18+ MDNI!!!!! I really mean it y'all minors gtfo there's no lore in this chapter it's just freaky, go read Chapter 5 (out now), Smosh if you see this no you don't you better skip to chapter 5 too
TW: Baby's first smut, softdom/service top Spence, but reader has an attitude and he loves it so lowkey switchy, y'all wanted spice so here it is it took me months to write, minor foodplay (chocolate, strawberries and kissing), protected piv (wrap it before you tap it babes), lots of teasing, oral (f! receiving), cumming untouched, fingering, lots of biting/hickeys and I mean LOTS, Spencer said he loves boobies so I took it and ran with it, CONSENT IS SEXY
Babydoll
Maybe i'll let you have me
I'ma fall hard and fast
Could you catch me?
Babydoll - Ella Boh
“There is absolutely zero reason why this should be as difficult as it is.” After the date, the two of you had gone home and decided to make chocolate covered strawberries, one of your favorite late night snacks. In your opinion, they were easy to make, but Spencer seemed to disagree. “Why is it sliding off like that?”
“You aren’t drying your strawberries enough, the chocolate we’re using is hydrophobic.”
He paused. “The chocolate hates gay people?”
“I really wish I could tell if you’re joking or not.”
“I’m like 90% joking.”
“Eh, good enough.” You bit the strawberry you were holding and the juice ran down your chin. Spencer stopped trying to coat his strawberry and stared at you, eyes sparkling.
“You have a little something on your face.”
“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?” You challenged teasingly.
He licked his thumb and rubbed the trail of juice with it, then popped it into his mouth. “Delicious.”
“I don’t know if that was hot or gross.”
“Mm, guess we’ll have to try again to find out then.” He held up the strawberry in his hand, messily covered in chocolate and held it out for you to take. Instead of using your hand, you leaned down and bit right above the stem. Once you were done you licked the chocolate off the tips of his fingers. “Oh-” He spluttered, surprised.
You stood up to your full height. “Definitely hot.” You dipped your finger in the bowl of chocolate, swiping it across his lips, which were still open in shock. “But I think this will be better.” You grabbed the back of his neck with your clean hand and pulled his face to yours. Kissing him hungrily, you ran your tongue across his lips before sticking it in his mouth so he could have a taste. He walked you backwards until you hit the kitchen counter, pinning you between his warm hands and the cool marble.
“Tell me if you want to stop.”
You threaded your hands through his hair and tugged gently. “If you stop now I’m going to commit a crime.”
He chuckled, starting to kiss your neck. “Noted.” You let out a gasp as he nipped the soft skin, knees buckling a little underneath you. He paused, looking at your glassy eyes. “Let’s move to the bed baby.” He took a second to allow you to come to your senses before releasing you from your position. You stumbled a little, and he caught you against his chest. “Whoa, are you okay?” He brushed your hair back behind your ear.
“Jelly legs. I’m okay.” He curled his arm around you protectively, leading you to the bedroom and gently helping you onto the bed. Laying beside you, he gently cupped your face.
“And you’re sure about this? I’m not dreaming?”
“Promise.”
You leaned toward him, recapturing his mouth in a deep kiss. He took initiative and slid on top of you, making your breath hitch. You could feel his half-hard cock pressing into you as he straddled your hips, but he seemed set on taking his time. He moved from your lips to your neck, lightly scraping his teeth across the sensitive spot from earlier. You whimpered, trying to get closer to him. “Oh, do you like that baby?” He whispered, moving to suck on your pulse point. You felt a surge of heat crawl up your abdomen as you whimpered again under his touch. “Words, pretty girl.”
“Please Spence.” You whined, tugging on the hem of his shirt.
He cooed at how desperate you looked already. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He teased, knowing exactly what you wanted.
“Clothes off.”
“Anything for you.” He stood for a moment and you shivered at the loss of his warmth. But it was soon replaced by a roaring fire in your veins as you watched him strip down to his boxers. He smirked when he caught you staring. “Like what you see?” Your voice caught in your throat, so all you could do was nod. “Your turn.” He leaned down to where you had sat up on the bed and pulled off your shirt, revealing your black bra. You wished you had known he would see you like this so you could’ve worn something a little nicer.
You shifted, balancing yourself so you could take your pants off without getting off the bed. He ran a hand down your side, marveling at how soft the skin was. But you had never been a patient person. Taking his hand, you pulled him back onto you and kissed him hungrily, finding your voice. “As much as I appreciate you taking your time with me, I need you Spence.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. Condoms?”
“Top drawer.” He dug through the drawer, finding the condoms and ripping one open. By the time he turned back to you, you had removed the rest of your clothes, watching his movements with a darkened expression. He took off his boxers and rolled on the condom in one fluid movement.
He crawled back on top of you, ravishing you in small kisses before settling comfortably. “I know you’re impatient baby, but I need to open you up first, let me know what feels good, okay?” He crashed into your lips, not giving you a chance to answer, and his hand snaked down to your core. It was clumsy at first, but he slid a finger in, sending a sting that turned into a pleasant stretch through your body. When you gave him the okay, he slid in a second, curling them upwards and finding the spot that made your hips buck involuntarily. He pulled back from your lips, watching your face to see what made you wince and what made your breath hitch. He dipped his head down and teased your nipple with his tongue, feeling you clench tighter around his fingers. Boldly, he took one into his mouth and sucked, scraping it with his teeth gently.
“Holy fuck Spencer.” You gasped, words pitching into a whine. “Get your dick inside me before I combust.”
“Can you ask nicely?”
You glared at him through the haze in your eyes. “No. I will blue ball you. Your balls will never be the same.”
“I only have one.” He paused and slid into you, making your back arch at the sudden fullness. “But I don’t think it makes much of a difference, does it baby?”
You shook your head wildly, prompting him to move. He groaned, his forehead falling against yours as he rutted into you. You kissed him with reckless abandon, all tongue and teeth. You moved down his neck, trying and failing not to leave red and purple marks in obvious places. He responded in kind, biting the soft skin of your chest. He grabbed your hip and hiked it higher around his waist, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars.
You slid your hand down, finding your clit and rubbing small circles to get the external friction your body craved. You moaned, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten as he bucked into you. “Spence, please.”
“Take what you need from me baby, I’m yours.”
An electric pulse roared through your body, causing your legs to lock around him. He was muttering curses under his breath, chasing his own high. “Fuck, Spence, I’m-” Your vision went white around the edges as you came. He groaned and let himself fall against your chest. You ran a hand through his curly hair. “Goddamn.”
He tilted his head to the side, meeting your eyes. “You said it.”
—---
Sometime between Spencer cleaning you up and him turning into your personal blanket, you had drifted comfortably to sleep. But now, something was tickling your neck, disrupting your rest. Sleepily, you tried to push it away, but all it did was come back more aggressively. You tried again and as you slowly came to, you realized the tickly mass was laughing at you and kissing the bare expanse of your neck and shoulder. You grumbled, trying to avoid it to go back to bed, but it moved onto your cheeks, nose and finally, your lips. Sinking into it, you murmured against his lips, “There’s a man in my bed.” He slipped his tongue into your mouth, his bare chest sliding against yours and making you shiver. The hand that wasn’t holding him up threaded through your hair and tugged, making you keen.
He finally responded, eyes dark. “A man in your bed? We’ll have to do something about that.”
“Mmm, maybe. Or maybe we could stay here forever.”
He started to kiss your bare chest, teeth catching on your sensitive nipples. He sucked an angry purple mark right next to the ones he had left last night and your hips bucked involuntarily. “Patience baby. Be good.” And oh, you hated when a man told you what to do, but the saccharine words dripping from his mouth told you that it would all be worth it. He continued down the bed, nipping and kissing the soft skin of your stomach and leaving a hickey right on your hip. He gently maneuvered your thighs over his shoulders, looking at your glistening pussy like he had seen God for the first time. Sliding his fingers over your wet slit and inside, he whispered, “All this for me, pretty girl?” He curled his fingers up and you moaned, fisting your hand in his hair and pulling him towards your cunt. He chuckled, “I’m going, I’m going.” He dipped his head down, one hand holding your thigh and the other still buried inside you, found your clit, and sucked.
Tears pricked the edges of your eyes at the sensation, legs starting to shake. All he did was go deeper, slipping his tongue inside to help his fingers and using his nose to keep nudging your clit. His hips ground against the mattress at the sight of you falling apart under his mouth and fingers. Up until a few months ago, it was something that had only haunted the edges of his deepest fantasies. Now, you were real and warm beneath him, using him to take exactly what you wanted, and god, did it feel like heaven. He hoped that he could memorize this exact feeling, the warmth, your sounds, and his heart feeling like it was about to burst. As you reached your climax, your legs tightened around his head, and he groaned, hips stuttering against the sheets. Only when you started to push him away did he lift his head up. He looked debauched, dark and glassy eyes, swollen lips, and utterly covered in you.
“It’s unfair that you look that good after eating pussy for so long. I’m more than happy to return the favor.”
He had the audacity to look bashful, even while licking your cum off his lips. “I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”
You sat up on your elbows, looking at him quizzically before noticing the wet spot on your fitted sheet. It was too far down to be from you, so he must’ve- “Oh, sweetheart. You’re just too cute, aren’t you?”
He tucked his face into his shoulder shyly, avoiding your gaze. “You’re just too hot. I couldn’t help it.” He mumbled. You heard, but you wanted him to say it louder, more confident.
You tilted his chin up so he could meet your eyes. “What was that?”
“I couldn’t help it.” He sounded more sure, less anxious. “You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you.”
A/N: Baby's first smut?????? It legit took me forever to write because it was just so awkward. I'm like so tempted to just delete this and give up on the spice bit but they're too horny to be contained I think. Idk if I'll write it again. Truly very on the fence. But also Chapter 5 is out so plz read that!
can i request a ficlet of dazai with a guitarist reader? idk i play blues solos sometimes on my red strat and it had me thinking of him
ꫀvening ᥇lues
⌯⌲ hello sweetness, of course you can. it’s been a while since i’ve played guitar myself, so hopefully i got this right. it’s also storming where i am so that helped with inspiration on this mini fic.
Raindrops lightly patter along the glass, desperately trying to get inside, the thunder a distant rolling miles away. The living room is warm, the heat on just enough to be comfortable, candles lit with a dim glow, and you lie down on the floor, guitar in hand, eyes closed as your fingers leisurely strum along to a tune you vaguely remember. It adds to the atmosphere, the notes seeming to float in the air, wrapping around your head and back through your ears.
Dazai lays stretched out on the couch above you, feet kicked up, open book laid flat on his chest, an arm behind his head as he listens to the sounds of the chords being plucked, unaware of the song but enjoys the music all the same. Days like these are admittedly his favorite: lazy, soft, gentle, quiet aside from your guitar. His personal musician, taking advantage of your willingness to pull out the instrument and appease his request, whether it’s a cover of his repeated favorite of the moment, or casually coming up with your own notes.
He’s not partial to a specific genre, but he does like the way blues rolls from your strings effortlessly, the passionate and oddly uplifting melancholy aids in his relaxation, and he simply can’t get enough.
He likes to watch your hands while you play too, eyeing the flex of your fingers as they move, your knuckles bending back and forth with each motion, the way you hold the pick in your fingertips. He likes the callouses that riddle your skin, admiring them when he holds your hand in his, tracing his thumb on each one. It reminds him of the ones scattered across his own palms and fingers, but he doesn’t revere them quite like yours — marks left behind from your passion and soul, whereas his are for far different reasons than one could fathom.
The music stops, briefly, while you try to come up with something else to play, and he sighs deeply. “Play me another.” He wistfully asks, captivated by your artistic capability.
“Any specific request?” You sit up, scooting over to rest your back against the couch, then reposition the guitar in your lap.
“That song I like right now. Did you ever learn the chords?” He had sent you them as soon as he heard it, a modern folksong that made him yearn for something he couldn’t exactly put his finger on, and he just knew it would sound even more beautiful from your skilled fingers striking each string with care.
“I did,” you take a few seconds to tune, testing a few different notes, before it sounded how you remembered from practice. You were initially planning to surprise him, but it’s pointless now since he asked.
The room is filled with the soft playing of your instrument, a smile forming on his face immediately, one he just couldn’t stop, already humming along to the words he learned by heart after multiple, nonstop listens.
The evening continued like this, you playing it on a loop, the rain continuing with its assisted ensemble, the thunder getting farther away and the sudden burst of lightning a spotlight in your dim sanctuary. It went on for hours, until the candles burned out on their own, and his humming stopped, causing you to glance up and see he had fallen asleep, the slow rise and fall of his chest making the book move with him, and you kept playing well into the night. You played until your own lids grew heavy, and your fingers stopped. Until the notes were etched into both your brains and not even the abrupt raging storm outside could wake you.
the song i thought of was paul revere by noah kahan since i started listening to him recently.
CW: Mentions / hints towards cannon character death, if you haven't finished the S62 / Tenjiku arch and don't want spoilers please don't read.
Also I'm so sorry it took so long to finish this is really really fucking long and imma wind up making a part two 😭 like I'm not at all done with this story ahhhhh so imma probably start working on this immediately after posting- cause I legit don't wanna end it here but it's so long
A day off, that rarely happened for poor Kakucho. He usually took work others couldn't finish and got stuck with many hours of overtime, being a Bonten executive took it's toll on him. Despite being in Bonten, he was a very kind and gentle man; just severely miss understood due to his scar and title. Usually, commoners never knew he was in Bonten; yet they strayed away from him. He was tall, intimidating. So it was a memorable day when he ran into a cute guy carrying a large case on his back, and by running into him, he actually ran into him.
Kakucho tensed, bumping into a guy just a little shorter than him. The man carried a case almost half his size, an instrument case. Kakucho being instrument inept couldn't tell what the hell it was, he almost didn't even recognize it was an instrument case to begin with. He stared up at the scared man and Kakucho half expected him to run away, which would be a pity. He was very pretty for a guy.
(Name) smiled at him, his cheeks rosey and he awkwardly laughed rubbing the back of his head. "I'm so sorry for bumping into you Sir." He apologized politely, bowing ever so slightly before passing the black haired man. Kakucho blinked for a moment, and turned back around. Losing the other in the crowed. He wasn't scared of me? This started to make his head hurt, not only was the guy cute but he didn't look at Kakucho like he just murdered a family of cats.
He sighed, knowing he'll be able to find the man eventually. Wether the means are ethical or not... Well that's another story.
He sighed and plopped down on a park bench, often finding it peaceful. During moments like this he was great ful for his scar, it kept people from talking to him. He glanced around, feeling his jaw drop slightly as he saw the pretty man from before, sitting under a tree picking at an electric guitar. He slowly stood up and hesitantly approached the man, hearing the string's sound change as he re-tuned it.
He glanced up at Kakucho, a surprised expression on his face. "Oh, it's you!" He exclaimed, smiling kindly at him. Kakucho felt his heart skip a beat, how could someone radiate such pure golden retriever energy?
"You play guitar?" Kakucho mumbled, silently sitting next to him with some hesitation; like if he moved too fast the cute boy would suddenly be afraid of him. He nodded, plucking at the thinnest string.
"I've been playing since I was eight," Kakucho's eyes widened a little. He always wanted to learn, tried to learn on Izana's old guitar but broke the thin string. He gave the other a slight smile.
"Would.... You be able to teach me? I could-"
"Sure!" Kakucho blinked, glancing over at the (h/c) haired boy with surprise. He didn't even think, didn't even let Kakucho say he would pay him.
"I... Thank you, I'll pay you for your time-" (Name) glared at him and shook his head. He hated the idea of selling off a hobby, learning something like an instrument shouldn't be such a luxurious thing. Anyone who wants to enjoy music should be able to, just as people who enjoy art get to enjoy art.
"All you gotta do is pay for the guitar, I've always liked teaching people. Plus I'd get to see your pretty face," he complimented, winking as he said it. The black haired crime lord sat there absolutely flabbergasted. Kakucho Hitto, Bonten's upper echelon pretty? No one ever said that to him, most people don't even want to look at him.
"You think I'm pretty?" He mumbled, the other nodded. "Even though I have a scar?" The other froze for a second, a slight pout on his face.
"Yeah? Who says scars can't be pretty?" He said, glancing up at Kakucho. The criminal felt his heart melt and some of his walls crumble. Who would have thought all it would take to have Hitto Kakucho fall for someone was just one genuine compliment.
"A-anyways. My name's Kakucho, Kakucho Hitto. You are?" He quickly brushed away the compliments, trying his best to ignore his hammering heart as he changes the conversation.
"(Name) (Last Name), you can just call me (Name) though." He finally strummed the guitar, it now perfectly in tune. Kakucho watched in awe, not knowing hardily the first thing about guitar it was pretty easy to impress him. (Name) smiled at him. "You wanna try playing now?"
"Yeah, if it's okay." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. (Name) handed him the guitar and moved to sit closer, their shoulders and thighs touching.
"Okay, put your right hand like this. Okay, then position your fingers like this." (Name) instructed, helping the other get adjusted, Hitto tried his best to ignore just how close he was to the cute guy. Once Kakucho was adjusted comfortable, (Name) slowly aided him step by step.
"Make sure, your fingers aren't on the fret, but don't put them too far away. Just next to it. Yes! Just like that!"
"Pick the A string going up so you can play the low G string easier. Ah no sorry, pluck with down wards stroke! Yep, like that!"
"Try playing an open note, then play a 3 A. Yep! Good job Kakucho-kun!"
All the praise and gentle guiding was making Kakucho feel dizzy, he hadn't met someone so sickeningly kind since meeting Hanagaki. Even then Hanagaki could be rude at times, but (Name)? He didn't have a mean bone in his body, even when Kakucho kept messing up his finger placement and strumming too hard he never got irritated.
They wound up sitting under that tree, playing guitar together for thirty minutes; and now Kakucho could easily play the first part of the song which seemed eerily familiar.
"Could you play the full song? It sounds familiar, but I don't think I'll be able to figure out what it is with my playing." He chuckled, he remembers the weird strained whine the string made when he had his finger placement slightly off. (Name) gave him a sweet close eye smile, gently taking the guitar from his hands.
"Of course! Tell me when you get it." He said, he started easily playing it, it sounded so familiar. The low and melodic strumming, though it was clearly missing something. Probably drums. Kakucho gasped, perking up a little.
"It's, an Arctic Monkeys song right?" He asked, (Name) nodded with a smile.
"Yep! You know the name?" Kakucho's brows furrowed, what was the name? He thought for a moment, listening as (Name) continued to pick out the tune perfectly.
"Do I Wanna Know? Is that it?" (Name) stopped playing, silencing the guitar. Kakucho tensed up, hoping he wasn't wrong.
"I'm surprised you got it. You like listening it them?" He nodded, then froze.
"Yeah! Well- I only listen to music when I drive... And I don't really like to drive too often." He mumbled, pressing his index finger into his temple. Mindlessly rubbing his scar. (Name) nodded in understanding.
"I have to go soon, I have to get to the studio later. I'll give you my number so we can play some more!" He exclaimed, gently placing his guitar into it's case. Kakucho nodded, hesitantly accepting the other's phone; after typing in his number he hands it back awkwardly. It felt weird to just... Give out his phone number like this, usually Kakucho was more cautious. (Name) smiles, glancing down at his phone before stuffing it into his pocket - after a moment he realizes that he might be late to practice.
"I'll message you In a bit, have a nice day." Kakucho smiled, waving to his new friend who stumbled away awkwardly.
"He's a nice one," Kakucho jumped, hitting the back of his head on the tree behind him. He cursed silently, rubbing his head with a scowl. He was met with none other than the purple jellyfish, master of sneaking up on people; Rindou Haitani.
"You keep your grabby hands away from him Haitani." Kakucho growled, making Rindou raised a brow. The Haitani's are known for their nosey behavior, and their tendency to take things that aren't theirs. They were usually the extra paper work he had to deal with, and he was not about to let the jellyfish take his lovely little guitarist.
"Hm? You going after, after him?" Rindou asked, the usual bored expression on his face, the only change in his expression was that he maybe raised a brow. Kakucho nodded without hesitating... Big mistake Kaku. "You have two weeks to make him yours before I swoop in and snag the pretty little thing." Rindou waved the black haired man off, lazily walking away without waiting for a response.
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
As soon as he made his way home, Kakucho checked for a notification from a random number. Pacing around the penthouse, anxiety swirling in his chest. Once he got a long the tension compressed then snapped when he read the message. Relief filling his heart as he let out a sigh and flopped back on his bed. The message was definitely the cute little guitarist.
Hey Kakucho-kun, it's me (Name)! I was wondering if you had a guitar and what model it was, if you don't know just send me a picture. I'm a little more busy today but I'll be able to to help you any time! :)
The smiley face was more enough to melt Kakucho's heart, his face burning red as he could practically see (Name) smiling as he typed out the message.
Yeah, I have one. I think it's an acoustic? But I'm not too sure.
Kakucho quickly fired back, jumping off his couch and running into his office to grab the guitar. Hesitating as he approached it, an image of Izana peacefully strumming it in his office. His heart tightened in his chest as he took a picture of it. It was a gorgeous guitar. Black body with white trim. It was simple yet the way the paint shined made it seem much more elegant. It was a little dusty from lack of use, just sitting on a guitar stand in the corner of Kakucho's office. The only time he ever touched it is when he couldn't take it, missed Izana so much all he could do was hug the guitar. He was never able to muster the tears, no matter how much he wanted to cry sometimes.
His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his own head as he turned away from the guitar. He glanced down at the notification and smiled a bit.
Yep it's an acoustic. Looks like it might be a Yenen. Oh and it looks like you need new strings, the others look pretty rusted, and the G is broken.
Kakucho paused, glancing back at the guitar. Were strings not supposed to be that colour? He took a closer look, some parts of the strings were shiny silver and gold, but others were a red brown.
You know how to fix it?
Of course! I probably wouldn't get far if i had to get an entire new guitar every time a string broke hehe.
Kakucho practically face palmed at his own stupidity. Why would they make an instrument that was useless when a string broke when it's perfectly possible to make them replaceable? He laughed a little, sitting back in his office chair as he watches (Name) type something out.
If you have time, meet me tomorrow at the park. 24:00 - 24:30 There's a store nearby, we can get you some pics and strings :)
Kakucho quickly typed out a response, stuffing his phone into his pocket before finnaly picking up on his paperwork. None of the paperwork was due immediately but he'd rather not be overloaded with work the next day, especially with the sneaky Jellyfish's threat.
Exhausted beyond belief, Kakucho managed to get all of his work done in record time, just barely making it to the park on time. 24:28. He panted, a hand on his chest as he approached (Name); who was standing under the same tree from the day before. (Name) smiled at his friend, freezing when he noticed the other's state. More prominent eye bags, messy hair, a lazily thrown on hoodie and jeans. It was an odd contrast to the pure black suit, and combed hair.
"You alright? You look like a trainwreck." (Name) joked, despite his humourous words a look of genuine concern was etched into his face. Kakucho gave him a strained smile, still trying to catch his breath. He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to look half decent. (Name) chuckled lightly and gently brushed down the fly aways making Kakucho freeze.
"I... Uh- anyways... You mentioned going to a store?" (Name) nodded, taking note of the black haired man's flustered expression.
"It's just a few streets down, are you good to walk? If not I can... Drive." He hesitated a bit, having caught on that Kakucho wasn't a fan of driving in the slightest. The taller paused for a moment, he wasn't as in shape as he used to be and could really use a walk and he could avoid a being in a car.
"Yeah I can walk. Need to get more exercise anyways." He joked, his breathing finally calming back down. (Name) smiled, gently taking the other's hand and leading him towards the store. God, the way Kakucho choked on his own breath at the gentle gesture was almost embarrassing. He hesitated a bit before tightening his grip as they walked... It felt nice, to be able to hold onto someone like this. It's humiliating that all it takes is some kindness to melt Kakucho, he practically fell for (Name) in only a few hours.
He would never admit it, but Kakucho had a weak heart. He was weak to anything innocent, weak with envy. He hated that he grew up so fast, hated that he had to see what he saw, hated that other kids are going through the same things as him. He hated it all. He was by far the softest Bonten member.
"Oh! There's a boba store near the shop, we can stop and get some on the way back if you want." (Name) exclaimed excitedly. The way he smiled up at his new found friend and student could make even Mikey melt.
"Yeah, yeah we can go." He mumbled, a small smile playing on his lips. (Name) looked at him with awe, like he was the most precious thing in the world; with a reddened face he turned away. Kakucho raised a brow at him but decided not to question it.
Once they entered the shop Kakucho's jaw dropped, many beautiful guitars where held up on the shops wall behind the counter, many different amps, picks, strings, sticks, stands, reeds, and pedals littered the shelves. (Name) laughed a little as he dragged Kakucho to where the strings were.
"Oh yeah... Which ones would I need?" He mumbled, observing the many packs of metal wires. (Name) hummed and looked through the different kinds.
"Hold on..." He mumbled, pulling out his phone and looking at the picture he was sent earlier. He observed the guitar then nodded to himself, "you'll want these." He grabbed two packs of strings and handed them to Kakucho.
"What else do we need?" (Name) shrugged, and smiled at him.
"Maybe some picks, I would have suggested a distortion petal but those only really work with electric and bass guitars, not exactly beginner friendly when working with an acoustic." Kakucho nodded, glancing around the store.
"What about an Amp?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, (Name)'s heart skipped a beat at the other's expression.
"Also only for electric and bass," he trailed off for a second, "I mean if you want to get an electric or bass I know how to play both and could teach you!" Kakucho smiled, he quite enjoyed playing electric the day before, and god knows he has plenty of money for a new guitar.
"Yeah, I think I'll get an electric." He said, glancing up at the guitars behind the counter. One specific guitar caught his eye, it was a sleek shiny guitar with a black base, gold, red, and white accents. Golden frets, white knobs, red and gold trim.
"We can get the Amp later if it's too much, plus it would be hard to haul around." Kakucho hummed, looking away from the guitar and back down at his teacher. He smiled and waved it off.
"No no it's fine, I'll call for someone to pick it up." He muttered casually, (Name) paused for a second then nodded.
"Alright, let's see what we can get!" He smiled, dragging Kakucho to the front counter. The man behind the counter smiled at the sight of (Name), glancing up at the scarred man behind him making him tense up.
"Ah, are you liking your new guitar (Name)?" He smiled and nodded.
"Yup, actually while I was playing it Kakucho-kun asked me if I could teach him, so we're getting him a new electric." He explained, the shop keeper nodded and glanced back up at Kakucho.
"Well, what do you want? We have some in the back too if you don't like the ones in the front, plus most of the ones in the front are more advanced." Kakucho, smiled politely as the older man trailed off; gulping down some fear as the gang member stepped closer.
"Can I take a look at the black, white, red, and gold one?" The shop keeper raised a brow as he hesitantly turned back to get it.
"You sure? It's not cheep, and it's not exactly beginner friendly." Kakucho nodded, his hair falling in his face a little.
"I'm sure," the keeper sighed and carefully lowers the guitar, handing it to (Name) first; obviously not trusting Kakucho. (Name) smiled and bowed slightly.
"Alright, I'll help him play it and we'll get back to you and tell you how he feels!" He exclaimed, practically skipping to one of the small studio booths for testing instruments and distortion petals. (Name) helped Kakucho get situated, plugging in the guitar and helping him hold it standing up. Kakucho stood a little awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to hold up the extra weight.
"Here, let me help." (Name) mumbled, gently taking Kakucho's hands and putting them in place as he adjusted the guitar's strap. He stepped away with a smile. "Better?"
"Yeah..."
"Here, try and tune it." Kakucho gave him a confused glance, glancing at the pegs then at the strings. His brows furrowed a bit.
"How?" (Name) laughed at his friends confused expression and grabbed a small tuner from the shelf in the back of the studio.
"Here, this will help..."
(Name) gently guided Kakucho, helping him tune the guitar. And silently listened as he played the first part of Do I Wanna Know, pointing out the slight mess ups and helping Kaku adjust his fingers. Once they bought the guitar and other supplies Kakucho called someone to pick it all up, other than the guitar which he carried in a case on his back.
"Alright, let's go get some Boba." Kakucho said with a bright smile, grabbing (Name)'s hand and dragging him out of the store. The two joked around, talking mindlessly as they drank their teas. Only to be interested by a certain pink haired man who happened to notice them.
"Ahh... So this is where you ran off to Kakucho! Not like you to go out like this." Sanzu said with his usual aggravated smile, Kakucho tensed up a little and glared up at him.
"Yeah... Just needed a break from work is all," he mumbled, (Name) glanced between the two. He tilted his head a little in question.
"You two know each other?" Kakucho let out a sigh and nodded.
"Yeah... We work together, sadly." Sanzu scoffed, (Name) let out a weak and quiet laugh as the tension suffocated the three. "Why the hell are you even here Sanzu?"
"The King wanted to try some, you know I don't go out for myself." Kakucho nodded, staring at Sanzu as he walked off to relay Mikey's order to the cashier. (Name) blinked a little, trying to shake away his confusion when he noticed how tense Kakucho was.
"Hey... You alright Kakucho?" He whispered, gently putting his hand on the other's. The black haired man snapped out of his daze and nodded silently.
"How about we get going... We can go back to my place and fix the acoustic." Kakucho mumbled, nervously glancing back. Was there something going on at work? (Name) nodded, standing up from his seat making Kakucho sigh with relief. Thank God he didn't question it. It was no secret that Kakucho and Sanzu hated each other, hell if it weren't for Mikey they would probably fight like rabid dogs. Sanzu glanced back at the two as he waited for Mikey's order, staring down the little guitarist with nothing but malice. A chill ran down (Name)'s spine, and he instinctually tightened his grip; making Kakucho glance back at Sanzu with a glare. He decided to walk a little faster, trying to keep his precious (Name) safe.
"God I can't stand him." Kakucho grumbled, (Name) nodded a little in understanding.
"Yeah I can see why... He's kind of unsettling." The red eyed male hummed, glancing down at his companion, giving his hand a gentle squeeze...
"Yeah... He's basically obsessed with our boss, it gets a bit annoying at times." (Name) sighed, glancing up at his friend.
"God, I feel bad for you and your co-workers. Working around someone like that can't be easy." He mumbled sympathetically, Kakucho gave him a tired smile and nodded.
"It's fine, he usually just avoids me for the most part... Probably because Mikey-Kun ordered him." He shrugged, (Name) raised a brow at him.
"'Mikey'?... Is you're employer American?" Kakucho laughed and shook his head, smiling down at (Name) a little. He probably shouldn't get him too involved with Bonten, otherwise he might lose his cute little teacher. A thought like that made Kakucho's heart break a little.
"Uh.. no it's a nickname, he prefers it over his real name." Kakucho mumbled in response, suddenly appearing more closed off to (Name).
"Hm... Alright I won't pressure too much." Kakucho sighed with relief and gave him a tired smile. I've gotta keep my little guitarist out of Bonten... As much as I can. The guitarist stayed quiet, happily sipping on his tea as Kakucho led him back to his car; a nice black BMW. (Name) almost choked on his drink when he saw the top class car, he figured that Kakucho had a well paying job considering how much be splurged in the shop... And the fact that he was wearing a designer hoodie and watch, so much for casual wear.
The Bonten executive politely opened the door for his companion, earning a flustered smile and a quiet thank you in turn. He takes a deep breath before seating himself behind the wheel. Cars still made him nervous to this day, yet somehow he was never nervous on a bike; probably because he was always with...
"Kakucho-Kun?" He snapped back to reality, tensing up when he felt (Name)'s hand on his shoulder. He glanced over, sucking in unsettled breaths through clenched teeth. (Name) gave him a soft, loving, concerned smile hesitantly taking the other's hand into his. Kakucho's hand was clammy and cold, honestly he almost felt like a corpse... Unsettling to say the least, considering his hand was so warm just a few moments ago. "Are... Are you alright to drive?"
"I'm fine." He mumbled, staring blankly at the dash. He responded all to fast for (Name) to let him off the hook, he really didn't want Kakucho to feel so anxious.
"Kaku-kun... If you're to anxious to drive I can drive- that is if you want." He whispered, soothingly rubbing the other's knuckles. Kakucho closed his eyes, sighing through his nose as he grips (Name)'s hand in his. (Name) sat anxiously, realizing he just used a nickname for someone he wasn't as close to as most people would be when they use nicknames.
"I'm okay now," he whispered smiling at (Name) softly, (Name) gazed at him with suspicion before nodding. Kakucho started the car and pulled out of the parking space, staying silent for a moment before speaking up again. "Also... I don't mind you calling me that."
"Really?"
"yeah... A few old friends used to call me that... Their gone now," he just barely said that last part under this breath, saying it so quiet (Name) almost didn't catch on. God did the sweet boy shatter his walls like they were glass, so much time spent hiding himself away... And it was all undone in a day and a half.
Kinda Into It [ Bakugou x gn Reader x Jirou] bandau
•Masterlist•
Description: Your a young guitarist that's barely getting by ends meet with your day job at a supermarket and at night a guitarists at your local bar but things take a turn when you met the famous band leader Kyouka Jirou who offers you a role as her bands new lead guitarist. But the same can't be said with her co leader/ bands drummer.
(p.s ,characters are aged up till their early/mid twenties)
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*Third pov*
Calming blue morning sky, clouds slowly scattered against each other it's a real sight to see especially when rays of light reflects itself against the large studio windows.
Gently falling onto the purple haired female with a stimming hot cup in hand who really wasn't pleased by the sudden brightness. Before slowly walking towards one of the small bean bags that surrounded the place before plopping down.
Taking small sips from her cup when she let out a breath of satisfaction, softly inhaling the sweet scent of herbs and ginger tea. Life was after all quite hectic for the band, for the past few years exspeally before their debut and now finally she felt at ease with everything that's currently playing out , tickets were sold, albums were charting on billboards and they had just recently finished their grand tour around Asia it was a total blast no doubt!
But... It's nice to be able to unwind sometimes and relax away for a stressful environment. Away from all noise and crowds of people circling around you it feels nice after so long to have some persona space too and a decent amount of privacy to breathe.
Jirou thought when she heard the front door behind her being slammed opened startling the girl from almost spitting out her tea , the door slammed shut with grunt. She turned to face the blond male who had his usual scowl on his sweaty face that flushed red like he just ran a marathon and his clothes were all soaking wet.
"And what the hell happened to you"?
Jirou asked directing her gaze towards bakugou's, him rolling his eyes in response before quickly stripping away his tracksuit that left him bare on top and his sneakers before flopping onto the couch next to Jirou.
Groaning as his back fell against the soft material. "Wanna tell me what happened "?jirou asked as she looked back to the blond next to her who then let out a breath looking back at her.
"And what does it look like that happened!?"
"Hmmm from the looks of it your pissed off and smell like a wet dog " jirou said pinching her nose
Making the blond's eyes to go wide before glaring daggers ,making her chuckle in return.
"Okay okay calm down big guy , that alone can't possibly hurt the all mighty Bakugou's feelings right?"
Making the blonde to grunted in return. Before standing up and heading towards the locker room to grab himself a towel. Then there was jirou casually scrolling through her phone suddenly buzzing it was their manager?
She thought as she press to answer the phone line picking up as the person on the other hand spoke.
"Kyouka! have you heard the news!!" Their manager said voice sounding really worried.
" No? What news what are you talking about "
"It's about tokoyami ! I don't how or why but on his tweeter today he suddenly tweeted that he was disbanding from the band !"
"Wait?What!! Jirou said loudly now standing up as she tried to properly sink in the new information of the current situation.
"But he's never told us anything and why now and why this way?" Jirou said , their manager only letting a frustrated sigh on the other hand not knowing what to say either.
"Sadly I don't know either kyouka I was never informed of such news by tokoyami nor by the rest of the team, I don't maybe this is some kind of drunk prank he playing right now but it better be cleared right away! because as you know the media isn't going to take to kindly to this nor is your reputation or fans so I suggest you get hold of him right away to clear this whole mess because he's certainly isn't answering mine!" They said before abruptly ending the call.
Jirou only stood in silence her phone still pressed against her right ear . Not knowing what she was going to do , to handle this news. For the years she had spent with tokoyami as one of her best friends in highschool being the two founders of this band she couldn't understand either why didn't he say anything to her or talk about it in general?!
What was actually going on? And in that second she immediately dialled for his number....
*Beep* the person your trying to reach is currently unavailable*beep*the robot said making her heart stop for a sec, as she felt a her whole world literally crumbling before her dreams, ambition and passion all going down hill she felt like something had stabbed in the heart waiting for her band mate her friend to answer her!
Lips held tight she dialled again still no answer, her flooding messages where unseen almost like he did it on purpose but why she thought,what was she gonna do? The band's image? Their questioning fans,their lead guitarist? who was gonna replace him and what was gonna happen especially know?
How is this blow gonna affect not only their image together as band that they worked so hard for years and basically their relationship with each other?
Jirou thought while crouched against the couch, phone still in hand showing casing her history of calls to Tokoyami as she stared blurry into the distance as a washed up Bakugou oblivious to the situation going on he suddenly saw her in that state which immediately made him concerned walking towards her , crouched down next her facing her blurred state as he lightly shook her out of it.
"Hey ear jacks you listening? Snap out of it! damnit!?"he said alittle aggressively breaking her out of her trans like state lips parted her expression was nothing but surprise soon turned to a dreadful one.
"Baku-gou?..." Jirou said her voice breaking alittle as she looked up towards him. "Yeah? What is it " he asked still confused.
"It's tokoyami he-he-... he suddenly announced his dispatcher from the band today and now won't communicate" jirou said her voice feeling numb her expression was nothing but hopeless.
After hearing what jirou said bakugou's expression for the first time in a long time turned into anger, their band since highschool,their band that all willingly created together as a whole with memories along the way, their band that had to go through all the shit n hassles to get to where they are right now was all going to waste hah! because of that bird brain decision to chicken out from the fame last minute is that it huh!? Properly so! *He thought 'tch' *
Getting up he looked down a jirou before speaking. *Argh* he thought
"Hey!stop crying about it already and get working! call the team for a meeting and tell em that we are finding a new guitarist!" *Bakugou said as he looked back jirou who looked at him in surprised*
"But tokoyami h-"
"Well he ditched us without a proper warning so I'd say we ditch him too find a new one instead, if he really had something to say to us about it he'll can come say it !" *Bakugou said grinning not in a happy way but in the i am gonna show you kind of way*
*With this it was all set they'd need to find a replacement asap especially a good one though!*
*If that was only easier said then done* jirou thought sighing as she rubbed her face with her palms looking at Bakugou's passive aggressively explaining to everyone about his new fond idea of his, well I guess we can give a shot? An a audition maybe?*
She thought still unsure but soon smiled as she saw everyone in the room slowly starting to hype up with his idea , with that she couldn't help but smile alittle at everyone's behavior to start fresh.
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["y'all sorry for this extermly late update it's been a year since I posted this series but sadly last year due to it being a year for my spm (msia senior final exam) I was focusing on my studies n now it's all over am free yeeee😭😩 also thank you for reading until the end of this chapter I can't believe so many people actual like my stuff like this my first time a fic actual even got 2 digit number I couldn't be more happier that people love reading my series tq✨ n see yah]
Life has been good for Eddie lately: he’s got a new job, as a reporter (again); he’s been getting back with Anne; and he’s adapting to Venom or… Venom adapting to Earth? Anyway. Life is good now… Even if he has to eat too much chocolates and tater tots.
Eddie was making his way to see Anne at a café nearby the Washington Square Park. With a smile on his face, he went through the park to be with Anne as soon as possible, he didn’t want to be late and… He’s late. 11:35. He was supposed to be there five minutes ago.
-―Fuck-he muttered while consulting his watch. He walked a little faster.
-―Why in such a hurry, Edster?
-―You already know, Venom-he whispered, looking around to see if anyone is noticing him. Luckily, no one. He continued:-. This is my first date with Anne since she-―
-―Since she left you, I know-―the symbiote interrupted-―, I mean: you’re trying too much.
-―I’m not trying too much! -―Eddie said out loud. A few people who were sitting on benches stared at him and he just smiled awkwardly and continued walking.
-―Really? And are those for me? -―Eddie looked at the bouquet in his hand, he rolled his eyes and replied that he had to give Anne something if he didn’t want to look like an inconsiderate. A couple that walked by stared at him. Eddie didn’t even notice them.-―You remember that she’s still with that doctor, don’t you?
The reporter just stopped short feeling a sting in his chest. Yes it was true. Anne was still in love with Daniel but there was something that made her doubt, and that was Eddie, she couldn’t forget him even if he used her, and maybe now she’s using him, but Eddie still loved her. And it hurts.
-―You know what? What if-―his tone was rude but sorrowful until Venom interrupted:
-―Eddie.
-―What?!
-―Listen, Eddie.
-―I don’t hear a f-―Brock turned around only to find a gorgeous woman sitting on the grass, with a classical guitar on her lap, her fingers playing gracefully with the strings. Her eyes were glued to the instrument.
Hold me close and hold me fast,
The magic spell you cast,
This is La Vie En Rose.
Her voice. Lord. It took his breath away. He felt a heavy knot in his stomach and throat, his head felt light, as if he was floating but his feet felt like they had fetters.
When you kiss me heaven sighs.
And though I close my eyes,
I see La Vie En Rose.
But it felt so strange and good at the same time.
The guitarist lifted her glance to Eddie in the last verse. She realized his presence and smiled warmly at him. God, his hands started to sweat. What was he? A teenager? He couldn’t look away. His eyes dilated.
When you press me to your heart,
I'm in a world apart,
A world where roses bloom
A pink tint painted her cheeks, highlighting her eyes, smile, nose, cheeks. She lowered her head to the fretboard, and the smile on her face blurred away while she made so.
And when you speak...angels sing from above.
Everyday words seem...to turn into love songs.
She was bold enough to look at him again and smile while singing. Oh, lord. Edie couldn’t breathe. Everyone disappeared. It was only Eddie Brock and the guitarist. Only him… And her.
TW: Reader has spicy family issues, abandonment issues, self sabotaging issues (etc.), sex and suggestive talk (but nothing crazy), innuendos, Smosh besties being besties, reader has never been in a healthy relationship ever and has lots of walls up, perhaps also a minor drinking problem, Spencer is down bad
I take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You're too sweet for me
Too Sweet - Hozier
You ended up curled facing Spencer, chests pressed together as you exchanged kisses and ran your hand up and down his chest.
He pulled away with a groan when your fingers made their way up his side. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“They call it “la petite mort” for a reason you know.” He stared at you blankly. “A little death. An orgasm.”
“I didn’t know you spoke French.”
“I think there’s a lot you don’t know about me sweetheart.”
“One day, I’m going to know everything there is to know about you, and you won’t be able to stop me.”
“Good luck Sherlock. I have a reputation to uphold.”
He propped his head up on his elbow. “So why do you know French?”
“When my grandma retired, all she wanted to do was move to France, it was a bucket list thing. She had custody of me for a while until my mom decided she wanted me back for some reason. I nearly went to school there, but it was a bigger ‘fuck you’ to her to pursue music anyway.”
“Oof, yikes.”
“Yeah. I won’t get into that.”
He cocked his head. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“It’s not relevant.”
He raised an eyebrow, but let it go. Rolling onto his back he sighed. “I don’t want to go home, but I have a cat to feed.”
“I’m sure she’ll be very happy you’re back.”
He scoffed, “More like very happy I’m feeding her and then she’ll go back to ignoring me.”
“Sounds bossy, I like her already.”
“Of course you would.”
You stuck your tongue out at him. “See yourself out if you’re gonna be rude.”
He peeled himself out of bed in faux anger, throwing on his jeans and t-shirt. You chucked his hat at him from the nightstand and he threw the bathrobe hanging on the back of your closet door back. It hit you square in the face.
You stood up and rolled your eyes, but kept smiling. You put it on and tied a lopsided bow around your waist. “You have good aim.”
He shrugged. “Easy target.”
“More like you can’t stop staring at my beautiful face so it was the first thing you aimed for.”
“Guilty.”
You pulled him into a hug. “Thank you for today and yesterday.”
“Of course, it was my pleasure. And yours too, I suppose.”
“You’re an ass.” You said into his shoulder, muffled by the soft fabric.
He tilted your head back gently, making you look at him. “And you’re stunning.” He softly kissed you, making your eyes flutter shut. He pulled back. “Thank you for having me.”
“Always. As long as you come back.”
“I don’t think I could resist.”
“Good.” You followed him to your front door, leaning against the frame. “See you some other day lover boy.”
“Not if I see you first.”
When Spencer left, you deflated, opening a bottle of cheap red wine and slumping on the couch. You knew exactly what you’d see when you opened your phone. Texts from your mom asking you to send money, texts from your sister calling you an ungrateful bitch, people tagging you in comments, calling you a slut. People told you to ignore it, but they didn’t get it. It consumed your life, killed everything you cared about without discriminating between the sinners and the saints, and now Spencer was in the crossfire. Not relevant my ass. You took a swig from the bottle and glared at the drip that traveled down the neck. You checked your phone, then threw it across the couch. On top of the usual texts was one from him, telling you he got home safe and had a great time.
It was too easy. Too easy to let him in. You had been craving someone for so long and he just fit. You wanted him to be yours for the long haul. Boyfriend. The word had a new meaning now, it was his.
y/n: self sabotaging is back
Syb: oh goodie
Bel: bitch if this is about your new bf I don’t want to hear it, go suck on his tongue or smth
y/n: ouch
Edie: you deserve goodness
Your friends didn’t get it either. The urge to hurt, to scratch the wound that always seemed to just be under the surface. That’s why you had a bottle of wine in your hand at noon on a Sunday when you should be trying to clean up your act. You took another long sip and closed your eyes. You didn’t know what had gotten into you yesterday, letting him in. He was so sweet, and you had opened your heart up, knowing all you could be was as bitter as straight battery acid. A slow acting poison on a good day. It was selfish to want to keep him, but he was intoxicating, addicting. And you knew exactly what it would do to you, but maybe he could make you better. As long as you didn’t destroy him first.
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Spencer had forgotten about going to lunch with his friends. He had forgotten anything but her. Shayne was waiting outside for him when he pulled into his parking spot, leaning against his car. He took in the sight of Spencer’s disheveled hair, marks on his neck and t-shirt that was definitely on backwards and smirked, amusedly.
“You seem too happy for this to be a walk of shame.”
“Oh fuck, sorry dude, I totally forgot about lunch.”
Shayne gestured to his apartment building. “Take all the time you need, maybe wear a turtleneck though. I’ll let everyone know we’ll be late, but you’re explaining why, not me.”
Spencer took off his hat and ruffled his hair, trying to put it back in some semblance of an order. “Fair enough.”
Miraculously, it only took him 20 minutes to feed the cat, get ready and get out the door. He had pulled a flannel over his shirt, trying to hide the bruises left by your teeth in order to appear somewhat presentable. His jean jacket had a higher collar, but he couldn’t find it for the life of him. He slid into the backseat of Shayne’s car and Court passed him a small tube of concealer.
“Next time tell her to be more careful, for hair and makeup’s sake.”
“I have no clue how to apply this.”
She huffed, leaning over the console into the backseat. She snatched it from his hand and started dabbing it onto his neck. “Is she a vampire? I think some of these broke the skin a little.”
He scratched the nape of his neck. “It was quite the night. She probably looks about the same.”
Shayne held out his fist for a fist bump. “Yessss dude, get your celebrity crush.”
“She’s not just my celebrity crush now.” He felt a feeling of pride bloom in his chest. “She’s my girlfriend.”
“Wasn’t yesterday ‘not even a date’?” Shayne used air quotes, teasing Spencer about what he had told their nosy friends on Friday.
All he did was shrug with a beaming smile on his face. His heart was swirling, beating a hundred miles a minute. He replayed the night in his head, but paused when he realized that his jean jacket was absolutely on your kitchen floor, thrown off by your desperate hands.
Lover Boy: i think i left my jacket at yours
y/n 💕: mine now loser
He couldn’t argue with that, he was sure he’d be back at your place soon enough anyway. He had another tucked away, somewhere. But the idea of you, wrapped up in his favorite piece of clothing, made him weak in the knees. Maybe next time he’d leave a hoodie, just so you could have a bit of him all the time. His heart thudded wildly. Hers. He was hers now, undeniably, irrevocably. He had the teeth marks to prove it. His girlfriend. It made his smile grow even wider.
The car stopped with a jolt and Angela came running from the large table the cast was gathered around. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you guys are okay! We were so worried.”
The three of you got out of the car. “Sorry, Spence was busy getting his dick wet.”
Courtney smacked him. “At least let him announce it.”
Spencer was standing off to the side, turning red. Court had missed a small spot and Angela’s eyes were immediately drawn to it.
She started backing up, then turned and ran back to the table, yelling. “Oh MY GOD! YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE IT GUYS!!! YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS!!!”
He sighed. “Thanks for that, Shayne.”
“You needed some street cred bud.”
“Shut up.”
The three of them walked to the table and sat down. Spencer put his head face down on the table, allowing Damien prime access to see the uncovered spot. He whistled. “Damn, that looks gnarly, let me know if you need bruise ointment for that one.”
“You should’ve seen his neck before I put concealer on it.”
Damien gently rubbed some off the pale liquid. He smirked. “Someone had fun last night.”
Amanda chimed in. “Guys, as much as I love teasing Spence, I’d love to hear about his date and how he probably tripped all over his own feet.”
They gave him the emotional space for him to be able to lift his head. “It was perfect. She’s perfect.”
Amanda gave him a nudge. “What did you guys do?”
“Well, we were just going to hang out at her place, but then she got a call from one of her bandmates so she took me to the studio and I actually got to meet them and see them record for their upcoming album. And then, we got dinner and made chocolate covered strawberries, which I still quite don’t understand how it works, and then-” He trailed off, getting to the part he wanted to keep private.
“And then?” He wasn’t sure who said it, but he kicked Angela from under the table anyway. She didn’t even notice, too enraptured by his story.
“And then I slept over.”
“And somewhere in there, he asked her to be his girlfriend.”
Everyone’s mouths dropped wide open, but all Spencer did was shake his head. “She’s the one who asked me actually. I would’ve been the stupidest person on Earth to say no.”
“Dude! You have a girlfriend!” Angela smacked his arm lightly. “And she’s cooler than you! She’s literally a rockstar.”
Spencer’s phone rang, it was her. Angela gestured for him to put it on speakerphone and he rolled his eyes and did it. If it was really important, she would’ve texted before she called. He picked up.
Her melodic voice floated through the speakers. “Hey lover boy.”
“Hey yourself. You’re on speaker by the way.”
“Hey guys. Now hypothetically, when are you hoping to have this jacket back?”
He chuckled. “Next weekend? Preferably?”
“Hmm, okay.”
“Do I get to know what you’re going to do with it?”
“Throw it off a cliff into the sea like in a period piece.”
“Really?”
“No. And you don’t get to know anything except for that this jacket and I will be very busy this week.”
“Don’t have too much fun without me.”
“No promises. Bye everyone, bye lover boy.” She drew out the pet name before hanging up.
Angela gasped. “Holy crap, she’s mysterious in real life too. I thought it was a front.”
“I don’t even know her favorite color, though I have a feeling it’s red.” He poked at the sandwich and chips he had ordered. “Is that weird?”
Shayne shook his head. “You guys technically barely know each other, you just had your first date and it’s your second time meeting in person. I think you’re fine dude.”
Spencer took a bite and swallowed, not realizing how hungry he was until he started to eat. “You’re right, I just really like her.”
“If you didn’t that would be concerning.” The whole table burst into laughter.
Spencer grinned. “It really would be, wouldn’t it.”
A/N: This has been sitting in the drafts forever while I wrote Chapter 4.5. I won't be putting the taglist on the interlude smut chapter(s) if I decide to write more of them just in case but they'll have no impact on the main storyline besides being fanservice lol. Also if you thought Spencer and reader were gonna have a nice, easy relationship I do hate to break it to you butttttt no. never :)
TW: Spicy makeout sesh but nothing too crazy (for now), a little bit of blood, shameless flirting, innuendos
And even though we've been talking three months
I wanna taste summer on the tip of your tongue
Baby, baby, iced tea
Feel the warm breeze
Addicted to the rush ever since you met me
Heaven - Maude Latour
Slowly but surely, you were trying to break down the dream girl facade. Flirting and teasing over the phone seemed to do nothing but fluster him. So on one of your very rare days off, you invited him over to your apartment. You lived alone. The four of you had tried to be roommates, once upon a time, but you hated when people broke your routine and invaded your space. Despite that, you were irrationally excited to let him pop your introverted bubble. And you still hadn’t even had a chance to ask him on an actual date yet, but hopefully by the end of tonight, that would have changed.
He was practically buzzing when you opened the door. “Hi! Sorry, I’m a little early.”
You let yourself breathe in his presence. “No worries, do you wanna come in or are you just gonna stand out there and try to peek inside?”
He grabbed your hand, trying to steady himself, and you made a small noise of surprise in the back of your throat. He tried to let go immediately, but you refused to let go. “No take-backs lover boy, you’re stuck with me.” He blushed at the pet name and let you pull him inside. “Do you want the tour or do you just want to poke around?”
“Would it be wrong of me to say the latter?”
You grinned. “Absolutely not. I’ll lay in my bed then and let you wander.” Your room was by far the space that you liked the most. Everything else just felt temporary, even if you had lived there for two years, but your room was safe. And secretly, you were hoping that if you got into bed, you could get Spencer close enough for you to be able to hug him without him looking at you like you were an antique statue he wasn’t allowed to touch.
Leading him to your room, you let go of his hand and sat in your bed with a book, watching him out of the corner of your eye and providing commentary. He looked scared to touch anything. “It’s not a museum, Spence, you can pick things up.”
“What if I break something?”
“Then we fix it, easy.”
“An original Gamecube would not be that easy to fix.” He looked around worriedly. “And I think I would rather die than break your electric guitar, that’s your entire livelihood.”
You slid off the bed, pulling him towards you so he was looking you in the eye. “Everything will be just fine. There are things infinitely more precious than that. Even if my guitar is my baby.”
He gulped nervously. “I think I know what you mean.”
You cocked an eyebrow. “Do you?”
The tension was so thick that you could cut it like butter. He stepped closer, moving so he was nose to nose with you. “I do.” He licked his lips subtly, but it drew you in like a moth to a flame. “Please let me be reading this right.”
“Kiss me Spence.”
And he did. His hands wrapped around your waist, possessively digging his thumbs into your hips. You responded with a fervor, tangling yours in his hair and letting your nails scratch along his scalp. He whined as you did it, and you made it your mission to coax more sounds out of him. It was messy, and perfect, and everything you had ever wanted. His teeth scraped your lip and the taste of iron filled your mouths. He pulled back, watching as you carelessly wiped it off with your thumb.
“If we don’t stop now, I’m going to get carried away before we even go on a real date.”
You smirked, a challenge in your eyes. “I’m not opposed.” Sitting back on the bed, you watched as he turned bright red, warring with the darkened look in his eyes.
“You- you can’t say that.”
“Oh? Why not?” It was a leading question, but you doubted he would’ve spoken it aloud if you hadn’t asked.
“Because I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. But I don’t do one-offs, especially when there’s a literal goddess sitting right in front of me.” That hit a nerve that made you want to cry. You knew how it looked, your nickname “Maneater” wasn’t exactly subtle. But your heart yearned for something different, something real. You wanted this to be real.
You took his hand from where it had gone limp by your side and placed it where your heart was beating frantically in your chest. Curling your hand around his, you whispered, “This was never a one-off to me. I know I have quite the reputation, but that’s not who I am anymore. His eyes widened, watching a gilded layer of your armor peel away. “I’m so scared, but I want this too, if you’ll have me.”
He sank to his knees in front of you, hands sliding down to rest on your knees. Your breath got caught in your throat at the look in his eye. “I want to know you for who you are. Not who social media or other people think you are. Just you.”
Your voice cracked. “Spen-”
He shook his head. “I’ve been scared too, god, I said on that damn video that you’re my dream girl. But I’ve been scared to know the real you, because what if,” His voice broke. “If the persona you put on hates me, that’s fine, but I don’t know what I would do if the real you decided you didn’t want anything to do with me. I know we aren’t even dating, I know we’ve only been talking for a couple of weeks, but you’re so important to me.”
His hands were shaking, and you placed your own on his to steady them. “You’re incredibly important to me too, Spencer. I know that we’re doing things all out of order, but would you be my boyfriend?”
His head snapped up. “I would love that more than anything in the world.”
The tension fell away and you laughed brightly, throwing your head back. “Thank god, if you had said no I would’ve had to kill you.”
“I think I would kill anyone else who got to see you this way before you got the chance.” He nuzzled into your knees and you ran your hand through his hair, eliciting a shiver and a pleasant hum from him.
Your phone rang, cutting through the peaceful air. You groaned. “I am going to kill whoever this is first.” Picking it up, you saw it was Sybil. “Bitch, this better be good.”
“Dev needs you to come in, you and Edie need to do the lead vocals for Poor Boy, cuz y’know, it’s your baby.” Poor Boy was the first song you had ever written and you had been reworking it for ages to get it ready for an actual release. And unfortunately, Sybil knew just how to get you to drop everything to get you to go to the studio and work on it.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.”
“Everyone else has recorded their stuff except for the lead vocals and your riffs, Y/N. Shit needs to get done.”
“It’s 6 pm on a Saturday!” You glanced over to Spencer, who was starting to look downtrodden at the thought of you leaving. “I’m bringing someone with me. No complaints.” He perked up and you winked at him. “He’ll be good, promise.”
You heard Sybil yell to everyone else. “She’s in! And we get to meet Nerd Boy!” Cheers erupted in the background, so loud you had to pull your phone away from your ear. It was a miracle you still had your hearing.
“Be there in 20 Syb, you guys owe me.”
“It evens out, byeeee!”
You looked down at Spencer by your feet, his eyes wide and hands digging into your knees. You leaned down, close to his mouth. “Wanna go on an adventure lover boy?”
He gulped nervously. “I really was not prepared to meet anyone else today. Especially not one of my favorite bands.”
You softened at the edges, kissing the corner of his lip. “You’ll be alright, you practically confessed your love for me on camera before we even met. They’ll think you’re sweet.”
His shoulders relaxed. “Kiss me again and it’s a deal.”
Giggling, you pecked him on the lips, leaving it purposefully short. “You drive a hard bargain. Not that that’s the only thing that’s hard here.”
He sighed. “I’m never going to win with you, am I?”
“Never, but you’ll get free dinner and a show out of it.”
He rose to his feet, pulling you up with him. “Dinner sounds amazing. But maybe the show should wait for after.”
“Oh? Got big plans?”
“You’ll have to wait and see darling.”
You pulled him close, whispering in his ear. “I’ll eat you alive, love.”
He shivered, but matched your tone. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. I’ll be looking forward to it.”
You grabbed your car keys and walked towards the door, swaying your hips a little for added effect. Opening it, you turned over your shoulder. “You coming?”
He grinned. "Duh."
A/N: Shout out to past me for pre-writing chapters and avoiding my responsibilities. Also shout out to the ultra super speed fast burn, this'll be fun 😉
TW: so much fluff my teeth nearly fell out, excessive use of the word girlfriend, death threats as flirting
You bewitch me
Every damn second you're with me
I try to think straight
But I'm falling so badly, I'm coming apart
You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart
Bewitched - Laufey
You strode into the studio hand in hand with your brand new boyfriend, trying and failing to hide your giddy smile from all of the compliments he had showered you with in the car. But of course, nothing could hide that from your best friends.
Eden spotted you first, pointing right at you and yelling, “Holy fuck she’s smiling!”
You frowned. “I smile plenty!”
“Oh no no, not like that you don’t. That’s a boyfriend smile, oh my god is he your boyfriend?” She squealed.
Bella peeked around the corner. “Damn, I never thought I’d see the day she went soft.”
Sybil ran up and pulled Spencer into a hug. “Hi! It’s so good to meet you!” She stepped back. “We’ve heard plenty of good things. And I mean plenty.”
“Uh, hi! Thanks?” She winked at him before turning back to her drums. You had never been this mortified in your life, turning as red as a tomato. Your hands were shaking so hard you nearly dropped your car keys on the ground.
Spencer squeezed your hand. “Hey, it’s okay.”
You shook your head. “Sorry, just, not used to this.”
“You’re good dude, go kill it.” He lightly pushed you to the stage. “I’m here if you need me.”
You huffed. “No funny business mister, and no plotting my untimely demise.”
He put up three fingers. “Scouts honor.”
“You seem a little old for scouts.”
He shrugged, “Once a scout, always a scout.” You rolled your eyes, taking your place by the mic and Eden.
“Then please shut the fuck up.” You strummed a heavy chord, silencing the room. “Ready girls? Let’s do this thing.”
When you finished, Spencer’s mouth was agape and you felt lighter than air. You spoke in a low voice over the microphone. “You’re gonna catch flies like that sweetheart.”
Eden nudged you when he didn’t move an inch, “You may need to go snap him out of it babe.”
That you could do. Everyone else cleared the room for a minute and you kneeled in front of him, mirroring his position from earlier that evening. You tapped your stiletto nails against his knees, slowly making your way up towards his hips. “We’re all done now Spence.” His eyes snapped to yours at the sound of his name.
“You. Are. Amazing. I feel like a kid on Christmas. I’m your number one fan.” The words spilled out of him before he could stop it.
You threw back your head, laughing loudly. He looked worried until you squeezed his hips gently. “I would hope so lover boy, I am your girlfriend after all.”
“I KNEW IT!” A scream came from behind the door where everyone was trying and failing to subtly spy on you. “I KNEW HE WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND!!”
You glanced over your shoulder. “I never said he wasn’t.”
Sybil whispered to the rest of them. “It’s true, she never denied it. Which means she’s down bad.”
You shrugged and looked back at Spencer. “Plausible deniability.”
He smiled, a light blush tinting his cheeks. “I don’t think that’s what that means.”
“It is now.”
“Who says?”
“Me, your girlfriend. Dinner?”
He sighed and shook his head. “Of course girlfriend, whatever you say girlfriend. I am so in awe of you oh beautiful girlfriend.” Now it was your turn to blush again. You hid your face and got up, pretending to pack your things. But he knew. He knew from the way you had floundered and bit your lip before turning away. And he would be damned if he wouldn’t make you look at him the next time you melted like that.
—----
As the two of you walked to your car, he nudged you with his elbow. “For someone who tries so hard to play it cool, you sure are easy to read.”
You scowled at him. “Kick rocks lover boy.”
“You’re so hot when you’re annoyed.”
Pink crept over your cheeks. “I will fucking leave you on the side of the road,” you hissed, “and you will not get dinner from me.”
You moved to the driver's side of the car, and he followed you instead of going to his side. You looked at him confusedly, and he used your moment of confusion to pin you up against your car door.
“What happened to the girl who wasn’t opposed to getting carried away?” His voice was soft and teasing, but honesty seeped through the cracks. He was genuinely asking.
You spluttered, avoiding his eyes. “I’m not used to this, Spencer. I haven’t had a serious boyfriend in six years. And he was a piece of shit.”
He grabbed your chin gently. “Hey, I can tone it down if you want. We just started dating, there’s no rush. We start with dinner, and go from there.”
“I think dinner sounds great.” Your voice broke on the last word.
“Are you sure? If you reject me now I’ll recover. Even if it means never listening to my favorite band ever again.” He joked dejectedly.
Your confidence returned with a fervor. “I want this.” You looked him straight in the eye. “We’re going to dinner. No interruptions, just us. And I’m paying.”
“I won’t say no to a sugar mommy moment.” You smacked his shoulder.
“I absolutely will leave you on the side of the road. Also I’m younger than you, you weirdo.”
He shrugged. “Worth a shot.”
Huffing frustratingly, you opened the door. “I’m also your girlfriend dipshit. Now get in before I run you over.”
He clambered over to the other side, pretending to swoon. “How romantic, death threats already.”
You put your car into reverse, purposefully jolting backwards to startle him. “Be careful what you wish for.” Turning your head, you batted your lashes at him. “Men are scared of me for a reason sweetie."
You watched him gulp exaggeratedly. “Oh I’m terrified.” Pulling a coin out of his pocket, he said, “Heads or tails?”
“Tails.” He flipped it and caught it in his palm.
“Tails, you pick dinner.”
“Indian?”
“You could’ve just asked if you needed some spice baby.”
You groaned. “I’m officially ignoring you. Go away.”
His grin only widened. “This is awesome.”
“Can’t you just go back to being flustered and stunned by me?”
“Oh I still am, don’t worry. I’ll tell you about how cool you are over naan. And then you can decide if you still want to put up with me after.”
You screeched to a halt at a stop sign. “Spencer, I don’t know how many times I have to say this, but we are dating. I am your girlfriend.”
He winked at you. “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“Simp.”
He flipped you off and stuck his tongue out, laughing the whole time. As you kept driving, you realized that for the first time in a long time, the worst part of this date was going to be the end.
A/N: So thankful I pre-wrote parts to this because oh boy it is slow going rn. But I'm happy to be back after my 2-3 week hiatus! Down with Excel! I am so tired!
