Jatt - Every StarfallMatt spread his arms, draping them over the back of the couch as he released a groan. The tension in his muscles was unbearable; a low, somewhat electrical tenderness that jolted through his every nerve whenever he moved too suddenly.Jatt - Every Starfall in General Fiction More Like This
It was hell, to the say the least, especially because Matt prided himself on being a bit of a neat-freak and his soreness prevented him from cleaning up the tour bus.
"Brian!" he called into the bunk area, where he could hear his lead guitarist and friend shuffling through clothes. "Hey, do you think you could - "
"Don't you dare ask me to tidy something up for you," was Brian's clipped, curt reply.
Matt blinked and shifted just the slightest, turning his head in order to shoot a glare toward the bunkroom.
"What the hell?" he said sharply. He wasn't offended, just a little upset that his band mates refused to help him when he ached so badly that he couldn't walk without crying out. "All I wanted you to do was grab that magazine Arin threw on the floor ear
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Synyster slid the end of a cigarette between his lips, eyes drooping lazily. He gazed out across the yard as he lit the end of the slender fag. A cloud of smoke wafted into the heavy spring air around him almost instantly.
He slid the lighter back into the pocket of his leather jacket and glanced over at Zacky, who was bent studiously over the guitar in his lap. Lines of concentration creased his forehead as he focused on tightening the strings of the Schecter to just the right level. His teeth worried his full lower lip, digging into the flesh between his silver snakebite piercing. Glossy black hair fell into his lowered green eyes, obscuring the brightly-colored irises from view.
Synyster watched him quietly. He looked so serious, with his jaw set tight and a shallow crease between his brow. His fingers worked smoothly across his Schecter's strings.
"Want a smoke?" Synyster asked abru
Brimmy - SummershineThe sweltering California sun appeared embossed against its backdrop of crisp, flawless cornflower-blue. Heat radiated from the distant golden orb, pouring across the streets of Huntington Beach like a miracle in the wake of dreary spring weather.Brimmy - Summershine in Fan Fiction More Like This
Brian peered into the rivulets of shimmering gold that spilled across his hometown with a sigh. His irises seemed to sparkle and glint, reflecting the sunlight like unnamable gems as a smile parted his face. Summer had been his absolute favorite season for close to thirty years, and even the fact that he had a mountainous pile of dishware to attend to couldn't tear the grin of childish delight from his mouth.
"It was 1989. My thoughts were short, my hair was long," Brian crooned, hands sweeping elegantly across the sea of food-encrusted plates and ancient silverware heaped within the sink. "Caught somewhere between a boy and man. He was seventeen, and he was far from in-between "
"It was summertime in northern
Brimmy - Heaven's Not Too FarJimmy's footsteps echoed through the alleyway, his sneakers scraping worn pavement and hands shoved into the depths of his hip pockets. His head was ducked against a nonexistent wind; strands of midnight curled around his cheeks and dipped into the collar of his leather jacket.Brimmy - Heaven's Not Too Far in Romance More Like This
"Stupid birthday," he grumbled, kicking at a crushed soda can. "Stupid friends, stupid loneliness, stupid Jimmy, stupid expectations."
Despite the venom of his words, his heart felt as though it was a replica of that aluminum can, now lying beyond a row of trash bins that overflowed with garbage. It had been mangled beyond possible repair, crumpled and broken, squeezed by the fist of ignorant hope and unanswered dreams.
"What a great thirty-first " Jimmy's voice was soft with hurt, as he turned out of the alley and onto a street that appeared empty besides the occasional shop owner cleaning their steps.
It was nearing seven o' clock in the evening, and the sun had burnt the sky a crisp orange hue shaded wit
Wincest - Firefly NightsFingers brushed summer-cinnamon skin and Sam traced the swirl of ink that spiraled around his brother's bicep. Midnight against tan; a ring of small, intricate coils that stretched each time muscle rippled beneath flesh.Wincest - Firefly Nights in General Fiction More Like This
"What are you doing, Sammy?" His voice was a mumble; sleep-drugged and as heavy as the warm Florida air.
It took Sam back to the days of their childhood when Dean could pretend that everything was all right. He would read him children's books, on places as far away as Iceland or as close to home as Kansas, and then they would sneak into the backyard of whatever ramshackle hotel their father had shipped them to and roll through the grass, swing from low tree branches, and dream that they were far away. Wherever they wanted to be. Wherever they didn't have to worry about hiding.
Dean lifted himself onto his elbows. He looked as at home lying shirtless in a hammock as he did sprawled across one of Bobby's spare beds, and Sam's liquid fern-green eyes traced down
Jimohnny - Beautiful NightmareFor the amazing ReanimatedXero, who requested fluffy Jimohnny. I hope you like it!Jimohnny - Beautiful Nightmare in Fan Fiction More Like This
Darkness. A piercing, suffocating oblivion of endless black. It pressed down on Johnny's chest like a physical weight, something pulsing and murderous.
He sucked in a breath, tasted the tang of copper and rot on the air. Wild thoughts spun through his head; Where am I? What am I doing here? What's that smell? Am I dead?
Something skittered through the air past his face. Johnny reached out blindly, hands arcing through empty darkness. He felt nothing, couldn't hear anything past the wild thrum of blood in his ears. Cold prickled at the bare skin of his arms and face.
"Hello?" Johnny called timidly. His voice was hoarse and cracked, as though he had just woken from a dead sleep. That odd, sharp metallic taste attacked his taste buds as he opened his mouth again. It was odd, the flavor of something he distinctly remembered, and yet he couldn't put a name to it.
Silence answered his timid p
Brimmy - Lovesick, Part 1"Look at that cloud! Little outcast cloud, thinkin' it's better than all the other clouds just 'cause it's different."Brimmy - Lovesick, Part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Brian shifted his gaze from the pinstriped Schecter that was propped against his thighs. One hand rested on the neck of the freshly polished guitar, while the other reached up to shift his fedora further over chocolate eyes.
"What are you rambling about now, Jimmy?" he asked, the corners of his delicate lips twitching into a smile.
"That cloud up there! There are all these big, puffy white clouds just floating along and stuff, and then this little weirdo cloud has to go and be all gray and swollen and sad. It's weird, dude."
Brian tilted his head back.
The sky stretched above them for miles, a deep cornflower blue that appeared molten in its smoothness. Dotted across the surface were huge ivory pools, clouds that grouped together to form what seemed somewhat like mountains. And amongst those soft, bleached-white curves drifted a single strip of hazy gray; it was more o
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The Styrofoam cup held close between Matthew's scarred, masculine palms was warm. From within radiated a delicious heat, spilling outward and filling his palms like liquefied comfort. He sipped delicately at its rim, relishing in the burn of freshly brewed coffee as it scalded his tongue.
"Coffee addict, much?" Zacky laughed, and Matt shot his boyfriend an incredulous glare over the complimentary hotel cup.
"Obviously," he murmured, one chiseled hip propped offhandedly against the doorframe that led into the bathroom. His eyes were soft; pools of rich, molten gold framed by the sweep of fine lashes. They slid predatorily over each curve, dip, and slender line of the rhythm guitarist sprawled across their neatly-made hotel bed.
Zacky's brow arched, his mouth tilting into a curve of lustful amusement.
"See something you like, darling?" he purred, voice low and lisping in the wake of Matt's husky Californian drawl.
A quiet, rumbling laugh escaped the vocalist's throat. "Yeah," he said che
Jatt - UnspokenMatt pressed the phone to his ear with a sigh of exhaustion. It had been buzzing and ringing on his bedside table nonstop for five minutes, ignored by the vocalist, but the noise had become too much to handle after a while.Jatt - Unspoken in General Fiction More Like This
"Hello?" he answered gruffly.
There was a quiet, fumbling shuffle. Then, brightly: "Matty!"
Matt blinked. The trilling tones and loud, lisping voice of his best friend caused a smile to curl over his mouth.
"Hey, Jimmy," he sighed. "Something wrong?"
"Why would anything be wrong?" Jimmy snorted, "I just wanted to call my favorite cuddly giant and see how he's doing! Is that such a crime?"
"You're drunk," Matt deadpanned, although he couldn't suppress the soft shiver of laughter in his own voice.
Jimmy burst into a fit of cackling. It was easy to picture the drummer in Matt's mind; silver-blue eyes crinkled in a grin, teeth gleaming brilliantly as he laughed. He shuffled the phone noisily between his hands as the alcohol-induced amusement died away.
"Always," he sigh