!warning! Stevo Levy x Reader, talk about sex alcohol and drugs. From SLC PUNK. Enjoy!

Oh Stevo, sweet, kinda dumb Stevo. He wouldn't let it show that it actually hurt when he walked in on Sandy fucking with another guy at Chris's house. Why? Cause that was for posers! He couldn't act like he was in love!

Little did he know, that someone had always had feelings for him. You, you were always there for him. Always hung out with Heroin Bob, Mike, Sandy and Stevo. You admired him. The way he would say what he thinks to anyone without caring what they would say back. Was it stupid at some points? Yeah, very.

You knew that there was something about him, the way he graduated college with a high GPA, and it was great! But he always wanted to have this act like he didn't care. But, you had a feeling that deep down he did care.

So, here you were. Helping him re-dye his hair blue while he rants to you about how Heroin Bob is a poser for saying he loves Trish. "I mean come on man! Love is for posers!" he looks at you in the mirror "I know I told him I was sorry for calling him a poser but its true! If you fall in love your a poser! Right?"

With a sigh, you set down the brush and dye, walk around to stand in front of him and lean against the sink "Look, Stevo I gotta get something off my chest." he straightens up, as much as he could and look at you. "Yeah?" Taking a deep breath and chewing your nails you look away then at him, dead in the eyes.

"I like you. I don't care if it makes me a god damn poser, but its the damn truth! I love you even! I admire you! The way you say what you want and take what you want! I love it like I love you!"

He just looks up at you then scoffs, standing at his full height. " fucking poser..." He leans down to you're height.

"I love you too y/n."

"Fucking poser...*

Sorry its so bad and short😬 my brain is fried I'm mixing a bunch of Mathew Millard characters. Have a lovely day/night!

!warning! Eminem/Slimshady/Marshall (whatever you prefer) X reader. Real person fan fic, may not be the best but its alright🙆

You were pissed. You had just gotten fired from your job because unfortunately your boss said he wanted someone 'cuter' working as secretary so he just cut you off and gave you your last check, like the last 10 years of your hard work was nothing.

So there you were, cupcake batter spilled everywhere. Your apron, counter, floor, and sink. You already made 26 cupcakes and were still going. What were you going to do with all of them? Who knows. Nate would probably come by and steal some.

As you pour some batter into cupcake tins you don't notice the front door opening. "Damn baby, it looks like you murdered the muffin man in here." You don't even look up until you stop as his hands met your waist.

"Who pissed you off?" This wasn't the first time he came home to you angry baking but he hasn't seen you bake this much before. You turn to look at him and see the tiredness in his eyes. With a light pout you look down and murmur. "my boss fired me today for someone cuter..."

He pauses and lifts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. "Cuter? Then you? Y/N baby, your the cutest there is."

He grabs one of the frosted cupcakes and pops some of it in your mouth. "I mean look, your baking all this in your cute lil' apron I bought you lookin cute just in general."

you swallow the bite of cupcake and he kisses your jaw, then your cheek then your lips. "I can provide for you baby, if you really want a job you can follow me around as my assistant at the studio. Sit on my lap and shi' as I work."

!warning! Rafe Cameron x Reader!... And that's it 🤷

You loved jewellery, no doubt in that. A huge holder holding a mix match of rings, necklaces, bracelets, and then his ring. A ring connected to a necklace. One he gave you when you started dating. One that claimed you to be his and only his.

He didn't mind that you were a pogue, the only part he did mins was that you were a Maybank, and that the pogues were trying to convince you that he wasn't a good fit for you and that he was bad for you. They got in your head and you started ignoring him for a few days, then it turned into a week, ignoring his phone calls and messages.

So, here you were. He picked you up without really giving you a chance and now you sat with him in his bed soft sheets touching your skin. His forefinger and thumb held the ring connected to the tight chain around your neck. "you know what this is?"

"This is the proof your mine. No matter what those damn pogues say."

"Rafe-" "no." He cuts you off pulling you in his Lap. "This is my ring. Around your neck. The neck connected to the body I own. You promised they wouldn't get to you Y/N."

You give a small sigh with a pout, he was right, it was dumb, kooks hated pogues, pogues hated kooks. "I know but-"

"You love me right?" you nod slightly and he lets go of the ring. "Thats what this is. Shows your love for me. So don't ignore me again. Alright?" "Alright Rafe"

He gives a soft rare smile and kisses the top of your forehead his hand sliding to your waist to pull you closer. "Good."

!warning! Modo x reader, from the movie Goat, not my best but enjoy!🙆💍

You were Maine's sibling, did you hate it? Yes. Yes you did. He was terrible, and he hated you in a way when he noticed the way you looked at the cold blooded animal on the Thorns team. Did you care about how he thought? No. Absolutely fucking not.

This was Modo, he was hot, nice, and kinda a freak in a way. Which you loved, you loved how he moved around the court, his accent and piercings. Speaking of piercings you were getting a nose piercing at the moment. Well waiting for it. And people noticed you, I mean you were twins with Maine, not really any difference apart.

But the people in this small town knew you were better than Maine so they were kind enough and soft on you. To piss off main, and too show that his antics were dumb and horrible you always wore thorns merch, right now wearing a hoodie that resembles Modo's jersey.

You hear the bell to the door go off as the door opens but you don't look up from your phone, you hear a few people gasp and the person next to you takes out their phone. You hear the door open over and over again and finally look up seeing a bunch of people in Modo merch recording on their phones.

Confused, you stand up and look around through all the Modo fans and tap one of them on the shoulder to whom the person looks at you and their eyes go wide. "Hi, sorry but what's all the commotion about?-" the person you tapped squeals and yells out. "A mid star and a huge star are in here! Modo and Y/N!" a few people nearby turn and record finally making room for you to see.

And there he was. Modo. In all.glory leaning against the counter on his phone with his tongue flicking out every now and then. When he notices his fans looking at he he looks up and his grin pops up on his face as he pockets his phone. "Maine's twin, wearing modo merch? Y/N must like modo? I mean Modo is Icon."

He slithers closer to you his tail wrapping around your waist. "Hey Modo, it's been a while." He nods and flicks his tongue. "since modo's team beat the dumb horse brother of yours."

"Yes, what would roarball be without you?" He shakes his head and leans in closer. "Without me? Without modo, y/n, roarball would not exist without modo."

"And neither will you. Modo will take you to diner, we eat eagles yes?" You blink and stare at him confused waiting for him to say he was joking or not but when he just stares and flicks his tongue you just laugh and nod your head. "Yeah we can eat eagles, as long as they don't taste like shit."

"Modo promises no shit eagles."

!warning! JJ Maybank x reader, slight MA not totally bad, not the best but do enjoy!

You were great at your job, maybe even professional. You were a photographer for kooks and pogues, you yourself were a pogue. Having to deal with snobby kooks and wild pogues would seem rough but you didn't care cause the people loved the photos, whether it was a photo shoot, family photo or photo Id.

It paid pretty fucking great. So here you were cleaning your camera as you wait for your next customer. Then BAM doors slammed open loud as fuck against the wall of the small warehouse you rented, and there he stood. JJ maybank.

Crazy lively pogue. Always known for getting in trouble, someone you've had a crush on for a while but hid it. "JJ May bank at your service madam, here for my photo ID" he yells out waving around some crumpled one dollar bills.

"Alright go ahead and sit down on the stool, I'll have it ready in a sec." you focus on setting up the camera as he sits up on the stool, cigarette hanging from his mouth, lighter in his hand.

Once you had finished setting up you turn to look up at him. "Ready when you are!" He nods and looks at the camera, you put your finger on the picture option/ "smile!" With that he smiles when the flash goes off, you look over the photo as he stands from the stole.

"Come see if you like this" He walks over standing right behind you, his breath on your neck as he looks over the picture with a grin on his face. "I look sexy, I love it Y/N"

He hands you the few crumbled bucks as you print out his photo ID and hand it to him. "Give me a call alright?"

You look at him confused as he leaves looking down at the cash one of the bills had his phone number on it. Damn that maybank for being so damn hot.

!warning! Murdoc x reader, gorillaz.... Thats all, now enjoy if you can! 🙃

It was about one a.m, crickets chirping from outside, all the lights in Kong studio were turned off, everyone asleep except for you and a certain green man.

His bass was sounded low in his room, the reruns from him playing for feel good inc. You lay in his bed on top of the red silk Egyptian sheets, when the door creams open with his loud old sounding voice breaking the quiet. "Awh hell my back hurts luv!"

He groans as he walks over to the bed hovering till he gives you a squinted look then flicks his hand "scoot Y/N." With a sigh you scoot over and he sits down then pulls you onto his lap, his long fingernails digging into the flesh of your thighs.

"you been good today?" His raspy voice cuts the silence again, you nod and he lightly kisses your nose, to you lips, chin, jaw all the way to the collarbone of your neck. He notices your small and tiny shift as he does so, and he grins against your skin.

"Feel good?"

!warnings! Rafe Cameron x Reader, outer banks (obx) do enjoy! And make any requests for any fandoms! I'll try my best! 🙃

You were mad. No, mad was an understatement, you were pissed. Rafe had just hosted a party at his house which he now owns to himself now. Everything was going good, you were talking to the fake friends of kooks you had. When you looked over and there it was.

Rafe. With three girls hanging off him like monkeys hanging off a tree. You thought you were going to lose it. Sure you and him weren't official but you could still be mad. Right? Wrong! He whispered sweet nothings to you like he wouldn't to any other girl! He even held t ur hand for crying out loud!

Once he finally notices your death glare on him and the three girls he looks up at you with a grin and a look in his eye like he knew what he was doing. "Asshole." you murmur under your breath as you turn away, grab two drinks, and head up to the balcony to stare at the sky and drink away your anger.

Not even ten minutes later you finished the two drinks, found a few more and finished those, completely drunk now. Without hearing any type of foot steps a hand was placed on your shoulder, you look up. Rafe.

"Hey baby, you get enough to drink?" He had a sweet mocking tone, ypu scoff and pull away. "Yeah, I did mr. I let random chicks touch me." your voice was slurred as you spoke. He stalks over to you and crouched down to your height.

"you jelly baby?" he murmured right into your ear making you get that tingling feeling. "No. I'm not. I don't give a shit at all actually." He slides his hand under your chin to tilt your head up. "You're a liar Y/N, you know I don't like liars."

He softly kisses your lips then pulls back to look at you. "You still love me?" You scoff and look away. "No." He sighs and grabs your chin and makes you face him again "what did I just say about liars?"

!warning! Eddie Munson x Reader, definitely not my best fanfic! But still enjoy!

What would happen if you were caught with the freak of the school? Especially since you were one of the most popular students. No you didn't really like all the attention, plus Eddie actually listened to you other than the rich snobs at school.

So, here you are, sitting on a bench in the woods with Eddie Munson, the towns freak. "Y/N, you hear me?" that snaps you out of your thoughts. "sorry, what did you say?" You look up at him and you couldn't help but stare, he was naturally good looking and didn't seem to put time into it like Jason and the other jocks would.

"Why is a popular kid like you, out here with a nut like me?" He had been standing across from you on the other side of the bench as you had been sitting down, he leans down into a crouch with a raised brow. "well... To be honest, I feel more open around you. You aren't fake like the snobs at school that like to call themselves my friend."

He hums as he drums his fingers on the Wooden table part of the bench, he stands back up straight then goes to the side your on and lifts you up, sets you down on the ground so you're both now standing.

He grabs a hold of your shoulders and looks you in the eye. "you trust me Y/N?" You look back into his eyes and nod, to that he grins and starts running while having hold of your hand now, basically dragging you along as he ran farther into the woods.

He lead you all the way up a small mountain hill, it gave a view that could have you see over the forest trees and be able to see all the buildings in town. "It's beautiful up here." go murmur under your breath.

He looks at you then back at the setting that was in front of you both. "You gonna trust me for another thing?" You nod again and he grins and looks you in the eye. "Then lets jump!" he grabs a hold of you having you jump with him, you let out a scream that soon turns into a laugh as you both hit a pile of mattresses that were laying on the forests floor.

!warnings! Murdoc niccals x Reader, Gorillaz, drunk murdoc for this = soft murdoc at least to reader. Enjoy😊!

A green snaggled tooth demon, yes it's true, he was your lover. Though he could be rude sometimes (all the time). He had a soft spot for you. So here you were, in his bed, on his red silk sheets sitting on his lap as he sat up against the headboard shoulders hunched as he held your face with both of his hands, long nails slightly poking into your skin.

"Ya are so *hic* lovely..." he murmured into your skin as he pressed his lips onto your neck making you chuckle lightly "didn't know you got so clingy and soft when drunk, A surprise for me." As he was about to drunkenly answer the door cracked open very slightly, 2D poking his head in.

"Y/N? Can ya help me with Noodle she-" "They're busy two dents." Murdoc's rough voice cut him off causing you to look at him. "Be nice Muddz." He slowly turns to look at you "only for you."

!warning! JJ Maybank x Reader, not the best fanfic, Outer banks/obx

Please enjoy! 🙃 and I take any requests! 😊

Pougelandia, nice ring to it right? An island just for you and your friends. A place that you got away from the judgement of your parents, kooks, or even other pouges. Sure people thought you were all crazy, pouges finding gold and it being stolen? Then it basically doesn't even exist and we all just made a lie. But why would we do that?

This is what you all needed. A break, A vacation, A place that you wanted to call home. Then all of a sudden bam! Right as you were about to confess you didn't want to leave to the group, Sarah spotted a plane flying in the air over the ocean.

Cleo and Pope run up the mountains and hills going to the pre made light that you just had to light up and it was the perfect help signal, John B, Kiara and Sarah went out of the small cave and started yelling, screaming, jumping and waving their arms around.

JJ didn't go to help either pair, he stayed back with you. Kicking up sand as he walked over to you and sat on a boulder. "What are you going to do when we get back?" He had a stick in his hand that he drew lines in the sand with.

With a scoff of a laugh you look up at the cave walls. "I don't know if I want to leave. This is my freedom, no yelling, no getting caught in a gold heist, its freedom."

he turns to slowly look at you and a soft smile appeared on his face, something way different then his usual cocky smirk. "Then lets make a deal."

"What kind of deal?" You turn to fully look at him and he does the same. "We go back home grab absolutely everything we need, go on one more search to beat Rafes ass to get Popes cross back, then we take a boat back here and were king and Queen of pougelandia!"

i do:

Eddsworld

Gorillaz

Outer banks

Victorious

The amazing digital circus

The black phone

Stranger things

!Warning! This is Rafe Cameron x Reader and is my first fan fic, so please spare me if it's horrible, and enjoy if you will! 💪😌

It was Friday morning, your alarm going off for work. Sitting up you stretch out your arms and look to your side, it was empty. Getting up with a sigh you shut off your alarm and walk downstairs to the kitchen seeing Rafe asleep on the couch.

Red wine spilled on the floor from the glass that must've slipped from his hand. You go into the kitchen grabbing your favorite coffee mug placing it under the coffee machine.

With a small sigh you grab a wash cloth and carpet cleaner, walking over to the couch and kneeling down in front of it and started scrubbing. "Babe..." Rafe's voice reached your ears but you ignored him. "Y/N, look at me."

You continue scrubbing, the couch shifting with him as he sat up, his hand going from your head to the back of your neck making you look at him. "You mad at me baby?" He murmurs, leaning in to whisper into your ear. You scoff and look at him.

"Of course I'm mad Rafe! You were out all night doing drugs!" He rolls his eyes and grabs your chin leaning in to kiss you, but you pull his hand off and stand. "No kisses." You mutter as you walk to the kitchen, grabbing your coffee and walk back upstairs, leaving Rafe to watch your body disappear up the staircase.

A few minutes later the bedroom door opened showing Rafe standing there. He watches as you sit on the bed sliding your shoes on. "You aren't going to work." You look at him with a sideways glance. "And why wouldn't I?" He pushes off the door frame and walks over crouching in front of You, pushing a piece of hair back.

"I don't want you leaving while your still mad at me." He pauses and grabs your chin. "Plus. I want my morning kiss." "Rafe, I really have to go to work-" "not till I make it up to you."

He stands up and walks over to your shared closet, grabbing two pairs of his shorts and one of his shirts. He takes his own shirt off and trades his shorts for new ones, tossing the large shirt and shorts at you. "Go change."

You grab the clothes and sigh. He wouldn't let you leave till he got what he wanted, so you stand and change. Once finished he picks you up and tosses you onto the bed, following after and pulling you to lay on top of him. "Can I get a kiss now?"

You turn to look at him still on top of him now chest to chest. "I'm still mad." He sits up against the headboard and pulls you up with him. He runs his hands through your hair. "Y/N I swear it won't happen again."

He looked at you with a pleading look, one he rarely showed to anyone. "I love you." He murmurs against your skin as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

here is what I would know to write..

Gorillaz

Victorious

The black phone

Outer banks

The amazing digital circus