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If I Love You Too Much, I’m Sorry
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Summary: I got the idea from Russell Dickerson's song “Sorry”. Chris expresses his feelings for you via karaoke.
Warnings: RPF. Use of pet names. Cursing. Smut, Oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)
You'd met your boyfriend purely by chance. Your friends had dragged you out to a karaoke bar one night and he happened to be there with some of his own friends.
You were slightly embarrassed to say that you didn't even notice him until he got up on stage to sing a song. The moment you heard him speak, you recognized his Boston accent.
"Tell me that's not Chris Evans," you whispered to your best friend, Andi.
She turned towards the stage, eyes widening. "That is one hundred percent Chris Evans."
"What the hell is he doing in a karaoke bar in the middle of the week?" you hissed.
She laughed and shrugged. "Girl, everyone loves a good karaoke night. Even famous people."
One of your other friends rushed over to your table with a couple drinks. "Dude, did you see Chris freaking Evans? He's on stage!"
"Yeah, Nic, we saw him," you said. "Hard to miss the hot guy singing freaking Led Zeppelin."
"Who picks a Led Zeppelin song for karaoke?" Cole asked in annoyance.
You chuckled. "Apparently Chris Evans does."
Cole rolled his eyes. "Straight guys are so weird." He took a long drink. "At least he's pretty."
You bit your lip as you turned to look over at him. "Pretty is not the word I'd use," you mumbled.
Andi smacked your arm and you laughed.
"Okay, so you're getting up there next, right?" Nic teased you.
"Absolutely not."
"Why not?! You always sing karaoke."
"Not when Chris Evans might see me. No way in hell."
"Oh come on," Andi said with a grin. "Maybe he'll fall in love with you after he hears you sing."
You threw a napkin at her and she giggled.
"One of you can get up there and sing instead. I'm gonna get another drink."
You crossed the room to the bar, not really noticing that the song had changed. You ordered your drink and patiently waited for the bartender to make it. He handed you the drink with a smile and you grabbed it with a thanks. You turned around, not really paying much attention, and ran directly into a firm, broad chest, spilling your drink all over yourself and him.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," you said quickly, before looking up at the man you'd run into.
"It's alright, I kinda ran into you."
That thick Boston accent would have told you exactly who he was even if you hadn't been staring into his blue eyes.
You gulped, mouth suddenly dry.
He smiled at you warmly, taking you in slowly, eyes trailing over you before making their way back to your face. "How 'bout I buy you another one?"
"You--you wanna buy me a drink?" you squeaked.
He laughed. "Yeah, if you'll let me."
You nodded rapidly. "Sure."
He placed his hand on your hip to gently slide you over so he could get to the bar. Your whole body lit up, sparks igniting every nerve ending. You cleared your throat, trying desperately to be normal again.
Chris ordered you another drink before turning to address you again. He put his hand out to shake yours and said, "I'm Chris."
You shook his hand and mumbled, "I know."
He laughed, smile widening.
"Sorry--I don't mean to be awkward," you fumbled. "It's not every day you meet Chris Evans."
"Don't worry about it. Just think of me like a normal guy, buying a pretty girl a drink."
"I can work with that," you said with a smile, trying not to die when he called you 'pretty'. "I--uh, I'm (Y/N)."
"(Y/N)," he said your name as if he was tasting it. "Beautiful name."
"Thanks," you said, face heating up as a blush creeped into your cheeks.
Thankfully, the bartender finished your drink, handing it to Chris. He turned to you and handed you the drink. "Would you like to sit with me? I'd love to chat with you."
You gave him a smile you hoped looked normal. "I'd love to."
He put his hand on your lower back and gently guided you to a small table at the back of the room where it was quieter.
The two of you stayed and talked for hours, about everything and anything. You were surprised by how down-to-earth he was and you found yourself feeling incredibly comfortable with him.
You were still talking when last call went out. Chris looked surprised and you glanced around the mostly-empty bar, noticing your friends had left you.
"I didn't realize it was so late," he said.
"Yeah, my friends already left."
He glanced around. "Mine too. Can I get you a ride home?"
"Oh, thanks, but I actually live a couple blocks away. I'll just walk."
"At this time of night? Absolutely not."
Surprise lit up your face. "I do it all the time."
"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you walk home by yourself?"
You raised your eyebrows. "Are you offering to walk me home?"
He stood up and reached out to help you up. "I am, indeed."
You laughed and slid your hand into his, letting him pull you out of your chair.
"Let me just go pay the tab," he said.
"Oh, I have to pay mine too."
"I've got it," he insisted.
"You don't have to--"
He waved you off. "Please let me. My mama raised me right."
You chuckled. "Alright, if you insist."
"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
You watched as he walked away, disbelief suddenly sinking in. You'd spent hours talking to Chris and now he was paying your tab and walking you home. What the hell is happening with your life?
"Ready?"
You smiled at him. "Absolutely."
"Lead the way, beautiful."
You couldn't help the soft sound that left your lips, but you hoped he hadn't heard you.
It was a beautiful night and the walk only took about 15 minutes. When you reached your apartment, you stopped and turned to him. "This is me."
He looked a little sad, as if he didn't want the night to end. "I have to say, I haven't enjoyed myself this much in a long time."
"Neither have I," you said honestly.
"Could--could I maybe call you?"
Surprise lit up your face for what had to be the millionth time that night. "You--you wanna call me?"
He smiled warmly. "Yeah, if you're okay with it."
"I'd love that, actually."
He took out his phone and handed it to you so you could put your number in. When you handed it back, he slid it into his pocket and took a step towards you.
You froze, allowing him to stop within an inch of touching you. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. You desperately wanted him to kiss you, but you weren't about to beg him for it.
He leaned down, pressing his lips gently to yours, taking your breath away with a soft kiss. You leaned into him, hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer.
The kiss was incredible, but so much shorter than you would have liked. When Chris separated his lips from yours, you let out a soft whimper at the loss of contact. He didn't step back and his hands didn't leave your face.
You heard yourself whisper, "Would you like to come in?"
He smiled at you, warm eyes filled with desire. "I would like that very much."
He followed you into your building and up to your apartment. The moment you were inside, he pulled you against him, lips attaching themselves to yours once more.
You weren't even sure how you made it to the bedroom, let alone how you'd lost every piece of clothing either of you had been wearing along the way.
To say the sex was incredible would be an understatement. It was, without a doubt, the best sex of your life. Chris pulled you into him afterwards and you fell asleep almost instantly.
When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to feel an arm draped across your midsection. You turned your head and saw Chris sound asleep beside you, arm holding you tightly. You smiled at the sight, heart warming as you watched him sleep.
"You're staring, beautiful," he murmured softly.
"Sorry," you said sheepishly. "I thought you were still asleep."
"I was until you started staring into my soul," he teased, blue eyes opening to take you in.
You suddenly felt self-conscious, knowing you probably looked like a hot mess after everything that had happened the night before.
"You're so beautiful," he said reverently, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear.
You blushed. "Thank you."
You glanced over at the clock and gasped. "Shit! I'm gonna be late for work." You scrambled out of bed and ran to the attached bathroom.
"Sorry about that, sweets," Chris said, getting out of the bed and following you into the bathroom. "You're more than welcome to blame me for your lateness."
You laughed. "I just might." You turned on the shower and looked over at him. "Wanna shower with me real quick?"
"You don't have to ask twice."
What had begun as a night out with friends had magically turned into one of the best nights of your life and the beginning of something truly amazing.
**********
Six months later, you were back in the same karaoke bar on a Saturday night with your friends and Chris, whom you'd been secretly dating since that first night.
Well, it wasn't entirely a secret. Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but it hadn't been made public yet. You and Chris had been very careful to keep it as private as possible, for your sake more than anything. He didn't like the idea of people invading your personal life just because you were dating him.
You'd begun asking him about making the relationship public a few weeks ago. You were willing to sacrifice your privacy if it meant being truly with him. It hadn't been very long, but you both already knew that this was going to be a long-term thing. You couldn't keep living like this and you knew it was taking a toll on him as well.
Your best friend, Andi, had suggested getting together at the karaoke bar you and Chris had met at. In her estimation, it was past time for the two of you to be together in public. Much to your surprise, Chris agreed.
You were all sitting comfortably at a table towards the back of the bar, relaxing and chatting. Your friends were talking about some nonsense and you turned to look at Chris. He was completely engaged in the conversation, nodding and laughing along with your friends' antics.
It warmed your heart to see him so happy and engaged with the people you loved. He was always so sweet and good with them, just like he was with you. You loved him so much, but you hadn't been completely comfortable admitting it to him just yet. It's like that old saying, 'when you know, you know'; and you sure as hell knew.
"Babe," Chris said again, waving his hand in front of your face.
"Hmm?" you hummed, shaking your head to clear it.
"Where was that pretty little head at?" he asked lightly.
"I was just thinking...nothing important."
He clearly didn't believe you, but he let it go. "I'm gonna go sign up to sing. Wanna come with me?"
"Oh lord. I think I'm going to decline tonight."
He shook his head. "You're missing out," he teased as he got up and headed to the other side of the bar.
"Hey," Andi said as she elbowed you gently. "What's up with you tonight?"
You shrugged. "My mind is somewhere else, that's all. But I'm okay, I promise."
Her eyes narrowed as she took you in, but her expression softened as she clearly decided to believe you. "He's really great, you know."
"I know," you smiled as you looked across the room at him.
"Oh I know that face."
"What face?"
"The one you're making, (Y/N)."
"I'm not making a face."
She raised an eyebrow. "Mhm. Sure." She leaned in closer and whispered, "You love him."
Your eyes widened and your head whipped in her direction. "Shh!"
"I whispered it!" she insisted. "Tell me I'm wrong."
"You're not wrong," you mumbled.
"Have you told him?"
"Not yet."
"You have to!" she insisted.
"You love 'love' a little too much," you teased.
"I know," she said dreamily. "I just love seeing you so happy, babe."
You leaned against her. "I really am happy."
She wrapped you in a tight hug. "Love you."
"Love you too, weirdo."
Chris made his way back to the table. "I'm up in two songs."
"What did you pick to sing?" you asked.
"It's a surprise," he said with a wink.
"As long as it's not WAP or something like that," Cole said dryly.
Everyone laughed.
"I would pay to hear you sing that," you said, laughing loudly.
"I promise it's not that," Chris insisted, still giggling.
The conversation drifted to other topics and you were engrossed in it. So much so, that you missed Chris getting up to go to the stage.
"Hey, everyone," he said into the mic.
You turned your head to look in the direction of the stage at the sound of Chris's voice.
"This song goes out to someone very special to me."
"Aww," Andi whispered.
"Shut up," you said lightly.
The first notes of the song started and your breath caught in your chest. It was a newer song, but Chris had been walking around his house and yours singing it for weeks.
Girl I wanted to apologize
For the way I've been acting lately
I been doing all kinda things
I probably just drive you crazy.
Gotta get it off my chest
Oh, and it just can't wait
It's something I ain't told you yet,
Baby, I just gotta say
Your heart was thumping in your chest loudly enough that you were certain your friends could hear it over the music. You knew every word to this song since Chris loved it so much.
Girl, I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody
For saying that we should leave the party
Soon as we walk in it
Have you outta that dress in a minute.
You hate it when I say it
You're so beautiful you oughta be famous
My bad.
Go ahead, you can blame it on me
If I love you too much, I'm sorry.
You couldn't breathe. For the first time since he first started singing this song, you let the words fully sink in. Your only thought was 'Is he saying that to me?'
Your friends were looking over at you to gauge your reaction, but you couldn't take your eyes off the man on stage. His gaze rested on you as he sang and you could hear the emotion in his voice. An emotion you couldn't quite place...or maybe just too afraid to.
Sorry for coming home early
When I was out with the boys downtown,
But there ain't nothing I'd rather do
Than come home and lay you down.
'Cause, baby, you're so perfect
I can't get you off my mind
So if I miss you
Gotta kiss you like a thousand times.
Andi leaned over to you. "Has he ever told you he loves you?"
You just shook your head.
"Well, I think he just did," she whispered.
Oh, I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody
For saying that we should leave the party
Soon as we walk in it
Have you outta that dress in a minute.
You hate it when I say it
You're so beautiful you oughta be famous
My bad.
Go ahead, you can blame it on me
If I love you too much, I'm sorry.
Other people in the bar had started looking in your direction, following the direction of Chris's gaze. Normally that would bother you, but in this moment, you couldn't get yourself to care. All you could think about was the way he was looking at you, mixed with the words coming out of his mouth.
'Cause I want you
And I need you
If I tell you too much
Then I just gotta say it
I'm sorry, mmm, I'm sorry.
Your body was reacting to his voice in the way it always did and you wanted him badly, more than you could recall ever wanting him before. You knew the song was coming to an end and you couldn't help but sing along to the last chorus.
I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody
For saying that we should leave the party
Soon as we walk in it
Have you outta that dress in a minute.
You hate it when I say it
You're so beautiful you oughta be famous
My bad.
Go ahead, you can blame it on me
If I love you too much, I'm sorry.
"You okay, girl?" Andi asked as Chris finished up the song.
"I think so," you said softly.
She squeezed your hand and you watched as Chris walked off the stage and started coming towards you. Several people's gazes followed him, trying to see exactly where he was going, and more importantly, who he was going to.
When he reached you, he didn't even hesitate. He leaned down and kissed you deeply in front of your friends and a room full of strangers. Your friends started whooping and other people in the bar clapped.
He pulled away from you, expression unreadable. "Wanna get outta here, baby?" he whispered in your ear.
"Please," you whimpered. You blushed, embarrassed by the pleading tone of your voice.
He pulled you out of your chair and practically dragged you towards the door. You gave Andi a look and she grinned ear to ear, waving at you as your boyfriend pulled you away.
He pulled out his phone as soon as you got outside and started typing.
"Baby? What are you doing?"
"Calling an Uber."
"Why? It's a 15 minute walk."
He turned to look at you with a hungry look. His pupils were lust-blown and you finally took the time to notice the desire literally oozing from his pores. "I'm not going to make it that long," he practically growled.
Warmth flooded your core at his tone, coupled with the way he was looking at you. You were lost for words, so you just nodded at him.
He squeezed your hand as you waited for the Uber, and thankfully you didn't have to wait long. You found yourself in front of your apartment door less than 5 minutes later.
Your hands were shaking slightly as you tried to unlock the door. You could feel his erection against your lower back as he pressed against you.
"Baby, unlock that door a little faster or I'm going to kick it down," he said, breathing heavily in your ear from behind you.
"I'm trying, but you're not making this easy, Christopher," you hissed.
He grinned against the skin of your neck, planting kisses and bite marks anywhere he could see.
You finally got the door unlocked and the two of you practically fell inside the apartment. It was reminiscent of your first time together, but his hunger tonight was absolutely unparalleled.
He spun you around and pressed you against the door, lips attacking yours instantly. He wedged his knee between your legs and you gasped as his lips descended to your jaw.
"Chris," you whimpered.
"I've got you, baby," he murmured against the column of your throat. "Gonna make you feel so good."
He gripped your hips and pulled you closer so you were flush to his body. The shift moved your clothed core against his thigh and you moaned at the friction.
He groaned softly. "Use my leg, pretty girl," he moved your hips in a slow rhythm. "That's it, baby."
Your head fell back against the door and you moaned again. "I want you, baby, please," you begged.
"Yeah, sweets? What'cha want?"
"I want you now, Chris. Please. Just fuck me."
He growled lowly. "Anything for you, baby."
He started to take your clothes off, hands tracing the curves he loved so much. He had you completely naked in less than a minute, but the only piece of clothing he allowed you to remove from his body was his shirt.
You watched him as he dropped to his knees in front of you and your eyes widened in surprise. "Baby?"
His eyes flicked up to yours. "Just lean back and let me take care of you."
He grabbed your leg and lifted it over his shoulder, giving him the access he needed to get to your core. He didn't even bother to tease you, diving into you with the hunger of a starving man.
You gasped in pleasure, hand immediately going to his hair, fingers entangling themselves in the thick locks.
Your moans mixed with the salacious sounds coming from between your legs, and you would have been embarrassed if it didn't feel just so damn incredible.
He moaned into your core as he messily slurped up your juices, tongue moving to focus on your clit. He slipped a finger inside of you, followed by another, curling his fingers in a come hither motion.
"Chris!" you cried in pleasure, fingers tightening on his hair.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?"
"Don't stop," you begged.
Chris grinned and went back to work between your thighs, coaxing you to your climax with skilled fingers and mouth.
Your legs began to shake as you reached your high, thighs trying to close around his head. Your voice was nothing but broken moans and whimpers of pleasure.
Chris's hands were the only thing keeping you upright as you came down. He stood up, holding you against him, making sure you didn't fall.
His lips met yours in a searing kiss, hands sliding down to your butt. "Can you jump for me, sweets?" he whispered against your lips.
He held onto your butt as you attempted a jump, his strong arms the only thing ensuring you didn't fall on the floor. You wrapped your legs around him and he carried you to the bedroom.
He tossed you onto the bed with a grin. Instead of crawling onto the bed with you, he started to slowly remove his jeans.
"Are you stripping for me, handsome?" you teased lightly.
He grinned wolfishly. "You like it?"
"I love it." You loved everything about him, physically, mentally, emotionally...all of it. The whole package.
He removed his pants completely, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You eyed the large bulge, mouth watering as you thought about tasting him.
"C'mere," you said softly.
He smiled and crawled onto the bed, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You pulled him down on top of you, hooked your leg around his hips, and flipped him over.
You straddled his hips, legs spread wide to fit around his width. He looked up at you in slight surprise, not used to you taking charge in the bedroom.
"What'cha doin', gorgeous?"
You smirked at him and slowly moved down his body, allowing yourself space to remove his underwear. You tossed them onto the floor and lowered yourself down to take him into your mouth.
"Fuck--that's it baby," he groaned.
You bobbed your head, tongue tracing the thick vein running down his shaft. You focused attention on his head, eliciting sharp moans from his throat.
Chris's fingers were entangled in your hair and he began to tug on it slightly. "Baby, you gotta stop--I'm--I'm gonna cum."
You moaned around his cock and he groaned in pleasure. He tugged on your hair more harshly, pulling you off his cock. You whined in displeasure, but that quickly turned to a shocked gasp as he flipped you onto your back.
"Sorry, babe, but I wanna cum inside you."
"How can I say no to that?" You pulled him towards you and he kissed your lips roughly.
The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance and you inhaled sharply. "Please, Chris," you whimpered.
"I've got you, gorgeous."
He started to enter you and your nails dug into his shoulders as his thick cock stretched your tight walls. No matter how many times you had sex, he always stretched you more than you'd ever been stretched before.
He thrust into you, burying himself entirely. He didn't give you time to adjust to his girth before he began to fuck you into the mattress, setting a relentless pace.
You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your nails buried into his back.
He groaned into your neck. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezing me so nice."
"Chris, I'm--so close," you gasped out.
"I've got you. Let go for me, pretty girl."
Chris picked up his pace a little, thrusts slamming into your sweet spot, sending bright flashes of pleasure through your body.
Your nails raked down his back, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest. He loved it when you marked him up; he wore them like badges of honor.
"Cum for me baby, I know you're close."
Your moans were loud enough you were certain the neighbors could hear, but you couldn't find it in you to care. You held onto him as your orgasm crashed into you, coming apart with cries of his name.
Your orgasm triggered his and he came with a series of curses and a loud groan of your name, his seed filling you up.
He kissed all over your face and neck as you both came down from your highs. "That's my girl," he whispered. "Did so well for me."
He slowly pulled out and rolled to your side. He kissed you one more time, before getting up to grab a washcloth. When he came back, he cleaned you up gently before crawling back into the bed with you.
You settled in against his chest with a sigh. He pulled you in close and laid a kiss against the top of your head.
You finally had a moment to think about what had happened earlier in the evening and your mind began to race.
Chris seemed to sense your change in demeanor, feeling your body tense in his arms. "You okay, sweets?" he asked softly.
You nodded.
"Hey," he whispered. "Talk to me."
You slowly sat up and turned your body to look at him. You traced the design of one of the tattoos on his chest, eyes watching the movement of your fingers. "So...the song," you began.
"Yeah?"
"I shouldn't read too much into that, should I?"
He gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. "Look at me, pretty girl."
You lifted your eyes to meet his, biting your lip in worry.
He touched your face gently, eyes filled with adoration. "You're so beautiful you oughta be famous," he sang softly. "If I love you too much, I'm sorry."
Your breath caught in your chest and tears welled in your eyes.
"I meant every word, (Y/N)," he murmured. "I know we haven't been together all that long, but I love you so much. I can't imagine my life without you."
"Chris..." you whispered.
"You don't have to say anything, sweets, but I wanted you to know how I felt and that I don't wanna hide this anymore. I want the entire world to know I'm yours."
"Kiss me," you said softly.
He smiled and leaned forward to kiss you gently. He poured everything he was feeling into that kiss, and you did the same.
"God, you're so beautiful," he said reverently when he pulled away.
You blushed. "I love you, Chris," you whispered.
His eyes widened in surprise. "You do?"
You nodded. "I wanted to tell you a couple weeks ago, but I didn't want to scare you."
He chuckled lightly. "I thought I was going to scare you."
"I don't scare that easily," you teased.
"Thank god," he said with a smile.
"So...I guess we're public now?"
"I don't wanna hide this anymore, especially if you don't want to."
You shook your head. "I don't like the idea of strangers being in my business, but I love you, so it's worth it."
He pulled you back into him. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he mumbled into your hair.
You laughed and planted a kiss to his chest.
"Seriously, I'm going to say it all the damn time now. You'll get tired of hearing it."
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it."
"Good," he kissed your forehead. "'Cause I love you."
You laughed as you curled into him. "I love you too, dork."
He sighed happily. "I don't think I'll get tired of hearing it either."
You settled into him comfortably and traced the words 'I love you' on his chest, just to make sure he knew exactly how you were feeling.
He squeezed you tightly and kissed the top of your head one last time before settling in to sleep. "Sweet dreams, my love."
"Sweet dreams, Chris."
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[Fall Out Boy] was one of those bands that the kids loved us- and lots of times the girls and women loved us? And I don’t mean they loved us like, “Oh my god, these guys are so hot!”- Our fanbase was just vocally female and young. And honestly, that’s what launched bands like Led Zeppelin and Guns n Roses and The Beatles and One Direction- but I think that people are so dismissive of it... And I think that coming back and seeing a lot of those people, and now they were in their 20s and later 20s, being able to be like, "I like this band as they are now..." [...] It made me feel good for those fans because these are the people that launched us. I felt good for them that it wasn’t like, a fluke.
pete wentz talking about the fob reuinion, 2017
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OBX Rock Band AU (headcanon)
Characters:
jj maybank, john b routledge, pope hayward, kiara carrera, sarah cameron
Word Count:
~700
A/N:
i have no idea if this has been done before but the idea came to me the other night in the shower lol. i’m in a band so you can guess what i loosely based this on
JJ - Drums
is my opinion biased on this one? probably
my favorite band member and character
the one with the most problems
drinks a little too much, stoner
personal life in shambles most of the time
once he found the drums as an outlet he dove into it, eventually becoming an intensely devoted musician
that drum set has seen some things
jj lets his anger out on that poor, innocent drum set
all the different pieces have had to be replaced so many times because he beats the living shit out of them
the one that got john b into rock music and the rest was history
he's not one of the chill drummers who just shows up and does their thing, this man is a show-off
so many tricks
long solos whenever the chance arises for one
flirts with the entire band
music genres: rock, grunge, alt, metal
bands/artists: Sex Pistols, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses, Def Leppard
John B - Lead Vocals/Rhythm Guitar
a no-brainer. this is practically canon
no i will not be hearing opposing opinions at this time
he's the frontman
the one most people's eyes are drawn to right away
controls the vibe in the room
him and jj put on a show
stoner
is naturally a gifted singer, but had a vocal coach for a little while to get some pointers
rhythm guitar because most rock songs need at least two guitars and he's played guitar since he was a kid just for fun
music genres: country, rock, alt, pop when jj isn't around
bands/artists: The Rolling Stones, Paramore, Fall Out Boy, Aerosmith, Taylor Swift, Johnny Cash
Pope - Lead Guitar/Band Manager
he's just there to vibe but also an incredibly skilled guitarist
the one that tries extremely hard to keep everyone on track, but can't because no one listens to him
also the one that found kiara and Sarah
he's classically trained, but he only did classical as a kid because that's what he thought the smart kids were supposed to do
he plays like Slash: relatively controlled body language, but his fingers fly back and forth on the frets
music nerd
everyone can tell he loves what he's doing
manager because who else would manage these fools?
music genres: rock, alt, indie rock
bands/artists: Falling in Reverse, Foo Fighters, Arctic Monkeys, Green Day, Hozier, The Killers, The 1975
Kiara - Bass
i will not be accepting arguments on this one
she 100% grew up on cello, but wanted to rebel against her parents as a teen and switched to rock but realized she fucked with it
this girl is hot as all hell and knows it, but has nothing to prove
she's one of the more responsible members of the group but also super laid-back
stoner
effortlessly keeps everyone in check
she just wants to vibe and play some songs
flirts with the entire band
weird, hippie, earthy screams bass player
music genres: indie rock, r&b, pop punk, anything from the '60s and '70s
bands/artists: Janis Joplin, The Strokes, Young The Giant, Hozier, Paramore, Joan Jett, Whitney Houston
Sarah - Backup Vocals
she was definitely an attention seeker in her young years and would've hated backup, but now she's perfectly content chilling in the background with some killer harmonies
she has a few songs she leads in the set when john b needs a rest
she absolutely KILLS them
but she loves playing with the melody and adding a harmony on something that you wouldn't expect
this girl has perfect pitch so harmonizing takes about 3% effort from her
if a song is too low for her or too high for john b, she transposes everything (perfect pitch and all)
she will. not. touch. an electric guitar with a 10-foot pole.
don't ask, i have no explanation for that one
on the occasion a song needs keys, she's the go-to
music genres: she's a retired theatre kid so she listens to just about everything under the sun except country
bands/artists: Taylor Swift, The Beatles, Queen, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Knicks, Amy Winehouse
#outer banks#obx#obx headcanon#john b routledge#jj maybank#pope heyward#kiara carrera#sarah cameron#obx fanfiction#obx imagine#obx cast#obx fic#obx x reader#rock music#rockband au#alternate universe
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Hey, how are you? I hope well, you could write something about Kiss, not sure which member for this you can choose which one, something like them falling in love with the reader who is from another band and has some kind of "rivalry".
I love your writing and your content, that's it l luv u❤️
I'm well Thank u <3 and sorry that I made u wait that long.
[Kiss]
Pov: Paul falls for a band member only problem is that there's a rivalry going on
☁️ Fluff ☁️
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Kiss is known for being one of the most popular bands right now until a new rock band from Texas debuts and steal the spotlight. Their name was (band name) and they were rocking pretty hard being first in the charts.
They stole the spotlight from Kiss what didn't make them mad but they obviously wanted to be the best and get their hype back. I guess that's the goal of a lot of young Rockers.
Paul had to admit that the guitarist which was a young girl was pretty good and quite hot but he couldn't just fall for their rival, or could he?
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It was a hot summer evening and the hottest 70s bands were invited to a big event. Bands like Black sabbath, Led zeppelin, Ac/dc, Kiss and of course the new band were there.
All the bands were playing tonight and of course the new one.
Paul was watching the guitarist carefully obviously having a crush on her but kinda hiding it from the others. Kiss was next.
"Paul.." Ace waited for a response from Paul which was focused on the stage where that girl was standing.
"Paul we are next come on." Ace repeated and Paul finally landed back on Earth.
They quickly got up and walked on the scene. Everyone was cheering and the song they were playing was "Shandi". It was perfect.
While performing Paul started looking at u, making u blush as he sang this romantic song. It made u feel something and u just couldn't control your smile anymore what your band mates noticed and were kinda smirking to themselves. U would never think that of yourself but come on, that's Paul stanley and him singing for u is every girls dream. U could feel the rivalry fall and ur heart just concentrated on Paul and his words. This song is so romantic, yet fitting for your situation.
After they were done u looked up at Paul with a bright smile and after that he took u backstage to confess his love to u lucky for him u felt the same and later did something u would never forget *cough cough*
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A/N: I know it could be much better but I made u wait enough for what I apologize but I still hope u like it and it came out the way u imagined it.
#kiss band#kiss#kiss army#kissblr#ace frehley#gene simmons#paul stanley#peter criss#classic rock fandom#clasic rock#kiss imagine#kiss x reader#kiss fanfiction#paul stanley imagine#paul stanley x reader#paul stanley one shot
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Song Masterpost
[I was planning on linking all the songs to versions on Youtube, but apparently it goes over the number of links allowed on a post. Instead, the songs will be linked on each poll.]
Talk Talk - "It's My Life"
Kajagoogoo - “Too Shy”
The Beach Boys - “Good Vibrations”
Rush - “New World Man”
Cream - “Spoonful”
The Police - “Message in a Bottle”
Jackson 5 - “I Want You Back”
Diana Ross - “I’m Coming Out”
Diana Ross and the Supremes - “What Becomes of the Brokenhearted”
The Supremes - “You Can’t Hurry Love”
The Jam - “Town Called Malice”
David Essex - “Rock On”
Radiohead - “15 Step” | “Paranoid Android”
Michael Jackson - “Thriller” | “Billie Jean”
Elton John - “Dirty Little Girl”
Angra - “Nothing to Say”
Serú Girán - “La Grase de las Capitales”
Os Mutantes - “Ando Meio Desligado”
Bill Withers - “Lovely Day”
Blur - “Girls and Boys”
Sly and the Family Stone - “Thank You (Falettinme be Mice Elf Again)”
Charles Wright and the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band - “Express Yourself”
Jr. Walker and the All Stars - “(I’m a) Road Runner”
Marvin Gaye - “I Heard it through the Grapevine” | “Midnight Lady”
Marvin Gaye and Tammi Tarrell - “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough”
Red Hot Chili Peppers - “Higher Ground” | “Snow (Hey Oh)” | “Give It Away”
Primus - “My Name is Mud” | “Is it Luck?” | “Lacquer Head”
Beck - “Go It Alone”
The Fabs - “That’s the Bag I’m In”
The Shapes - “College Girls”
Herbie Hancock - “Chameleon”
Pink Floyd - “Money”
Rasputina - “Secret Message”
Madonna - “Material Girl”
Was (Not Was) - “Walk the Dinosaur”
Lemon Demon - “Jaws”
Creedence Clearwater Revival - “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”
Steve Miller Band - “The Joker”
Violent Femmes - “Blister in the Sun”
War - “Low Rider”
Poppy - “Motorbike”
Tokyo Jihen (Tokyo Incidents) - “Noudouteki”
Graham Central Station- “Hair”
Oingo Boingo - “Dead Man’s Party”
Vulf Peck - “Deantown”
Iroha (feat. Rin Kagamine) - “Meltdown”
Labi Siffre - “I Got The…”
Deep Purple - “Space Truckin’”
The Breeders - “Cannonball”
Earth Wind and Fire - “Let’s Groove”
Parliament - “Give Up the Funk”
Liquid Liquid - “Cavern”
Melle Mel - “White Lines (Don’t Do It)”
Tiger Army - “Cupid’s Victim”
Limp Bizkit - “Nookie”
White Zombie - “Black Sunshine”
Alice in Chains - “Rooster”
Pearl Jam - “Daughter”
Norah Jones - “Cold Cold Heart”
Joy Division - “Transmissions” | “Disorder”
Metallica - “Orion”
Anthrax - “Caught in a Mosh”
Muse - “Hysteria” | “Plug in Baby” | “Futurism”
Arctic Monkeys - “Fake Tales of San Francisco” | “A Certain Romance” | “Dancing Shoes”
Bauhaus - “Double Dare” | “Kick in the Eye”
Chic - “Good Times” | “Everybody Dance”
Royal Blood - “Better Strangers”
Fleetwood Mac - “The Chain”
Iron Maiden - “Aces High”
The Damned - “Neat Neat Neat”
The Smiths - “Barbarism Begins at Home”
New Order - “Age of Consent”
Talking Heads - “Psycho Killer”
Romeo Void - “Never Say Never”
Cocteau Twins - “The Hollow Men”
Rage Against the Machine - “Killing in the Name” | “Bulls on Parade”
Dance Gavin Dance - “Don’t Tell Dave”
Queen - “Another One Bites the Dust” | “Dragon Attack”
Gorillaz - “Feel Good Inc.”
Megadeth - “Peace Sells”
Korn - “Got the Life”
Pantera - “Cowboys from Hell”
Queen + David Bowie - “Under Pressure”
Stevie Wonder - “Superstition”
Shiina Ringi - “Koufukuron (Etsuraku-hen)”
The Temptations - “My Girl”
Paramore - “Ain’t it Fun”
Måneskin - “For Your Love”
The Seatbelts - “Tank!”
Cake - “The Distance”
Gloria Gaynor - “I Will Survive”
Miles Davis - “Bitches Brew”
The Fall - “I Feel Voxish”
Public Image Ltd - “Swan Lake (Death Disco)”
Thelma Houston - “Don’t Leave Me This Way”
Killdozer - “King of Sex”
The Beatles - “Hey Bulldog” | “I Want You (She’s so Heavy)” | “Lady Madonna” | “Dear Prudence” | “I Will”
Wings - “Silly Love Songs”
Lou Reed - “Walk on the Wild Side”
White Stripes - “Seven Nation Army”
Gang of Youths - “Achilles Come Down”
AJR - “Sober Up”
Duran Duran - “Rio”
The Who - “Baba O’Riley” | “Getting in Tune”
Yes - “Roundabout”
Led Zeppelin - “Ramble On” | “Dazed and Confused”
The Cure - “Lovesong” | “The Lovecats”
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That's 5,720 more posts than 2021!
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#5
I went crazy with the baby filter on Snapchat and look at this cuteness
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#4
tagged by the lovely @thorlokis thank you! <3
Favourite Piece of Clothing You Own?
Hmmm. There's a hoodie that I really love, it's a generic version of Chanyeol's Total Fucking Darkness hoodie. It's soooo warm and comfy.
Your Comfort Food?
Potato soup on rice.
Favourite Time of Year?
Early spring or fall. When it's not too hot or too cold. I don't like extremes.
Favourite Song?
It varies depending on my mood and what day it is. lol Right now? I can't get enough of Cage The Elephant's Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
Do You Collect Something?
Not really.
Favourite Drink?
I guess coffee? I drink it the most. Well, I do like hibiscus tea. So I guess that.
Favourite Fanfiction?
Suck It And See by alostautumn2k16 which is no longer on AO3. I managed to save the fic before it was taken down but omg I wish it was still available. I miss it.
Then there's a lot of others that I really adore.
came the last night by UnnieBee is a really good one, it's a Kr!syeol ghost fic with just the right dash of asexuality in it.
I tag @yeoldreamin @bogpaws @ohsenhun @thebiggerpicture23 @vosquitransitis @dreamyfreak @mochg26 @cxsmicmyeon @yehetdude @zap-of-gay-jock-love @penguinstuxedo @heartcravings @jongupseyeliner @micuko @boom-kaka-laka and anyone else that wants to participate. All the welcome~
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#3
It really is just me and my 15 cups of coffee against the world
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#2
tagged by @anakincitoo (thank you!!! 💖💖💖)
Rules: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.
d - Don't Go - EXO
e - Echo - Trapt
m - Misery Business - Paramore
o - Oasis - EXO
n - Night Moves - Bob Seger
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g - Girl With One Eye - Florence and The Machine
l - Like Real People Do - Hozier
i - Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin
t - Thunderstruck - AC/DC
t - The Show Must Go On - Queen
t - The Parting Glass - The High Kings
e - Ego - BIGBANG
r - Ready, Steady, Go! - L'Arc~En~Ciel
I tagged @yeoldreamin, @catboycrimsonrain, @heartcravings, @cxsmicmyeon, @dreamyfreak, @midnightblue32-ao3-asianfic, @abunnycotton, @star-slutt, @kafkascupcakecake, @zackisontumblr, @dreamy-eames-jeans137, @m-ercurian
and everyone else that wants to partake! :D Thank you again @anakincito!!
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For Life Or Until Fault
Alt Timeline 2.0 - Darrell x Odile Part 3
Warnings: MINORS DNI! Main characters are slasher ocs!
Darrell is mine ♡
Odile belongs to @solmints-messyocdiary
In protest, Darrell went ahead and took the day off. He had confronted Ilya about what the boy had revealed the day before. His response?
"What happened to our former employees is of no concern to you. Do what we ask, if you want the checks to keep coming."
Darrell had slammed the guardhouse door closed. He came home and decided a bath might help. The manor house's dilapidated bathroom was Georgian, with its indulgent spaciousness and crescent four-footed tub. It reminded him of the sanatorium baths, of Sister Agatha combing his wet hair, snipping off the ends to keep it manageable.
Darrell had insisted on cold baths - even in winter, which baffled Sister Agatha. Presently, he lay down in the bath, submerged to his ears, a face floating on the surface as he stared at the crumbling plaster ceiling rose.
Cold water for blood, he thought in a voice that wasn't his own. He sat up, weary of such unsettling pieces that seemed to swim up from his forgotten past.
He got out of the tub and drained the soapy water. He tracked wet footprints on the wooden floorboards and slipped silently into his clothes. He loaded a cassette into his Walkman - Led Zeppelin - and decided to go for a walk.
He could hear Ilya scream at him when he passed through the gate. "Where do you think you're going?! Get back here!"
Darrell kept walking. A kilometer. Then another, and he found himself in town. The afternoon bell chimed in the church steeple, overpowering the tinny mechanical clock that jutted up from the courthouse roof. Darrell shielded his eyes as he walked past the church. A gaggle of school girls in pleated skirts shuffled by, their glances lingering on him.
They followed him around, which made him uncomfortable. After a quick round of shopping. He sat down at a cafe's outdoor table, taking his time with a warm slab pie. He pretended not to notice the girls, keeping his eyes on the golden apple cuts wedged between the pastry.
Just before their ringleader went up to take the vacant seat across from him, he felt tiny hands on his shoulder and a low "Boo!"
The boy from the graveyard laughed and sat down. "Thought I recognized you," he said, swinging his feet.
Darrell smiled, thankful for the intervention and the company. "Shouldn't you be in school?"
"I don't go. Grandpa's pension isn't enough to pay." The boy was pressing random buttons on Darrell's Walkman.
"So, what do you do?"
"I work."
Darrell was suddenly hit by a wave of sorrow. The boy's fingernails were caked in dirt. There was a dark ring of swear on his t-shirt collar. "What kind of work?"
"There's this rich lady in the best part of town. I get paid a little to help out in her garden."
Darrell figured, what with the muddy carrots he had plopped on the table. Probably came from the same garden he worked on, and the worst out of the pick. "You want something to eat?" he asked.
He bought the kid hot food and a cold drink. He was halfway done with the frothy pink milkshake when they heard a grizzled old man's voice. "Sacha!"
Apparently, Sacha had been due for home for about an hour. How, in God's name, did he expect to make the chicken-carrot soup without the carrots?
The chicken-carrot soup turned out to be mostly carrot, Darrell discovered. A single cube of chicken bouillon provided the idea of chicken.
Grandpa had invited Darrell for supper once Sacha introduced. "He saw the samodiva, Papa," Sacha had whispered.
"Be careful, boy," the old man said between spoonfuls of soup. "Samodivas are hostile. You're in grave danger."
"Why's that, sir?"
Grandpa nearly choked on the broth. "Why, samodivas are vile enchantresses! Men who lay eyes on a samodiva fall instantly and madly in love."
A memory. Strange. Distant. Like a dream. The most beautiful face he had ever seen. Cool cheeks. Golden hair.
"Sometimes," continued Grandpa, "a samodiva would seduce a man, take him for her lover. She would pull from him his life's energy. He would become obsessed - a slave to her every whim. With that same energy, the samodiva would milk him dry until he died of exhaustion."
Sacha listened attentively, completely aware that he was hearing something he wasn't supposed to.
"You're virile. They'll definitely covet you."
Darrell's face was a deep shade of red. A sharp jingling startled him. Sacha had produced the string of sleigh-bells he had bought earlier. "What's this?" asked the child, "Are you decorating for Christmas already?"
The two men ignored the question. Grandpa leaned in and sternly told him, "Stay away from the woods. Don't go looking for her."
Grandpa dutifully offered to give him a lift back to the cemetery. Apparently, he did minimal delivery work. "Vegetables and such. Never 10 kilometers from town."
"You're sure it's no trouble?" asked Darrell, feeling very embarrassed.
"Of course! Besides, I want to see if my daughter's grave is still intact."
Sacha fell asleep during the drive, lulled by U2's "With or Without You" playing on Darrell's Walkman. Grandpa looked at him fondly as he slept leaning against Darrell's chest.
"We lost his mother when he was very young," Grandpa explained, "His father ran off when he was younger."
Darrell held Sacha closer, rubbing the pad of his thumb over and over his shoulder.
They parked on the shoulder of the road a couple of feet from the cemetery gate.
"I can't leave him in the truck. I'll have to wake him up."
Darrell told him no. "It's fine." He carried Sacha in his arms. "I'll walk you to her grave."
There was a wet, appreciative glimmer in the old man's eyes. He paused and finally nodded at the gesture. "Alright."
Darrell left Sacha - coat pocket stuffed with lei - with Grandpa and returned to the manor house.
Isabelle was frantic by the time he walked through the door. He bent down to pet her and produced the cord of bells. He shook them and Isabelle's ears pricked up.
Pleased, Darrell said, "Atta girl. Now, let's see if I can train you to track the sound."
Darrell befriended the gravedigger soon after, and asked him to tie a string of sleigh-bells around the waist of new corpses up for burial.
A/N: leu (pl. lei) -> Moldovan currency
#darrell todd#slasher oc#oc: odile#odile#friends oc#alt timeline 2.0#odile x darrell#darrell x odile#bluecoolr.txt#oc writing#for life or until fault
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𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄. send in a character for a small playlist + the drink i would use to title the playlist
+ 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗦 (mutuals) get a playlist for yourself!
i’d like maybe “hot cocoa” or “hot chocolate” or a variation of that for the title, please <3
HOT CHOCOLATE WITH MINI MARSHMALLOWS.
COWPOKE colter wall
CINNAMON GIRL lana del rey
ESTÁ DAÑADA ivan cornejo
FOURTH OF JULY sufjan stevens
LIGHT MY LOVE greta van fleet
GOLD DUST WOMAN fleetwood mac
THE KIDS AREN’T ALRIGHT fall out boy
THE MOON DOESN’T MIND lord huron
STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN led zeppelin
TAPER JEAN GIRL kings of leon
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a study in heather cheryl mason ; a never ending final girl arc, when is it my turn to be happy, blood as an accessory, death doesn’t eat me / i eat death, running away from your past, the damsel saves herself and everyone she loves, oh shit here we go again, dread crawling up my throat, a knife dripping red and staining the kitchen floor, all hot girls go a little feral sometimes, i’m all grown up and all i’ve got to show for it is a mouth full of blood and eyes that have seen too much, loving despite the tragedy, and saving your friends. ( @godpact )
dazed and confused - led zeppelin / from this pin ! / teen idle - marina and the diamonds / results from this quiz ! / from this pin ! / from this pin ! / excerpt from anatomy titus fall of rome by heiner muller.
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A Random List of my Favorite Songs
I’m very bored, so I made this thing. Oh yeah, only the first ten are in order.
I Was Made for Loving You-KISS
Bohemian Rhapsody-Queen
God Save the Queen-Sex Pistols
Paint It Black-The Rolling Stones
Sweet Child O’ Mine-Guns N’ Roses
Stairway to Heaven-Led Zeppelin
Master of Puppets-Metallica
Dream On-Aerosmith
Hotel California-Eagles
Mary on a Cross-Ghost
Welcome to the Jungle-Guns N Roses
Keep Yourself Alive-Queen
House of the Rising Sun-The Animals
Have You Ever Seen the Rain-Creedence Clearwater Revival
Wonderwall-Oasis
Up Around the Bend-Hanoi Rocks
Rock And Roll All Nite-KISS
Eleanor Rigby-The Beatles (My sister was named after this song <3)
War Pigs-Black Sabbath
Carry on Wayward Son-Kansas
We Will Rock You-Queen
Shock Me-KISS
Whole Lotta Love-Led Zeppelin
Fox on the Run-Sweet
Little Dark Age-MGMT
Love Kills-Vinnie Vincent Invasion
Chop Suey!-System of a Down
Jerk it Out-Caesars
Love Gun-KISS
Hammer to Fall-Queen
Psychosocial-Slipknot
Ballroom Blitz-Sweet
Renegade-Styx
Kickstart my Heart-Mötley Crüe
Lick it Up-KISS
Run to the Hills-Iron Maiden
Living on a Prayer-Bon Jovi
Twist and Shout-The Beatles
Electric Feel-MGMT
Feel Good Inc.-Gorillaz
Anarchy in the UK-Sex Pistols
Angela-Mötley Crüe
Innuendo-Queen
Smoke on the Water-Deep Purple
Smells Like Teen Spirit-Nirvana
Paranoid-Black Sabbath
You Really Got Me-The Kinks
Hold The Line-TOTO
Rock You Like a Hurricane
Edge of Seventeen-Stevie Nicks
Paradise City-Guns N’ Roses
Pour Some Sugar on Me-Def Leppard
Highway to Hell-AC/DC
Basket Case-Green Day
Bad Moon Rising-Creedence Clearwater Revival
Heart of Glass-Blondie
Heart-Shaped Box-Nirvana
Live Wire-Mötley Crüe
All Day and All of The Nigh-The Kinks
American Pie-Don McLean
Song 2-Blur
Boulevard of Broken Dreams-Green Day
Detroit Rock City-KISS
Don’t Fear the Reaper-Blue Öyster Cult
Rock You Like a Hurricane-Scorpians
Immigrant Song-Led Zeppelin
Crazy Train-Ozzy Osbourne
Barracuda-Heart
Walk This Way-Aerosmith
Thunderstruck-AC/DC
Come As You Are-Nirvana
Cherry Pie-Warrant
Chelsea Dagger-The Fratellis
Hey Jude-The Beatles
Lux Æterna-Metallica
Don’t Stop Believing-Journey
California Dreamin’-The Mamas and The Papas
Seven Nation Army-White Stripes
Dreams-Fleetwood Mac
Come Together-The Beatles
My Sharona-The Knack
Cherry Bomb-The Runaways
Money-Pink Floyd
Dancing Queen-ABBA
(I can’t get no) Satisfaction-The Rolling Stones
Everlong-Foo Fighters
Iris-The Goo Goo Dolls
ZITTI E BUONI-Måneskin
American Idiot-Green Day
Scotty Doesn’t Know-Lustra
Helena-My Chemical Romance
Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off-Panic!At the Disco
Land Down Under-Men At Work
Welcome to the Black Parade-My Chemical Romance
The Show Must Go On-Queen
Panama-Van Halen
Shout at the Devil-Mötley Crüe
Can’t Stop-Red Hot Chili Peppers
I’m Still Standing-Elton John
Stacy’s Mom-Fountains of Wayne
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Even His Name - Part 1
Sirius Black x OC
Summary: Friends forever? Maybe. Maybe not.
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, slight consent issues, 18+ please due to NSFW content including unprotected* sex. The age of consent in the UK is 16, sorry if that’s not in line with the laws in your own country/state.
*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.
A/N: Looking at this photo, I can kinda see why Ben Barnes got fancast as Sirius Black. This story is non-canon and takes place in my imaginary HP AU with OC, Celeste (meaning celestial or heavenly).
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Sirius Black. Even his name was beautiful.
She watched his tall, lean figure approaching as she sat & relaxed against one of the shady trees beside the lake.
She drank in every last detail before he got too close, before her out-and-out staring was noticeable to him.
The lazily slouching but graceful walk, his long legs eating up the distance between them.
The pale, porcelain-like skin, the aristocratic cheekbones, the trendy light scruff of moustache with matching scruff along his jawline, the full sensuous lips, the famed long black wavy hair. And of course, those hypnotic grey eyes, ringed by long dark lashes. Those eyes could change like mercury, from silver to dark pewter within a heartbeat.
As he got got closer, her eyes almost totally closed, but she wasn’t dozing off, it was a ruse to disguise her intense staring. Her eyes continued to eat him up like he was a very large chocolate eclair.
It was Saturday, so no school uniform. Trademark bad-boy attire, then. Her heart sped up at the sight of the scuffed leather biker jacket, the Led Zeppelin t-shirt, distressed jeans & leather work boots. Not properly laced up... of course.
All in black, a living embodiment of his name.
She heaved a long sigh, letting it escape without thought, and her eyes closed fully.
She was aware of a shadow blocking the sunlight falling on her closed eyelids. The sound of somebody settling themselves down next to her, still partly casting a shadow onto her.
Her eyes opened a sliver, and her head rolled to the side towards him of its own accord.
“What’s the big sigh for, Celeste?” in his deep, slightly hoarse, breathy voice. The voice which sent a thousand female hearts beating like drums.
“Sirius.” She sighed again, her eyes opening slowly. “You’re blocking my sun.”
He grinned, chuckling. He gestured to his body with one hand, “This ... masterpiece... of a man joins you for a pleasant interlude by the lake, and all you can say is that I’m blocking your rays?!”
“Yeah.”
He chuckled again. “Ah c’mon, you know you love me.”
She rolled her head back to its original position. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“And maybe it’ll come true?” he smirked.
“When hell freezes over.”
He leant over, placing his head on her shoulder as he did so, puppy dog eyes in play, complete with pouted bottom lip.
“Now, you know that isn’t true. You’re desperate to get me into the sack.”
“But, Sirius,” she said innocently, “there wouldn’t be enough room in the bed for me, what with you and your massive ego already in it.”
His head shot back, his unmistakable & glorious barking laugh issuing forth & attracting the attention of every female within earshot.
“You’re hysterical,” he continued laughing, more quietly. “No, I’m Celeste,” she smirked, throwing her version of his favourite line back at him.
He groaned, “You’d use my own comeback against me? Really?”
“Every time,” she nodded.
He was grinning back at her, when she was suddenly aware of another shadow falling across her. She frowned involuntarily, looking up to see who it was. A tall Ravenclaw girl stood there, confidently smirking down at Sirius. She didn’t spare his current companion even a glance.
“Hi,” she smiled brightly at him. “Thought you’d maybe like to take a walk with me, Siri?” giving him a suggestive sideways look, all the while twirling a strand of her long brown hair round a finger.
Celeste rolled her eyes, smirking & tutting loudly. She muttered, “Pathetic,” under her breath & began to gather her books, getting ready to ‘exit stage left’.
Sirius looked over at her, smiling and laying his hand on her arm, stilling her movement.
He looked up at the other girl. “Sorry, love,” he said with a grin, “spending some one-on-one time with my best girl here.”
She still didn’t look at his ‘best girl’. “Well, why don’t I just join you here while you do that, and then we can go for a walk by ourselves afterwards?”
Sirius looked down, and Celeste knew what was coming next. He’d given her his polite brush-off, now here came the not-so-polite one.
“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m here with Celeste,” he said, voice harsh, glaring back up at her.
She stopped twirling that lock of hair, recoiling from his glare & tone. “Well, you know, I just thought...”
“You just thought wrong then, didn’t you! Now, run along dear, off you go.” Voice cold, eyes narrowed.
She turned on her heel and scuttled back to her little band of giggling friends. Something told Celeste that her friends wouldn’t be all that sympathetic. If there was one thing almost guaranteed to break up friendship groups, it was who did, or didn’t have, Sirius’ attention.
Celeste laughed, “Lordy, I don’t know how you put up with all that fangirling.... ‘Siri’.” she imitated the girl in a high-pitched tone. “They make me ashamed to be a woman. Don’t they have any self-respect?!”
Sirius laughed, “But Cel, they’re just rightfully worshipping ... this!” Again, one hand gesturing up & down the length of his body.
“What.. a skinny boy?” she questioned, looking him up & down, “Really? What’s the attraction then?” she laughed.
He’d sat up straight as she’d been speaking, faux offended. “Celeste! How could you? Firstly, I am a man, not a boy.”
“Sirius, you’re sixteen. You.. are.. a.. boy!”
“Nah, nah, nah! I.. am.. a.. man!” dramatically emulating her slow delivery before continuing, “And I’m nearly seventeen. Secondly, I am not skinny. I’m tall and athletic.”
“Skinny.”
“Athletic!”
She laughed. “You don’t even play Quidditch any more. So where do you get this ‘athleticism’ from? Running away from Filch and the prefects after a prank?!”
“Thank you for answering your own question!” he said, laughing back at her.
He again leant towards her, eyes boring into hers, changing to dark & stormy mode, lips so close that she felt the little huffs of his breath on her own lips as he spoke.
“Don’t fight it, Cel. Just give in and admit you want me! We’ll head to my dorm right now and spend the entire night together, having hot, sensual, sheet-tangling sex!”
She burst out laughing, turning away momentarily, eager to break the close proximity to him. “The gods love a trier, Sirius. Pity I don’t.” She looked back at him, “And no doubt one of your fangirls is already curled up under your quilt, just waiting on the god that is Sirius Black to arrive and rock her world!!”
“My bed is exclusively reserved for you.”
“OK... curled up in her bed then, waiting on Mr I Never Stay The Night to arrive.”
“You pierce my heart!”
“Sirius, you may be one of my closest friends, but I can honestly say that you, within just the last few weeks, have become a total man-whore. And a barely legal one at that.”
“Celeste!! Just bloody well admit you want me.”
“Can’t that huge ego of yours handle the fact that there’s at least one girl in this school who doesn’t drop her panties the second you look at her?!” her laughter pealed out over the surrounding area, catching the attention of and sparking the venomous jealousy of the Sirius Fangirls’ Club.
He also burst out laughing, inciting the Fangirls even more.
“Ah.... Cel, my ego is perpetually the size of a peanut whenever you’re around.” Innocence personified, wide grey eyes gazed at her. “It never gets the chance to grow any bigger.”
Then the trademark smirk appeared. “Unlike a certain other part of my anatomy.” One eyebrow quirked up at her, long fingers slinking down onto his jeans zip. She couldn’t stop her eyes following them. His lips slid upwards into a pleased grin.
“Urggghhh!” she groaned, closing her eyes briefly before starting to pack up her stuff. “On that note, I’m off!”
“Awww, don’t go! This was just about to get interesting. You almost agreed to give me a quick blowjob!”
She stood up, brushing grass off her denim cutoffs and slipping on her low wedge sandals. Sirius raked his eyes up and down her figure as she did so.
She leant back down to him, knowing full well that he was getting an eyeful down her tastefully low-cut frilly top. She had on a translucent lacy bra, and she heard his breath catch as soon as he spotted it.
Putting her lips right next to his ear, she said, “Firstly, I don’t give blowjobs to sixteen-year-old skinny boys.” She huffed out a breath onto his earlobe, “And secondly, even if I did, it would.. not.. just be a quickie, darling.”
She pulled back and stood up straight, looking down at Sirius. A deep pink blush was spreading up from his neck over the entirety of his handsome face, his mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were wide, a glazed look in them.
She grinned, starting to walk away, “Have fun with the fangirls, Sirius!”
He was still staring after her when the first wave of girlies washed over him, clamouring for his attention in various tried, tested and (to him, at that moment) very tedious ways.
They were all to be disappointed. Sirius swatted them off like they were so many irritating mosquitoes, stretching out & lying on his back with his hands crossed under his head, staring up into the blue of the early autumn sky, deep in thought.
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She leisurely strolled back to the castle, sniggering to herself at how easy it had been to wind Sirius up into a tight spring.
Her smirk dropped somewhat though, when she contemplated the bigger picture. What a shitshow.
She was slap-bang in the middle of the biggest cliché the fates had ever created. Best friend really fancies best friend, but won’t admit it in case it either doesn’t work out and/or ruins the friendship. Yeah... that old chestnut.
Sighing, she made her way to the Gryffindor common room, spotting Lily and Mary on their favourite corner sofa. She plopped herself down next to them, instantly becoming enmeshed in the girlie gossip which was currently in progress.
However her mind drifted to the beginning of that school year, their sixth, when she and Sirius had met up again after the summer holidays on the Hogwarts Express. She’d been frankly amazed at the change in him after such a short time.
From awkward, gawky schoolboy to man-god in the space of a couple of months.
She learned from him that he’d run away from Grimmauld Place at the beginning of the holidays and was now living at the Potters’. She was very glad to hear that, knowing what he’d gone through at the hands of his parents. He certainly seemed to be thriving there, having apparently sprouted quite a bit over the summer.
Everything about him suddenly seemed long & slim. Long legs and arms, with big hands and big feet to match. Long slim fingers. Long slim feet & toes which she stared at, fascinated, every time she caught a glimpse of them.
She’d instantly known that their friendship would change in future. She’d never thought of Sirius as anything except a little schoolboy buddy, but over the summer he’d emerged from his post-pubescent chrysalis as a hot, sexy teenager with shoulder-length hair, designer stubble and attitude with a capital A.
He’d always attracted a fair bit of female attention over the years. He’d never really acted on it though, too caught up in Marauders mischief to care.
But holy hell...now? All the girlies were going to go batshit crazy over him.
He’d also - right there on the train no less! - boxed her into a corner and immediately started flirting up a storm, which had mildly terrified her. This was the guy who, only two months before, had been a kind of surrogate brother figure in her life for the previous 5 years.
Now he was making sexual innuendoes and inviting her into his bed every five minutes. She just couldn’t figure out his agenda.
As predicted, at the start of term, the Hogwarts female population - irrespective of year - quickly lined up behind Sirius and adoringly dogged his every footstep. As did a fair proportion of the male population, it has to be said.
Sirius quickly accepted his new-found godlike status & revelled in it. Flirting his way around school and through classes and meals. Getting caught in broom closets, empty classrooms and corridors, snogging for Britain.
It was only 4 weeks into the new term and she already found it all mildly disgusting. Hence she’d decided to knock the flirtatious idiot back down a peg or two every chance she got.
However, his flirting behaviour with her hadn’t dialled back at all, if anything it had increased, and this is what she was pondering on.
Her name was suddenly yelled right into her face. Lily was staring at her as if she was an alien.
“Uh, sorry - what?”
“We’ve been waiting on you to answer Mary’s question, for like, 15 minutes.”
“Oh shut up! I just zoned out for a minute or two.”
Mary sniggered, “And no prizes for guessing who the subject matter of said zoning out was!!”
She sighed. “OK, OK, alright - yes - it was Sirius.”
Scoffing noises from her friends.
“Look - I just can’t get my head round the way he’s still behaving towards me. Flirting & shit.”
She shook her head, and continued, “This was my annoying little ‘school brother’ 3 months ago! So he’s either had a brain meltdown and actually fancies me, or else he’s practicing all that crap on me to then use on his fan girls! And let’s be honest, one reason’s as bad as the other!”
They both exchanged significant looks, grinning at each other.
She huffed, “What’s wrong now?! I’ve just told you what’s on my mind!”
“Can you, hand on heart, swear you don’t fancy the pants off Sirius?” asked Lily.
“Look, I can see why girls find him attractive, yeah. But you’re forgetting that for five years, he was...”
“Yeah, yeah,” interrupted Mary, rolling her eyes, “..your surrogate little brother.”
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Mary-Kate Olsen's Singular Style
She came to fame as a twin, but the actress's cultish look is entirely her own. Here, with Lauren Hutton, she pays homage to another fashion inspiration, Grey Gardens.
Written by Laura Brown, with photography by Peter Lindbergh (Harper's Bazaar, 2007)
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Mary-Kate Olsen may be the only young actress who breezes into her local Starbucks wearing towering, fashion-fierce Balenciaga boots, who arrives at her latest premiere (in Mary-Kate's case, for the new season of Showtime's Weeds, in which she plays a devout Christian with a pot fetish) sporting an oversize cross, and whose favorite band is Led Zeppelin. She may, in fact, be the only young actress who knows who Led Zeppelin is.
MK, as she is known to her friends and family, is also a punctual and professional sort. She arrives for a poolside tea in Los Angeles 10 minutes early, ordering a hot chocolate while explaining her fetish for all things sweet — "I'm a candy girl, like Tootsie Rolls and Swedish Fish" — and objecting when the waiter tries to take the sugar bowl away. She is wearing a nautical striped T-shirt (her mom's, from the '70s), tucked into two black Wolford slips rolled down and turned into a tight, Robert-Palmer-video-style mini, and multicolored sparkly Christian Louboutin stilettos. She's just had her hair colored, returning to a sunnier shade after some experiments with both peroxide ("I woke up one morning and was like, I want white-trash hair today") and the dark side (an auburn-haired near-Goth moment last year). She's carrying a large black fringed leather Prada tote — she doesn't do small bags — and her fingers are covered with rings, most notably two vintage coiled gold snakes stacked on top of each other. ("They remind me of twins, sort of double headed.") Altogether, the effect is less her famed "bag-lady chic" than an edgy, body-conscious, and, yes, sexy silhouette. If she weren't 21, she could be 40. And French.
Few people need reminding that Mary-Kate — with her twin sister, Ashley — literally crawled into celebrity aged nine months (courtesy of Full House) and has not been out of the spotlight ever since. She has been a celebrity for more than two decades. Perhaps that's one reason she seems as if she came out of the womb worldly, the textbook old soul. "Yeah," she says with a small shrug. "I get that a lot."
With all of that attention and all of the money (her and Ashley's company, Dualstar, has famously become a "billion-dollar business"), Mary-Kate could easily have ended up the type who wears pink terry cloth and carries a variety of small dogs. "Could you imagine?" she says with the politest version of a snort. "No way." She credits her exceptionally close-knit family (she has five siblings) and, interestingly, early stardom with helping her keep her perspective. "I think it helped that I started in front of the camera, so it didn't come as a shock. If I was a teenager and was thrown into the spotlight, I don't know how I would react, to be honest."
Though the tabloids are all too keen to brand her a skinny, nervous deer in the headlights, in person Mary-Kate is easy in her skin, confident and surprisingly tactile, curling up in her seat and touching you on the arm to make a point. She laments the generic style of most actresses and cites only men as style inspirations: "Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp. Men, they just dress the way they want, and they don't think about Who Wore It Best." She doesn't much care for Who Wore It Best, noting she avoids those pages by "wearing vintage so often. I just dress the way I feel instead of looking for what's the new handbag."
If Mary-Kate and Ashley have their way, more people will be wearing clothes and carrying bags the way they do. They have just shown the fifth collection of their ready-to-wear line, the Row, and recently launched a contemporary label, Elizabeth and James, named after a sister and a brother. The Row's holiday collection (in stores next month) is a slick mix of skinny leather pants, razor-cut blazers, butter-soft, slouchy tees, and a destined-to-be-cultish pullover fur. Lauren Hutton, who stars in the Row's Spring '08 look book, says, "The clothes are extraordinary. A man I was with just loved them. The pieces are just so genius, soft like a baby's skin. Simple minimalist stuff, but really spectacular."
Mary-Kate, designer, faces an interesting challenge. She has to marry Dualstar — which has made its fortune selling tween-tastic DVDs and pastel Mary-Kate and Ashley T-shirts at Wal-Mart — with her increasingly edgy and subversive taste. Dualstar executives, some of whom have worked with her since she was a child, often nag her, mom-style, about pulling her hair back "or wearing a color," she says with a laugh. "I had this event recently, and I was like, They're going to be so happy that I'm wearing ... purple. I actually have to think about those things, though, you know, so I don't get trashed."
Get trashed sometimes she does. Hutton says, "Once in a while, she'll wear something and I'll think, Oh, baby doll, take another look. But to have the bravery, to take the chance to do that, is pretty wonderful. She is making her own way, which is hardly ever done in Hollywood." Of Mary-Kate's penchant for gigantic Balenciaga heels, Jenji Kohan, the creator of Weeds, says, laughing, "I'd be like, 'It's Tuesday. Do you really want to be wearing those shoes?' But she pulls it off." Designer Giambattista Valli, a friend, says, "She likes to take risks, but because she has such strong personal style, she always manages to make it work. Even if she had nothing on, she'd have style."
And MK chic is spreading. "Sometimes I'll look at people or at a magazine and I'll do a double take because I'm like, Oh, my God, that's my outfit, but that's not me," Mary-Kate says. Playing with her wire-rimmed aviators, she jokes wryly that she should have bought shares in Ray-Ban. (She and Chloë Sevigny pretty much brought back white '80s Wayfarers.) She tends to fall in love with a look, then wear it until she's done. "If I put together a good outfit, I'll wear it for three days and then switch it up with a blazer," she says. "I still love my vintage jeans, my tights, and my pants, though." She didn't start wearing heels, in fact, until a couple of years ago: "I kept watching Ashley walk around in them so gracefully, and I'm such a klutz. But I ended up loving heels, and I don't usually take them off." She wears precisely one pair of flat shoes: Chanel's knee-high patent-leather gladiator sandals.
This season, it's Balenciaga's fall collection — all of it — that has Mary-Kate obsessed. She is close to designer Nicolas Ghesquière and says, "He is so talented, but he's the nicest, most down-to-earth guy, and that makes everything he does more brilliant. I bought everything, but I haven't got anything yet," she says like a girl impatiently waiting for Christmas. Will she wear the new pieces with her infamous clodhopper boots? "Uh-huh. Wore them the other day, actually."
Mary-Kate always goes with her gut, even if some people (back to those tabloids) don't quite get it. "The tabloids say things about me? What do they say?" she asks archly. "People are going to write what they want, and everyone's going to have their own idea of who I am. But I'm not trying to be friends with the people who are reading them, really." After a rough couple of years filled with near-forensic scrutiny of her weight, she'll have you know that she does eat. "This is not going to sound good," she laughs, "but I like making crispy tofu sticks with peanut sauce. I love my sashimi and my salmon and my vegetables." She observes, "Stress plays a big role in how I look day-to-day. I've always been very active — Pilates, yoga. I grew up horseback riding every day for hours. I love dancing. I usually last longer than anyone on the dance floor."
A common image of Mary-Kate has her emerging from a coffee joint with an oversize cup. "I always get creamed for having my Starbucks cup," she says, sighing. "But the only time people get photos of me is when I'm getting coffee, when I can't sneak away from the camera." She also resents the pictorial implication that she and Ashley are dilettantes. "They take photos of us going into our offices, and it's 'Mary-Kate and Ashley shopping again.' But I'm going to work for eight hours, and we're working so hard. ..." She trails off. "It just shows how people want to think of you."
Mary-Kate is not above celeb watching herself, however. Newly obsessed with Victoria Beckham, she notes she avidly watched Beckham's Coming to America documentary: "She's running around in a bikini and heels, and I'm like, Oh, my God! I do that, too!" How positively Grey Gardens. "I run around my house naked with heels all the time. It's so funny. All my friends will tell you I love running around in kimonos and jewelry or naked with jewelry."
More people will be watching Mary-Kate soon, thanks to her role in the Emmy-nominated Weeds. "I am a very good Christian girl," she says with a wink. "She has her moral beliefs — and she happens to smoke pot." Of her newest cast member, Kohan adds, "Mary-Kate is complicated. She's a big celebrity, a huge media icon, but you have to separate the media images from someone who has the same issues, the same desires, as anyone else."
Of course, Mary-Kate's image, in all its incarnations — from high fashion to small screen — is her strongest asset. And she has yet to settle on one. "I feel like I've lived 10 different lives already and I'm only 21," she says, almost as a reminder to herself. "But I also feel like I'm entering a new chapter."
One thing on which she is clear, though: She doesn't need to be looked at all the time. What would she do for a day if she were invisible? "I would probably go to a restaurant with my friends, who would be able to see me, of course," she adds pragmatically, "and I would sit outside and enjoy a nice lunch with them. Then I would walk down the street."
The old soul takes a sip of her little-girl-sweet hot chocolate. "That's what I would do."
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