk to him.
When the band finished, they sauntered off stage and back to their dressing room. You knew it seemed desperate, but the lack of rational thinking led you to sneaking down the back hall until you head hearty laughter and the smell of cigarette smoke. Your hand hovered shakily over the door.
“Fuck (y/n).. are you that stupid and desperate?” You thought to yourself.
You second guessed yourself, quickly spinning around and walking back down the hall to the bar floor.. just when you heard a voices and a door swing open.
Shit.
“I’m telling you, that was probably the best time you’ve played that solo live. That twist you put on it? Man..” A deep voice says.
“I’ve down better, but thanks” The softer voice replies.
“Nah man, that was the one” Another, more energetic voice says.
“Thanks” The same soft voice chuckles a little.
“Oh..” The deep voice pauses “Well who’s this?” He speaks up.
You turn around slowly to face three men, the ginger singer Freya was eyeing, a blonde fluffy haired guy with a wide smile, and the lead guitarist..
“Hey! Pretty lady, back here is for personnel only” The singer teases. “Unless you’re looking for something more” He winks.
“Sorry, wrong turn” You reply, trying your best not to stutter.
“You wouldn’t want me to call security now would you?” He takes a step towards you.
“Axl, settle down. She’s probably just looking for the washroom” The guitarist steps forward as well.
“Oh yeah. That’s what every woman comes back here for.. the washroom” His voice is laced with sarcasm.
“Stop being a dick, I’ll show her the way” The dark haired man walks towards you.
“Whatever dude”
You watch in awe as the man saunters down the all towards you, hair bouncing and a sheepish smile on his face. He now wears a black muscle tank and finally brushed the hair out of his eyes.
“I’ll show you the way” He smiles softly.
“Actually.. that wasn’t why I was back here” You admit.
“So axl was right?” He questions.
“Not necessarily, there was someone I was looking for.” You shrug.
“Mhm” He continues to walk along side you, falling into an odd silence.
You desperately think of something to say, but instead get flustered.
“I loved your playing, those slides were crisp” You blurt out.
He turns to you “thanks” He smiles “I’m Slash by the way”
“Slash? That’s different” You say.
“Stage name” He shrugs.
“Ah”
Slash makes a quick glance at you, his eyebrows raise a little at your long black heels and red lace dress.
“You’re not a groupie are you?” He asks hesitantly.
You actually giggle “no no I just don’t get out a lot” You blush a little.
“Right on” Slash thinks for a moment “How about I buy you a drink as a celebration for uh.. getting out” He laughs the cutest laugh you’ve ever heard.
“That would be nice, thank you” You beam.
“Of course, anything for a lady as pretty as you” He grins.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t blush a little.
Slash sits on a stool at the bar, patting the spot beside him. You eagerly jump onto the stool and spin to face him.
“What’s your order? Vodka cranberry? Martini?” He tilts his head.
“Jack and Coke” You smile.
His eyebrows shoot up “a woman after my own heart” He turns to the bartender “a Jack and coke each for me and the lady, thanks” He slides over a credit card.
“So..” Slash says “what’s your story? You got a boyfriend?”
“Nope, I moved to L.A from Bakersfield about.. 5 years ago now.” You gleam.
“Really? Why L.A.?” He asks while passing you your drink.
“I’ve always liked the scene, music and show life” You shrug.
Freya’s point of view
“Look at (y/n) over there” Darla says.
Freya turns her head quickly, noticing you and Slash sitting at the bar. “No way she had the balls”
“How many shots did we pressure her into doing?” Darla asks.
“Only 2” James replies
“That sneaky fucker” Freya chuckles “At least she had the courage”
Back to normal
As the night passes, you and Slash get to talking. You found yourself pretty fond of him, for more than his looks but also his down to earth personality. You could tell he felt the same, subtly moving closer to you and finding any excuse to keep talking.
By now you’ve had a good few drinks, crossing over the line of tipsy to full on drunk. You and slash laughed like kids, cracking jokes and enjoying the company.
“Alright guys! It’s 2am so bar’s no longer serving drinks” The bartender announces.
“Shit” Slash says under his breath.
“Aw man” You sigh.
“We could.. I mean, uh.. if you wanted to go back to mine?” Slash stutters, his speech obscured from alcohol and nervousness.
“Yeah okay!” You agree.
At Slash’s place
You guys giggle and stumble up the steps, cackling as Slash lacks the motor skills to put his key in the door. Once unlocked, you guys immediately crash into each other, sloppily shutting the door behind you.
Your hands make their way to his hair, he groans a little at the touch. He presses you up against the wall, kissing you roughly.
“Mm..” Slash whines “you’re so pretty”
“Thanks” You gasp for air.
“Should we go to my room?” He nods down the hall.
“Sure” You reply without hesitation.
Slash takes your hand, leading you to his room. His room is pretty messy, two guitars in the corner, and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke, either way you were too drunk to care.
Immediately, you slip off your dress, leaving you in a black silky set.
“Damn” He whistles and you blush.
Slash peels off his shirt and lays you down gently.
His calloused hands trace your sides, and you can taste the alcohol from his kisses. You toy with his pants button until he takes the hint. A knowing smirk washes over his face as he unbuttons his jeans.
“Eager?” He grins.
“Maybe” You stop staring at his lower half to make eye contact.
“You know you really are not subtle at all” He chuckles, catching you eyeing him up.
“Oh” you blush. “I’ve been told that before”
“Do you want this?” He tugs at the elastic of his boxers.
“Mhm” You blink, realizing you weren’t dreaming.
Timeskip ⏰
You wake up in a gross sweaty state, Slash’s thick arms are tightly wound around you. You sigh a content sigh, satisfied after last night.
You glance at the time 9:38am.. fuck!
You forgot that you were scheduled to meet the band you’re assisting at 12pm. You wriggle out from Slash’s grip, and by some miracle he doesn’t wake up, I guess he’s a heavy sleeper. You quickly throw on your clothes and slip out of his apartment.
Once back in your apartment, you take a well needed shower, brush the smell of alcohol off your tongue, and pop an Advil. You choose some fitting attire for working with a rock band, leather flare pants and a red blouse.
At the meeting
“Hello (y/n), I’m Alan” The bands current manager greets you. His hair is long and brushed back and he smells of cigarettes.
“Hi, nice to meet you” You take Alan’s hand in a firm shake.
“So you’re the young sprite” He sizes you up. “Listen, the boys are pretty rough and tumble and have a habit of getting themselves into shit.. whether that be fucking with the wrong person or getting loaded, so be aware. And be prepared because I don’t know how they’re going to react to a chick manager, nothing against you but yknow how it is” He smiles an apologetic smile.
“Right” You groan internally at the misogyny already.
“They’re in the room, you ready?” Alan asks.
You nod.
Alan twists the door handle and leads you into the room.
“Boys say hi to (y/n)” He says excitedly.
Five young rockstars sit around on couches.. and they look oddly familiar..
That was the moment you spotted the curly headed man strumming a guitar.. fuck.
Summary: Duff had been ignoring you after a confusing depart from game night, now everything seemed to be spilling out at the seams.
Requested by: @yeahthatsdefinitivelyme
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Days after the night in the apartment, you’ve sparsely heard from Duff. He hadn’t called or anything, seemingly avoiding you. Tonight you had a day off and planned to make pasta for yourself but hated eating alone. You figured giving Duff a call to check in and invite him over wouldn’t hurt.
You pick up the phone and dial his number.
Bringggg
“Hello?” Duffs gravelly voice croaks.
“Duff, hey” You greet him cheerily.
“Y/n.. hi” You hear shuffling through the receiver.
“I haven’t heard from you, I was getting worried” You say softly.
“Sorry.. things have been.. busy” He stretches.
“Right.” You say quietly “You sound like you just woke up”
“Yeah, I woke up 20 minutes ago” He chuckles.
“It’s 5:10pm..” You giggle.
There’s a short pause. You clear your throat and sigh lowly.
“I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner? I’m making homemade pasta” You buzz with excitement.
“Yeah sure. Sounds good just let me clean up” He says.
“Dirty bum” You tease.
“Keep insulting me like that and I won’t come over” He feigns offence.
“It’s my food.” You say sarcastically.
“True that.. see you in 20” He coos.
“Bye”
You hang up the phone and look down, dirty sweat pants and unbrushed hair. You’ve never dressed up for Duff but today you had a nagging urge to look nice.. odd.
You get up and dig through your dresser drawers, hauling out a black tank top (that was sorta low cut) and your favourite pair of jeans. You throw your (h/c) waves into a messy bun and wash your face.
It’s just wanting to be presentable.. right??
In the meantime you light some incense and play some soft music, choosing your favourite album: Rumours by Fleetwood Mac.
Throughout the rush of trying to seem put together, Duff arrives. You guys never knocked at each others houses. He stands in the doorway with a four pack of beer and a nervous smile on his face.
“Hey swee- (y/n)” He clears his throat.
You whip around.
“Duff!” You exclaim “Where have you been?”
You pull him into a tight hug that he throughly reciprocates.
“Yknow.. around” Duff shrugs.
“Right..”
You pull away from the hug and admire his tousled hair and strong jaw.
“I missed you” You squeak.
“Me too (y/n/n)” He smiles but something deeper flicks in his eyes.
“You alright?” You ask concerned.
“I’m fine” Duff shrugs, eyes not daring to make contact with yours.
“If you say so.. pasta will be done in 15” You warmheartedly smile.
“Awesome”
Duff finds his familiar spot on your couch, plopping himself down with a content sigh.
“Comfortable?” You ask as you play with his blonde locks from behind the couch.
“Yeah” He smiles, blushing at your touch.
A short while later both you and Duff sit at your dinner table with plates of pasta and a beer each.
“This is good (y/n/n), seriously” He says with a mouthful of noodles and sauce.
“It’s just a can of ragu, half an onion, and a couple noodles” You chuckle.
“Still, it’s amazing.. you’re amazing” He smiles.
“Thanks” You blush slightly.
There’s a brief pause between you two, something unsaid hangs in the air. Duff looks down at his plate nervously, as if he’s contemplating something. He takes a shakey breath and looks up at you with his piercing blue eyes meet yours.
“I’m sorry for not calling sooner.. there was a lot on my mind” He admits.
“Is something wrong hun?” You ask gently.
“Nothings wrong.. just thinking” Duff looks down again.
“About what?” You press further.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now” He takes a swig of beer.
You study his face, his eyes seem glued to the table, strong hand gripping his beer.
“Let’s watch a movie hm?” You suggest to lighten the mood.
“Yeah.. let’s do that” Duff replies.
You both sit on the couch next to each other, once again he loosely drapes his arm over the back of the couch.
Duff stares at you intently, studying your gentle yet striking features. He resists the urge to run a hand down you cheek, he grips the seam of the couch instead. You let out a soft breath and Duff feels the heat rise to his face.
“I love this movie” You grin back at him.
“Me too..” He half-heartedly replies.
You can tell somethings wrong, Duff is never this quiet or shy. You don’t want to annoy him with pressing questions, so instead you choose to ignore his low responses and try to cheer him up.
You scan him for something to compliment, you had always admired Duff’s looks and style but now that you really wanted to compliment him, picking one thing was impossible.
Your eyes land on his sliver rings, he always wears a couple statement pieces; a large skull, a barbed wire band, and a stacked piece.
“Oh is this one new?” You lean over him, pointing to his finger.
“Yeah, got it at a pawn shop. Pretty cool huh?” He holds his hand up.
“I like it, it’s wicked” You say, carefully holding his wrist to see.
“Thanks” Duff smiles wide, both from your compliment and your touch.
“That shop down on McGee?” You ask, rolling over to look at him, practically laying in his lap.
“Uhm.. yea” He tried his best not to let his face turn that shade of bright pink.
“Cool”
Duff swallows hard, looking down at you in his lap, oblivious to just how much effect you had on him. Once again his eyes graze your face, all he wants to do right now is pull you into him and say those words he’s been wanting to say for weeks.
You sit up, your back against his thigh but looking him into the eyes. You’re unsure of what to say right now, it’s like a million words could be said but you don’t know how to make sense of them.
You carefully brush the blonde strands away from his face, smiling softly. You now notice just how much Duff blushes at your touch.
“Sorry” He covers his face partly with his hand, the embarrassment of you realizing he was blushing just made him a deeper shade of red.
“It’s fine” You croak, moving his hand away.
His bright blue eyes reluctantly meet yours, lingering in a warm, almost loving gaze. Neither of you say anything (as per usual) but the tension was palpable.
Duff’s hand reaches up to hold your cheek, he pauses as if contemplating something. You watch as if he suddenly changes his mind.
Duffs lips crash into yours. An overwhelming buzz of adrenaline pumps through your veins.
You both don’t pull away, if this was a movie, it would be the scene with fireworks in the background and a sappy, uplifting love song accompanying a new found love.
Duff pulls back, almost astonished at what he had just done “I-I’m sorry” He stutters.
“No” You say breathless.
“No?” He parrots.
“No. That was… great” You admit.
“Really..?” He sounds almost confused that you had enjoyed the sudden kiss. “I’d wanted to do that for so long..”
“I didn’t know you felt like that?” You say quietly.
“(Y/n).. I’ve liked you for months but I’ve been terrified to ruin things.. and that you’d hate me and we’d never be the same like we are right now-“ He rambles on.
“Duff!” You butt in and he looks up at you “I feel the same way”
“Wow.. I thought you’d hate me” He laughs a little.
“Never” You reassure him.
“Can we kiss again?” He asks with a sheepish grin.
Without answering, you pull him into a kiss, shifting yourself onto his lap. Your hands find their way to his hair and Duff rests his hands on your waist.
“I can’t believe I waited this long to say something” Duff says, half to himself.
“Who cares, now we have the future” You beam hopefully, still ramped up on adrenaline.
Your complete attention (and the fact you’re sitting on his lap) makes Duff’s heart race. He pulls you in for a tight hug, taking in your scent. You feel the thumping of his heart and laugh a little to yourself.
“You’re amazing” He whispers.
The rest of the night is spent confessing things you like about each other, kissing, and enjoying riding the high of reciprocated feelings. You stay entangled on the couch and just enjoying the moment.
Who knew one shitty car could lead to a slow-burn romance?
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Sorry for taking so long to post this one, I’ve been slowly picking at it between crazy life events. Hope the person who requested it enjoys!
Summary: You overhear a cocky guy boasting about his pool skills, what happens when you end up befriending him though competitive game talk?
Word count: 1.4K (WOAH??)
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One late August night you and some friends were at a shitty bar somewhere in L.A.
It was one of those bars with dim lights, wooden everything, and a stench of beer. You were sitting at a booth when you couldn't help but overhear a guy loudly boasting.
"I'm telling you man, I'm just that good at pool" He admits to his friends cockily.
"Bullshit, you're just saying that so we'll place bets and you con the winnings" His friend spits back.
"Cmon then. Let's play" He says.
"No man, I'm not here to play pool" His friend brushes off.
You watch the guy closely, his poof of blonde hair and puffed up chest, definitely a cocky douche bag. It had been a while since you had played pool. You spent many of your teenage years playing pool at your uncles bar, winning many bets against drunk men who didn't think a spiteful teenage girl could beat them at whacking balls with long sticks. None the less, someone had to put this guy in his place.
You saunter over, already annoyed with his attitude. Your black leather mini skirt gleams in the dimming bulb, and softly curled hair swaying.
"I'll play" You announce.
The man whips around and actually burst out laughing.
"Yeah fuckin' right princess" He jokes.
"I'm serious." You state flatly.
"Uhm.. okay." He says sarcastically "I don't mind making an easy buck. What's your bet? $20? $40?"
"Free drinks... for the rest of the night. And bragging rights" You stand up straighter.
"I gotta say sweetheart, confidence looks cute on you" He chuckles.
"Shut up and make it a deal" You reluctantly hold out your hand, not wanting to touch this guys hand. Who knows where that's been.
The man ponders for a moment, "deal" He nods, taking your hand.
"I'm Vince by the way, what's your name? Or should I just call you hot stuff?" He asks.
"Y/N. Should I just call you broke since you'll be kissing my ass with free drinks all night?" You grin.
"Oh I'd love to kiss that ass" He makes a face at you.. ew.
"I'll let you have first go" You try to ignore his comment.
"That full of yourself?" He questions.
"That's rich." You watch as he leans down to hit the cue ball.
Vince strikes the ball and all of the other balls scatter around the table. He manages to land one into the pocket.
“You’re solids princess” He winks and you cringe at the smell of his beer breath.
After a couple shots back and forth and mutual game talk, you’re down to one ball each. Whoever pockets the next ball wins not just free drinks but bragging rights.
“Say goodbye to that pay check because when I win I’ll be ordering top shelf whiskey” Vince grins cockily.
He bends down, taking his sweet time to make sure his shot is just right.
“Anytime now..” You tease.
“Shush.. I’m perfecting my shot.” He grunts.
Vince knocks the cue ball into his last ball and it rolls towards the top left corner, it looks like it’s going to make it in. Internally you dread the upcoming bitching and the hole in your wallet.
THUNK
The striped ball whacks off the edge of the table and rolls away from the pocket.
“Fuck! I thought I had that” Vince groans.
“My turn” You say confidentially.
Vince scoffs but you can tell he’s nervous that you’re going to beat him.
You lean down, resting your head on your shoulder to get a good view. Your arm pulls back and..
THWACK
The cue ball spins and zooms towards the last solid ball, gracefully dunking it into the pocket.
You hear a load grumble from Vince and the laughs of his friends.
You spin around, adjusting your mini skirt.
“Good game.. princess” You smile this shit eating grin.
He glares at you but smirks a little “I’ll admit it was a good game” He holds out his hand “Smoking hot and a kick ass pool player, you’re the real package sweetheart.”
You laugh off his comment and your eyes flick to the bar. “How about you start by ordering me a strawberry daiquiri? Make sure you order the good rum hm?” You flash a toothy smile.
A couple drinks in..
You end up dancing with Vince’s friend Nikki. He smells strongly of liquor and cheap cologne. Nikki keeps getting closer and closer, practically humping your leg, no matter how much you gently push him away.
“I need some air” You quickly say.
“I’ll come with” Nikki follows.
“No- no I’m fine” You force a smile.
“I wouldn’t want to leave a pretty girl alone on the street this late.” He tries to be gentlemanlike but he just comes off a total creep.
You sigh, there’s no way to get this intoxicated man to give you some space.
The air outside the bar is crisp and has an eerily thick cloud of cigarette smoke.
“You alright baby?” He slurs.
“I’m fine.” You reply shortly.
“Yknow you look awful hot in that little outfit” He runs a hand down your side.
“Please don’t touch me” You state.
“Cmon now, don’t be like that.” He purrs.
“I said don’t” You say seriously.
“Now now, wearing that tiny little skirt is just begging for someone to feel you up” Nikki’s hand inches up your thigh.
“Fuck off” You shove him.
“Hey Nikki, what are you doing?” A voice calls.
“Nothing man, back off” He spits back. His hand continues to rub your thigh.
“Stop” You hiss.
“Serious dude. Leave her alone” The familiar voice says, you’re unable to see who’s there behind Nikki’s tall frame.
“I’ll be over in a minute, we’re just having a chat” He shouts over his shoulder and rests a hand on the bricks next to your head.
“Back off!” You weakly push him.
“Feisty huh?” He chuckles.
Suddenly a blur of blonde hair pushes Nikki, sending him stumbling backwards.
“Vince what the fuck?” He grumbles.
“I told you to get off her” Vince stands up straight.
“Whatever, I’m going to a better bar” Nikki storms off.
You brush the hair out of your eyes and glance up at Vince.
“You alright sweetheart?” He seemingly sobered up within a couple hours.
“I’m good..” Your eyes flick to Nikki far down the street.
“Don’t worry about him, he gets way too touchy when he’s drunk.. not that I’m excusing that of course” He stumbles over his words.
“Yeah..” You peer up at him, the warm string lights outside illuminates your eyes into a beautiful shade of (e/c).
“I know I was being a flirty and cocky back there but you really are gorgeous. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me after that.” He says shyly.
“No it’s alright”
“How about we find a booth and grab a non-alcoholic drink huh?” He asks softly.
“I could go for a Shirley temple right now” You smile.
“Cmon little lady” He leads you inside.
Both of you sit in a corner booth of the bar, cracking jokes and people watching all the drunk patrons. By the end of the night you had grown very fond of Vince, you saw him for more than a stuck-up frontman who cared too much about his looks.
“I should get home” You looks at the clock: 3:13am
“Let me get you a cab” Vince stands up to follow you.
You both stand outside in the cold, waiting for a cab to stop by.
“So..” He clears his throat.
“So?” You repeat questionably.
“So.. it’s the end of the night.. I really enjoyed getting to know you. You are one heck of a pool player yknow” He flashes his magazine cover worthy smile.
“Thanks” You blush.
“Could I give you my number princess?” He asks sheepishly.
His sudden lack of confidence throws you off guard, all night he’s been walking around like he owns the place but now that it came down to asking for your number he gets all shy like a teenage boy.
“Sure” You beam.
“Really?” He says and grabs his bar receipt from his pocket to write it on. “Here” He hands you the paper.
“Thanks.. the cabs here” You gesture over your shoulder to the yellow civic waiting for you.
“I guess you’re heading out, see you around princess” He grins.
You lean up and kiss his cheek, “See ya Vince, call me”
With that, you spin around and hop in the cab, waving as the driver speeds off into the night.
Summary: After an enjoyable afternoon you come across Kelly’s real feelings towards you.
Word count: 972
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You had just gotten out of the shower at Kelly's apartment, instead of immediately getting dressed you decided to lay on your stomach on his bed in your underwear and a sports bra. You hear Kelly shuffling around in the hall.
"Sweetheart?" He calls.
"Mhm?"
"Can I come in? I want to read you this lyric I wrote!" You can picture his goofy, proud smile through the door.
"Sure hun" You coo.
Kelly walks in with his head down, not noticing you half naked on his bed.
"Okay so I might change badass to bitchin' but-" Kelly stops in his tracks.
"What?" You croak, looking over your shoulder at him.
"You.." He smiles.
Kelly strides over to you, a needy look on his face. His calloused hand reaches and brushes the hair out of your eyes.
"Hot damn" He says practically breathless.
"C'mere" You smirk.
Kelly's tall body hovers over you, his muscular arms wrapping around you.
You gently plant a kiss on his cheek and his face flushes pink.
"You look hot baby" He purrs.
"Thanks" You press a kiss onto his forehead.
Both of you lay there on the bed, tangled in a tight hug. The faint scent of Kelly's cologne drives you crazy (in a good way) and all you can think about is him.
The strap of your bra cuts into your arm, leaving a red mark and stinging sensation.
"Ow this bra is too tight, must have been an old one I brought over for a change of clothes" You hiss and adjust the strap.
"I mean you could just slip it off.. if that made you more comfortable." He grins knowingly.
"If you insist.." You pull the bra over your head.
Kelly whistles and you blush.
"You look.. amazing, and that's not just because you're topless right now" He reassures with a smile.
"Thank you" You return the smile.
"May I?" He holds a hand over your breast.
"Go ahead" You reply softly.
His hand gently squeezes and you groan with pleasure, this makes Kelly's eyes light up.
"What?" You tilt your head.
"I like that" He admits.
"Right on.." You lean back and rest your head on the pillow.
"Baby" He whines.
"Yeah Kel?" You question softly.
"I need you" Kelly huffs.
"How so?" You ask with a teasing smirk.
"You know.." His words trail off.
"I don't"
"You do!"
"I really don't Kel" You flash a shit-eating grin.
"You're just going to make me say it huh?" He buries his head in your shoulder.
"Perchance"
"I need you sweetheart.. on me, next to me, under me.. I don't care" Kelly takes a deep breath.
"Was that so hard?" You brush the hair out of his eyes.
"I mean I am.." He smiles.
"I can help with that" You trail a hand down to palm his jeans.
(TIMESKIP)
Kelly flops over, both of you panting as you come down from your highs.
"That was just what I needed" He tries to catch his breath.
"Same here, damn" You confess.
You lean on your side and prop your head on your hand.
"Yknow I love you right?" You beam.
"I do. Maybe I do too" Kelly chuckles.
Later that evening..
You and Kelly had decided to sit together on the couch and listen to music. Kelly was continuing to write song lyrics while you worked through a book of sudoku puzzles. The hum of Jimmy Pages guitar and the crackle of the vinyl leaves you in a comfortable silence.
"I gotta take a leak" He says standing up.
"Alright hun" You say half distracted.
Kelly rests his notebook on the couch and he disappears down the hall. You eye his notebook just laying there, you know it's an invasion of privacy but you can't help but feel the urge to take a peak.
You quickly snatch up the book and flip to the page Kelly was writing in. His scribbly hand writing is hard to read but you notice the song title,
"Tidal Wave"
Your eyes flick down and read the first portion of the lyrics..
"Her gaze makes me blind,
My love for her can never be confined.
The stars could never recreate her frame,
She's the only one to keep me tame.
(Chorus)
She gets me riled up like an engine,
Her voice makes my head spin.
I'm digging my own grave,
Her love hits me like a tidal wave"
*ehem*
Your head snaps up instantly to see Kelly standing in the living room doorframe.
“Did I say you could snoop in my notebook?” He crosses him arms.
“Uhm.. I’m sorry” You stammer.
His gaze softens at your embarrassing attempt to cover up your tracks.
“It’s alright darling, I was just hoping it would be finished before you read it. It’s still a very rough draft.” He chuckles and sits next to you, draping his arm over your shoulders.
“Was that about me?” You peer up at him.
“No, it was about Phil..” His voice is laced with sarcasm. “Of course it’s about you” He nudges you.
“I didn’t know you thought of me that fondly to write a whole song..” Your voice gets small.
“My love, I think of you as highly as the sun. I love you” He smiles.
A small sniffle escapes from your chest.
“Oh baby, are you crying?” He tilts your head towards him and you desperately try to blink back tears of happiness.
“No” Your voice wobbles.
“Don’t cry over my mediocre song writing” He chuckles softly while pulling you into a hug.
Kelly holds you and strokes the back of your head.
“If I known you’d get all sappy on me over a little song I would’ve written you one much soon darling” He says lowly.
Summary: You tell Izzy you’re ready to do it for the first time.
Word count: 852
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You and your boyfriend Izzy had been together for 8 months, and even after all this time you've never actually "done it".
Don't be mistaken, you've done so many other things besides sex itself.
Izzy's seen you naked a lot, but each time it's like he's seeing you for the first time all over again.
Anything you do turns this man on, reading, brushing your hair, doing mascara.
You were laying in bed one afternoon feeling particularly freaky, but knowing Izzy would be coming over soon. Last week at the mall you bought this gorgeous, black and red, sheer, bra and panties set. You were itching to wear it but busy work schedules kept you and Izzy apart for a while.
*click*
"Love? I'm here" He coos.
"Uh.. just in here hun" You reply.
"Everything alright? You sound off" He asks in that soft, caring tone.
"No no, just getting changed" You try to keep your voice neutral, awaiting his surprise.
"Can I come in?" He calls.
"Sure"
You quickly hop on the bed, folding your knees under you and fixing your neatly curled hair.
Izzy turns the knob and opens the door unknowingly.
"So I was thinking we could wa-"
He stops in his tracks, face flushing pink instantly. His eyes graze over you, as if he couldn't get enough of the sight.
He steps back a pace, rubbing a hand over his face as if to regain his breath.
"Holy fuck" He says exasperated.
"You like it?" You question him with a smug expression.
"Do I ever" He practically throws his wallet and keys on your dresser.
Izzy pounces on you, like some primal instinct took over him.
"Oh I'm sorry" He props himself up over you "Was that too rough?"
Despite his nonchalant, edgy stage presence, Izzy was a major softy in bed. He always made sure he never accidentally hurt you and had %100 consent. The pet names flowed out of his lips, more focused on your needs than his own.
You look at his worried expression, smiling to yourself. Instead of answering him, you pull him into a deep kiss. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands pull off his hat.
"I'll take that as a no?" He smiles through the kiss.
"Mhm" Is all you could get out.
He keeps one hand under your head and on rested on your waist, being sure not to rest his full body weight on you.
Your hands toy with his shirt hem, signalling you want it off.
"This?" He asks, tugging the bottom of his shirt.
"Please" You grin back at him.
Izzy lifts his shirt over his head, revealing his skinny torso. You lean back on your elbows and admire him.
"What are you looking at?" He smirks.
"Nothing.." You blush.
You always loved his little happy trail, the line of hair that runs down from his stomach. I guess it was one of those random things that turned you on.
"It has to be something" He tilts his head like a puppy.
"Uhm.. uh.." You choke out.
"Cmon baby" He says in a husky voice.
"Fine.. I'm looking at you" You pout jokingly.
"I figured" He replies cockily.
Your hands reach down and unbuckle his belt, yknow.. just in case.
"Easy girl" He teases, smiling down at you fumbling with the buckle.
"Just being prepared" You shrug knowingly.
"Mm" He hums.
Izzy kisses your neck softly, making you groan with pleasure. Without thinking you shimmy down your bra, it rests around your waist.
"Damn" Izzys eyes scan your body.
You blush instantly.
He uses the backside of his hand and gently traces down your side, glancing up at you with that "is this okay?" look.
You nod, smiling.
Izzy rests you back and starts kissing your neck again, this time slowly trailing down to your breasts.
Things continue to heat up, you feel this wave of admiration and safety with Izzy. You were always too scared to have sex after a traumatic first experience but right now you felt at peace.
"Izzy" You croak.
"Yes darling?" He looks up from kissing your stomach.
His deep brown eyes gleam, pupils dilated, showing just how much he loved you.
"I'm ready... to do it" You say, trying to hide your awkwardness.
"Really??" His eyebrows shoot up.
"Really" You say confidently.
"You're not just saying that because you feel pressured by me wanting to?" His eyes soften.
"No no, I'm serious" You reply.
"If you're sure.." He smiles, reaching for the drawer where you kept condoms.
Time skip
(Ill leave this part up to interpretation )
You rest your head back on the pillow, hair sticking to your face from sweat. Izzy lays his head on his hand, eyes grazing over your naked body.
"Are you alright my love?" He asks.
"I'm amazing" You reply breathlessly.
Izzy leans over and kisses your head, gently moving the hair off your face.
"I love you" He states so softly it's a notch away from a whisper.
Summary: You needed to take your mind off a shitty day and someone’s interest peaks at your musical talent
Word count: 668
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One Thursday afternoon you decide to run into your local music shop on your way home from an important work meeting. Your nerves were through the roof and you knew exactly what would calm you down; drums.
You lived in a small apartment where making a racket was impossible to get away with, let alone fitting a kit in your cramped living space.
Usually you would play drums with your musician friends but your friend Kat who held the jam sessions was out of town. So, you decided to run to Vernon's Music Shop downtown.
The door jingles as you walk in. A scrawny teenage worker barely looks up to greet you with a mumble. You didn't care, instead made a b-line to the shiny display drum set in the back of the store.
Sitting down at the kit felt euphoric. Your hands instinctively started twirling the drum sticks and you start tapping a slow beat.
You start to build up a faster beat, keeping that familiar fast past that drove your mind wild.
Sweat beads on your forehead and you throw down your leather jacket, leaving you in jeans and a black tank top.
You start humming along the tune of the songs you were playing, throwing in extra flair, and completely letting loose, unaware if anyone was watching.
Your adrenaline builds and you finish your session with a bang. Surely everyone's heads turned after that.
You breathe out deeply, nerves calmed and feeling satisfied. Out of the corner of your eye you see a puff of blonde hair peering around the corner.
CRASH
"Fuck! Uh.." BANG "Oh lord"
You see a blonde, rather stocky, young man picking up cymbals off the floor. He turns to you with a sheepish, embarrassed expression on his face.
"Sorry" He says.
"That's alright" you reply.
He flashes you the most sweetest, handsome smile you've ever seen, making your stomach feel weird.
"Man, your playing kicks fuckin' ass! You truly rock" He steps closer to you.
"Aw thanks, I-I was just messing around though.." Heat rises to your face.
"No, seriously. I'm a drummer too and man that was crazy" He insists.
"Thank you.." you say quietly, looking down at your hands. "You play too?"
"Yeah, I have been for years" He explains
"Sick"
A silence falls between you two, like there's something you both are feeling but won't say out loud. The man looks at you with a soft gaze, like he's memorizing your smile.
"I'm Steven.. by the way" He holds out his hand.
"Y/n" you reply, awkwardly shaking his hand, not expecting the gesture.
"Sorry that was dorky" He gets that same sheepish expression.
"No no" you reassure.
"Do you jam often?" Steven asks, you could tell he was asking for a specific reason.
"Yeah, my friend is on vacation and we have nowhere else to meet up" You tell him.
"Oh..." He looks like he's hesitating to say something. "Look me and a couple buddies like to jam, I think it would be cool to have a lady, yknow, change up our routine. If you want to of course" Steven's face seems to fall, like he was expecting rejection.
"Sure, I'd love to" You respond immediately.
"Really? Like for real?" He sounds almost astonished you would agree to such things.
"For real. It sounds amazing" You smile at him.
Steven reciprocates your smile, flashing his goofy, lovable grin.
Maybe your heart fluttered a little.
"I should give you my number then" He follows up.
"Totally" You say, pulling out a pad of sticky notes from your bag.
Steven takes the sticky notes and scribbles a number on one.
"Here" He says proudly.
"Awesome. I'll see you around then?" You question hopefully, slinging your bag over your shoulder and tucking the note carefully in your palm.
"Abso-fuckin-lutely" He replies cheerfully.
"I gotta run. Goodbye Steven" Your car keys jingle in your pocket.
