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lvndrfucks · 3 months ago

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Hi! I love your wallows fics sm!! I have a request for Cole and can you do one where the girl is a rockstar of her own band, I’m talking like beabadoobee aesthetic type of girl! Thank you!🤍🪽

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆we go together like the gum on my shoes｡˚🎤𖤐🪽

You first rose to fame after uploading a silly song on the internet. You didn’t think it would go viral overnight, and you certainly didn’t expect to be signed onto a record label because of it. Since then, you’ve made more music and have performed at a few festivals and events. Now, you were planning your first ever tour.

There was a bit of a debacle trying to choose your opening act until you decided to ask the fans. After hours of listening to music, there was one band that really stuck out to you. They were already pretty popular, but you had already become a fan of their music just by listening to one song.

So, you decided to contact them.

It was the first show on tour. You could hardly sleep the night before from excitement and nerves, so getting up early was a little difficult with only four hours of sleep. You still managed to put on a smile, though.

“Good morning,” you greeted the opening act band.

“Morning. Ready for tonight,” Braeden asked with a smile.

“Yeah. It’s your big night,” Dylan added.

You sighed. “I’m a little nervous, but I know that’s normal.”

“You’re gonna do great,” Cole assured.

You grinned at him gratefully. “Have you guys done soundcheck yet?”

“We’re about to go up right now. Are you gonna watch?”

“Yeah. I’m just going to make some coffee first.”

“Oh,” Cole revealed a second coffee cup, “I already made you some.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Thank you. Is there—“

“Two sugars, three creamers.”

He knew your coffee order.

Off to the side, Braeden and Dylan exchanged knowing glances and left you two for the moment.

You took the coffee from Cole and sipped lightly, also trying to hide the wide set smile growing on your face.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” you said.

Cole waved his hand. “I mean, I was a barista once.” You chuckled as the two of you walked out of the green room.

Since meeting the members of Wallows, the boys and the rest of the band had been very kind and sweet. You got along with all of them right off the bat. Since they had more experience touring and such, you often went to them for advice or any second thoughts. They were always helpful with their feedback to ensure everything went smoothly.

It was fun watching them perform. They all had that naturally confident stage presence. You always found yourself observing from the side. No matter how many times you heard the same songs being played, you didn’t think it was possible to get sick of them.

During a small break, Cole beckoned you over with a wave. The rest of the guys were busy with their own things as you walked over.

“Have you ever played drums,” he asked.

You shook your head. “I barely know a simple rythmn.”

He suddenly stood up and gestured to his seat. You laughed a bit while sitting down. He handed you his drumsticks. You felt a little bit awkward as you held them. Cole seemed to notice.

“Here.” He adjusted your fingers. Your jaw unconsciously clenched under his touch. “This is just one of the ways to hold them.”

“Thanks.” You had a hard time looking him in the eye.

Cole spent the next few minutes explaining the basics. You nodded along, listening intently. Every time he demonstrated a move, you did the same. It gained the attention of the others as they would glance back at the two of you. They all had the same thought with matching smiles.

“This is a lot to remember,” you chuckled and stood up, handing Cole back his drumsticks.

“Well, we have all of tour to practice,” he replied.

“Who knows, maybe one day I’ll come up and steal your spot,” you teased.

Cole scoffed jokingly. “I’d like to see you try.” You giggled while walking away, unaware of his stare on your lingering figure.

You could hear the chatter of the audience. It was a full house. Everyone was hyped after Wallows set, which made you even more nervous.

What if they didn’t like you? What if they only came for Wallows and left before you could go on stage? What if you didn’t do a good job like you thought you would?

All these questions circled your head. You felt like you were going to explode. There was that tight feeling in your chest and pressure on your head. It felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Someone knocked on the door, making you jump. Cole stuck his head in.

“Hey. We were looking for you. Are you okay?”

“No,” you immediately bursted. “I can’t go out there. What if something goes wrong? What I forget the lyrics? What if my voice cracks? What if—“

“Hey, hey,” Cole shut the door behind him and stood in front of you, “you’re gonna do amazing. All those people out there are here for you. And so are we.” He took your hands in his. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m nervous.” You breathed out a chuckle. “I don’t know why considering I’ve preformed before, but it’s different now because I have expectations to meet and I don’t know how it’s going to go. It could all go horribly wrong and then, my life is over. Maybe I should cancel—“

You gasped as Cole’s lips pressed against yours. You didn’t move. He pulled away after a few seconds. There was a look of disbelief on his face.

“I…I don’t know why I did that,” he admitted. “You were talking so fast and I had to make you stop. Not in like a rude way, but so you wouldn’t freak yourself out more. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep or anything—“

You surprised him and yourself as you lurched forward. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands settled on your waist. You could feel your body began to grow hot as the two of you moved in sync.

“Hey, guys— Woah.”

The two of you quickly pulled away and took a step back. Your guitarist looked back and forth between you and Cole.

“Um, we go on in five, so…yeah. I’m gonna go.” He shut the door behind him.

You pursed your lips. Cole scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting from you to the floor rapidly.

“We should probably go,” he uttered.

You hummed while nodding. He held open the door for you to walk out first.

“Oh, and thanks, by the way,” you paused to face him. “I think you definitely helped calm my nerves.” You started walking away as Cole couldn’t help but grin.

hera speaks!

i’m actually so surprised at the amount of requests i’ve gotten these past few days! i promise i’m working on them, it will just take some time. thank you guys for the patience and support <3

also i loved this request bc i saw beabadoobee on tour and remember thinking that her songs definitely matched wallows vibes lol

#wallows #wallows imagine #wallows x reader #cole preston #cole preston imagine #cole preston x reader #braeden lemasters #braeden lemasters imagine #braeden lemasters x reader #dylan minnette #dylan minnette imagine #dylan minnette x reader

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reasonsmandy · 2 years ago

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Melodies in the Shadows

Billy Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Hi, can you do one where the oc is the lead singer along with Billy and her feelings for him are totally platonic and about the music but his feelings for her are unrequited romantic? This prompt is stuck in my head lol. Thanks!

✧.* summary — The connection and fire between you and Billy onstage was undeniable, but when it starts messing with Billy's feelings things get difficult.

✧.* warnings — angst, unrequited romance.

✧.* word count — 5.5k

✧.* 🎤 — Billy's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Yes, I put Carrie Soto's character as her husband, I couldn't resist hahahaha. Good reading 🫶🏾

"Oh come on Y/N, you never agree to hang out with us." Karen says leaning over the keyboard, and you grimace trying to maintain your starting position.

Warren walks over to you, putting one of his arms around your shoulder. "Dale niña, not even on my birthday?"

You hold the smile, he was one of your favorites there. "Alright alright, but don't get used to it, huh."

Eddie opens a big smile upon his confirmation, Rojas jumps around you excitedly, Karen winks at you proudly and out of the corner of your eye you can see Billy smiling at you. You guys drive to the bar in Warren's van, he's babbling the whole way about the girl he's into and asking you lots of questions about what you thought of the situation, you do your best to help him but it's been so long since you've dated someone that you probably weren't very helpful.

As you step into the bar, you find yourself in a lively and bustling setting. The air is filled with the familiar aromas of alcohol and the chatter of patrons, creating a comfortable and inviting atmosphere. The lighting is warm and ambient, casting a soft glow that accentuates the cozy ambiance of the space.

The clientele reflects the diverse tapestry of the era, with individuals from all walks of life coming together to unwind and enjoy a night out. You see groups of friends huddled around tables, engaged in animated conversations and laughter. Couples share intimate moments, stealing glances and exchanging affectionate gestures. The bar is a place where people seek solace and connection, a respite from the demands of their daily lives.

Behind the bar, the staff exude a sense of professionalism and efficiency. Bartenders skillfully mix drinks, their movements fluid and precise. They engage in friendly banter with customers, effortlessly balancing their tasks while providing attentive service. The bar staff's commitment to their craft and the satisfaction of their patrons is evident in the way they navigate the space with confidence and expertise.

The music fills the air at just the right volume, setting the mood without overpowering conversations. The playlist features a mix of popular hits and timeless classics, catering to a wide range of tastes. The melodies create a backdrop of familiarity and comfort, evoking a sense of ease and enjoyment for those gathered.

Warren didn't take long, as soon as he arrived he went straight towards a waitress (probably the girl he kept talking about in the van) Eddie rolls his eyes and follows him, Karen takes Graham's hand and takes him to a place you decided not to look. So you had been alone with Billy Dunne, you never exchanged many words other than stuff about the album so an awkward silence settles over you

You decide to sit at the most secluded empty table, avoiding the curious gazes that were cast upon you as you were recognized. The older Dunne seemed to want to talk but didn't know how to start the conversation.

It had been a few months since he and Camila had decided to break up, and whether he wanted to or not, he felt a great absence of her and little Julia's presence at home. He still didn't know how to identify how his feelings were about all of this, he suffered a lot with the departure of his first love, but they weren't getting along and separating would be the best for their daughter.

During these months he had let a lot go on paper, writing several songs to express his frustrations and desires. You admired the way he knew how to express himself through the lyrics, you knew it wasn't easy sharing a piece of yourself with the world, making yourself vulnerable in front of several people, accessing those wounds that haven't fully healed yet, you've been there.

"How's little Jules doing?" You question, trying to break the awkward silence.

Billy takes a sip of his beer, mentally thanking you for taking the initiative in the conversation. "She 's great. Spending the week with her mom."

You take your first sip of the cold beer, the refreshing liquid soothing your parched throat. Sitting beside Billy, you feel a tinge of nervousness dissipating as you embark on this newfound closeness. The conversation flows effortlessly, and together, you explore the meanings behind your songs—stories and emotions you've never shared with anyone else. With each sip, your comfort grows, allowing you to reveal a vulnerable side of yourself.

As you take another sip, the beer dances on your tongue, further easing your inhibitions. You start sharing bits of your personal life—the place of your birth, cherished memories from your childhood, and even your first crush. Laughter fills the air as you exchange jokes and humorous anecdotes, forming a bond that deepens with every passing sip. The warmth in your heart matches the warmth of the bar, as you find solace in Billy's presence.

Sip after sip, the beer becomes a conduit for the growing connection between you and Billy. The alcohol begins to take hold, and you notice a shift in his demeanor as well. He starts confiding in you, sharing his own life stories and insecurities. His words spill forth, guided by the liquid courage flowing through his veins. You listen intently, holding space for him without judgment, offering advice and understanding. It's a moment of vulnerability and trust, as you both find comfort in this shared conversation.

The glasses clink and the sips continue, blurring the lines between sober and tipsy. You and Billy have created a sanctuary within the bar, a space where honesty and acceptance reign. The weight of your personal histories melds with the intoxicating allure of the night, forging a connection that transcends the boundaries of mere acquaintances. With each sip, you venture deeper into uncharted emotional territory, weaving a tapestry of understanding and friendship that is both intoxicating and liberating.

For Billy, the night at the bar was a revelation. As he watched you take the first sips of your beer, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He had long admired your talent and respected your professionalism, but he yearned for something more—a connection that transcended the confines of their shared band. He wanted to know who you were behind this professional structure, who was Y/N?

With every passing sip, he witnessed a transformation in you. As you opened up about the meanings behind your songs and shared personal anecdotes, he felt a growing sense of awe and admiration. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a side of you he had longed to discover. He marveled at your vulnerability, appreciating the trust you placed in him to hear your innermost thoughts.

But it wasn't just about you sharing your stories. It was the way you listened—the way you leaned in, your eyes fixed on him, your words comforting and devoid of judgment. As the conversation progressed, fueled by the sips of your beer, he found himself confiding in you, revealing parts of his life that he had kept hidden for so long.

With each sip, a weight was lifted from his shoulders. The alcohol acted as a gentle catalyst, emboldening him to speak his truth and confront his insecurities. And you, with your genuine understanding and empathy, created a space where he felt seen and accepted.

Billy hadn't experienced such genuine connection in a long time. The band had always been focused on the music, the performances, and the business side of things. Personal conversations were rare, and he often felt like an island adrift in a sea of acquaintances. But that night, in the warmth and intimacy of the bar, he realized he had found a kindred spirit in you.

Being heard and welcomed by you awakened a sense of belonging within Billy. It was a reminder that music wasn't the only language that could bridge the gap between two souls. In your presence, he felt a renewed sense of purpose and inspiration—a newfound energy that would infuse his artistry.

As the night wore on and the beers continued to be consumed, the shared conversation and connection solidified. The walls he had built around himself started to crumble, making way for authentic connections to be forged. And in you, he found a confidante and friend—one who embraced his vulnerabilities and nurtured his dreams.

Billy hoped that this newfound connection would extend beyond the boundaries of that one night. The sips of your beer had unveiled a door to a deeper connection, one that held the promise of more shared moments, more conversations, and perhaps even a love that blossomed in the most unexpected of places. And after a long time he felt butterflies in his stomach, that need to be close to someone. He knew that from now on he would be facing something unknown but it felt so good.

…

You wake up with a manifestation in your head, the pain was so intense that it felt like several monkeys were banging cymbals there. The hangover hit hard, and it took you a while to remember what the hell happened last night. The clock next to your bed indicated you were late, but knowing your bandmates probably none of them had woken up yet so you take your time to get ready.

When you park your car in Sound City the movement was calm, you question if in fact you had recording today, but when you notice Billy approaching you calm down. Your bandmate opens your car door and offers you a cigarette, you accept.

You smoke in silence for a while, until you decide to ask a question about last night. "So I bothered you a lot last night? I'm an insufferable drunk." You deeply inhale the cigarette.

"Not really, I enjoyed your company." Billy smiles, not taking his eyes off you.

You decide to face him but regret it when you see the intense way his gaze penetrates you. "Really? I didn't even do anything embarrassing... How boring."

Billy laughs at your comment, you are surprised to see him so loose in your presence. "Well, if Bowe is an embarrassing subject for you." He squirms and you immediately turn away at the name, Billy laughs.

"Oh please tell me I didn't talk about him..." You feel your body freezing, you didn't want to touch such personal matters.

"No big deal… just" He starts to say before quoting you. "The best sex I've ever had."

"Oh my fucking god." You hide your face in your hands, Billy takes his hand to your shoulder.

You step back a little, trying to take your space in a discreet way. "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

"You better not Billy Dunne." You laugh, taking another drag on your cigarette, taking your gaze back to the horizon."Alright, time to work." You put out your cigarette on your tongue, throwing it away before getting out of the car.

Billy watches you get out of the car, still shocked by the way you put out the legal narcotic, he feels his heart miss a beat.He frowns, a vain way of trying to push the thoughts away, and chases after you.

As you made your way towards the recording studio, a sense of apprehension filled your heart. While you cherished the camaraderie and professional dynamic you shared with the band, a part of you longed for something more. You were tired of keeping your personal life strictly professional, of holding back and shielding yourself from vulnerability.

Deep down, you yearned to let the band members into your life, to share more than just the stage. They had become an integral part of your world, and you wanted to invite them into the depths of your being. But the intensity that had grown between you and Billy frightened you, for it had the power to disrupt the delicate balance you had established.

The connection you shared with Billy was undeniable, and it stirred emotions within you that you had not anticipated. There was a magnetic pull, a yearning for deeper understanding, and it both thrilled and terrified you. You couldn't deny the electricity that crackled in the air whenever you were near each other, but you feared the consequences of letting it ignite into something more.

You were torn between the desire to break free from the constraints of professionalism and the fear of losing the stability and harmony within the band. The thought of exploring the uncharted territory of personal connection with Billy made your heart race, but it also made you question the potential risks and complications it could bring.

As you entered the recording studio, the weight of these conflicting emotions settled upon your shoulders. The longing to let the band members see the real you warred with the fear of opening Pandora's box. You knew that the intensity between you and Billy could either strengthen the bond you shared or shatter it into irreparable pieces.

And so, as you prepared to immerse yourself in the music once again, you made a conscious choice. You would remain committed to your professional persona, maintaining the boundaries that had kept the band strong. The temptation to let your guard down, to let the intensity between you and Billy take over, would have to be quelled.

Deep down, however, a flicker of hope remained. Perhaps, one day, when the timing was right and the stars aligned, you would find the courage to let the band into the depths of your heart. For now, though, you would continue to treasure the unique connection you shared on stage, nurturing it with every note, and keeping the flames of your personal desires at bay.

…

As the days turned into weeks and the band continued to create music together, you couldn't help but notice Billy's unwavering presence in your life. His friendship and professional dedication resonated deeply within you, even though you saw him purely as a friend and co-worker.

Every interaction with Billy held a special significance, each moment leaving an indelible mark on your heart. His unwavering support, his infectious laughter, and his genuine care for your well-being stirred a warmth within you that you cherished. He had become a trusted confidant, a pillar of strength amidst the chaos of the music industry.

But as time went on, you began to sense a subtle shift in Billy's demeanor. There was an undercurrent of something more, an unspoken depth that you couldn't quite pinpoint. His gaze lingered a little longer, his touch carried a gentle tenderness that sent shivers down your spine.

It became increasingly clear that Billy's feelings were evolving into something beyond friendship. You felt a twinge of guilt knowing that your own emotions didn't mirror his, that the connection you shared remained purely on a professional level. It pained you to think that you might unwittingly be leading him on, that your friendship might be giving him false hope.

…

The moon bathed the beach in a gentle radiance, casting a dreamlike glow on the sand. You and Billy found yourselves seated side by side, the rhythmic lullaby of the waves creating an atmosphere of calmness and intimacy.

As the conversation unfolded, Billy couldn't help but be captivated by your presence, his gaze filled with admiration and a growing affection. The unspoken connection between you whispered softly, yet you felt the weight of his emotions pressing against your heart.

With a hesitant smile, Billy broke the comfortable silence. "You know, Y/N, your voice is like a siren's call, enchanting everyone who hears it," he murmured, his voice tinged with sincerity.

You felt a warmth spread through your cheeks, a mix of pleasure and trepidation. Your eyes searched the shoreline, trying to find a way to steer the conversation away from the unspoken tension. "Thank you, Billy," you replied softly, your voice carrying a hint of restraint. "It's getting late, though. I should probably head home."

Billy's expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. He understood the subtle deflection in your response, the unspoken message that you wished to avoid discussing the depths of his feelings. Respecting your boundaries, he nodded, concealing his emotions behind a wistful smile.

"Of course, Y/N," he replied, his voice filled with understanding. "Take care on your way home."

As you stood up, brushing the sand off your clothes, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. You cherished the friendship you shared with Billy and dreaded the possibility of hurting him. The unspoken truth hung heavy in the air, a delicate dance of unrequited emotions that you wished to protect, even at the cost of your own happiness.

With a final glance toward Billy, you turned away, the sound of the waves providing solace as you walked into the night. The unspoken longing between you lingered, carried away by the sea breeze, leaving you to navigate the delicate balance of preserving your friendship while guarding against the depths of his affection.

…

As you observed Billy's interactions with you, his gestures filled with care and affection, you couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility. You questioned whether it was fair to allow him to nurture these feelings, to let them grow in a one-sided dance of emotions. The thought of inadvertently causing him pain made your heart ache.

Yet, despite your reservations, you found yourself cherishing the moments you spent with Billy even more. His presence became a source of comfort and solace, a safe haven where you could be yourself without fear of judgment. You admired his unwavering support and the way he celebrated your victories with genuine enthusiasm.

In the quiet moments when the band took a break, you caught glimpses of longing in Billy's eyes, a depth of emotion that mirrored your own but in a different context. You noticed the subtle apologies he made within his own heart, seeking solace in the knowledge that love could be both beautiful and painful.

You became acutely aware of the unrequited love that bloomed within Billy's heart. It weighed heavily on your conscience, as you questioned whether your friendship could ever be the same once his true feelings were revealed. You grappled with the complexities of unrequited affection, yearning for a way to preserve the bond you had while simultaneously alleviating the burden he carried.

And so, with a mix of compassion and hope, you navigated the delicate balance of friendship and unrequited love. You treasured the moments you shared, seeking to maintain the authenticity and trust that defined your connection. You hoped that one day, whether through a change of heart or a mutual understanding, the path you walked alongside Billy would find its harmony, even if it veered away from the realms of romantic love.

Until then, you remained committed to preserving the precious bond you shared, appreciating the unique friendship that had blossomed amidst the music. You vowed to navigate this delicate dance with grace and understanding, offering solace and support to the friend who held your heart, even if you couldn't return his affections in the same way.

…

As you step into the venue for the album release party, a wave of excitement washes over you. The record company has pulled out all the stops, creating a glamorous and vibrant atmosphere that envelopes the space. The room is adorned with sparkling lights, cascading down from the ceiling and casting a shimmering glow upon the crowd.

A soft haze of colorful smoke drifts through the air, adding an ethereal touch to the ambiance. The walls are adorned with larger-than-life posters of your band, showcasing the album cover and capturing the essence of your music. The sound of lively chatter mingles with the upbeat tunes playing in the background, creating an energetic buzz.

The venue itself is grand, with high ceilings and ornate decorations. Glittering chandeliers dangle overhead, casting a warm glow upon the dance floor where guests sway to the rhythm of the music. The space is filled with a diverse mix of people, from music industry professionals to passionate fans, all sharing in the anticipation of the album's release.

Colorful cocktail bars line the periphery, manned by skillful bartenders crafting signature drinks that add a touch of sophistication to the festivities. Servers weave through the crowd, offering trays of delectable hors d'oeuvres and bite-sized delicacies.

As your gaze sweeps across the room, you catch sight of familiar faces. Band members mingle with guests, exuding an air of excitement and pride. The collective energy is contagious, and you can't help but feel a swell of pride and gratitude for the journey that has led you all to this moment.

Your eyes meet Bowe's, your husband's, and a surge of warmth fills your heart. He stands by your side, his presence comforting and supportive. Bowe, always curious about the band and eager to finally meet them, takes in the surroundings with a mix of awe and genuine interest.

Bowe, your husband, is an intriguing blend of athleticism and charm. A professional tennis player, he carries himself with an effortless grace, much like the fluid movements he displays on the court. Tall and lean, his presence exudes a quiet confidence that draws people in.

You first met Bowe at a memorable soirée in Malibu, known as the famed Riva's party. It was a star-studded affair, filled with dazzling lights, pulsating music, and a guest list that read like a who's who of the entertainment industry. The air crackled with excitement, and the scent of salty ocean breeze mingled with the laughter of the crowd.

Bowe stood out amidst the sea of glamorous guests, his athletic frame and tousled hair making him resemble a god of sport emerging from the waves. There was an air of intrigue about him, a magnetic energy that captured your attention from across the room. Sparks flew as your eyes met, and a conversation sparked between you that felt effortless and natural.

Since that fateful night, you and Bowe have embarked on a journey together, creating a life built on mutual support and understanding. The passage of time has only deepened your connection, weaving threads of shared experiences, laughter, and unwavering devotion.

In the realm of professional tennis, Bowe has carved a name for himself, weaving his way through intense competitions and capturing the hearts of fans with his skillful play. Off the court, he carries himself with a quiet humility, his easy smile and genuine interest in others setting him apart.

Just like his powerful serve that leaves opponents in awe, Bowe possesses an innate ability to make you feel seen and cherished. His unwavering support for your musical pursuits is a testament to his belief in your talent and the strength of your bond.

As the two of you navigate the glimmering world of the album release party, his presence by your side brings a sense of calm and stability. Confusion and surprise mingle with a tinge of unease as you notice the curious glances exchanged between Billy and the man by your side. You become acutely aware of the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

Seeking some clarification, Billy turns to Warren, his brows furrowed in confusion. He leans in, his voice tinged with disbelief,

"Who 's that guy? Do you know him?" He whispers, not wanting to draw attention.

Warren, momentarily taken aback by the question, raises an eyebrow. He starts to laugh thinking that the older Dunne wasn't being serious, but when he notices that he was serious he closes his face, "What do you mean, Billy? That's Y/N's husband."

Billy's expression shifts from confusion to shock, his eyes widening as he struggles to process the revelation. The realization dawns on him, and he finds himself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. It's as if a veil has been lifted, exposing a truth he had been unaware of, and the impact ripples through his thoughts and feelings.

Billy's mind races as he isolates himself for a moment, his gaze fixated on you and Bowe engaged in conversation with the rest of the band. He tries to recall if you had ever mentioned this significant connection before, searching his memory for any missed cues or hints.

As he stands there, a flicker of recognition sparks in his mind. It's like a fragment of a forgotten puzzle piece slowly resurfacing. The memory of that night at the bar begins to take shape, where you had shared more intimate details about your life. And then it hits him—the words you had spoken, slightly slurred with the effects of alcohol, but undoubtedly impactful.

In a vivid flashback, he remembers the moment when the two of you were deep in conversation, the atmosphere charged with a mix of vulnerability and camaraderie. You had mentioned, almost in passing, that Bowe was the best sex you had ever had. The confession had hung in the air, a statement that had briefly captivated Billy's attention but didn't fully register at the time.

You drink the rest of your bottle in one gulp, smiling at him when you're done. "You know, Bowe is the best sex I've ever had, that's probably a big reason for this." You chuckle pointing to the ring on your hand.

Now, with the realization crashing over him, he starts to understand the significance of those words. The memory plays like a bittersweet melody, reminding him of the invisible thread that connects you to someone else—a thread that he unknowingly tugged on, unaware of the depth of your connection with Bowe.

A mix of emotions floods through Billy—a combination of surprise, longing, and a hint of self-doubt. The weight of the unrequited feelings he had developed for you presses upon his chest, and the knowledge that your connection with Bowe goes far deeper than he had initially perceived creates a sense of distance between you.

Billy finds himself lost in a sea of emotions, grappling with the newfound understanding and the realization that the boundaries he had inadvertently crossed were much more intricate than he had imagined. He wonders if he should confront you, ask for clarification, or if it's best to keep his own feelings tucked away, locked in a box marked "unattainable."

In that moment of solitude, he watches you and Bowe, observing the easy camaraderie between you and the genuine happiness that radiates from your interactions. The thought lingers in his mind—a constant reminder of the invisible wall that separates him from the love he yearns for.

With a heavy sigh, Billy musters a half-hearted smile, masking the turmoil within. He decides to keep his discovery to himself, silently acknowledging that some secrets are best left untouched. Resigned to the reality of the situation, he rejoins the group, knowing that he must navigate the complex dynamics of friendship and unrequited love with care, preserving the fragile balance between them all.

The party begins to wind down, and you notice Billy standing alone, his gaze fixed on Bowe, your husband. Concern fills your heart, and you decide to approach him, hoping to understand the mix of emotions that seem to have taken hold of him.

Taking a deep breath, you walk up to Billy and offer a warm smile. "Hey, Dunne. You seem a little lost in thought. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." He smiles weakly, avoiding looking directly at you. "I'm just thinking."

You can follow his gaze, he is looking directly at your husband and the rest of the band talking and laughing, you found yourself in a complicated situation that squeezed your heart.

He sighs rubbing his hands over his face in frustration, you can see tears welling up in his eyes. "I think I misunderstood a lot of things here." He gestures between you two.

A mixture of sadness and guilt washes over you, understanding the pain he's experiencing. You take a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey your thoughts while being careful not to shatter the bond you've built.

"I've been grappling with these feelings, Y/N," he continues, his voice a delicate whisper. "Feelings that go beyond our friendship. I've tried to suppress them, to pretend they don't exist, but seeing you with him, it's made me realize how deeply I care for you."

Your breath catches in your throat as you try to gauge the depth of his words, a sense of heaviness settling upon your shoulders. You instinctively lean in closer, eager to understand his perspective while being mindful of the fragile balance between friendship and unrequited love.

"I don't know what to say to make you feel better." You confess, grabbing the man's shoulder. "I never meant to hurt you... I hope you know that."

Billy nods, still staring at the horizon. He feels butterflies in his stomach at the touch of her hand on his shoulder. "I know." He assures in a whisper. "It's just... Fuck, I really fucking like you."

You remain silent, listening calmly and attentively. He continues, "I don't expect you to leave him for me, in fact I understand you. It's just that I've never felt anything so intense before."

"You and I have a great connection Billy." You tell him, not daring to meet his eyes. "We really work together and we have a perfect bond, and really don't want to lose that." You take in air, and let it out slowly. "I wish I could make it easier for both of us."

"I would never lose you princess." He says fondly, turning to look at you, you feel butterflies in your stomach from the tension."Believe me, nothing will change." He assures you.

"Thank you Billy." You open a grateful smile, and he smiles back. "Wanna join us?"

"Give me some time, I still need to get used to all this." He says playfully, offering you a cigarette. You take it and he lights it up for you.

"I'll leave you alone." You say getting up to leave. "Take care, huh. We have a tour to do."

As you rise to your feet, a mix of emotions swirls within you. The unspoken tension hangs in the air, leaving both of you uncertain about what lies ahead. Yet, there is a mutual understanding that the bond you share is too valuable to risk.

Billy takes a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it away, his eyes tracing your figure as you prepare to rejoin the celebration. "I'll be right behind you," he says softly, his voice filled with a blend of hope and apprehension.

With a bittersweet smile, you turn away, making your way back into the lively crowd. The music beckons, filling your ears with its rhythm, and you allow yourself to be swept up in the joyous atmosphere. The night continues, a crescendo of laughter, music, and celebration.

As the party reaches its peak, you steal glances in Billy's direction, catching glimpses of his familiar smile and the shared moments you've treasured over time. There is a sense of comfort in knowing that despite the complexity of emotions, your connection remains intact.

Days turn into weeks, and the band embarks on the highly anticipated tour, carrying the weight of their new album and the memories of that transformative night at the release party. As you stand on stage, pouring your heart into each performance, there is an unspoken understanding between you and Billy—an acknowledgment of the uncharted territory, yet a commitment to preserving the essence of what you've built together.

In the realm of music, where emotions intertwine and lyrics capture the human experience, you find solace and inspiration. The journey ahead is uncertain, but with each note played and each lyric sung, you navigate the uncharted waters, drawing strength from the bond that has defined your musical partnership.

And so, the story continues, with melodies echoing and hearts entwined, as you embark on a new chapter where friendship, love, and music intertwine in harmonious complexity. As the tour unfolds, you carry the memories of that intimate conversation, forever etched in the depths of your shared history—a testament to the power of connection, even in the face of unrequited love.

Together, you navigate the intricacies of friendship and passion, striving to strike a delicate balance, all while cherishing the music that brought you together in the first place. And as you take the stage night after night, the unspoken understanding between you and Billy permeates every song, weaving a tale of love, loss, and the beauty found within the complexities of the human heart.

The journey is far from over, and as you step into the spotlight once more, you find solace in the music, in the bond you share, and in the unwavering support that emanates from your bandmates and fans alike. In this realm of creativity and connection, you embrace the unknown, ready to face whatever melodies and harmonies lie ahead, guided by the power of friendship, and the undeniable magic of music.

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