#I drag my friends out to this concert and nobody has any fun
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I just got tickets to see my favorite band in the world (Justice) live and liiiiterally all I can think about is how I shouldn't have done it 😭
#the first venue I checked was sold out so I was kinda panicking got 3 tickets idk if my friends will even want to/be able to go with me#hotels are expensive and it's a 13 hour drive gas is expensive plane tickets are expensive renting a car is expensive I'm gonna frow up#if they can't go with me then idk I guess I'll just have to do it scared. except I know myself and I will just chicken out and not go#it's fine just a totally non refundable 500 dollars 🤢#I fr feel like nauseous this is so much money what if it doesn't work out what if it sucks#I drag my friends out to this concert and nobody has any fun
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Saturday, August 24th, 2024!
2:08pm: Damn I feel so crazy rn and so ugh. I feel offended that he keeps saying I can't make a decision. I make decisions and he doesn't like what I pick = I stop making decisions. Plus he is a picky eater I literally can't deal with it. I don't want to go out, pay for food at a restaurant and he doesn't like it. That shit is annoying. Indecisive my ass, my plan two weeks ago was aquarium -> concert -> drunk bedtime/ funsy time. Turned into him saying to play it by ear for a concert..... Hello bro I need to know if I'm buying tickets or not 😑 but it was ok because I was like fuck it at least the aquarium will be fun. LITERALLY he gets TO MY HOUSE and I'm picking out my aquarium outfit and he goes ... Oh I'm tired let's go tomorrow 🙃 which is fine but he had somewhere to be at 1pm which I didn't know we were on a time crunch for the aquarium in the morning aka why would you suggest that. Oh so the other reason for not going to the aquarium Friday was it closed at 5. We would've gotten there around 2:30pm. Aka you assume that means he wants to spend about ~3 hrs at the aquarium (keep in mind I've never been, this is his idea, I am under the impression there's 3+ hrs worth of things to see there). We end up going in the morning, it's expensive af which I didn't really know but I offered to pay bc it's my weekend. We end up only going for about 1 hr...... I'm like ok bro we could've done this yesterday ?? Indecisive my ASS. I'm just kinda annoyed at that comment fr. I'll start planning the dates, where to go for dinner, what to do, but bitch don't start fucking complaining about it once I start planning shit 🤷♀️ I've literally never complained about any of his dates, even going to the gym. PLUS nigga I had two dates planned back to back last weekend except your dumb ass was sick so STFU‼️💯🌶️‼️
I'm kinda concerned that this football shit is about to overrun his life (mainly weekends aka the only time he'll hang out with me 💀) idk I just don't have a good feeling about this for some reason. :( He won't introduce me to anyone, nobody knows about me, which was ok before I guess but now every Saturday, he's gonna be with his friends.... Who don't know about me and I guess will not find out about me. Tbh it's giving not confident (either in himself, ME (wtf?) or both), it's giving pussy ass bitch, it's giving you are not my priority - my friends are 🚩, it's giving I act completely different around other people in some way that is incompatible with what I've told/ shown you, and I mean worst case scenario - but unlikely given how unconfident and self-proclaimed fucked up he is - he has a girlfriend or something incompatible with me being in the picture. Can we talk about the low self-esteem, woe is me, my family is fucked up and so am I mentality? That shit is annoying, mf if you don't like your family, you are 26 bitch move out ?? 💀 You are saying you have all these issues, nigga if you are aware of it then wtf why are they still there? Not to knock anyone in the healing stage, but like are you in a place to have a relationship if this shit is so prevalent in your life? I know I wasn't ready for a relationship for a long time, now I am and I feel truly like this MF is dragging his feet because he is lacking something in himself, confidence, trust issues, self-conscious about me being his gf despite saying he likes me but is afraid of what other people will think (confidence again).
I think I hit the nail on the head, he either afraid of my perception of him and/or his people, or his people's perception of me as a reflection on him WHICH to say, is totally fucked in the head and rude af. I'm glad I put this all into words because it's really rubbing me the wrong way.
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look again sometime
“Good for her,” I said. A concert poster with a serious violinist flapped lightly in the breeze. Curly brown hair, the small mouth, and twinkling green eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses: she was still the same, perfect girl.
“She’s a genius,” said a boy holding a shiny instrument case. “Have you listened to her play?”
“Who?”
“Peahr. Michele Peahr.”
“Never heard of her,” I said.
“She used to be a student here. An inspiration, honestly.”
The wind scraped a heap of yellow and orange leaves across the asphalt.
“You study music too?” he asked.
I gave him a look. “What makes you say that?”
“Nobody else looks at concert posters that way.”
I turned before he could see my face and went straight to class.
Staring at the professor, I thought very hard about serialism and everything wrong with post-tonal music. I then went to the dining hall where I paid particular attention to my pasta, grilled chicken, and garlic bread. Ensemble started in an hour, but I was not in the mood, so I went back to the dorms instead.
I passed by the mailboxes, where by some coincidence, I found that same damn concert poster. I nearly stuffed it back into the box, but noticed an attached post-it. It had her bubbly handwriting. All thanks to you. I hope you’ll come. Thanks to me? I threw it into the recycling bin next to me but then thought better of it and fished it out.
At my room, I looked at the post-it again. She thought of me after all these years. The paper smelled like her too. I undressed, turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and thought about her as I began to ease the tension from the day.
There were five knocks on the door. “Can’t even get thirty seconds,” I grumbled. “Hang on,” I shouted, putting on some clothes. I hopped out of bed and opened the door, squinting at the bright hallway.
“Hey!” My friend Andrew looked concerned. “Are you okay, man?” Richard was behind him. There was another boy I hadn’t met before.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“There’s a party at the Corner House. You should come.”
“I don’t feel good.”
“That’s because you don’t have any girls in your life. Let’s go.”
I stood there for a second. “All right, give me a minute.”
On our way there, Richard and I walked several paces behind Andrew and his friend.
“How’s teaching?” he asked me.
“Could be worse. Kids these days don’t practice enough.”
“You should inspire them to practice more,” Richard said.
“Ha ha, you’re funny.”
“Well, you’re the one complaining.”
“Oh, shut up. Performance majors get brain damage from how much they have to practice. They’re all socially incompetent. I’m glad I switched.”
“Yeah, good thing you aren’t socially incompetent,” he said. We both laughed.
“Come on,” I said.
Andrew waved at us to catch up so we walked a bit faster.
“But yeah,” Richard said, ��they basically think about nothing else.”
“Well, you’re at the top or you’re just another starving musician.”
We arrived at the corner house, the one with psychedelic windows and bass pulsing through the sidewalk concrete. Andrew and his friend disappeared as soon as we walked in. I presumed they left to drop off the beers they brought. Richard hollered, waving to someone and heading a different direction. I wandered. I couldn’t hear myself think over the music.
I found the drinks and grabbed a red cup. I was surprised but grateful to see some apple juice. I poured a cup full. I passed by a crowded table with a complicated game. There were two spinners and dozens of shot glasses arranged in intricate patterns. My eyes went to a short girl with glasses and straight dark hair leaning against the wall, watching the game, cup in hand.
“Aren’t you playing?” I asked her.
“I’ve had enough to drink,” she said, looking at the table. “Why don’t you try?”
“I can’t even figure out what they’re doing. Do I need a few drinks to get it?”
“My, my, you sound excited to be here.”
I laughed. “My friends dragged me out. Why not?”
“Then you might as well have fun, right?” She took a drink from her cup. “Alyssa says I should live a bit more. That’s her with the purple streaks.”
She vaguely gestured toward a tall blonde who took a shot and laughed, raising her head above the others. She put her glass down next to four empty ones.
“What do you study?” I asked.
“Great pick-up.” She laughed.
“I can’t help it. I’m a boring person.”
“Honesty is a fine quality. It’s okay. I study literature.”
“English lit?”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?”
The girl made a sweeping gesture with her free hand. “People drool over the sloppiest sentences to ever land on a page. There are no truths. Only opinions.” She waved her hand, as if she were doodling in the air.
“You could switch majors.”
“I’m not good for anything else.”
A boy was trying to balance a shot glass on the center of one of the spinners. We watched him struggle.
“How about you? What do you study?”
“Music,” I said. “Not good for much else either.”
“Those aren’t my words, by the way. You should give some credit.”
“What?”
She turned and laughed at the wall. “Of course. I quote dumb shit and think it’s clever. Anyway. What do you play?”
“Uh—violin.”
“My my, an artist. You like it?”
“I haven’t thought about that. It’s complicated.”
A loud hurrah rose from the table.
“I know my fair share of unhappy violinists,” she said, looking toward the table. She took a sip from her cup.
“I didn’t say I was unhappy.”
“Calm down, I’m just kidding.”
I shrugged angrily and didn’t say anything.
“That girl worries me,” she said, shaking her head.
“Too much to drink?”
“Maybe tonight. But no. It’s that we both study English but she has no self-awareness. Maybe I’d be better off living in my own world about it.”
I didn’t understand what she meant.
“Could you watch her for a minute? I’ll be right back.”
“Are you getting a drink? I can get you one.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not running away,” she said. I thought she smiled at me.
So I stood there, ostensibly taking care of someone I did not know. Alyssa laid down flat on the floor, blissfully forgetful, eyes fully open to the warmth of her world. There’s something so innocent about being able to set aside all perspective for a minute and focus on just about nothing at all. Whether I’m eating lunch, bored in class, or on the toilet, it’s hard to avoid thinking of yourself as a point on a line, headed toward some other point that we may or may not reach depending on our choices. But that laugh: you can only laugh like that if you’ve managed to forget that reality.
I looked at my phone. I felt stupid and went to the next room. Then I went upstairs. I didn’t see the girl. I stepped outside and texted Richard that I had a headache. I stared at the sidewalk leading away from the Corner House, taking one clumsy step after another. All that apple juice. I didn’t even get the girl’s name. I was halfway to the dorms before realizing I had abandoned Alyssa. Somehow I managed to get only that name instead.
—
“You want a freshman in your quartet?” I asked.
“I want a good violinist,” Michele said.
“I’m not a good violinist.”
“But you watch me. You’re listening to me. Nobody else in ensemble does that.”
My face turned red. “I’m just playing my part.”
“Want to join us? We’re playing Ravel’s. Elise has copies if you don’t have it.”
I nodded in disbelief. Michele Peahr, second chair, wanted me on violin.
“We have room one-thirty-four on Thursdays at seven. See you then.”
“Wait. Michele.” She turned around.
I hesitated, but still asked the question. “Why do you always look so serious when you play?”
“What, do you expect me to make faces?”
—
I gathered with some of my friends picking classes for winter quarter. I could sign up for another quarter of violin, but wasn’t a performance major anymore. I held up my phone, checked the box next to jazz composition, thought about how it looked, and then unchecked it. A graduate class in analysis? Check, uncheck. Contemporary theory. Check, uncheck.
“They have conducting this quarter!” Qian said. “But I have ensemble and I’m behind on theory.”
“Just do jazz orchestra with me next quarter,” Richard said. “You in, Lenny?”
“Maybe.” I scrolled down. “I don’t get better in orchestra though.”
“Of course you do. It’s just a different skill. You’re still thinking like a performance major.”
“I don’t blame you,” Leslie said, who had been quiet for a while. She stuck her fork in her salad and spun it around like she was wrapping pasta. “It’s hard to give that up.”
“That stressful life is not for me,” Qian said, finishing his soup.
“I don’t think any of these classes automatically make you a better violinist anyway, Lenny,” Richard said. “At the end of the day, it comes down to you in the practice room.”
“Twenty hours a week in the practice room. Five credits. Easy quarter,” Leslie said. Qian laughed.
“Just take advanced violin again,” Richard said.
“What’s the point? I know what Marin is going to say. It’s not even like he can do much for me. I don’t even know why I’m in school. I’m in school because everyone else is in school.”
“What are you going to do without teachers?” Leslie asked.
“Not worry about grades,” I spat. “If I just had the guts to make it as a violinist without a stupid sheet of paper, I’d drop out tomorrow.”
They looked down at my hands. All the contents of my burger had slid out onto my plate. I put it down.
“You think about this an awful lot,” Qian said. “I don’t know man, maybe you should see a counselor or something.”
I clicked my tongue. “Jazz composition it is,” I said. I checked the box and hit submit.
“Are you sure? Don’t you have to go in person to change that?” Richard asked.
“It’s fine. Doesn’t really matter anyway,” I said. I took my disassembled burger to the dish return and went straight to the practice rooms without my instrument. I listened to a cellist and then a pianist. It wasn’t the same.
—
“Lenny! What are you doing here?”
I jumped, knocking my violin case onto the floor. Michele’s small head poked out of the practice room.
“I—I was just listening,” I said.
“It’s four A.M.,” she said.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep.”
“It’s okay, but next time—never mind, it’s okay.”
She went back inside. I heard her pack her instruments and books. “I’ll see you around,” she said.
“Michele, you never play like that. Not in ensemble, not in practice. I’ve never heard anyone play like that.”
“Play like what?” She blinked.
“Like—,“ I began, but couldn’t put the words together. I clenched my hands into fists. “If you can play like that, you know how good you are. You should be first chair. Forget that—why are you even in school? You’re better than the performance graduates.”
I had never seen her so close to a smile. “I haven’t thought about that,” she said, pausing to study the hallway. “It’s complicated.”
I was lost for words. “What are you hiding?” I shouted eventually, but she had already pushed through the main doors.
—
I found the girl I had met at the Corner House a few weeks later. She was sitting at a small table by the student center. She held a sandwich, flipping through a stack of papers.
“So, how’s Alyssa doing?” I asked.
She gave me a confused look for a second before her expression sprang with recognition.
“Hey, you’re the one who ran away.”
“What? You’re the one who left and never came back.”
“I came back and you were gone.”
I laughed, but it carried an edge of bitterness. I took a slow breath. “Mind if I join you? By the way, my name is Lenny.”
“I never got your name, did I? I’m Natalie. You’re welcome to join me, but I’m sour company when I get my grades back,” she said.
“How bad could it be?”
“Look at these two,” she said, handing me two packets, maybe ten pages each. I pulled at the flimsy aluminum chair and sat down.
“They’re both A’s,” I said.
“Yes, but read them. The one on the left is ok.”
My eye caught on her name at the top of the page. She kept talking but I couldn’t pay attention.
“The one on your right is awful,” she said. “I’m ashamed of it. A’s? I don’t know what’s worse, an A on that or the same grade on the other.”
I could not take my eyes off the page.
“Natalie,“ I began, “are you—do you know Michele Peahr?”
“Oh, I forgot you played violin. Of course you’d know her. Yeah, she’s my sister.”
I nodded, finally looking up from the papers. “You two look alike.”
She gave me a half-smile and looked at her hands. “I get that a lot. But what do you think? About the papers I mean.”
I gave a gentle shrug. “I’m no good at this stuff. I’m a musician.”
“Oh come on. Art is art.”
“You talk like Michele too.”
She put her sandwich down and narrowed her eyes. “Who—were you friends with her?”
“Maybe. I could never tell. We talked a bit.”
Natalie tilted her head and studied me.
“What?” I said, blinking.
“My my. It’s okay, you wouldn’t be the first.” Natalie said, her eyes on the table. “She’s really something else, even I’ll admit that.”
I could feel myself flushing. “No, it wasn’t like that.”
“Of course it wasn’t. It never is.”
Natalie picked up her sandwich and took a bite. I pretended to wave at someone I knew. She frowned at her papers.
“I barely knew her,” I said. “Michele just got up and disappeared one day. I mostly remember her as the drop out.”
“Did she ever talk to you about that?” Natalie asked sharply.
“Dropping out? No. Why?”
“I don’t know. This was awhile ago, maybe a year back. I was complaining about grades and she just looked at me like she didn’t understand why I put up with it. Michele had some insufferable logic behind it. She kept saying, well, of course, if you think you know better, why hang around? What are you learning that you can’t teach yourself? My my, I couldn’t argue with her. It was all so sudden. She loved school.”
I looked down at my legs which were beginning to fall asleep. I pressed my feet into the concrete.
“Yeah, I don’t know. I wonder where she got that idea,” I said.
“Who knows. But I’ll say, she became a different person, leaving school. She seemed happy for the first time in her life. My my, if she was a good violinist before that, she was incredible after.”
I scratched the table with a fingernail.
She finished the rest of her sandwich and sighed. “Well, just one more year of putting up with this.” She held up her papers, scowling.
“Michele didn’t do that,” I said. The harsh edge in my voice surprised me, but it didn’t seem to surprise her.
“No, no she didn’t,” Natalie said. “But we’re not all Micheles, now are we?” she added quietly. She clicked her pen on the table.
“We’re not,” I eventually said.
I said I had work to finish and stood up. The chair grated against the concrete. She waved. We looked at each other a bit too long, waiting for the other to say something. I turned first. As I left, I could see her flipping through her papers too quickly to be reading them.
—
“Have you ever seen the person stuck inside?” Michele asked.
“What?”
“Inside the violin. Someone turns a string into this.” She played the main theme of the first movement.
I just looked at her.
She ran her hands through her curly hair which bounced back into place.
“Just look inside if you don’t believe me,” she said. She closed one eye and lifted her violin up to the other. She really looked into it. Then she held her violin out to me.
I gingerly took it. I had never touched her instrument before. It felt like her hands were against mine. Automatically, I squinted into an f-hole. It was quite dark. I lowered the instrument and looked at her.
“I don’t see anything,” I said.
“Look again sometime,” she said. “Maybe, one day, they will run free.” I glanced at the instrument and then back at her, blinking.
As we were packing to leave, I looked inside in my violin. It was black and I felt stupid. Michele, still holding her bow, lightly played the main theme of the first movement again. Her eyes were unfocused, staring right through the sheet music in front of her.
—
I looked up at the hall, legs shaking, unable to decide whether I had been awaiting or dreading this moment. I pulled out my phone. Thirty minutes. The elderly couple ahead took their tickets.
“One student for the violin concerto please,” I managed to say evenly.
“We still have some availability in the mezzanine.”
“The balcony is fine. Just not the far back.”
I went straight to my seat, but with the dim lighting, I soon fell asleep.
My old front door appeared. I was on the foyer, violin in hand. You should play outside, mom said, nudging me forward. I didn’t see the point. But I stood on the porch and placed my instrument under my chin. The sun splashed on its shine and made me squint. I couldn’t read sheet music in the bright light so I played a minuet from memory. Halfway through, a small bird, perhaps a sparrow, perched on the music stand. A bird had never come so close before. It listened to the rest of my minuet, then an etude, and then most of another piece before it flew away. I played outside the next day and the day after that too.
I woke up to the world exploding with applause. The lights focused on the orchestra and the rest of the hall dimmed. A square cutout of the wooden backstage slid aside revealing a black rectangle. In walked Michele wearing a velvety blue dress, violin in hand. Her curly hair waved gently with her stride.
This was not the Michele I remembered. Michele never smiled. Yet she took such care in that note, inking those bubbly letters after all these years. All thanks to you. Did I really do something? No. I had never told her anything she did not already know.
Yet here she was, smiling on stage, radiant. I covered my mouth with shaking hands, but my god, I couldn’t stop myself. She hadn’t even lifted her instrument yet. What was wrong with me? I took a deep breath and held it. Somehow, I already knew—this was going to be different.
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Dean’s Day
Summary: The reader is missing Dean one day. Jensen decides she doesn’t have to miss him at all and allows the reader, and even Dean, the opportunity to have a fun day together...
Pairing: Jensen x reader, Dean x reader
Square: Quote C “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”
Word Count: 1,500ish
Warnings: language, nudity
A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo and all my Dean girls out there...
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“Hey,” said Jensen. He leaned over the back of the lounger in the home office, resting his chin on top of your head. “Whatcha reading?”
“Fanfic,” you said, scrolling up on your tablet a smidge.
“Is it that smutty one that you sent me yesterday that has that epic cliffhanger?” he asked. “I’m still waiting for that chick to update.”
“Patience is a virtue. And no, this is a short story,” you said, bookmarking it when you got to the bottom. Jensen plucked it out of your hands before you knew it though and quickly was frowning.
“This is a finale rewrite,” he said, handing it back to you. “You still pissed over that ending huh.”
“Not as pissed as I was. But I just won’t ever like it. I just...don’t like to think that Dean never really got to live a normal safe life. It wasn’t fair to him.”
“No it wasn’t. I wish he got better,” he said. He smiled and sat down beside you, taking out his phone. He tapped for a moment before showing it to you, a mostly black image on the screen but a few words making your eyes widen. “Back in Black. I thought it was a fitting title for the reboot.”
“They’re remaking the show already?” you said. You scowled and he started to laugh. “It’s been less than a-“
“My reboot. Our reboot. Honey ain’t nobody else gonna do my boy justice,” he said. You took the phone out of his hands and stared at the image longer.
“Is that a devil’s trap in the fading?” you asked. He hummed and took the phone back. “Wait. I-”
“That’s enough spoilers for one day,” he said. He kissed your temple and you stood up, Jensen already heading out of the room. “So glad I didn’t tell you about Dean’s girlfriend.”
“Dean’s getting a girlfriend!” you said, bouncing up and down on your toes. “Like, a real relationship?”
“Maybe,” he said with a big ass smirk. “It’s all in pre-production right now. A select few are brainstorming ideas. But I’m not telling you more. I want you to be spoiler free and enjoy it like everybody else.”
“Spoiler free didn’t work out so well last time,” you said. He shrugged and rocked back on his heels. “Alright, alright. Spoiler free.”
“Awesome. Oh. I gotta duck out for like the rest of the day. I’ll catch you tonight,” he said.
“Uh,” you said, Jensen already gone. He headed upstairs and you looked around, trying to figure out what prank he was pulling on you today. Nothing seemed off and by the time you were upstairs and getting to your bedroom door, Jensen was stepping out in a different flannel and t shirt. “I mean I don’t mind if you have plans for the day. I-“
“I don’t got any plans sweetheart,” he said.
“You just said-“
“Who just said?” You raised an eyebrow, taking a beat for it all to click. That specific flannel with that specific shirt. That specific slight drop in his voice.
“Jensen.”
“Yeah he’s gonna be back later. He said you get me today to do with as you please,” he smirked.
“Jens-”
“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” He pressed a finger to your lips and pecked a quick kiss to your cheek. You stared at him and he clasped his hands behind his back, twirling his hips as he stood in place.
“Dean.”
“Yes?” he asked.
“So you’re Dean today,” you said. He hummed and nodded, lifting up onto his tip toes and falling back down. “And I can do whatever I want to you.”
“Yup,” he said, popping his p.
“Alright, Dean. How you still alive after that finale? Something to do with Back in Black I heard?” You grinned and he narrowed his eyes, a sliver of Jensen coming through.
“Oh that’s on a need to know basis sweetheart. Just know I ain���t gone anywhere,” he said. “Alive and kicking. You gonna play it that way today cause our mutual friend gave me permission to do as I please too if you start acting up.”
“Dean, sweetie,” you said. “You’re an even bigger bottom than Jensen. Let’s not pretend you aren’t.”
You patted his ass as you walked past, humming and slipping out of the room.
“Come on Dean. I have things I want to do with you today.”
“Oh Dean,” you called from where you lounged in your chair beside the pool. Dean waggled a few fingers from where he floated around on a mat in the water, eyes shut behind a pair of sunglasses. “Would you like to order some sandwiches for lunch? It’s supposed to rain soon.”
“Alright,” he said with a stretch.
“Head on up to the bathroom for me. I’ll be there in just a minute,” you said. He hummed and rolled off the float, swimming and dragging along the mat until he took it out and tossed it in the pool toy box tucked against the fence. He headed inside wrapped in his towels while you picked up a few things. You stopped in the kitchen and put in an order for an hour from then, heading on upstairs, the house darker with the clouds rolling in.
You found him in the bathroom, swim shorts and towel in the basket, halfway into the shower. A tsk left your lips and he froze, looking back over his shoulder.
“No, no,” you said. You went to the tub and turned on the water, getting it to a nice temperature and plugging it. Your bathing suit came off and you gathered up his shampoo and conditioner from the shower along with your body wash. “Dean.”
You held out a hand and he took it, allowing you to pull him into the rising water with you, a smidge of Jensen coming through as he realized what you were about to do, an experience he himself had had more than once when he got too stressed out.
“What’s up sweetheart?” he said, leaning closer as if he didn’t already know the answer.
“Close your eyes,” you said. He shut his and you turned him around, sliding him back against your chest. You wrapped one arm around his waist and he let out a sigh. “When’s the last time you took a bath Dean?”
“No idea. Probably a kid,” he said, resting his head back as you started to scoop water up and over his hair to get it wet. “You gonna wash my hair?”
“Yes I am. I like to wash Jensen’s hair sometimes. He’s not so good about relaxing and letting himself be taken care of every once in a while.” He was quiet, humming softly. “He’s better about it lately though.”
“He appreciates it,” he said. You leaned forward and hit off the water, grabbing his shampoo. You squirted some in your hands and put it on his head, working it into a lather. “Feels nice.”
“Good. A spa day never hurt anyone, especially retired hunters,” you said.
“You know, in the meantime, until you get a confirmation I mean, I think you should consider me alive and well.”
“Oh really? So what are you up to these days then?” you said, giving his scalp a good scrub that made him hum deeply.
“Been hanging with my boy a lot. Driving around. Golfing. Swimming. Boating. Concerts. He really loves you. He loves me too.”
“He’s pretty great,” you said.
“What about you sweetheart? You love me?”
“Yes I do.” You kissed his cheek and smiled. “What about you? You interested in any-“
“Sh. Back to bath cuddling,” he said.
“Alright Dean. Whatever you want today.”
“You have some pretty nice cuddles I gotta say,” he said late that night as you lay in bed together. His head was resting on your shoulder, arm over your waist. “Thanks for today. Never really got to have a girl to take care of me before.”
“I’m always here if you ever want that again. Until you can get a girlfriend in the future at least,” you said.
“I’ll take you up on that. I’m always here if you need me too sweetheart,” he said.
“Okay,” you said, kissing his temple. “Tell Jensen thanks for today.”
“I will. I’ll see you around soon. Later sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head and giving you a soft, slow kiss.
“Later Dean,” you said. You closed your eyes and heard him shift on the bed. “Hi Jensen.”
“Hi honey. How was your day?” he asked.
“Good,” you said, smushing your face into his chest. “I love you so much.”
“Take care of our boy?” he asked.
“Jay.”
“I know you did. I don’t know about you but I’m beat after that day of pampering,” he said.
“Honey. Thanks for that,” you said.
“I did it for him too,” he said. You hugged him and he returned it, snuggling into your side. “Night sweetheart.”
“Night Jens. And Dean.”
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Love Foolish
miya atsumu x reader
tags: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, mature, a little smut (define little on your own), 7.8K words
Summary: Miya Atsumu didn't realise that he was actually counting the days he spent with you while being your boyfriend. The step-process to how your relationship with him rekindles every time a new day begins was not as apparent as it seems to be, but he sure knew that the dreaded day when it comes to an end will never come.
This is an old piece that I worked on last year...I am terribly sorry for the way I post this fic I am not good with tumblr yall this is harder than my degree
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Day 153
Atsumu was exhausted. He just got back from training with the college team for a few weeks already. He needs to catch up with the college team even though the time he spent away was used for his training with the MSBY Black Jackals team. He was advised by his family members, team coach and his friends that he should not miss out on any practice without a valid reason and should diligently claim his spot on both teams with the most outstanding effort and attitude so he followed, believed that this is for the best in order to build his volleyball career he was always so passionate about since he was in middle school. If only Osamu joins him, he thinks it won’t be as draining as it is right now.
Everyone in college knows Miya Atsumu, he is too perfect. The handsome look, tall and built figure, his diligence in both studies and shaping his career, to top it all off he is charming and is a ladies’ man. He could make every girl fall for him the instant he flashes his smirk that has been scientifically proven to be a bait for everyone in this universe. One small talk he could get girls on his bed, spending the whole night snogging off each other and leaving them whenever he got annoyed with the sudden disturbance. You happen to be one of the girls who got in his bed, goes on several dates with him, but this time you were one of the people who last longer than a week, and then a month and few more months after that. He assumes and waits for you to be the one ending the relationship but it won’t even come, and he is already tired of waiting.
So, he makes you tired. He doesn't want anything to be on his way at all, and you in the equation is making him disturbed at some times. During the first few weeks of dating, you often invite him for a date at the coffee shop which he obliges only for the reason to not break your feelings even though he has some tasks which are more important at hand. You are nice, but he isn’t. He told Suna that you deserve better.
It has also been roughly two weeks since he last talked to you, and deep in his heart he kind of wants your nagging presence around him, just to distract him from the truckload of stress he’s carrying on his shoulders. So he texted you.
You: [Name], are ya coming or not. Been thinking of binging that Netflix series you’ve been babbling about.
[Name]: Ah sorry, it’s girls’ night with Midori and her gf.
You: I see. Have fun.
Seen.
That’s weird. You said it yourself that you wanted to binge on the weekends with him, after he finished with this practice for the week, and also he thinks that’s just you trying to make up with him after your first argument with him. It is...nobody’s fault, he thinks. He doesn’t want to blame himself and you, partially because you were really upset that day that you raised your voice and he didn’t chase you after you ran out of the apartment. It is just a silly argument. He doesn't want to think about it that much.
As he took a shower and dressed himself in a fresh new pair of t-shirt and black sweatpants, he plopped himself on the sofa and went through Netflix to find something worth watching. He saw the show you wanted to watch ; Pretty Little Liars. Ah it’s not even a Netflix series, it’s just a series which is available on Netflix. Seems like he wasn’t even attentive to what you said.
Before he falls asleep, he walks down the memory lane, to remember how exactly you and Atsumu could last this long in a relationship.
Day 0
The party seems to be a hit! His seniors on the volleyball team joined hands with the football team to conduct a party to celebrate post-sports festival of Tokyo U that happened for a week long and the party is held at the dorms outside of the campus so the board of education won’t meddle, with the promise that there aren’t drugs involved. Which is okay, the athletes are supposed to stay away from drugs and they’re disciplined enough to consider their life decisions.
He was simply just hanging around in the living room of the dorm, which is a terrace house in a neighbourhood a few kilometres away, talking to his friends, Suna and Komori, who are his teammates in the college team. Komori used to go to the same Youth Camp with Atsumu so they knew each other since then. “Huh, sick party. I didn’t think there would be too many people here.” Komori said as he chugs down his cold beer, swaying a little after he finishes with a slightly long chug. “Senpai said just the athletes of the college are invited, but it seems like the whole campus crashed together. Lunatics.” Atsumu said as he plopped down on the bean bag and leaned his head back. Suna calls out.
“Oi, Midori is here. I invited her.” Atsumu is familiar with Midori, he has never been close with her but he knows of her since they went to the same high school together. The three pairs of eyes went towards the door together to greet Midori, with you tailing behind her. “Hey, glad ya made it!” Suna lunges forward and grabs Midori in a hug. “Yeah, cool place, I’m sorry I don’t have a plus one to bring with so I just drag my friend along. Hey, this is [Name]. Go say hi and be friends!” Midori pushed the other girl, which he heard to be [Name], also a familiar name. “Oh wait...you guys must have not have known about her...we went to the same school man...” Midori pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. It is sad that not many people know about small girls like [Name] that much.
Indeed, you went to the same school and you’re in a completely different league than Atsumu, he was and still is the famous athlete that has the entire girls’ population wrapped around his fingers. You’re around the circle of...top scorers who are active in volunteers and some other stuff Atsumu was not into. “Oh, is she another one of your hockey teammates?” you continue hiding behind Midori’s taller frame. Midori pulled you away and hugged your waist, giving support. “Come on now, babe say hi, they’re our friends” you glared at her with a smug look. “Hye, it’s [Name]. I’m not an athlete, I’m a political science major, pleasure to meet ya” your eyes tried to glance from Suna to Komori and to Atsumu but you averted your eyes away from him as soon as it landed on him. You look cute in just a rock concert t-shirt with black jeans shorts and plain converse. Classic party look, but you are not the type to go to parties because...assignments and stress are getting through you which explains why you’re all fidgety. Midori knows there’s more to that, cause you’re a very wild extrovert at some time.
“Hey, enjoy the party, drinks and snacks are down there, the toilet is on another end, help yerself.” Atsumu pats on your shoulder and moves past you to greet his other friends who crashed the party. You’re petrified, to say the least and moved quick on your heels to head to the bathroom for some reality check. The environment is overwhelming.
Atsumu gets tired easily even after downing a can of beer but he isn’t exactly drunk. He is just tired with the lots of conversations and the girls from other courses trying to talk to him, wanting the conversation in a bedroom which he said no to, he is a responsible man. He is not going to do it with them when in their drunken stupor. However, his endless denials are stopped with a sudden disturbance right in front of him.
Midori is on a couch, with a girl and was playing with her hair and occasionally rubbing her thigh and before they closed in someone threw a beer cup at Midori. “What the hell? Leave me alone!” Midori turned his body to see a bulked up guy whose name Atsumu doesn’t remember behind the couch, looming over the two figures sitting on the couch. It’s going to get ugly.
“What the fuck, you leave us alone! Why the hell are homos here. Get out!” Midori and the poor girl trembles in fear and Atsumu wants to blow a kick so bad but he can’t move because of the girls that are around him. Before he tried to push the girls away, he saw you moving towards him, taking away the beer can he has in his hands. “I’m sorry I’m taking this!” Your eyes had a small fire ignited in it and he can’t help but gave away his beer can, and then he saw you walking up on the couch and on to the head rest, spit into the beer and pours the beer all over the homophobic guy who slandered your friend. The guy was drenched and screamed because the beer was icy cold and it came to contact with his skin that got heated from way too much alcohol consumed.
“Oh, I am very sorry, I was convinced that this big hunk of muscle is a trash can!” you screamed with an evil laughter and the whole party laughed and cackled at the sight of the giant asshole from Engineering talking shit about the woman adored by the majority of campus. Midori is your best friend, a very kind, beautiful and valid lesbian friend of yours. You would do anything to protect her from the touch of homophobic devils that would insult her every now and then. It has been happening more recently after she got out of the closet, even when she was inside all this time, you have always given her tons of support and protection because it’s just something about you. Midori was already smiling and got herself up away from the sofa with the girl she was with, hands holding hers tightly.
“You punk! Are ya crazy? Do ya want me to kill ya like I kill your friend here?” your figure who had one leg propped on the head rest while the other on the couch went tense and is about to fall and the nasty asshole grabbed you by the neck, having you lifted in the air and no one helped to stand against him except Midori who was pulling your body before the guy fully grasped your entire neck in his hands. Before he even pressed harder on your throat, Atsumu landed a punch on his face, making himself knocked down on the floor. You already fell flat on the couch, trying to regain your breath. He warns the guy off and he immediately leaves after.
“Shit shit, are you okay?” Atsumu kneels on the floor to check up on you, who were lying on the couch, still coughing out and trying to calm down. Midori ran to get some water for you. “I’m fine, fine, where's Midori? Is she okay?” Midori hit you in the arm. “Idiot. I am fine but look at you, I told you I’m alright, if you give them attention and piss them off they will harm you, look what happened.” Midori cries and hugs you. Atsumu checked up on your face, saw tiny drops on the edge of your eye which got wiped away the instant Midori wrapped her arms around you. “I told you I will always protect you okay, I promised you that” Midori looked at your face again and was still sobbing. She turns towards Atsumu who stood by them. Suna and Komori arrived in the space after making sure the guys had run off. The party went back to normal and it’s chaos again.
“Thank you, Atsumu, if it weren’t for you, I don’t know what would happen to the both of us.” The girl from before is rubbing her hands on Midori’s back trying to calm her down. “No, [Name] did the most fight, I only come in when it gets physical. I let ya know when I see that guy again I am going to beat the living shit out of him. Nasty jackass.” Atsumu’s rage calms down when he sees you and Midori laugh, finally he makes a safe space for you and her. After some minutes of calming down and talking and giggling Midori takes the cue to leave. “I think I need to go now, need to take some air, you should, too, babe. Love you” Midori hugged and left with the girl she was with the entire time during the party.
Atsumu has long left you and Midori alone when you were busy talking to her, so he goes away somewhere to talk with some of the boys from the football club. They heard something about how that guy is a maniac and has been expressing his hate crimes for several years now, basically a loser and Atsumu thinks his sucker punch is something he could take pride in. After he saw Midori take off with the girl he saw you heading towards the door that linked to the backyard. More people were there, some were laying on the ground doing some unnecessarily lewd stuff that Atsumu does not want to remember.
He saw you taking a seat on one of the stools that was set up for guests to sit. He brought a can of beer, intended to give you. As he approaches you were rubbing around the area on your throat which the bully from before had pressed on. You were still in pain. “Hey, needa drink?” Atsumu hands over the beer while he sits down on the stool next to you. “Ah, I’m sorry I don’t...drink around guys. Trust issues.” Atsumu furrowed his eyebrows and he finally got what you were trying to say. “Oh, I totally get it, I’m sorry.” You were a flustered mess. You didn’t intend to actually...reject a kind offer from him but it’s a strange new place and strange new environment, though you knew Atsumu from high school to be quite a decent person that you– “[Name]? Are ya okay? Ya were about to say something earlier?” “Oh, yeah. You don’t have to apologise, we can just go for drinks some other times'' you let out a small laugh and he smiles. Awkward.
“Ya don’t have to worry about that guy, I heard someone is going to report him to the dean. He’ll be out in no time” you smirked. “Good! Midori must be happy”. The both of you laughed and the conversation continued randomly, topics about his volleyball activities and you popping in some random thoughts about life to him, it makes him feel weird at first but he picks up after quite some time.
And the night goes with you spending your night with him on his small bed in the apartment he shared with his other friends. Kisses are littered all over your body and Atsumu leads you through your first intimate session with so much ease and gentleness. He left an especially passionate kiss on the neck that tells the stories of your fight and trauma, hoping that he could kiss it away and replace it with the memories of your first. “Are ya really sure about this?” Atsumu asked at one point when you were making out with him on his lap just right after he got you in his room. “Please, do what you want” and Atsumu continues to ravish you and pulls on every article that trapped your beautiful untouched body.
The morning he woke up, you were sleeping soundly, despite the uncovered chest you had on display cause you fell asleep after the second round of fucking you had no chance to clean up or put on a shirt. The messy hair and arousing look you had on aside, you look too peaceful to be on someone’s bed, someone who you have known for a long time but have only gotten close from an impromptu encounter so Atsumu threw the plans of getting out of bed aside and continues watching the small details on your face. He would pick up the falling strands of your hair and tucks it behind your ear, trailing his fingers on the swollen lips you had after making out with him the entire night. He enjoys your presence. He likes it, being with you, so this is all worth it.
As your eyes fluttered open, squinting because of the bright sun, which was now covered by Atsumu’s hands to help you get back to sleep without the disturbance. You woke up anyway. “Atsumu, what are ya doing?” you asked, trying to pull the blanket that barely covers your naked front. “Just letting a princess continue her peaceful sleep” you were blushing, it feels like a dream to wake up with Atsumu next to you, so you lean into him more and he tackles you under the sheets. As Atsumu closes in again, about to kiss you like he did the previous night before, your eyes widened and you pushed him away, rolling out of bed naked. You pulled the blanket to cover yourself and scrammed to find your underwear and outfit from last night. “Fuck, fuck I’m late shit I gotta go” you were clasping your bra and putting on your underwear as you continue with your series of cuss words picked up at random. “What’s going on are you okay? Was it–“ you put on your jean shorts and looked at him. “No-no I’m late to a group discussion and I am going to die I think.” You already had your phone in hand with your bag in hand running to the door. Atsumu put on his sweatshirt and training shorts in a haste, offering to give you a ride.
“Hey, I can help ya get to yer spot with my car. Don’t have ta rush'' you gaped and mumbles thousands of gratefulness and lunges forward to hug but stopped yourself. In the car you were on a phone call with one of the people in your group and you immediately spilled the idea you had in mind in a heartbeat. Atsumu has been driving nowhere so he stops and parked his car at the parking space of the nearby McDonald’s. After several arguments and reasons to have your opinion accepted you finally heaved a relief and ended the call with another apology.
“Yer quite a persistent one aren’tcha?” you looked at him, face messy, unclean and tired. The post-sex glow seems to not work with everyone. “Yeah, there’s an event and I’m in charge. I was so caught-off guard. Pretty sure they will kick me out if they don’t accept my idea but guess not!” you laughed and smiled gleefully. Pure satisfaction whenever people acknowledge us. Atsumu understood that much. “So...since you don’t have to go...breakfast?” Atsumu points his thumb to the back of the car, which was the entrance to the McDonald’s. “No...I stink so much...but I am hungry so....drive-thru?” Atsumu smiles and puts down the handbrake. “Sure thing, princess”.
After you both got your respective breakfast meal set, Atsumu takes off to the lake and brought you together with him to eat on the benches. Atsumu enjoys the company as much as you did. What starts off with a random conversation of how the duck is limping, to talking about the fluffiness of the poodle someone took for a walk turns into a conversation about each others’ personal lives.
“If anything, virginity is a social construct to put down women, so if you think last night is fun just because of that, I am going to berate your entire existence” you warn him, mouth full with the breakfast muffin. “Sure, what’s fun about last night is that you’re hot and I like you.” Atsumu closes in, trying to make you feel more flustered. “You...like me?” you were blushing and he guessed that his classic method works. “Can say that, I don’t usually have breakfast with people I sleep with, so I think that’s how I know.” You scoffed as his smug smile grew wider. “Oh you’re quite a cheesy one. So, this isn’t just a one time thing?” you looked over to him. He said no and continued kissing you like he meant it.
Days after that, the dates are frequent, spending the night in his apartment is a routine, watching movies is a norm and the intimate sessions get more interesting for the past few months, he thinks he needs to tell you all about his fantasy and you told him yours and both wishes are fulfilled.
Day 150
Atsumu woke up from the nap, the movie was already finished by then. He reached for his phone which was ringing non-stop. He's going to puke his brains out. Midori was the one calling him. There are around 7 missed calls coming from Midori.
“Oi pisshead, your girlfriend’s drunk. Come and pick her up.” Atsumu looks at the time
10.50
“Didn’t last that long?” Atsumu giggles. Midori snapped.
“I’m being serious. She gets crazier now you need to pack her up. I can’t because my girlfriend is as shit-faced drunk right now.” Midori starts to call out your name to get off the table. Whatever that happened it must have been really shitty what’s going on down there at the bar.
“Okay, just text me the address I’m on my way” Atsumu took his wallet and car keys with him, all fresh to fetch your drunk ass home.
As soon as he arrived he stormed to the booth which you and Midori sat at. You were already lying down on the couch, fast asleep and giggling as you sleep. “Okay you’re here. I’m going home with my girlfriend so you take care of her properly.” Midori sat herself at the couch you were sleeping on. “[Name].....I’m going now so take care okay! Love you goodnight!” you were whining so loudly at her. “Nooooo....Midoriiiii-chan I am going to miss you don’t leave me” you were pouting and whining and hug Midori to prevent her from going. Atsumu stood at the side watching the mess unfold. “Your boyfriend is here to pick you up! Goodbye!” Midori dragged her girlfriend away and got out of the bar.
“Midori’s good at lying. There’s no way my boyfriend cares ‘bout me” Atsumu covers his face in shame because the other customers at the bar are looking at you. “Who are ya...are you a stranger? Can I call you Mr Stranger? You look handsome.” You giggled and Atsumu laughed at your cuteness. This is certainly a new side to you, he has never seen you turn into a giant ball of fluff before. “Okay now cmon Miss [Name] let’s get ya home.” Atsumu swooped your legs in his right hand while the other supported the small back of your body. Your eyes are still squinting which must be the reason why you can’t recognise Atsumu yet.
“I miss my boyfriend Mr Stranger. I want to see him...please take me to see him pleassseeeee.” You buried your face in his chest and held on to the cotton string of his hoodie. “Oh yeah? Is he really that handsome?” he puts you in the passenger seat and buckles your seatbelt. “He is! His hair colour is a bit funny, Midori said it makes it look like he bathed in piss” Atsumu got that too many times already. “But in my very personal point of view, it is kind of biased, he rocks that look. He looks hot!” Atsumu blushed and proceeded to head to the driver’s seat. It’s you and your habit of expressing too many opinions again. He liked this one. He also misses your constants chit chat after a whole month of not talking to each other because of a petty argument. He admits that he misses you so much, but a jerk like him won’t admit it. He’s going to break up with you anyway.
As he continues driving he would listen to what you said about ‘your boyfriend’ and he would sometimes smirks and whispers an ‘I know’ and sometimes it is too loud you caught him in the act. The night drive seems fun with you, and he figures you are still too drunk and even with too much talking your body stays the same. You fell asleep at some point, when he is close to the apartment you resided in. He found out after quite some time that Midori moved into her girlfriend’s apartment so now you live alone.
Even after he arrives at the apartment complex he lets you take some time to sleep, and as time passes by and it’s getting later into the night, he shakes your shoulder to wake you up.
“Hey, [Name], we’re here.” Atsumu smiles as you yawn and stretches your limbs.
“Mr Stranger? I have a secret. Can I tell you...I’m afraid to tell anyone.” You said after some time. Atsumu had no idea what to do. So he just played along. “Yeah, I promise I will keep it.” Atsumu laughs and looks at you.
“I think my boyfriend doesn’t love me. I kind of got the gist of it for a long time...but...now I am convinced. I think...the next time I see him, will be the last time I see him. And I–I don’t wanna” you cried immediately, you were sobbing too hard and you covered your face with the both of your palms. Atsumu is shattered especially, what you said was true. He might break it off when time comes, but seeing your heart broken and giving up the usual happy and chaotic smile and laughter you had because of the thought of breaking up with him, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. So he asked further. He needs to know more, he needs to know why. Why do you catch up to what he was thinking so fast?
“W-why is it?” Atsumu choked on his breath. His heart was thumping so loudly, and it was beating off the charts. “He seems to not want me around...I tried my best to give him space, time for himself but....he never wants a time wimme....and then...I-he-he don’t want to see me even when he is free”. You continue crying in the silent car, Atsumu wanted to reach your hands but he knew that would be such an asshole thing to do since he is the one causing this mess. Atsumu got out of the car and opened the door from your seat. “Hey hey let’s get you to your apartment okay?” Atsumu unbuckled the seat belt and you kept on crying, you pulled on his sweater and gripped it so tightly and wailed like a baby into his chest. He sighed and embraced you in a tight hug, calmly rubbing the small of your back trying to calm you down.
After quite some time only the sniffles could be heard. You start talking again. “You know...I’d rather see him happy even if it means I need to break up with him. Ah I’m so dramatic for no reason. Can you help...carry me to my apartment, Mr Stranger?” you pulled away from his hug, makeup ruined and eyes red. Atsumu smiled and nodded at you. “Of course, I’ll carry you.” He carried you in a manner when he hugs your tiny body to carry you to the bed during one of those nights he needed a release. This closeness to your warm body, and the earlier event that happened of you confessing to a complete stranger about him, he is regretting it.
Day 125
Atsumu just got home from South Korea. He was there for a training camp with the home team there because one of his coach from the MSBY Black Jackals used his connections with an old friend to conduct a camp for them to further polish the players’ skill in the said sport. It would be a great chance for him to bloom more than how he is after his successful debut as a Div. 1 League player.
He was simply relaxing around after two days and Osamu was cooking plenty of food for the gang. Osamu invited some friends of his, and Suna brought his girlfriend with him. Komori was there too, with his cousin. When Osamu asked if he was going to invite you, Atsumu shrugged and said no, he wants to relax without you around. Even if you are around you would never go that far to make him uncomfortable. He still hasn’t called you yet even when he landed in Tokyo two days before.
“Atsumu, didn’t ya miss yer girlfriend? Just tell her to come over.” Osamu said from the kitchen, bringing a pot of stew he made for the gang and putting it on the table. “Nah, she didn’t even know I’m in Tokyo.” Everyone in the living room looks at him. “Miya you’re kinda an asshole for that” Komori said as he passed a bowl to Suna and his girlfriend. “Cmon now don’t look at me like I’m a criminal or sumn...I just want to relax I’ll tell her later.” Atsumu scoffed and leaned his back to the sofa as he was sitting on the carpet.
“Are you...joking. She came by practice the other day, said she can’t reach you.” Sakusa said as he put down his mask aside and dug in. Atsumu knew that. He purposely ignored your text and calls and only left a message when you’re offline or when he knows you were sleeping. He doesn't want distractions. “Yer a prick, [Name]’s really nice and ya can’t see that. If ya got issues just break up already.” Suna speaks and his girlfriend agrees. “Yeah for real, if Rintarou had issues I know he is going to leave my ass in the streets. But I’m glad he has no problems. As a woman I will honestly kick you in the ass, ya know, that woman with woman solidarity.” Suna kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and Atsumu scoffed. “I know, I just don’t know the right time yet.” Komori already mumbles a series of cuss words, Osamu and Suna sigh and Suna pulls his girlfriend back from kicking Atsumu in the face. Sakusa heard a doorbell and reached for the door now to open.
“[Name]?” Sakusa screams in shock. Speaking of the witch. Well, you’re not a witch, you’re the sweetest person ever that happens to be Atsumu’s unlucky girlfriend. “Hey Sakusa-san! Nice to see you! I brought something!” you waltzed in the door and headed to the kitchen you’re already familiar with. Atsumu felt his guilt eating his insides. Who the fuck called you here?
Komori puts his phone up so Atsumu can see. Komori smirks at him and Atsumu flashes out the middle finger to him. Sakusa mumbles and points at Atsumu, he said somewhere along the lines of you solve this on your own, Miya!
Osamu headed to greet you first. “Hey Osamu, I brought some home made dorayaki for you and Atsumu. You guys love it right?” Osamu smiles and thanked you endlessly. You smiled but as you looked at the awkward little Atsumu behind Osamu you stopped smiling. He headed towards you and Osamu knows it’s his cue to leave the both of you in the kitchen.
“Hey, how’s South Korea?” Atsumu sat on the chair of the kitchen island. “Twas good. The food there, they’re amazing.” You hummed. “Glad you enjoyed it. Maybe I would know more if you actually answer my calls and texts about how busy you are and tell me when you arrived. But it seems like you don’t miss me that much.” You sighed.
“[Name], I’m just...I’m sorry I need time for myself I’m so tired.” You looked at him, sad and gloom covering your whole body like the dark blue cardigan you had around you. “Tired of me or of practice?” you asked and reached for the tips of his fingers. “That’s–that’s not it, okay. Please give me some time.” Atsumu pleaded, you flinched when he suddenly glared at you.
After some time, you released a deep breath and headed to the door. “Enjoy the dorayaki guys, I hope I don’t interrupt you guys. I’m sorry and please take care of Atsumu for me.” You opened the door and headed out. Atsumu is still in his seat. When the door was slammed he got up and sat himself back on the carpet around his friends. He picks up his chopsticks and pulls the omelette Osamu made. Everyone was staring at him.
“Eat your food and stop staring at me.” Atsumu rolled his eyes and ate more food on the table. “Ya don’t even want to chase her?” Osamu asked from beside him. “Nope.” Komori scoffed.
“Just want you to know she got here by bus alone. I don’t know if it helped change your mind.” Komori said and drank his cold lemon tea he poured for himself. Atsumu stopped chewing and clenched his jaw, looking at Komori.
“The one who ruined lunch is you, Atsumu.” Suna’s girlfriend said and Suna agreed. So does everyone else.
You don’t leave a text to Atsumu to the day he picked you up from the bar. He only texted you because he wants to end the relationship.
Day 153
Atsumu still has you in his arms. You’re already asleep, face still drenched with tears. He struggled with the pin to your apartment but picks up after a while of thinking. It is his birthday.
Atsumu realised he is a bigger asshole than how he was minutes ago in the car as he remembered that he had never come to your apartment. Months of relationship it was always his place as you always preferred his place over yours and he thinks that maybe if he was the one giving in more effort to be the one going all the way to your apartment to spend time with you, he would have felt better about himself. Normal dates outside are very rare aside from lunch or a quick grab of coffee before classes because he was too busy with his practices and you with your duties as a political science student.
He carried you to what he assumed to be your bedroom, carefully putting your body on the bed, taking off the leather jacket you had with you, slowly dragging the thick comforter to cover your shivering body. After shuffling in the kitchen, looking to find some aspirin and a glass of water for you to gargle right after you woke up he put it on the desk at your bedside.
He saw a picture of you and Midori on the table, during graduation day. Midori carried you on her back while you threw a peace sign with tongue out and Midori making a disgusted face. He laughs at it, putting it back to where it belongs, carefully.
You had a lot of other pictures pasted on the wall, the one that faces you when you sit on your study table. The notes and thick books are messily arranged on the shelf, a succulent that says ‘Good Job!’ on the table standing cutely, possibly the one that kept you up during the late night study sessions. He never really checked up on you and your studies, how did you manage to be so strong on your own without a supportive boyfriend, he doesn't know.
And then he saw the pictures you hung neatly. He took the pictures one by one and saw some notes you scribbled on the back of the photograph.
First, a picture with your parents. You talked about them at some time because you’re their only daughter and you missed them as much as they missed you. One time when you were making out with Atsumu your parents called and you pushed him away to answer the phone call. So funny how you got so innocent and angel-like just right after doing some lewd stuff with Atsumu just with the voice of your parents on the phone. At the back of the picture, it wrote.
Secured the top-scorer title with a scholarship! Mommy and Daddy are proud of me and I will never stop!
The second picture is of you and Midori at a pride parade. This time you wore a white t-shirt with blue jeans and sneakers and you looked absolutely mesmerizing.
Pride with Midori. I am so happy for her!!
Some other pictures of you at an animal shelter, old folks home, in the streets, caring for homeless people, women’s march and marathon for cancer awareness. You were basically everywhere and it is what makes him regret not finding out about this side of you. All he does is talk about his talent in volleyball and you always make him feel the best that he never gave a chance for you to talk about yourself.
Atsumu can’t stop the stretch of his smile and it is making his jaw sore. He is so whipped for you. You have always been such a caring person to him, doing your best to take care of him when game losses make his sour mood make a nasty comeback.
He would cry in a phone call because he messed up his set and you arrived in his room, dropping your bag to hug him and lull him back to sleep. He cries so hard and you would never make him cry worse than he did, you were always comforting but his pride and selfishness would forget that in a day because he thinks the relationship you had with him is a waste.
Atsumu is a fool. He didn’t realise how much his confusion hurts you more than it hurts himself. He is such a fool for not being there to protect you. The thought of you crying minutes earlier makes him scream in his heart, he doesn't ever want to see it again. If he made that happen again he will never forgive himself and if he has to build a shrine and be a monk to make sure his sins are forgiven he would do it. He would do anything for you.
The last picture hid him the hardest.
It was him, and you, during his debut game as MSBY Black Jackals setter.
You had your body leaned into his arm, smiling wide with a bouquet of flowers for him in your hand. He was staring at the camera with a lazy smirk, hands encircling your waist. It was sweet, and you look very cute standing next to him, in his embrace like that. A sight so beautiful. It is a shame when he remembers what exactly happened that night.
It was a very joyful day for Atsumu and for you but Atsumu didn’t even tell you about the match, you were only informed of the game because of Komori so the ticket you got is because Osamu gave up his ticket for you. He is tired of seeing Atsumu play volleyball and he can see it on his phone if he wants so he just gave it to you, saying you deserve it better. Even when you’re not informed about the game, you still showed up in the cutest little dress with the cutest little smell and the cutest bouquet of baby breath flowers for him.
Atsumu is not fond of flowers. He is not fond of surprises either. When you showed up on the court, congratulating him, he was shocked. He was busy talking to fangirls and kids who love volleyball until you call out his name with so much pride.
“Atsumu aaaa I am so proud of you! You worked so hard for this and I am sorry I don’t know of this sooner.” You hugged him and pat his back when you hugged him. Eyes glistening as you pulled away. Said the cries are happy tears. You told one of the passers-by to take a picture of you and Atsumu, resulting in the small piece of photography in his hand.
Later that night he went with his team and celebrated the debut together with them while you took off to your apartment, barely making it to the last bus of the night to get there safely, wishing you were with Atsumu in his car instead.
He turned the picture over. There is a long note there.
Might be the first ever picture with Atsumu, like ever. Nonetheless I am so happy and so proud of him it made my jaw hurt so much as I write this. I can’t stop smiling!!! I hope I can attend more of his games, more to his success, more time with him. I feel like I am the happiest person alive! I feel like one of the fantasy film protagonists where the person they have loved for a long time is within their arms, finally! I am so happy to have known Atsumu since the beginning days of school, how his charming and cunning personality, inspiring and charismatic figure would walk down the hallways of Inarizaki, I will always fall for him over and over again. I love him so much, and even if it takes a thousand years to wait for him I will always wait. Praying that this essay reaches the Gods because I love him too much, I don’t even want to let him go. I love Miya Atsumu, and I hope he feels the same thing too.
Atsumu pasted the picture back on the wall, turning off the study lamp and closing the door as he walked out. He sat on the couch in the living room, only having the kitchen light to illuminate the entire apartment. As he sat there, tears rolled off his eyes and loud sobs spilled out of his mouth.
He realised he is such a foolish man, living in a complete lie with an angel from heaven taking care of him despite getting paid dust in return. He cried so hard he took the pillow next to him and cried himself to sleep.
Day 154
If it is not for the bubbling and disturbing feeling in your stomach, you wouldn’t have gotten up and run to the bathroom to puke your guts out, but here you are. Smelling so stinky you just take a shower along the way. Fresh out of the shower in clean new clothes you saw a tall glass of water with your birth control pills right beside it. After downing the glass of water you headed to the kitchen to grab an aspirin to calm down the throbbing pain of your chest.
What you found instead is the sight of Atsumu, wearing an apron on top of his white t-shirt. It has been way too long since you have last seen him, and you didn’t expect to encounter him in your apartment, let alone him in the kitchen, preparing a breakfast for two. “Atsumu! What are you doing here!” you screamed audibly to him and got to the table to see a tray of rice and a bowl of soup on the table.
“Ah, ya woke up earlier than I thought ya would, was intending to make breakfast on bed like in that one cheesy film you love so much.” You blushed. You headed to the cupboard and popped the aspirin into your mouth with the assistance of the barley tea Atsumu prepared for you.
As you sat down awkwardly, he pulled out the rice bowl and put the tray in the sink and scooped another bowl of rice and soup for himself. He prepared a hearty meal for two, a miso soup to help you sober down and ease the gut after rounds of alcohol shots dumped in your body.
Right, you were drunk last night. “So why are you here?” you asked after spooning out the final drop of the miso soup. “You remember nothing at all?” Atsumu asked. “Wait...so...Midori didn’t lie?” you asked again. Just realising that Midori already told you that your boyfriend was there.
“Oh my god...how much did I say?” you pressed your palms on your face and dropped them to your lap. Atsumu smiles.
“You said a lot! You said too much that it made me learn a lot.” Atsumu reaches your hands the moment it gets on to the table. He clasped it with care and so much gentleness even when his hand is calloused and rough from the intense training for so many days in a week.
Atsumu sighs and hangs his head low. “I just realised that all this time, our relationship is one-sided” you gasped and the grip on his hands gets tighter. “I...took you for granted. I never gave you a comfort space to live in, a shoulder to cry on, and I have never...expressed my feelings for you.” You were trembling and Atsumu fully connected your fingers with his, interlacing it together hoping that neither of you will let it go.
“All this time you were always there for me, no matter what I was struggling with, no matter the time and place you would rush and hug me and tell me that it will be okay but I let you cry on your own whenever you deal with the same problem. I made a big mistake, and I swear to my life that I will make it up to you.” You got up from your seat and went to the sink along with your empty bowls. Atsumu got there too, hugging you from behind.
“I am so sorry for being late, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts when I see you get hurt because of me.” Atsumu hugged you like he would make you dissolve in his body, it was so tight and warm and comforting it felt like home.
Miya Atsumu is your home. You are his home. And so he kisses your hair, your neck, your shoulders to make sure you won’t disappear before him, to tell you that what he said is true.
You turned around. Holding his head in your hands.
“Atsumu, I love you too, and I missed you so much.” You smiled as the tears dropped, and Atsumu thinks this sight of yours hurts him as much as it makes his heart feel warm. It was a mixed feeling, but he knows that the perfect moment is right there, he holds your waist and your neck and kisses you on the lips with so much need and passion, to tell you that he loves you.
Your hands went to wrap itself on his neck, occasionally stopping by to run your hair through the blonde locks you love so much. He kisses in deeper and languid motion; it makes your head drowsy, worse than what the alcohol did to you but the sensation is nice. The alcohol was bitter and you hated it, this kiss tastes sweet and flavourful and you love it.
Atsumu continues while he carries you towards the bedroom he left you in alone last night, slowly putting your body on the messy bed who still has the scent of you from last night. It is supposed to gross you out but Atsumu is making it harder for you to breathe so nothing really matters, and Atsumu loves the scent as much as you love his oozing warmth that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He continues peppering kisses along your entire body, just like the night when you first spent together. Shirts off, pants off, underwear off. There’s nothing in the way of the both of you in the intense love-making session. Atsumu loves the way his name rolls on your tongue as he nibbles addictively on your neck, your chest and your tummy that is filled with the food he made for you, the love he had in store from his heart is delivered into you with so much ease. He plans to deliver some more as his kisses turn more passionate as the clock ticks, tongue intermingles and liquid drooling out of each other’s hot mouth.
Atsumu is already so eager to get inside you but he always has to prioritise you before him so he asked you. “Can I-can I get on with it now?” he asked, trying to recollect his breath at the same time while he looks for a particular wrapper in the drawer of your bedside table. “It’s fine, Atsumu, I’m on birth control.” You smiled at him and he smiled back, caressing your cheeks, touching your lips and tucking your hair behind your cute ears he loved to kiss so much. “You know, you mistook the birth control pills for aspirin that’s why I rummaged through the whole cupboard to look for one.” You gave him a glare so cute he continues kissing you. “My bad, baby. Can I get in now?” He asked with a teasing little smirk displayed on his stupidly handsome face.
“Yes, you can Atsumu.” You kissed him on the cheeks and hugged his neck as he entered. Inches by inches you sucked him in and he would kiss your temple to make you feel better after the stretch. The time away clearly made a lot of changes between the two of you, and it all makes this event more admirable than the ones before, because of the heartfelt confession you shared with him in the morning. All he wants to do is kiss your body like it is the only thing in this world worth worshipping. You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened in his life anyway, and he would never regret anything in his life anymore.
After the both of you peaked, he released into you, stayed there for a few minutes and took it out after he finally made your deep furrowed eyebrows disappear. You finally relax after the soothing time with your dearest one and he plopped himself next to you.
Atsumu opened his arms and you found him inside it, getting smooches here and there as he hugged you. He would play with your hair, draw stars on the naked back of yours, and you would draw circles on his chest as you listen to the small heart beat in him.
His heart was beating because of you.
“Hey, that noise in there is because of ya.” Atsumu kissed you on the forehead.
“Oh really, yer not special, Miya, listen to mine!” you said with a glare after hitting him playfully on his chest.
“Uhuh...can I kiss it? Like this?” Atsumu continues his attack on your chest and you laughed loudly as he starts skimming his fingers on your waist and your tummy. He was smiling and laughing into the attack.
Atsumu thinks that even if it is true that he is a fool, at least he is a fool that is so foolishly in love with you.
#Miya Atsumu#miya atsumu x reader#miya atsumu angst#haikyuu x reader#atsumu angst#atsumu reader#atsumu reader smut
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Good Luck Charm
Hollywood Vampire Series part I
Pairing: Johnny Depp x Reader
Summary: Your lifelong dream to meet your favourite actor, Johnny Depp has finally come true. What happens when you finally come face to face with and manage to impress him?
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Johnny Depp. Even thinking about his name makes my heart skip a little beat. I’ve been a fan of his for years, seen just about every single one of his movies (and know just about every word in them too). When the Hollywood Vampires had announced their latest world tour a few months back, there was no doubt about me trying to get VIP tickets, but I’d somehow managed to end up with something better. My best friend, Alex, works at the concert venue, and for my birthday, had given me an ‘access all areas’ pass for the show. Not only would I be seeing the concert, but I had full access to backstage. But the thing I was still trying to wrap my head around was the fact that I’d be meeting Johnny Depp.
I’d been thinking about it for months. What was I going to wear? What was I going to say to him? Or would I find a way to make a complete idiot of myself?
Today was going to be the day that I’d finally find out. After days of planning out my outfit, I’d decided on something a little grungy, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a Jim Morrison t-shirt (to maybe grab Johnny’s attention), leather jacket, and a pair of Dr Martens boots. With it being a Hollywood Vampires concert, it only felt appropriate to dress up a little vampy.
“Y/N! Hey! Hi!”
It’s Alex, and she has her arms open ready to hug me.
“How do I look?” I ask once I pull back and give a little twirl to show off my outfit.
“Like you’re about to catch Johnny Depp off guard and take his breath away.”
I snorted. “Very funny.”
“Don’t act as if that wasn’t the answer that you were wanting!”
I have to hand it to her, she knows me well, but she has been my best friend since we were kids.
“I hardly slept last night thinking about it…”
Alex laughs and shakes her head. I know she’ll find it amusing and pretty typical of me.
“But now you’re here, I can give you the whole backstage tour. Come right this way.”
She ushers me towards a door with the lettering “Artists and personnel only”. After a couple of minutes of walking down one corridor, it opens up to a giant concrete looking area. I’m shown places like the wardrobe room, where all of the band's clothes are already hanging up, ready for the show later. The band's green room, where there are bottles of alcohol ready to be opened. The highlight had been seeing the rack of Johnny’s guitars and better yet, the marked out dressing rooms for the band members. The pre-show buzz was starting to take hold with people running about the place in all sorts of different directions.
By the time that we’re done, it’s time to go to meet and greet. Alex escorts me back down the long concrete corridor, to the meet and greet hall.
“Good luck! And promise you’ll tell me everything later.”
The room is already teaming with a couple of hundred fans, all waiting for Johnny, Alice and Joe to come on through. I’m not feeling nervous, but instead, excited. The room erupts into a fit of screams as the band enters the room. My eyes instantly look onto Johnny. He’s wearing one of his usual edgy Hollywood Vampires outfits with layers of jewellery. He’s even more handsome in person. It doesn’t even bother me that I’m at the back of the line, it means more time to be able to look at, and soak up the feeling of being in the same room as him. It’s endearing watching him interact with his fans because he takes his time and indulges every single one of them. I know that when he eventually gets to me, it’s going to be worth it.
Needless to say, when I’m next (and decidedly last) in line, he’s looking a little worse for wear, as if he’s between needing a good drink, a cigarette and a nap… or maybe all three at once, somehow. I hadn’t figured out what my first words to him were going to be, but I wanted to be memorable. Not just for being the last fan. But for not fitting into all the other conversations that I’ve been overhearing him having. I’m not going to be starstruck, he’s only another person.
“You know, if you want to take a moment for yourself to smoke a cigarette or have a drink, you can. I’m not going to go screaming from the rooftops about it.”
Right away, he’s raising an eyebrow at me, as if he’s uncertain by the invitation.
“Honestly, it’s fine. I’ve got all day.”
I can see the little bit of reluctance disappear from his face, and while he doesn’t take up the offer of a drink right away, he does reach into his pocket for his rolling tobacco -- despite all of the no-smoking signs around the room, nobody is going to be telling him off.
“Do you smoke too?” He asks, offering me the packet. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders.
“I wouldn’t put that stuff into my lungs willingly.” I can see his eyebrow-raising again, he obviously isn’t going to retaliate with anything. I let him light up his cigarette and move for the next subject change. I’ve overheard people telling him how much they love the album, and the fact that they do a mixture of original stuff and covers.
“I love the album, you know, Heroes is my favourite cover because you get to sing…” What I haven’t heard once is the suggestion of other songs. “School’s Out is good, but Poison would sound amazing with you and Joe on guitar. I keep thinking how something by the Rolling Stones would sound cool too, like, ‘Paint it Black’ or ‘Sympathy for the Devil’, kind of feels like it would be Alice’s kind of aesthetic.”
I’m not sure where the apparent confidence is coming from, but I’m happy to run with it, especially when Johnny seems to be visibly impressed by it. His lips pull into a grin, clearly amused by the last part of my statement and what I’m trying to get at.
“I wouldn’t be too fooled by the gothic exterior, he’s a softie, deep down.” He pauses to take a drag on his cigarette. “I’ve always wanted to do something by The Doors… A vamped up version of Light my Fire or something.” Ah, so he has spotted the t-shirt.
“Good choice.” I’m hardly going to tell him that there are plenty other songs out there that I think they could do better, but then again, maybe he’s secretly testing me and wants me to. “Break on Through to the other side would sound even better.”
He’s impressed, the way that his eyes light up really shows it. I can see his mouth open, ready for a response for me, when one of the band's security interjects and places a hand on his shoulder.
“Johnny, I’m sorry, but we’re already running ahead of schedule here-”
He scowls, evidently irritated at the fact he’s being told to move things along.
“I’m sorry,” He pauses and pushes his hand through his hair. “But what are your plans after the show? I’d love to see you at the party and maybe buy you a drink...”
Is this a dream? I’ve got to be dreaming. This isn’t happening.
“I’d love that.” I’m trying to keep my composure and not show my excitement, or the fact I’m freaking out on the inside.
“Great -- what’s your name?”
“Y/N.”
He holds his hand out to me to shake. “I’m Johnny.”
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The music is loud, or maybe my ears are still ringing a little bit from the concert. The band had been simply incredible! I swore that Johnny had been looking right at me at a few points, and even going as far as to wink. Tonight was shaping up to be something.
Johnny had stuck to his promise and put my name on the guestlist for the show after-party. I was still trying to get my head around what was happening. I was at a Hollywood Vampires after-party, and it was everything that I had imagined it to be. The place was decked out in black and red decor, and fittingly playing old classic rock from the speakers. I feel like I’m standing out a little bit. Everyone seems to know each other one way or another and are engrossed in some kind of conversation.
“You made it,” The voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin. Johnny Depp is standing right behind me. “I didn’t have any other invites,” As if I would have been anywhere else. “The show was amazing, by the way, you were great.” He’s probably had people coming up to tell him all night, but it still feels appropriate.
“How do you feel about meeting the band and then I’ll buy you that drink?” My widened eyed expression is enough for him to laugh. “I’ll introduce you, come on.”
The Hollywood Vampires are standing at the other side of the room, laughing together like a bunch of teenage boys. “Guys!” He holds his hand up to try and get their attention. “This is y/n, the girl I was telling you about from meet and greet.”
He’d been talking about me.
“And the reason that Johnny was almost late!” The band start to laugh in unison and Johnny shakes his head and lets out a defeated sigh.
“This is Tommy, Joe and I don’t think that Alice really needs an introduction...” I shake hands with them all in term, but when it comes to Alice, he’s glaring at Johnny. “Hey!” He objects and again, the band are just about on the floor laughing. Making fun of each other in turn is a thing, it seems.
“I feel like I should be offering to buy you all a drink, what an amazing show you pulled off.”
“Thank you, darlin’, really glad that you enjoyed it.” Alice replied, “But we’re buying you the drink.” We stand and talk for a little while, mainly about music, before Johnny buts into the conversation.
“Now if you guys wouldn’t mind excusing us, I do believe I promised the lady a drink.”
I can feel a blush rise into my cheeks at the realisation that he’s talking about me. “It was nice meeting you guys, good luck for the rest of the tour.” We say our pleasantries and goodbyes. The group disperses, leaving just me and Johnny standing.
“Another admittance on my part, I don’t enjoy these after-parties, they’re too loud for my taste.” He scratches the back of his neck, as if he’s a little nervous . “I know I’m being bold, but would you like to come back to the hotel with me for that drink?”
Pinch me.
Johnny Depp’s hotel suite is bigger than my entire studio apartment. It shouldn’t be a surprise to me that it’s that extravagant, but it’s straight-up like something out of Pretty Woman. It’s a little hard not to stare with your mouth open around the place. Plus the fact, I’m in his hotel room.
“Pick your poison,” He gestures towards the rooms mini-bar, “Or if none of this is suitable, I can call for room service.”
I shake my head, “A bottle of beer is fine, you don’t need to order a bottle of champagne on ice on my account.” Johnny laughs and grabs a bottle of pass over to me, which I twist the lid from and bring it up to my lips for a taste.
“You’re an easy girl to impress.”
I scoff, there are plenty out there that I’m sure would say otherwise. “Somewhat.”
He, too, grabs a bottle of beer and sits down on the bed. We start to talk, he wants to know about my life, my job, my friends... And while I’m more than certain of the fact that I’m boring the pants off of him, he’s listening as if he’s absorbing and holding onto every word.
When I tell him about my love for poetry, his eyes light up in curiosity. “Who would you say is your favourite poet?”
I want to set out and impress him, tell him the name of somebody he hasn’t heard before, but I go with my heart. “Oscar Wilde -- I know, it’s a typical answer but there’s just something about his writing which resonates with the soul.”
“I’d agree, actually-” He pauses to bring his beer bottle up to his lips. “There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it’ is one that’s always stuck with me.”
“I can resist everything but temptation.” I grin at him and shrugged my shoulders, always a quote that I’ve related to.
I look back at him, to notice where his gaze is, right at my lips. Before I have a second to comprehend what’s going on, he leans forward, his lips brushing against mine. It takes me by surprise. Johnny Depp is trying to kiss me.
“I’m sorry, shit, I’m sorry. It’s just-” He starts to hastily explain. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I thought-”
He doesn’t get his last word out because I bring my lips back onto his to return the kiss. It’s soft, slow, and tender. I feel his tongue trace along my bottom lip, as if asking to deepen the kiss.
I’m kissing Johnny Depp. Johnny Depp is kissing me.
I don’t know how to comprehend it.
Or how I’m even going to begin to tell Alex when she texts me tomorrow.
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Convinced- eren x reader
(⚠️WARNING⚠️ -this story contains substance use, strong language, sexual content and more)
*Ding*
Connie:
-Yo imma pick you up at around 7:30-ish to be ready.
"Ughh I hope I'm making the right decision" you thought to yourself.
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It's was already 7:12 pm and you haven't even gotten up to change yet, you look at the time one more time and see how late it has gotten and frantically rush to your closet to get something to wear. 'This is such a drag. Why did I even bother to say yes'. You chose a short miniskirt and a cropped shirt and put them on as fast as you can. You ran to the bathroom and fixed your hair and makeup. As your in the middle of doing your make-up Connie calls you. 'Oh no. don't tell me he's here already it's only 7:20' you whined. You pick up the phone call and Connie says.. "Yo I'm in the neighborhood but I'm having trouble finding your complex, mind giving me some directions again?" you sighed, " You have been to my apartment over 20 times now how do you not remember??" You asked. "Look bruh it's really confusing and you already know ian good with directions!" Connie said frustrated. "As soon as you enter the neighborhood you take a right, then two lefts." You said pissed off. "OH YEAHH I REMEM-" you ended the phone call. As you finished off your lipgloss, you grabbed your bag and debated on if you should wear shoes or heels 'I don't even know if I remember how to walk in those' you said looking at your heels, you grabbed your shoes instead. Then you heard it, a rapid knocking at the door, indicating Connie was here. You grabbed your things and did a little jog to the door.
"Woah you smell so good!" Connie said. He was wearing sweatpants and a Dolce & Gabbana long sleeved shirt. You couldn't lie he was a good looking guy and he knew how to dress, and on top of that he's one of the most funniest people you know.
"Thanks Connie" you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "Who's hosting this party anyways?" You ask as you lock your door.
"It's this guy named Jean or something like that" Connie says.
Your eyes widen to the name 'well now I know Alessia is going to be there'. "Wow I guess that's just my luck huh?" You say.
"What do you mean that's 'just your luck'?"Connie asks. The expression on his face is pure confusion.
"We used to date in high school, that's all" you state with a relaxed attitude.
Connie presses the elevator button to get back down to the first floor and he asks "Isn't that, kind of a big deal, like what were the odds that you both went to the same out of state University?" Connie asks.
"I dunno I guess it is." you shrug. 'I mean he isn't wrong I haven't seen him since senior year and I'm now a sophomore, that like what almost 2 years?' Your thoughts get interrupted... "Y/n ... Y/n... Y/N??" Connie basically shouts, gaining your attention back to reality.
"W-what do you want, goddamn?" You ask irritated by his loud tone.
"You weren't answering me, I was trying to ask you are you going to drink tonight?" Connie asks.
"Uhh I don't know yet, I'll see how crazy the party is when I get there, and if it's bad then I probably won't drink much" you say as you open his passenger side car door.
"Drink much?? SO YOUR GOING TO DRINK?" Connie asks excitedly.
"Why the fuck are you screaming I'm literally right next to you? But yeah I am." You respond back.
"O-oh sorry I don't realize how loud I get..." he says scratching the back of his head with a nervous expression.
As you guys are driving you don't even realize that it's almost dark outside as the yellow sunset hits your skin in the car. Connie's music was playing way to loud but you would have to get used to it anyway once you get to the party, 'at least his taste in music isn't bad' you think to yourself. As (s/n) plays in the background. You've been to parties before but since it's been so long, your nerves are through the ceiling and the butterfly's in your stomach are giving you mild cramps. 'Just take a deep breath, you've done this before.'
Before you know it, you and Connie are already at the party, it's being hosted in a big house with it's own gate (that was left open). You can see the flashing lights coming through the windows and as you drive closer you can feel the bass of the music. Connie parks his car off to the side so it's easy for him to get out, and you both exit the car.
"We won't be on the first floor, all the secondary people who didn't get invited personally by the owner or the owners friends stay on that floor" Connie says.
"Reiner invited me since we've been friends since Freshman year" he states.
"Oh okay, hopefully it's more calm upstairs.." you say as you guys walk to the front door.
As soon as the the huge double doors open you can see a sea of people partying. All packed together like it was a concert or something. You see couples making out, girls grinding on guys, people throwing up because they can't take what's in their cup any longer, there are girls without any clothing on waist up exposing their breasts to a group of guys. Connie grabs your hand and leads you threw the crowd. He can see the look of concern and disgust on your face.
"Sorry that you have to see this." He says rolling his eyes.
He grips on to your hand a little tighter since the crowd was getting more packed the further down you go. The finally you guys reached it, the stairs. There is a velvet rope indicating that only a certain few are allowed up there. Two men stood there, one of them smoking a cigarette and the other holding a list of names.
"Name?" The man with the list asks coldly. He had dirty blonde hair and tattoos on the sides of his face.
"Connie. Connie Springer." Connie says back equally as coldly.
You can feel the eyes of the other man landing on you, you can feel him looking at your body and then breasts.
"Your good to go." The blonde boy states.
'Finally' you think to yourself in relief. Just the fact that someone was probably just thinking of having sex with you without even knowing you made you feel uncomfortable. You start walking up the stairs and you can still feel his eyes on you, specifically your ass. You were fuming up 'does he have no shame?!' You think angrily to yourself. You've had just about enough you were about to turn around and tell him off.. then Connie walks right up behind you so it's blocks the mans view. You sigh out in relief.
"Sorry about that, some people just have no self control." Connie whispers in your ear so the man doesn't hear anything.
You and Connie make your way up the spiral staircase, you can imminently feel how much more quieter it gets when you get up there. In front of you guys is a hallway with 3 doors on each side and double doors at the end of the hall. You notice the doors have signs on them. "Vacant" or "Empty". Only two of the doors had the sign flipped to "Vacant".
"There for people who want private rooms, like if only a certain group of people wanted to do something together or if you wanted to hookup with someone." Connie says.
"Yeah I figured, that's really smart." You respond back. You can feel the vibrations of the music downstairs at your feet.
"Thank god were not down there" you say in relief.
"Yeah, that place is crazy all the time I don't know how people find that fun." Connie says rolling his eyes.
Connie opens the door for you. To the right there's a T.V hooked onto the wall and a group of 10 people sitting together just talking. To the left is a mini kitchen. You can see that behind the kitchen is a table with food, drinks, and cups there. You noticed the cups were color coded, three colors, neon blue, neon pink, and neon green. In front of each cup was a sign. In front of the neon blue cups was the sign "Taken", I'm front of the of the neon pink cups was "Not looking for any relationship", and in front of the Green cup was "Single". Connie went ahead a grabbed a blue cup and poured himself the fruit punch and alcohol mixture. Connie was currently dating Sasha but she was on a trip with her family for the holidays leaving Connie all alone. You went ahead a grabbed a green cup for yourself and poured (f/d) in it instead. You weren't going to have alcohol until a little later since it was only 8:13 pm.
"Come on let me introduce to everyone I know" Connie says taking your hand leading you to a room in the back.
Connie leads you to the room which contained a Billiardo table to the very right which two men were using and there was a couch at the back that had a group of people sitting there. You could see Jean sitting on the floor in between a black haired girls legs while throwing darts to the wall. His hair was grown out and he looked much more mature. Next to the black haired girl on the couch was a blonde boy with an undercut. On the couch on the other side was a brown haired boy with long hair tied back into a messy bun, he has tattoos on his right arm and some on his left, and he had stud piercings in his ears. He was wearing grey sweatpants with a shortsleeved shirt with the word "Primitive" on the front. They shirt wrapped perfectly around his sculpted biceps. You looked away to make sure nobody notices that your staring. Next to him is a blonde girl she was somewhat tall and had facial bangs. There are two girls on the floor, another blonde girl but she was short and more petite and another girl next to her with brown hair and freckles flirting with her making the blonde one blush. You realize Jean and the black haired girl cups are blue. You also see that The blonde boy and the girl next to the brown haired boy guys are also blue. Everyone else's cups were green. 'A lot of taken people' you think to yourself.
"WOAH NO WAY" you can hear Jean scream locking eye contact with you "IS THAT REALLY YOU Y/N?" He says while getting up. You can tell the black haired girl is staring him down.
"Y-yeah. It's been so long!" You say while side hugging him. You can smell the faint scent of marijuana on him. The black haired girls eyes reach you staring you down, looking at your breasts and body figure. You turn your head to the back of the room Where a tall brown haired boy and blonde hair boy make their way to you.
"Yo Reiner!" Connie says while dapping him up.
"Yo Connie!" He says back. His eyes land land on you, locking eye contact.
"Connie who'd you bring with you?" He said with a smirk on his face looking at Connie and then right back at you.
"Oh this is y/n, she's normally a homebody but she finally agreed to come with me to one party" Connie said while rolling his eyes.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Reiner." He said while sticking his hand out indicating to shake hands with him. You shake his hand, and he holds on a little longer instead. You manage to let go without being awkward or rude a flash a smile at him. 'What the fuck.' You think to yourself . You can see the brown haired boy next to him seems nervous and a little shaky. He look at him and smile and he gives you a nervous smile back.
"H-hi my n-name is Bertolt" he says clearly shaken up. Connie slaps his hand onto Betolt's shoulder and says..
"No need to be shy Bertolt just be yourself! Nobody is going to like you if your going to act so shy." Connie said with a cheeky smile on his face.
"Hey, I'm Y/n" you say with a smile on your face, making him blush even harder.
"Anywaysssss enough of that" Connie says while taking you to the group of people at the sofas.
"Everyone, this is Y/n L/n" Connie says 'I can introduce myself dickhead' you think to yourself.
"I'm Armin, nice to meet you!" The Blonde boy says sweetly. 'He's like a cute cinnamon bun' you think to yourself. You smile sweetly back at him.
"I'm Annie. I've actually seen you around we have a class together." She says with almost little to no expression on her face but you can tell that's the way she is. "Actually i remember you; you sat next to me in that chem lecture one time!" You say back.
" I'm Mikasa." She stated coldly. 'Damn mad at me already? I barely fucking did anything.' You think to yourself but not daring to say it out loud. You force yourself to smile 'I hate these type of things everything seems so forced' you think. "Nice to meet you" you say while giving her a fake smile.
"H-h-hi I'm H- histori-a" the blonde girl said barely managing to get any air as the brown hair girl is choking her from behind. "And I'm Ymir" she says with a huge grin across her face. You start laughing at their greeting. "Y'all seem close " You say as you sit yourself next to them Connie following behind you, finding a seat facing it backwards, and then sitting in it so his chest could be resting in the back side.
"I'm Eren, Eren Yeager." The brown haired boy said in a relaxed tone but you noticed his eyes went to the top of you, to your feet, and back up. 'Goddamn who gave him the right to be so hot' you thought to yourself. "Nice to meet you, Eren." you say in a relaxed tone making sure you hide your nervousness.
As the night went on, Reiner and Bertolt came to join you guys. After many attempts of Reiner trying to flirt with you he gave up as he got a drunk. They talked about all the drama that's been going around, who's dating who, who got arrested, who got so fucked up "that one time". They more they talked the more they drank. After awhile you saw it was 11:15 pm and you finished what was in your cup. You left the room and made your way to the kitchen to see if they had any good alcohol drinks, you open the fridge and grab and vodka bottle and pour yourself a shot. You jump up and sit on the counter and took a look around, everyone who was once watching infront of the T.V were either asleep or on the balcony outside. 'Ahhh some peace and quiet' you think to yourself then you remember that Alessia told you she hooked up with a guy named Jean 'wait a second something doesn't add up how could have she hook up with Jean if Jean has a girl friend?' You go on your phone to see if she put anything on her story and she did.. she was a black haired boy who was tagged with the name "Jean". 'ohhh okay so it wasn't the Jean I knew' you thought to yourself relieved. You grabbed your bag to get the blunt that you rolled before you came... as your looking you realize you can't find it, you frantically search through your bag"what- where is it I swear I brought it?!" you say frustrated.
"Brought what?" A familiar voice asked, you froze for a slight second startled by it. You turned to to see who said that, it was Eren. He was even taller then he looked when he was sitting down.
"O-oh my god you scared me" you responded back sounding startled.
"Oh sorry I didn't mean too, I thought you heard me open the door." Eren said. 'Wait is that piercing on his-' you realize your staring too long.
"It's fine don't worry about it, but I brought a blunt with me before I came but I can't find it now." You say back.
"Damn maybe you dropped it somewhere." He responded not breaking eye contact with you as he comes into the kitchen.
"Y-yeah maybe.." you say back. 'Why's he coming over here?' . He walks over to the fridge and grabs a drink, leans his back against the fridge (which is right in front of you). After 15 seconds of silence he strikes up a conversation
"If you want I have a blunt? But we have to share." Eren says.
"Wait are you sure?" You ask him feeling guilty.
"Yeah it's no big deal" he says while smiling at you.
You were right he does have a tongue piercing.
"Thank you so much" you say back.
As you guys share the blunt you both start talking about your school schedule, turns out that you have the same lunch break and most of your classes are the same just with different teachers. By the time the blunt is finished both of your eyes are bloodshot. You look at his arm he has a tattoo of a dragon, 'that's the same one I have' you think to yourself in utter shock 'how did I not notice?'. Just to make sure you ask him..
"Do you mind if I see your tattoo really quick? You ask him.
He walks closer to you and lifts up his sleeve exposing the whole tattoo and arm. 'Wow he's so built' you think to yourself. You take a good look at his tattoo it confirms your theory, it's the same tattoo that you have. You got it the second you turned 18, it symbolizes 'strength' a lot of people have it but it's still quite rare to see someone else have it.
"Wow I was right!" You say excitedly.
"Right about what?" Eren asks confused. You lift up you one side of your crop top exposing the right side of your rib cage, showing him your tattoo. He puts down his drink next to you and asks..
"May I take a closer look? Only if you don't mind though." Your face turns a little red the thought of him being that close to you kind of scared you.
"Y-yeah s-sure." You say nervously. He brings his face closer and looks up at you realizing how red you are. He smirks. He traces over your tattoo with his thumb. Just his touch makes you shiver a little 'goddamn why do I have to be so nervous he's not even doing anything!' You feel your face getting hotter as he traced it. Then you feel it, he places his whole hand on your waist and pulls you closer.
"W-what are you doing? You ask him super embarrassed as your face flushes an even darker shade of red. He gets up close to your ear and whispers.. "What? Are you just going to act like you haven't been thinking about this all night? I've seen the way you've been looking at me." Eren said with a smirk on his face. Just the way his breath feels on your ear made you shiver. You slightly spread your legs a little open so he can fit right in front of you. He grabs onto both of your thighs and pulls them more towards him making your entire body come closer to his. You can feel your skirt slight hiking up the more you legs spread apart. He looks you up and down before leaning in and gently kissing you once, his lips felt soft against yours, you can smell the scent of mint and weed mixed together, you can feel him smile against your lips. He clearly knows how much your enjoying this. He kisses you again this time more passionately, you feel his hand move to your lover back pulling you even more closer, you wrap your hands around his neck and give in. He bites softly on your bottom lip making you moan slightly, he takes this chance to force his tongue inside, asserting his dominance. You fight to not let him win,you try your best, but you lose. He slowly stops, and kisses your lips tenderly one more time. Then he places his lips on your neck playfully nibbling at your neck, he finds your sensitive spot, causing you to stifle a moan, you can feel his smile against your skin. The coldness of his piercing against your skin makes you want more. He continues sucking,kissing, and licking your neck for a little longer and then he stops. He gets up close to your ear and says...
"Why don't we take this a private room? I would hate if anyone interrupted us." he said with his eyes full of lust.
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Authors note:
This took me awhile to write I have a headache now lmao
Anyways if y'all could please lmk if I should change anything or if there any errors I would appreciate it 😌💞✨
#eren x reader#eren yeager smut#aot modern au#attack on titan#tonguepiercing#x female reader#anime#eren yeager#x reader#anime reader#aot x reader
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I’ll Never Give You Away | Ashton Irwin
Summary: No summary because I feel that the warnings give too much away and I don’t want to spoil it more but you need to know it is based on the movie Jersey Girl.
Warnings: Death, crying and agnst at the end. Italics are flashbacks and memories
Prompt: When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes you’re the only thing that I think I got right. - Lover of mine by 5sos
Word Count: 2035
A/N: This is my entry to the writing challenge by @writingfortoomanyfandoms I really hope you like it and it’s my first 5sos fic so I’m a little nervous, feedback is appreciated and I’m not a native English speaker I practice my writing skills by writing fanfcition so any comments and tips on that note are welcome too. Enjoy!
As Y/N made her final touches to her make-up she let her brain wander through the memory lane.
“Ash where are you taking me?” Y/N giggled as she let her boyfriend guide her through an empty beach in Australia.
“Princess we’re back home how many times do we get to run on the beaches we grew up?” he answered taking a quick look over his shoulder to look at girl who looked flustered. Even though they’ve been dating for almost 3 years the nickname princess still gave her butterflies and Ashton knew. He loved it.
“I know but can’t you please let go of my arm” she said with a smile. She knew Ashton didn’t hurt her in purpose he was just nervous about what was about to happen “t’s starting to hurt”
“Sorry I just-“ He had gotten to the place he had planned to be with her “D’you remember when we were younger?”
“Yes, we ran away every time we could to this beach” Y/N smiled at the memory “we used to play with the ocean and you asked me here if I wanted to move to California with you”
“I still can’t believe you said yes” he chuckled looking down at his feet “I mean we weren’t anything yet”
“We were best friends that was more than enough to me” the girl smiled again. Ashton loved that smile he can’t even remember when he fell in love with her.
“This beach saw us grow and was a witness of important moments of our history” Y/N giggled at Ashton’s sudden change to deep thinker. She liked it though “That’s why I brought you here, so it can witness another big milestone in our lives”
“When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes you’re the only thing that I think I got right” When Ashton got down on one knee Y/N couldn’t believe it “So Y/N Y/L would you say yes to another of my crazy ideas?” he had a blue velvet box in his hands with the most beautiful ring Y/N had ever seen.
“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” with tears in her eyes Y/N throw herself at Ashton’s arms. In that moment they were the happiest people on Earth.
“What are you thinking?” Ashton voice brought her back to reality.
“Just remembering” she said “when you proposed”
“Another time I couldn’t believe you actually agreed with me to do something” he smirked placing a kiss on the top of her head “You ready to go?”
“Yes, just let me get my purse” Y/N sighed a tone of sadness in her voice. Nobody would’ve notice but Ashton knew her better than he knew himself.
“Now what’s the matter?” he asked again getting a questioning look from you “don’t give me that look what’s up?”
Y/N sighed again before speaking “It’s your first Gammy nomination and I’m going with you seven months pregnant. This isn’t exactly how I visualized this moment for us”
“I think you look stunning” Ashton smiled giving her a small peck on the lips “Besides you know you are my lucky charm. Both of you are”
Y/N smiled he always said the right words to help her feel better “Alright Mr. Grammy Award Winner let’s go. We don’t wanna be late”
“I haven’t won anything yet” he laughed.
“Didn’t you say we are your lucky charm?” Y/N smirked with a hint of fun could be found on her words.
“We are 5 seconds of summer thank you for coming tonight” Luke spoke right after the last song. It was the first concert with an actual audience and Ashton.
“I can’t believe they told me that about two hundred people would be seeing us tonight” he complained once he could get back to his best friends all the 12 people there had gone home “They were like 12”
“Well Ash I was the thirteenth person here in the audience” Y/N laughed at his tone of voice and face.
“Nice now you’re making fun of me” he rolled his eyes punching her shoulder playfully.
“Ash it doesn’t matter if I’m the thirteenth person on the venue or the ten thousand one there. I’ll support you every single time” Y/N assured him holding his hand giving it a squeeze “This was only your first gig and I know you’ll go far”
He slightly smiled at your words “You’re right. I’m just taking this too seriously”
“Now you have to properly introduce me to my replacement” Y/N said dragging Ashton with his bandmates.
“Replacements?” he said a hint sound of fun in his voice.
“Well yeah, aren’t they your new best friends now”
A quiet afternoon had been interrupted by three guys bursting in with gifts in hands for Lea, Ashton and Y/N’s baby girl who was just a month away from making her debut into the world.
“One night” Ashton groaned as he closed the door behind them “one night with my wife is all I’m asking you guys”
The Australian boys ignored his complains as they pushed past him making their way to the living room where Y/N and Ashton had been binge watching Friends.
“We were thinking that maybe baby Lea would need some of these” Calum said showing the couple a big shopping bag.
“Guys the baby shower was months ago” Y/N said. She was tired being 8 months pregnant wasn’t easy. It was taking a big toll on her emotionally and physically “this baby has everything she needs by now”
“You never have too many stuffed animals Y/N” this time it was Luke with a big pout on his face “one of these could be the toy that will be her friend for the rest of her childhood”
Y/N laughed of course they came here just to make her laugh. They hadn’t seen her in a while since she barely left the house so close to the due date and with a babysitter in the house. Whether it be Sierra or Crystal Ashton didn’t want Y/N to be alone or outside the house while he was at the studio.
“And maybe we can help get the nursery ready” Michael pointed.
“The nursery’s been ready for weeks arseholes” Ashton told them
“Well we just missed Y/N we wanted to visit her” Calum shrugged
“That’s so sweet!” Y/N exclaimed “But right now isn’t a good time, rain check?”
The boys nodded being escorted by Ashton to the door.
“I know baby” she softly said to the belly “your uncles are crazy, but they are so excited to meet you. We all are”
The day came. Ashton was with you he had taken a few days off the studio, so he could be with Y/N all the way to the hospital to deliver the baby.
“Ok so the suitcase is in the car. I called the boys they know Lea is coming and we’re ready to go” Ashton was trying really hard to keep his cool a thing Y/N found endearing since she knew that his mind must go to a 1000 miles per hour right now.
He drove as fast as he could to the hospital but of course he was second guessing since his pregnant wife came in the car with him going into labor. At the hospital he was quick to fill the paperwork while some nurses took Y/N in a wheelchair.
Once Ashton could go into the hospital room he never left Y/N’s side. He held her hand and talk about all the things he was planning to do with Lea.
“I’m going to teach her how to play drums” he said excitedly with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam Y/N only had seen the day the got married “I’m so excited this is happening”
About two hours later nurse came in to tell the couple that Y/N was ready to go into the delivery room. This is it. They were going to meet their littler girl.
“Now Y/N one more push okay just one more” the doctor asked. Y/N squeezed Ashton hand one last time. The rest is a blur.
They took the baby away from them to clean her up. Ashton heard her crying and he smiled then he saw how Y/N fell asleep in front of him, he whispered her name before the nurses pushed him away kicking him out of the delivery room that’s when he started screaming his wife’s name.
Ashton waited outside the room sitting on the floor head between his knees waiting for a nurse or a doctor to come out and tell him that everything was okay both mother and daughter were ready to see him again and maybe go home tomorrow morning even earlier if possible.
“Mr. Irwin” the voice came from a doctor. Ashton was quick to pick him up the floor “I’m sorry but we did what we could. Y/N…she’s gone”
Ashton world couldn’t believe what supposed to be one of the happiest days of his life became the most bittersweet day. The doctor kept speaking but he just didn’t listen was he was saying the room around became black while tears came down his eyes.
“…on the other hand, you have a beautiful healthy baby girl waiting to meet you right there” the doctor said in the most neutral tone possible pointing at what was Y/N’s hospital room “One more time I’m so sorry for your lost”
Ashton was again crying on the floor. He wanted more than anything to meet Lea, but he wasn’t ready he just couldn’t see her in that moment and as if on cue three loud Australian boys came in looking for the Irwin family balloons and even more toys in hands.
“Where’s our niece?” Michael asked with a pink bunny balloon in hand. His smiled faded away the moment he saw his friend.
“And my goddaughter?” Luke’s tone changed from happy to dull in less than a second “What? Where?”
“Y/N…she couldn’t-“ Ashton was struggling for the words to came out but his voice kept breaking “the doctor said…Lea’s there and I just can’t pick myself up to see her”
“Hey hey hey Ash it’s okay it’s hard” Calum kneeled to be on eye level with Ash “We know you want to grieve and we have no idea how you must be feeling but right now you’re all that little girl has and we are here” Calum turned to see Luke and Michael tears in their eyes “We will always be here and we will help you with everything you need”
He picked Ashton from the shoulders so he could stand up at the same time “Now go in there and hold Lea we will wait here”
Ashton took a deep breath and pushed the door open and there she was, a beautiful girl sleeping in a pink blanket he just stared down at her “she looks like you” he whispered up to the sky “I’ll do my best with her I promise” he whispered again to the sky.
Lea started to cry. Ashton was quick to pick her up “It’s okay” he whispered against his head “I know you miss mommy I miss her too and when you grow I’ll tell you everything about her but right now it’s just and me against the world”
She kept crying but not as loudly “Do you want me to sing you a song?” he asked even though she couldn’t answer “Your mommy’s favorite was Lover of Mine maybe that’ll work”
He softly hummed the lyrics “I'll never give you away 'cause I've already made that mistake if my name never fell off your lips again I know it'd be such a shame when I take a look at my life
and all of my crimes you're the only thing that I think I got I right I'll never give you away…I’ll never give you away” and his little girl was asleep again.
He understood in that moment that he needed to be strong for her and to support her as best as he could the rest of her life. He opened the door and peaked his head.
“Hey do you want to meet you niece?”
Gif not mine
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So I’ve never been to a catfish gig before and in fact the only concert I’ve ever been to was when I was like 12. And I’m so scared for when catfish start touring again because i would have nobody to go with me and I would have to take like a 2hr train to Toronto and navigate on my own. I desperately want to see them live but I have no idea how concerts work. Do people actually que for like 24hrs? Like is that actually a thing because as much as I’d like to be front row I have a tiny little peanut bladder and would have to abstain from drinking any liquid for at least a day before queuing if that’s the case. Plus I genuinely don’t think I could do that without someone with me as I am riddled with anxiety. Lol I’m turning 20 soon I feel like I should be mature enough to do this on my own. Have you got any concert advice for my pathetic soul?
oh my friend you have come to the right place! i’ve been to a shit ton of gigs in my life that have ranged from area tours to tiny dive bars so i’m more than happy to give some advice. queuing far advance of the show is definitely a thing like you can have people camping out and shit but you absolutely do not need to queue for 24+ hours before a show. if you want to be more sure of your place in the crowd getting there a few hours early does help and that’s oftentimes what i like to do especially if the venue is larger. there’s a lot of shifting that goes on once you actually get in there and especially when the show starts so nothing is guaranteed tbh like there have literally been times where i’ll be smack dab in the middle of a crowd and then end up finding my way to the barricade by the end of the night lol.
ALWAYS DRINK WATER BEFORE A GIG ITS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING YOU CAN DO !!!! as a person who also has the smallest bladder known to man, i know that it's tempting to hold off on drinking water to prevent having to go later but that always goes terribly wrong when you go to shows and are in the pit. people end up passing out a lot of the time and you definitely do not want to be one of those people. my advice is to pace out your water drinking like be hydrating well in advance of the actual event and don’t only just chug a bunch of water right before you go in because that’s what makes you have to go really bad later when you’re already stuck in the crowd. also if you find yourself in the crowd waiting for the band and having to go to the bathroom chances are that feeling will go away once the show actually starts.
going with someone is always a safe bet and i know the struggle of finding someone to actually go with all too well. most of the shows i’ve been to i had to drag my father along with me bc i had no one else to go with lmaoo. we’d go and i always ended up ditching him so it would basically be like i was there by myself lol. going with a friend is always super fun or a sibling! don’t be afraid to ask a friend to go with you even if they aren’t into the band. i’ve gone to shows with my friends for bands i don’t even listen to and it’s still a fun experience everyone. or if you have siblings maybe ask if they’d go with you. i dragged one of my brothers to a wallows concert one time and he didn’t even know who they were but now he’s into their music lmaoo. literally, anyone you’re close with are good people to ask to go with you. or if you want to come down to the states i could always go with you to a catfish gig lol actually tho 👀
#i hope any of this is helpful for future reference#if you have any other questions about it hmu again#coming down here and going to a gig together is always an option even tho that’s even more of a treck lmao#i miss gigs so much#catfish and the bottlemen#laney says things
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25.
Section 1 – Who were you?
Think back as far as you can. What is the first memory you have? I think meeting my (now) dad for the first time when he and my mom were dating. I was very upset because he was short and that’s not what dads were supposed to look like in my 3 year old eyes since my bio dad was super tall.
What is something you remember enjoying very much as a small child? Playing Barbies, watching Barney, Happy Meals, being with my grandma.
How old were you, when you made your very first friend? Probably preschool.
Are you still friends with this person today? Facebook friends, yeah. Real friends, no.
Was there a story somebody read or told you that has stuck with you? No one ever read to me after I learned to read for myself so one day I was sick and I came home and curled up with my mom on the couch and asked her to read me a Little Mermaid book I had and she did, even though I had to get up to go shit myself halfway through and it meant a lot to me at the time.
What is something you get an immense feeling of nostalgia from? Hannah Montana for some reason. It was my favorite show and we didn’t get the Disney channel so whenever we went to a hotel, nobody could tell me fuckin NOTHING because we were watching Hannah Montana whether they liked it or not.
As a child, were you a sore loser or a sore winner? I was the only child for 8 years and then the oldest after that so I never lost at anything and now when I do, I feel like I'm the biggest piece of shit loser there’s ever been. So that’s fun.
Did you go through the "naked phase"? I learned that you didn’t have to sleep in pajamas and you could just sleep naked so I did it for a while but then realized that I much preferred pajamas.
Which television shows do you watch the most as a child? I loved TV so basically all of the 90′s/early 2000′s shows there were.
Did you play with siblings, neighbourhood kids or by yourself? Either with neighborhood/school kids or by myself. I didn’t ever really have siblings who weren’t my kids, if that makes sense.
Is there something you really miss from your childhood today? I miss back when everything was simple.
Section 2 – Likes and interests
Would you ever like to try competitive pinball playing? Ummm, no.
Do you knit, crochet or cross stitch? I’m trying to teach myself to crochet.
Have you ever, or would you like to attend a gaming or comic convention? No thx.
What's your opinion on online multiplayer games? I really liked Among Us for a while there but I don’t really enjoy how rude everyone is on online games.
Do you like to go cycling? If so, where? Uh no.
Have you ever tried woodturning? If not, would you like to? Never tried it, don’t really have any desire to, but it can be relaxing to watch!
Do you enjoy drawing? If so, what do you usually draw? I do! I usually draw graphics for YouTube videos or doodle over Instagram photos, draw things to put on shirts with my Cricut, etc. I use my iPad for so many things.
Have you ever attended a painting class? If so, what did you create? I haven’t but I would like to!
How about a creative writing course? If so, did you get any feedback? I took Creative Writing literally every year it was offered in high school and I always got awards for having the top marks in the class.
What is your favourite form of exercise? No thank you.
Section 3 – People
Who is the most important person in your life (besides yourself)? My husband.
Do people generally approach you easily? I think so!
Do you get along with people well? If not, what's the problem? Yeah! I’m pretty friendly and easy going.
Do you enjoy being in crowds or do you prefer your own company? I would much prefer my own company than crowds.
Which one of your friends have you known the longest? I still talk to the girl I was best friends with in the 6th grade on occasion so like 17-18 years?
Do you find it easy to make friends now? If not, what makes it difficult? As an adult who works from home, making friends is hard as fuck.
What is something about people that annoys you? Something I've noticed in recent years is just how entitled and greedy everyone is. Everybody wants something from you or for your skills to benefit them without them putting in any work or paying you for your time. It’s just gross.
What is something about people that you really like? We have really, really harsh winters and if you ever find yourself in the ditch for whatever reason, there will be a lineup of cars stopped behind you to help you push it out or let you chill in their car while you wait for a tow truck. On the really bad blizzard days, there are groups of men in big trucks that literally L I V E to go around and help pull people’s cars out of the ditch. It’s the only time I feel like there’s actually a sense of community around here.
If you live alone, what would be your criteria for a roommate? I honestly would never have a roommate because they could either be your friend or a stranger and living with friends is a good way to ruin a friendship if your living styles aren’t similar and living with a stranger just sounds like a nightmare.
How about criteria for a spouse, if you're single? I am married but my criteria was honestly that I just wanted him to be kind and funny and I got that tenfold with my husband.
In general, what's your attitude towards people? I can’t stand to be around grumpy people. If all you do is gripe and complain about literally everything, I’m out. No thank you. Why is your hobby being angry? Take up knitting or something for christ’s sake.
Section 4 – Habits
What is something you do every day without fail? Baby talk the dog and snuggle with Beebs.
What is your typical breakfast? I’m a leftovers for breakfast kinda gal but lately I’ve been having a bagel and watermelon.
Which article of clothing do you like to wear the most? I loooove me a good baggy T-shirt and booty shorts.
Is there a TV show you watch habitually? We’re currently watching Unhhhh while we eat dinner every night, haha!
Where do you usually spend most of your day? I really only sit in 4 places--bed, the couch, my makeup/work desk, or my sewing desk. Depends on the day which one I’m at.
Is there a product that you do not want to run out of? Moisturizer. I’m a dry son of a bitch.
What is your preferred mode of transport? Car!
Do you usually have something playing in the background when you're home? Nah. I’m in silence a lot of the time.
Where do you usually get your groceries? Walmart for the bulk of it, a local grocery store for the specialty items, and Target if we ever run out of something midweek because I cannot handle Walmart more than once a week.
How often do you go to your local park? Like once or twice a month in the summer!
Which of your hobbies do you indulge in most often? Sewing and Sims currently!
Section 5 – Favourites and dislikes
What is your favourite fruit? Watermelon!
How about your favourite berry? Strawberries are the only berry I like.
Which food do you highly dislike? Fish. It’s all disgusting.
What is your favourite song, and why? I hate this question. Who can pick one definitive favorite song out of the bajillions of songs that have been written??
What is a movie you cannot stand? Anything with Seth Rogen in it, any movie that's got a 3+ after it (looking @ you, Fast & Furious), and all the fuckin’ superhero movies that have the same ‘ah yes, this undefeatable bad guy that we have absolutely no chance against and will undoubtedly kill us all--but we’re going to pull through at the last second with the power of friendship!’ plot line.
Which trait in a person do you find most appealing? I don’t know how to describe it--certain people just have that spark and you can always tell right away if they’ve got it or not and those are my favorite kind of people.
Which trait puts you instantly off? If they’re religious it’s an instant no from me, dog.
Who is an actor/actress who you dislike so much you can't watch them? I really, really dislike Tom Holland. I honestly think he’s a terrible actor.
What colour are your favourite shoes? White!
What is a smell that disgusts you to no end? B.O., on me or others. I just can’t deal with it.
Which door handle/door knob do you like the most in your home? They’re all the same.
Section 6 – Culture
What is something very typical to the culture of your home country? Apple pie and baseball are the only things coming to mind atm.
Do you enjoy art? If so, which form of art is the most enjoyable? I do! But I prefer art that you can look at and know the artist is incredibly gifted and/or has put in a ton of time and effort to master their skills. None of that million dollar paint smear on a canvas shit.
What is something about another country's culture you don't understand? I feel like other cultures take their family and their family’s approval way too seriously. That might be rich coming from someone who doesn’t have a very good relationship with their family but I just don’t understand what the point of making yourself miserable to make your family happy is.
Do you ever attend the theater? If so, which play did you see last? Last thing I saw in a theater was Shangela perform a drag show, haha!
How about the opera or the ballet? Nope.
Which dance troupe do you enjoy, if any? ...they still do that?
Do you attend concerts or gigs? If so, which band did you see last? Not as much as I’d like to as no one good really comes here very often. Last band we saw was X Ambassadors and Paramore!
Are you interested in foreign food? I’m not uninterested but I’m not super interested either.
If so, which country's cuisine do you enjoy the most? Chinese...albiet probably a very Americanized version of Chinese.
Do you enjoy stand-up comedy? If so, who is your favourite comic? I doooo! Bo Burnham and Drew Lynch are my favorites.
Do you contribute to culture in some way? If so, how? I try to? I’m an influencer so I definitely have a platform of a couple hundred thousand people. Not sure what exactly I contribute tho.
Section 7 – Charity
Do you volunteer your time to anything charitable? If so, what? Newp.
Do you donate money to any charities? If so, which ones? No. I don’t trust a lot of charities, to be quite honest. A lot of them are very shady and I’d rather donate money directly to someone who needed it rather than it getting tied up in a charity where it might never actually see the people they claim to be helping.
If you have pets, are any of them rescues from shelters? We adopted our dog from one of my husband’s coworkers but she probably would have gone to the shelter if we didn’t take her.
Do you donate your old clothes, linen etc. to charitable organizations? Yes! We almost always have a bag of donations in our trunk that we always forget to take to the thrift store when we go.
If someone you know is in need, is it in your nature to offer help? If I can, yes!
Have you ever donated Christmas presents to children of poor families? We used to do that when I was a kid.
Have you ever had to rely on other people's charity? One Christmas when I was really young I remember my parents signed up for a sponsorship through the Salvation Army where a family adopted us and bought us Christmas presents and Christmas dinner or whatever.
How do you feel about donating to charities endorsed by celebrities? I would never donate to a charity simply because it was sponsored by a celebrity but I guess its the easiest way for a charity to get the word out that they need donations.
Is there a charity you absolutely never ever will not trust? PETA, Salvation Army, Goodwill, and that breast cancer one with the horrible CEO.
Have you ever donated to a cause that had a person going door to door? No. I extra wouldn’t if someone came knocking on my door asking for money.
In general, what is your opinion on charity? I already did my rant about them, haha.
Section 8 – Entertainment
Which was the very first video game you remember playing? Ocarina of Time I believe!
Which was the very first film you remember watching? That I don’t remember. Maybe that Barney movie with the magic egg?
What is your go-to form of entertainment? TikTok usually.
Do you have a large collection of DVDs/Blu-Rays? Nah. We have a drawer but we usually stream everything.
How about music albums? Beebs collects vinyls!
Do you prefer to have your music on vinyls, tapes, CDs or digital? I prefer digital and Beebs likes vinyl.
When and where do you like to entertain yourself usually? Either the bed or the couch.
Do you ever binge watch shows? If so, what are you binging now? Usually! I’m sadly in between shows rn.
What kinds of books do you like to read, if any? I honestly don’t read anymore.
Is there a book series you're currently collecting? ..
Is entertainment something you prefer to enjoy alone or with someone else? I have my shows and then we have shows we watch together. So there’s a time and place for both!
Section 9 – Internet
Do you always have access to the Internet, wherever you go? If not, why? Yup!
Which website do you frequent the most? Website website? Google. App website? Instagram or TikTok.
Which search engine do you prefer and trust the most? Googs.
What do you use the Internet the most for? Social media or entertainment.
Do you judge people who have their phones out all the time? If so, why? Random people? None of my business. But if we’re spending time together and I’m trying to have a conversation with you and you're not paying attention to me because your nose is glued to your phone, I’m gonna be pissed.
If your connection goes down, what do you do? Go do something that’s not on the internet?
Is there something you wish you could do online that isn't possible yet? I still wish you could smell things through the internet.
Do you remember the first time you used the Internet? When was it? Yes! I believe the 2nd/3rd grade?
What was a website you used to frequent that doesn't exist anymore? I loved the Disney website with all the games.
Do/Did you ever have your own website? That was the thiiiing back in the day.
Isn't it great how much knowledge and info we have at our fingertips? It’s great but also overwhelming.
Section 10 – And finally...
What is something you consider to be highly controversial? Politics, apparently.
What kinds of jokes do you like the best? I love a good pun.
Is there a person who makes you laugh effortlessly? Oh definitely.
Which part of your body do you like the least? My eyes.
What's something random, out of context you remember from your past? I don’t do well with really vague questions.
Do you wear shoes indoors? No, I’m not a heathen.
What's the silliest thing you've worn on your body in public? I don’t think I usually wear silly things.
What's the most important thing in your life right now? Just spending time with my fam. Trying to get over this anxiety.
What is the most distant point on the planet that you've been from home? Florida.
Do you enjoy trivia games? If so, which one's your favourite? We love some Trivial Pursuit in this house!
Are you more logical or emotional? My emotions take over and then my logic brings it back in. Equal parts, baby.
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The messenger
Word Count: 4,532
Pairing: Kidd x fem!reader
Warnings: swearing, akwardness
Annotations: (W/O/C)=Weapon of choice, Freya is my friend´s OC
A/N: this used to be a self insert, so this is based in my headcanon verse, meaning it´s packed with world Building, OCs and noncanon ships (like Mihawk x Shanks)
Summary: You´re the vice captain of the Whitebeard Crew (a title you hate since you´re really just a messenger), Ace is your best friend and you like that one band with the lead singer Ace seems to hate. What happens when you run into each other?
It was sunrise when you arrived on Sabaody and you were beyond excited.
You see, it wasn´t often that you had a free day, let alone one where it was possible to go the amusement park and see your favorite band.
Everything was just going so well, it was almost too good to be true.
Ace and you were sent to make sure your relations with Fishmen Island were still good and nobody was attacking the island.
You were sort of the messenger of Whitebeard´s crew, being the vice captain and all.
Though you didn´t like that title, it was too great for someone like you, yet Pops had faith in you.
He was the only father you had ever known and he was the best too.
You grew up on his ship after he found you on an island, abandoned by your mother right after birth.
The crew quickly became your family and you loved being there, being on the crew was the greatest thing that ever happened to you.
Especially since you met Ace, he was like a brother to you.
Though you had to admit it wasn´t always as nice as it is now, you didn´t trust him at first.
In fact you tried killing him when he came to murder pops.
But then you learned all about his background, his ambitions and dreams, his little mannerisms and the way he could make you laugh and ever since then you´d do everything to keep him next to you and safe.
Nobody fucks with you or your family, that´s your credo so to speak.
And you had a pretty big family, also outside of the crew.
You met many great people on your journey and you were grateful to every single of them.
You would never forget meeting Shanks on Hell´s Bells for the first time, it was your first time on his island as well.
You were so uneasy, you have never been to another Yonko´s territory before and honestly it scared the shit out of you.
Not being allowed to bring your (W/O/C) it was even worse, you actually thought you were going to die.
And then you met him and his crew alongside the best swordsman in the world and the woman who you accidentally called mom every now and then.
They were drinking in a bar, having fun as you walked in with wobbly legs, staring at the ground.
“Excuse me for disturbing, Whitebeard sent me” you said with shivering voice.
Shanks and the others looked at you dumbfounded before the redhead burst out into laughter.
Mihawk just shook his head, rolling his eyes while Freya gave you the warmest smile you ever received.
“Shanks, you´re scaring the girl” Mihawk warned him, shooting him a glare, making Shanks be quiet.
This was the most intimidating man you have ever met, his sister was even worse as you found out later.
“But I´m not doing anything, babe” he whined, giving his lover puppy dog eyes, the swordsman just sighed.
“What brings you here, little girl?” Freya was the first to speak up about the reason you were here.
“M-my captain sent me to discuss some matters...” you mumbled, not meeting their eyes, you were too scared.
“Sit down, lass” the woman gestured you to sit down next to her and you did.
Talking business wasn´t as bad as you thought it would be, in fact from then on you found yourself in this odd group of friends quite often.
You grew close to them and added them to your family.
They all told you about their story and you looked up to them.
You didn´t meet Ayumi up to two years from then and fuck was she scary, she seemed even more cold and numb than her brother, you never saw her smile.
Well, that was until you witnessed her with her girlfriend, but that´s a story for another time.
You met Luffy, Ace´s brother, too, you accompanied him in Alabasta for a bit, but you had to leave early since you had some other business to attend to.
The great thing was that you kept in contact with all of your friends and family, you were always scared of meeting great people and then never seeing each other again.
But it wasn´t like that at all.
You met up regularly and exchanged stories and alcohol.
But today was a day you and Ace were alone, just the two of you.
It wasn´t bad, you liked those days, you were on the same crew but had so many different missions, you barely saw each other.
Of course you called each other and sent letters, but that wasn´t the same as actually having a day off to yourselves.
“I´m never gonna get tired of this island” you sighed dreamily, walking through the lawless area was scary the first time, but you were well known enough for people to fuck off.
“I´m hungry, let´s grab some food” Ace suggested, making you chuckle.
“You´re always hungry” you teased him.
“Well yeah, but that´s not the point” he pouted, crossing his arms, you always had to laugh when he pouted.
“Alright you big baby, let´s get you some food” you grabbed onto Ace´s arm and dragged him to the next bar.
He ordered food for the both of you and when he fell asleep you checked the newspaper for new information on the concert tonight.
Aside from the usual bullshit that he pulled as a pirate you also found the location and time of the concert.
Okay, he was an asshole as a pirate, yes, you has to admit that.
The thing was this: he was hot and could sing like a god, you never heard such powerful words.
But then again, to you he wasn´t the super rookie, he was just an attractive lead singer from a nice band.
You highly doubted you would ever run into him professionally, though if you would and he did indeed spell trouble, you wouldn´t hesitate to fight him.
In all honesty you didn´t think he was as stupid as the newspaper depicted him, yeah maybe you did want to meet him, maybe you did have a slight crush on him, but you were rational enough to know it would never go anywhere.
He probably didn´t even know you existed.
And it was good this way, if you were ever to run into him privately, you wouldn´t even know what to say, you were the most awkward person to exist, you overthought the hell out of everything, how the fuck should meeting the hottest bastard on earth work without you embarrassing yourself in front of him? So you might as well leave it be.
The article in the newspaper was about their arrival on Sabaody. You never would´ve thought you´d be on the same island as Stale Rose.
Of course you were excited, they were your favorite band goddammit.
“What´re you smiling at?” Ace yawned, he finally woke up.
“They´re here!” you squealed and Ace just sighed.
“You know Kidd´s an asshole, right? I´d rather we avoid them” Ace grumbled and you just shot him a glare.
“You don´t know that, Ace! You know I hate it when you talk about him like that” you defended him, of course you knew Ace was right, but a girl can dream, eh?
“I can read, (Y/N). I know what they say about him in the newspaper, all the awful things he´s done” Ace added, highly annoyed by the redhead.
“Do you know all the shitty things they write about you? About me? Pops? Shanks? All of us? And you know as well as me that those things aren´t true, so why are you so quick to judge him?” you didn´t know why you even bothered defending someone you didn´t know, it was weird but you guessed it was normal since he was in your favorite band.
“I just don´t want you hanging around with him” Ace said, the thought made him beyond uncomfortable.
“I´m just going to his concert, for fuck´s sake!” you raised your voice, you got why Ace was worried, but still, to this extent?
You two spent a bit of time in the amusement park, attending the rides and eating way too much candy.
“Ah! That was fun!” you sighed dreamily, stretching your arms, smiling.
“Yeah it was, I wish we would get more days off” Ace said and you nodded.
It really wasn´t easy getting any free days nowadays, especially with such a big crew.
You walked a while longer until you coincidentally came by Shakky´s bar.
You grabbed Ace´s hand and walked faster until you arrived.
Rayleigh was the one who taught you Haki, he was family and so was his wife.
She was always there for you, you could always call her and come to her if you needed anything.
Shakky was like a cool grandma.
Little did you know Kidd was in the bar you were about to enter.
He was pissed off at the newest article about him and how his crew was proud of it, he just really needed a drink now, how the fuck was he supposed to know the owner of the bar was the wife of the dark king?
“Holy shit! You´re Rayleigh!” he had this habit of talking without thinking which to be honest could be blessing and curse.
You´d find it cute if only nobody would talk shit about Kidd.
Rayleigh just laughed, Shakky chuckled as well, resting her face on her hand.
This wasn´t uncommon, Rogers fans always came here, but most of them were arrogant idiots who thought they could surpass him.
Kidd wasn´t.
He knew his place all too well.
Of course Roger was his idol, but so was his whole crew, he loved the old generation, they had real guts.
He wanted to be just like them, there were only few people he´d wanted to meet, but pirates from the old generation were totally one of them.
“What do you want to drink, boy?” Shakky asked, readying two glasses behind the counter.
“Oh fuck, right! I´m sorry, I just didn´t think I´d meet any famous people today, I´ll just have some whiskey, please.” Kidd tried to sort his mind, which always ended in him rambling.
Sure he was a loud mouth, but that was only when someone insulted him, the old generation or his friends. It was only in few moments he couldn´t control his rage and thoughts, in the other moments he preferred not to talk so much.
Ironic for a singer who yells his emotions out onstage, isn´t it?
“Coming right up” Shakky smiled and prepared the drinks.
“I know you get this a lot, but you´re seriously amazing. You and Roger and all the others from your generation, you just did all the awesome stuff without sprouting too many words about it. I mean you defined what being a pirate really means, you defined freedom and the real meaning of wealth and values, all those virtues. I admire you so much… I know to you I´m just another stupid rookie who doesn´t know shit and is obnoxious but I want to thank you. I´m grateful for everything you did, because if you didn´t and if Roger never told us about the One Piece, it would mean that the government would´ve won. It would mean a world full of despair, a caged life really. You fought for us so we could have freedom and I think what we´re all trying to do, at least in my case, is to impress you. To live up to you, make you proud” Kidd stated, leaving Rayleigh and Shakky quiet for a moment.
Nobody ever thanked them. Nobody ever acknowledged the hardships they went through and yet this rookie did.
He really was smarter than the newspaper made him out to be.
“We´re not so different than you might think. You guys fight for the same thing we did back then, I´m just glad there are good guys like you out there, most pirates who come here are disrespectful and don´t know anything about this world we live in, they think they can do everything on their own, take people on who are obviously out of their league. You know, kind of like you are depicted in the newspaper. But then again, I never was someone who believed in them. If you would know what they wrote about us back then” Rayleigh took a drink with Kidd and laughed at the memory.
Shakky rested her hand on his shoulder, sentiment could be a good thing if it stayed like now. Remembering happy days with Roger and the others could turn into sadness quickly though.
“Remember when we celebrated Rogers birthday and in the next day we apparently competed with Whitebeard who could kill more civilians?” Shakky chimed in, giggling, those were times…
Kidd couldn´t believe it and made big eyes, almost choking on his drink.
Rayleigh laughed even louder now.
“What?! That sounds like a great story… that´s why you´re my heroes, no matter what you did, it was awesome, everything´s such a great story” Kidd told them, smiling sadly.
The government really had nothing better to do than frame pirates for killing innocents.
To be fair though, most pirates were like that.
“If you want to hear good stories, you really should ask that brat Shanks, he´s always in some sort of trouble. I wonder what he´s up to these days, I haven´t heard from him since that battle against Hawkeyes.” Rayleigh thought out loud, he really needed to meet up with him more often.
“Yeah, Redhair really is amazing… he hasn´t been a Yonko for so long, but he´s so powerful. I really want to fight alongside him someday….” Kidd let his thoughts run wild and Rayleigh gave Shakky a soft look before smiling at Kidd.
So much for him wanting to start a fight with Shanks and taking him down.
“I can also recommend a good source for great stories” Shakky smirked at Rayleigh who could barely hold his laughter in.
He sensed Ace and you coming from a mile away.
“Her and Ace were in the local newspaper today actually, have you read it, Rayleigh?” Shakky got a hold of it, the local newspaper was just gossip really, gossip for pirates to bad mouth each other.
“What´s it say this time? Ace and her break up?” he laughed and Kidd frowned.
Of course he knew you, how could he not? But the things they say about you in the newspaper weren´t all lies, sometimes you wished they were.
The things they said about you in the local newspaper though, it was all bullshit, except for the wanted posters.
“Says she burned down a ship of Big Mom´s. And she´s got a new mugshot, her bounty also rose up...” she sighed, she wondered what you were up to.
“Whitebeard and Big Mom fighting? I don´t think so, especially not at this time. Show me the poster, dear” he faced it so that Kidd could see it too.
It took everything from him not to blush like a mad man, fuck you were so beautiful.
“700,000,000 beri?!” Kidd exclaimed, that was 500,000,000 more than him. Impressive.
“Like I said, bunch of good stories” Shakky giggled.
Kidd was in awe.
“I bet she has… I always wanted to meet her but for someone like me that´s just impossible. Besides, if I ever did I´d only end up embarrassing myself. I suck at talking to people I admire” he was brutally honest, something Rayleigh treasured more than anything and he knew you did too.
“Not to brace myself but did you think you´d meet me today? And I don´t think you´re embarrassing yourself at all, I think you´re presenting yourself in a good way, you´re honest and even if the truth is ugly, you still say it as it is. Not many people do that. An honest person deserves my respect. And you don´t have to worry about (Y/N), she´s a sweet kid, not like the mugshots depict her. Really, how is it that those marines always get the worst angles?” Rayleigh chuckled.
He knew how much you hated your mugshots.
“Thank you, that means a lot, coming from you” Kidd smiled as the door opened and you entered.
“Could you maybe not dash every time you see someone you know?!” Ace groaned out of breath and you just shook my head.
“Could you maybe stop being an antisocial baby about it?!” you yelled back, crossing your arms and glaring at him.
“Don´t give me the mom look” Ace pouted.
“I don´t have a fucking mom look!” you whined, finally looking ahead to the bar.
You choked on your own breath as you started punching Ace´s arm and trying to keep your inhumane screech down.
“Ouch, ouch! Stop that, what the hell? Oh, him.” Ace followed your view and looked Kidd dead in the eye.
Kidd felt like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, why was this guy so intimidating?
“Hey you two, what do I owe the honor? Did Ace finally change his mind about the haki situation?” Rayleigh joked and you just had to laugh too, never minding Eustass fucking Kidd sitting in front of you looking like a goddamn snack.
“I didn´t, sorry Rayleigh, but I think I´m good with just my devil fruit” Ace smiled shyly and scratched the back of his head.
“You know that´s what´s gonna get you killed someday?!” you groaned and shook my head.
“How´s the old man?” Rayleigh asked and you felt glum all of a sudden.
“Holding up. He´s not gonna kick the bucket so easily” how you wished those words were true.
You knew his health wasn´t good, but he never let it show, you didn´t know what you´d do when the time came.
“Have you seen Shanks lately? I´ve been wondering how he´s doing” Rayleigh asked further.
“Actually yeah, Ace and me visited him a few weeks ago. He´s good, real good actually. Is that today´s paper?” you gestured to the newspaper in Shakky´s hand and she handed it to you.
“What the hell? Why did they raise my bounty again? I didn´t even do anything...” you pouted but then you faced Ace.
“Ace! Luffy just declared war on the world government!”you exclaimed, what an absolute mad man.
“For fuck´s sake, Luffy!” Ace was always worried about his brother.
“It´s good that you´re here, (Y/N). This lovely man is a fan of good stories, I´m sure you don´t mind sharing.” Shakky knew all about your little crush on him.
You were sure your face was very red right now, thanks Shakky.
“Um...I don´t know if they´re good actually….I can retell the ones pops told me...uh...” you looked to Ace and Rayleigh for help, but Ace was too busy worrying over Luffy and Rayleigh was laughing.
“I´m sure you´re aware of this lovely man, as my wife worded it” Rayleigh teased.
“Yes, yes I am aware of this lovely man and yes he´s very lovely indeed! But I can´t think of any stories right now” you rambled and Kidd thought he just misheard something.
“(Y/N). You just called him lovely. In front of his face. Without even talking to him” Ace pointed out and you blushed even more.
This was too much for you.
“I know what I said Ace!” you yelled at him.
“Just make sure Luffy´s not getting into too much trouble, we don´t have time for that right now” you warned him.
“I know I know, you just get back to your lovely man” Ace snickered, he was so gonna get it later.
“Shut up, Ace!” you yelled again.
“We´re gonna leave you two alone, it was nice meeting you, Kidd” Shakky dragged Rayleigh and Ace with her to the back.
Amazing.
Kidd and you stared at each other way too long, you were getting dizzy.
“Hi, you know this is really awkward right now. I thought I was seeing you only tonight. Wait, that came out wrong. Tonight´s your concert, you know and I wanted to go. I´m a really big fan of you, your band´s my favorite. I love your music” you rambled again but at least it was the truth, no matter how embarrassing it was.
“Whoa, hold on a sec… you, vice captain of Whitebeard´s crew, know who I am? I´m a lucky bastard today….” Kidd mumbled, smiling to himself, making your heart beat faster.
“Not to be rude, but I think everyone knows you. Well, at least the bullshit they say about you in the newspaper” it felt so unreal, talking to him, but you never wanted this moment to end.
“How do you know it´s bullshit? You don´t even know me, what´s against it being real?” Kidd asked.
“Because the stuff you allegedly did is stupid. So stupid that only no names would do it. It´s stupid and without a plan, you have a crew so why would you ignore their well being and go up against strong people alone? It doesn´t make sense. But the lowlifes who attempt those stupid things don´t end up in newspapers. The government makes it so that only big names appear, scaring the people. They need their antagonists, we´re just perfect for that apparently” you explained.
Kidd smirked.
“You know, I never thought anybody cared about my music, about what I had to say, about me as a person. But today the person I admire told me I was a good man. The dark king himself, that´s the biggest compliment for me. And now you. The vice captain of the fucking Whitebeard pirates, the strongest and biggest crew there is right now, tells me she likes my music. And not only that, you tell me you believe in me. This is way too much for my small brain” Kidd laughed off his nervousness, but his heart was beating fast.
“I don´t think it´s small. You´re a tall man. Besides, I agree with your opinion on the world government. And someone who writes powerful songs like that can´t be an idiot. And that´s coming from a real idiot. And sorry for embarrassing myself, I never thought I´d ever meet you.” you told him honestly.
“Don´t worry about it, besides the only one embarrassing himself is me” Kidd chuckled.
Meanwhile Ace finally agreed to Rayleigh teaching him Haki and Shakky listened in on your conversation with Kidd, she thought it was cute how awkward you were.
Well, you didn´t think it was cute at all, you couldn´t even utter a single word without stuttering.
You went over thousands of things you could say right now in your mind and then thought if you really should say them or not and that resulted in the silence you two found yourselves in now.
Shakky sighed and sent Ace back to you to refrain things from getting more awkward, she really was your savior.
“We need to go, otherwise we won´t make it in time” Ace told you and grabbed your arm in urgency. He was right, if you talked more with Kidd, you´d miss his concert.
And you didn´t want that.
You sighed and stood up with a heavy heart.
“I know, I know… you´re right.” you answered, whining.
“It was nice talking to you, see you later” you cast a bright smile at Kidd who only responded in stutters and blushes.
Your trip to Fishman Island was the quickest you have ever done, everything seemed fine, the royal family was doing great too, so you could come back to the surface.
It was already sunset when you got back, so you ran all the way to the location, dragging Ace behind you, who didn´t have time to protest.
“I´m gonna wait at Shakky´s bar for you” he mumbled bitterly, he didn´t like the influence Kidd had on you.
“Alright, I´ll be back in a few hours!” you smiled brightly, hugging him shortly before running all the way to the location.
As soon as you arrived you could already hear the groupies and the band hasn´t even started yet.
You couldn´t shake off the huge smile that has plastered onto your face ever since you met Kidd earlier, and you also couldn´t stop your heart from racing, well you told yourself that it was because you ran so much.
The bar was damp from the fog coming out of the machines, the crowd started gathering in front of the stage, the screaming groupies making it impossible for everyone else to get a good place.
You settled for a place at the bar, it wasn´t the front row, but you preferred a good view without the groupies. You felt as if you were the only one who really cared about the music.
Not to be entitled, but you doubted the intentions of the front row.
When the show started, the front row threw their bras on stage and showed their tits, you just stayed to yourself and danced and sung your heart out.
You were really proud of yourself for knowing all the words, you didn´t think you would.
Not that you could blame the front row, Kidd was looking absolutely ravishing.
He was wearing a black tank top and had his hair down, you swore you could get pregnant by just looking at him.
Okay maybe that was a bit exaggerated, but you didn´t have time for dating or even one night stands with the amount of times you were gone.
And damn, did he look good with his hair down and did his arms look big, so muscular and the way he sung so deep, low and gruff.
It just made emotions and horniness in you arise.
Fuck´s sake were you glad that nobody could see the mess you were right now.
To be fair, it was really hot inside the bar right now. And not only because of the handsome lead singer.
You were out of breath after they finished. The groupies were waiting intently for the band to come out so that they might get lucky.
You didn´t know what to do, the immediate time after a concert always left you feeling empty and not knowing what to do.
It was weird, so you just stayed where you were, at the bar, looking and smiling like an idiot.
You didn´t know why you stayed, but soon enough the band did come out to meet the fans.
Usually this should have been your cue to leave as they just chose who to fuck this night, but not this time. Tonight Kidd smiled and waved when he saw you, coming over to you with the rest of the band.
You spent the rest of the night drinking with them and exchanging stories, you complimented their way of playing their instruments, listened to them talk about the craziest tour stories.
It was so much fun and all the while you questioned why they even stuck around with you instead of fucking some groupies, but maybe you would find that out sooner than you´d like.
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Sunshine | Reylo
ao3 link
a/n: I really love AU reylo sue me okay? requests are open!!
warnings: fluff, BAND AU, Soulmate AU
Rey sat in the middle of her physics lecture, listening to her professor drone on and on about a topic she'd learned in high school. Beside her, Rose was scribbling words onto her arm. After each word she'd wait a moment until more appeared on her opposite arm. It was her soulmate. Rey rolled her eyes at the girl as she giggled silently at something Finn had said. They'd been writing each other since they first turned 18. Rose and Finn were madly in love and it made Rey want to barf, just the thought of it made her gag. Sure she was happy that her best friend was in love, but the thought of writing endless love notes on her body never appealed to her.
Typically, when people turned 18 the first thing they did was write on their skin- to see if they'd get a response. Just about everyone had a soulmate, but there were the few rare occasions that someone was born without their other half designated by the stars. Rey never wrote on her skin because everyone left her. She didn't want to be reliant on someone's handwriting. She wanted to be her. Luckily, she never got some type of declaration of love and she was fine with that. Nobody could leave her if they didn't reach out. That was her philosophy in life.
She'd always been very careful not to write anything on her skin, for fear of a response. Anytime she accidentally got marker on her hands called for an immediate trip to the bathroom to scrub the ink from her skin. As soon as the lecture ended, Rose and Rey walked to the local coffee shop on campus, their daily routine in order to study. Rose claimed them a spot in a booth away from the door while Rey went to stand in line to order their coffee and tea.
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Kylo Ren was about to lose his mind, or commit a felony. It was only the second week of the First Order tour for his band Knights of Ren, and he was contemplating if it would be worth looking for another bassist if Hux didn't just shut the fuck up. Seriously, the pale red head was way too loud on their cramped tour bus. Phasma gave him a glare before shaking her head. "It's not worth it." She had told him. "It might be if it gets us some peace and quiet." He grumbled throwing one of Hux's own drumsticks at his head. The red head grumbled. "I fear for whoever has you as their soulmate." Hux scoffed rubbing the back of his head tenderly. "And I mourn for Phasma, considering her's will be dead in a matter of seconds." Kylo snapped angrily. Hux knew soulmate's where a tough topic with Kylo, yet he brought them up at every single god damn opportunity he had.
Kylo didn't mind not having a soulmate. Well, he didn't know if he did, they never reached out and he had no desire to himself. He just tended to assume that he didn't have one. His parents were soulmates, but they seemed to be pretty bad parents. His nights as a child were spent listening to his parents fight thinking he couldn't hear them. Maybe they were in love before him, that was a good bet but growing up they seemed to hate each other.
"Ha, yeah right Ren." Hux said throwing a marker at Kylo. Catching it, he looked around for a piece of paper. Once he couldn't find it he decided his skin worked best, somewhat forgetting that it wouldn't just appear on his own. "Yeah, look it's on my to do list." Kylo said showing his wrist.
To Do
1. Murder Hux
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Rey returned with her tea and Rose's coffee. She handed the cup to Rose whose eyes suddenly widened.
"Uh Rey, have you talked to your soulmate lately?" Rose asked cautiously, knowing the subject was touchy for the young adult.
"Jesus Rose, you know I've never spoken to them in my life and have no desire to." Rey said with a scoff sitting down in the booth directly parallel to her. "Well, um you might wanna look at your wrist?" Rose squeaked and Rey's eyes snapped to her wrist where a simple to do list was written out.
1. Murder Hux
"Oh my god." Rey said almost spitting her tea out. "I didn't write that"
"Yeah no shit! What kind of name is Hux!" Rose almost yelled. "You gotta write back man."
"Hand me a marker." Rey said shocking herself. All of this defiance of not writing her soulmate and for what? To give that up the moment they wrote her? Rose quickly scrambled for the pen she used to write Finn all the time. Once in her hands, Rey wrote out a simple question. "God, I hope they're not a psychopath."
Does this mean I'm an accessory to murder?
Rey waited a moment, her heart rate had accelerated. She'd never done this before. It was a foreign feeling like no other. Talking to her soulmate. The thought even felt weird, nonetheless when the words appeared on her skin this time, she felt a tingle. Maybe it was because she was consciously focusing on the words, who knows.
So you do exist came the mysterious reply. Rey laughed rolling her eyes as she scribbled on her arm again. Maybe she could understand the appeal to it now.
You never answered my question. Rey replied, dodging how her soulmate knew of her negligence to reach out. But technically the blame could go two ways.
No, I'm just threatening my Bandmate. He's annoying.
Rey let out a hearty laugh, as if that made sense. Rose watched on in awe, still completely shocked at what was happening.
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Kylo was surprised when a response showed up, he'd completely forgot about the chances that someone out there was made specifically for him. He felt like he didn't deserve a soulmate. The fates decided otherwise. Maybe he was worthy of someone.
You're in a band? They asked and he felt the tips of his ears growing red. What if this person was an obsessed super fan? He felt narcissistic even thinking that, but it wasn't rare that people drew the same words on their arms thinking he'd be stupid enough to believe them. He hesitated answering, almost scared it would be someone who knew him.
We're actually on tour currently he wrote. Plenty of bands were on tour, surely whoever they were wouldn't single his out.
Anything I might know? The words appeared on his skin. Surely whoever it was had to know who they were. They'd been on every radio station, youtube interview, and all over social media. They blew up pretty much overnight, and went from playing in small venues barely selling tickets to sold out concerts at arena's.
It's an Emo/Alternative band, nothing too special. His arm was covered in writing at this point, he was receiving strange glances from Phasma who, thankfully had managed to keep Hux quiet.
My roommate is super into that stuff, always dragging me to shows with her whenever they come to town.
"Let's go pretty boy, rehearsal in 10." Hux said calling to him. He hadn't even realized when the bus stopped moving.
"Be right there." Kylo said looking back down at his arm. Hux only scoffed and walked away from the scene, as if he hadn't been this enamored the first time him and Phasma made contact in high school.
Sorry to cut this short, but I have rehearsal he wrote apologetically. He genuinely did want to stay here and talk to the stranger all night if he could. And I have a show tonight
Oh no worries, I have an exam to study for. Break a leg :) For the first time in ages, a genuine smile crossed Kylo's face. That was a rare occurrence, and a complete stranger managed to make it happen.
Thanks :)
___ The two chatted over the next two months, growing closer. He told her about concerts, groupie's, and of course Hux and his never ending mission of annoying Kylo. She told him about her exams, her classes, how much she worked because she was stressed about money. He always offered to help her, but every time she declined, telling him that she needed to work for it herself.
He admired her for that, but let her know that if she ever needed help, he'd find a way. She still didn't know the name of his band, and he didn't mind that. She knew him as Ben. Something to differ her from the rest of crazy fans. As he was thinking about her, he felt the familiar tingle on his skin.
Today's been absolutely horrible. He frowned at that. Every once and while, she had bad days but his were more common. Knowing she felt bad made him want to destroy whoever made her feel that way.
What happened sunshine? He asked her awaiting the response. Slowly each word showed up, and when the ink smudged almost like someone was wiping it away in certain places he could tell she was crying, it smeared the ink.
I went to turn in my paper, only my computer crashed and i lost everything so I wrote a horrible paper just to meet the deadline, and then someone stole my wallet at the coffee shop so I have to get a new card and then a bird pooped on my backpack, and it's just not a great day.
Hey don't cry sunshine. He wrote the words down quickly, his heart physically aching at the thought of her crying. Kylo wanted to hold her and never let go. Unfortunately, being soulmates didn't mean you could find one another physically quickly. Another thing was that any attempt at getting a phone number or basically anything other than a first name was off limits. It just meant, there was someone out there made especially for you. Everything is going to be okay, you're strong, your paper is amazing, and you can wash your backpack.
I wish you were here love Kylo's heart fluttered at the words.
Me too, sunshine He wanted more than anything to be there. To finally know what the girl he loved looked like. To hold her in his arms, and keep her to himself. Enough about the bad, what's good that's happening soon for you?
They did this a lot when one of them had a bad day. It tended to help and get their minds off of whatever was feeling wrong to them. Typically, Rey was always the happy one who was making Kylo feel better.
Rose is dragging me to a concert this weekend that she won tickets for, I don't know who but they're always fun. He smiled at that. For some reason, Rey was always letting her roommate drag her everywhere but she always had fun doing whatever Rose's plan was for the week. He was thankful for the girl because from what he could tell, Rose always looked after Rey well.
That will be fun, try not to fall for any of the band members ;) He laughed at his own joke, startling Phasma.
"Talking to your girl again?" She asked looking up from her book. "Yeah," Kylo said smiling. "I want to write a new song, for our next show."
"About her?" Phasma said cocking a blonde eyebrow. "Fan's will certainly love that."
"They all know they never had a chance anyways." Kylo said rolling his eyes.
"Tell them that." She spoke flipping a page in her book. "But I like the idea."
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That Saturday night, Rey stood in front of her mirror looking over her outfit with uncertainty. The green overall dress and black shirt she wore under it were out of her comfort zone, but she knew she didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb if she wore something else. She borrowed some of Rose's boots that were always for these concerts they went to. They were hard would prevent her feet from getting smashed when they were at the barricade.
She tucked a pen into her pocket, just in case, she had told herself. That was a lie, she always wanted to talk to Ben. Suddenly she felt the familiar tingle, looking down at her wrists Ben's handwriting appeared.
Be safe tonight sunshine <3.
Always am love <3.
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The crowd for Knights of Ren was dense. Their first album had been what got them on to the top 100 charts. Rose made Rey listen to them on the ride over, and Rey completely understood why. The lead singers voice was one of an absolute angel. The bassist was pretty amazing too. Somehow, they'd manage to get tickets about 3 rows away from the right side of the stage.
Rose squealed from beside her. "Dude this is going to be so amazing!"
Suddenly the lights went down, suggesting the concert was about to begin. Kylo Ren was absolutely gorgeous and she could tell he loved being on stage. After playing through the entire album Kylo spoke into the mic for a little bit.
"Okay, so I actually have a surprise for you guys here." He spoke, his deep voice traveling through the arena. "We're playing a new song, one I wrote very recently, for someone very special. This is Sunshine."
He nodded at Phasma who began to strum the first couple cords. Rey listened to the song carefully. It was really beautiful, and one of the best songs she'd ever heard of.
The words appeared on my skin
you said baby i've had a bad day
and I told you
Sunshine don't cry
I'm only a couple thousand miles away,
and love, you wish I was there
but I'm right here in your heart
always there to chase the rain away.
Sunshine, don't cry.
Rey's eyes widened. Remembering the conversation she had with Ben meerly days ago. One of the first things he told her was that he was in an alternative band. She scrambled for her pen in her pocket looking at Kylo with certainty before writing on her arm.
I'm right here
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As he finished the first chorus, he felt the tingle. Subtly, he looked down towards his wrist where the words appeared. Frantically, he looked up searching the crowd, his leather gloves with the fingers cut off clutching the mic tightly.
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She noticed his eyes searching the crowd as soon as he looked at his wrist. The same one she had wrote on. His eyes screamed one question Where? Quickly, she wrote down her location within the crowd.
My right, third row.
Despite there being thousands of people in that arena and the crying girls throughout the entire row her and Rose were in, she locked eyes with Kylo, well to her he was Ben, immediately. His eyes widened, almost in disbelief before he hopped off the stage, walking straight towards the barricade. Rey found herself pushing through the crowd of screaming girls to reach for him, Rose following hesitantly behind her. When they finally were face to face, he let the last line of the song fade away before speaking quietly, away from the mic.
"Sunshine" He spoke, making her heart burst into flames. For the past two months, she'd been imagining his voice saying his name for her. Finally, here they were. Staring at each other face-to-face in a crowd of thousands of people.
"Ben." She whispered and he put a large hand to her face cradling her cheek.
"It's you."
"Yeah, it's me love." With those words she kissed him deeply and lovingly. His arm came to the small of her back, holding her against the barricade as close as he could get her. Her hands held the back of his neck softly, but hungrily. He was finally in her arms and she never wanted to let go. Suddenly, the sound of fans screaming excitedly broke them from each others trance.
He turned to Rose quickly. "I owe you so much for bringing her here. Anything you want."
"Name your firstborn after me." Rose said in her typical fashion but also getting over the shock of what was happening.
"Sure, anything." Ben said before looking back to the crowd awaiting him. "I'm bringing you backstage, wait for me to finish?"
"Of course." Rey spoke grabbing his hand gently. Ben nodded towards security and then towards Rey before lifting her over the barricade and pressing his lips firmly against hers once more.
"I'll see you soon, Sunshine."
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I'm in a concert line right now so I thought, any graph about the losers going to concerts?
have fun at your concert! I struggled a bit with this but I hope you like it!
PS sorry I’ve been so inactive! my life has been a bit of a rollercoaster but I’m doing my best to post as often as I can!
Eddie is always nervous about the concert beforehand, worried he’d forget something he’d need. Richie has to talk him out of bringing a backpack full of supplies. But once he’s there he has a great time. He makes Mike carry him on his shoulders so he can see and he’s singing along the whole time.
Mike is the mom friend when it comes to concerts. He makes sure everybody’s eaten before the concert and that nobody gets lost. That’s not to say he doesn’t have fun, he definitely does. He loves singing along and dancing to the music.
Richie always gets into trouble at concerts. Sometimes it doesn’t end terribly though. One time he managed to sneak past security and hang out with the band that was playing. The losers freaked out because they couldn’t find him (or Eddie) but he was just gone for the first hour before the concert. Sometimes he drags an unhappy Stan into it.
Stan says he doesn’t particularly enjoy concerts but he always goes anyway. His excuse is that he has to keep everyone else out of trouble. But he ‘secretly’ loves going. He really enjoys live music and Mike always serenades him.
Bev seems like the type of person to get into trouble at concerts but she actually doesn’t. She stays hydrated and has good, normal fun. She does get high but it keeps her calmer and out of trouble. And she gets Eddie high too to make sure he’s not too anxious.
Bill goes absolutely insane at concerts. He looks and acts drunk but he’s just having so much fun. Once he broke his leg dancing too crazily.
Ben is too self-conscious to dance along much but he has a surprisingly good voice and loves singing along. He’s the co-mom friend who helps Mike control the other idiots.
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G1 Episode 37: Transcript
[This can also be found on AO3!]
[Stinger]
S: I imagine he's the one who was going and getting food but he was probably getting, like, ramen noodles.
[Intro Music]
O: Hello, and welcome to the Afterspark Podcast, an episode by episode recap of the generation 1 Transformers cartoon. I'm Owls.
S: And I'm Specs.
O: Today, we're going to be talking about episode number 37: Blaster Blues. Let's talk about giant robots today, shall we?
S: Sure.
O: And today, we open upon a rock concert with incredibly generic rock music playing.
S: And kind of a lot of pink. At least on the, uh, the screen that we paused on because, like, they’re super security in that masculinity, but it was very colorful.
O: There is also a lot of strobing going on in this scene and I wonder if this would get an epilepsy warning if aired today? Which just feels kind of weird when you're watching 80’s media because that wasn't really a thing yet?
S: Well, I mean it's good that we know about it now.
O: True.
S: Yeah, making sure that people don't have- people with medical conditions don't spontaneously have them- happen is, you know, you don't want it-
O: Definitely-
S: You don’t want-
O: -a good thing.
S: You don't want to trigger anyone's debilitating medical condition.
O: Right. I didn't- kill- okay, tangent: I still can't believe that the Incredibles 2 movie had a scene that was- apparently- needed a strobe warning and they didn't have one in there and I'm, like, this is freaking 2018 or whatever! What the heck?
S: I think I know which one that was.
O: I do too.
S: But, I mean, Into The Spiderverse also definitely had a lot of that.
O: Well, to get back to this.
S: Yeah. [Laughter] Blaster is enjoying that concert with Spike and Carly.
O: The- and they all lament that the other Autobots aren't there but through the power of broadcasting, they don't need to be!
S: Blaster can share the joy of rock music with the world!
O: Or the Autobots, at least.
S: Whether they want him to or not.
O: Cosmos seems quite happy to have some music to fly around to, though. Even does a little loop de loop.
S: What's important is that he's having fun. He probably doesn't get a whole lot of entertainment up there.
O: No, no, he doesn't., my poor son.
S: Mm-hm. And at the Ark, Optimus and Sparkplug are trying to get some target practice done with Omega Supreme.
O: Omega Supreme, as I believe this is his first appearance in the G1 cartoon, is this, like, ginormous Autobot with an incredibly complicated transformation.
S: Oh, he is, he- he has such a complicated transformation- he literally goes to pieces: splitting into a rocket, a rocket base, and a tank in vehicle mode.
O: I mean, why have one when you can have three? [Laughter]
S: Don't ask how he goes anywhere in vehicle mode.
O: Oh, we'll get to that. [Laughter]
S: Yep and all of this is suddenly interrupted by some unprompted rock music, except we know better.
O: And we- we have to assume this is playing through Teletran one because not only does Optimus hear it but Sparkplug can hear it, too.
S: And he reacts to it mightily.
O: As does Optimus, neither of them really like rock music, apparently.
S: Yep. Jazz has some taste, though. He seems, like, super happy and starts boogy-ing down.
O: That's cause Jazz is awesome, duh.
S: Elsewhere, at an observatory, a scientist is trying to make contact with extraterrestrials.
O: This just kills me. They have aliens on their- their planet! This is well-known information. He should probably just drive over to the Ark if he wants to contact alien life but- no!
S: Yeah, it's a little bit, um, a little bit pointless when they can literally just go interview the giant robots that are already there.
O: He appears to be giving a lecture to other scientists and, possibly, the press about his new invention that would allow such contact with extraterrestrials.
S: He just needs to grab a megaphone and shout, “Hey! I have energy!” and the Decepticons would turn up. Though, I have a thought that he doesn't think that Transformers are robots- er, aliens because they're robots? Maybe he's just thinking organic life?
O: I don't know but he could also just paint the entire building purple. That would certainly get the Decepticons there, too.
S: Oh, it would, it would. Ah, and speaking of the Decepticons, look who's here!
O: [Laughter] Shocker! Megatron begins talking to the scientist from the roof where Megatron, Starscream, and Thundercracker have landed and the guy's like, “Ah! A response. Where are you?”
S: They’re completely ignoring the time- well, that it would still take a lot of time for this message- message to traverse the void of space and then, you know, get a response back.
O: He's a world renowned scientist, Specs, world renowned!
S: Is it a really small world?
O: [Laughter] No, it's just a cartoon in the 80s.
S: Oh indeed. Megatron proceeds to dick with a guy saying to the- something to the effect of, “Oh, much closer than that.”
O: Starscream gets impatient and ruins his fun by just blowing shit up, though.
S: Yeah, and Megatron is just not happy with Starscream because he could have destroyed the “Voltronic Galaxer” which is, apparently, what today's, um, fancy, schmancy tech gadget is called, and what the scientist was, apparently, using to try and communicate.
O: I think he calls it a “Galaxer” in in the show but don't quote me on that. [Laughter]
S: [Laughter]
O: Anyway, the scientist manages to be pretty fly for an old guy, dodging a blast from Starscream and then running off yelling, “Help!”
S: Hm, back at the Ark, Blaster continues to annoy his teammates. Jazz continues to dance, clanking all the way.
O: The scientist’s plea for help comes in over Teletraan and everybody tells Blaster to shut up before they leave.
S: No one appreciates him.
O: Nobody- Blaster was unappreciated in his time.
S: Yeah. We get a series of shots showing us a bunch of toys- I mean, um, characters transforming.
O: Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Trailbreaker, Hound, Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Mirage, and Bumblebee. And poor Blaster seems rather put upon- he just wanted to show his friends some tunes.
S: He wants to share the love.
O: That hard rockin’ love. It's all right, he'll get to enjoy some music later.
S: Mm-hm. And now, back at the observatory, the scientist gloms onto his device shouting, “No! Anything but this!”
O: I'm really, truly, not sure what he hoped to accomplish here as Megatron just can easily pick the entire damn thing up.
S: Taking the dude with him or with it.
O: To which, Megatron just sort of tips the guy onto the ground, much like I would do a bug that I found in my kitchen.
S: Yeah, or a mouse that you found crawling on you. And then all the Decepticons fly off to a rendezvous with Astrotrain.
O: Astrotrain is another new character- he is a Decepticon triple changer that turns into both a train and a shuttle. He is, of course, purple.
S: Yep, Megs opens a cargo hatch [in Astrotrain’s train mode] and shoves the Voltronic Galaxer in before rejoining the two seekers.
O: And then, Astrotrain turns into a shuttle and all the Decepticons get inside. I'd ask why they did it like that but I already know the answer. They needed to show the kids that he could be a train and also be a jet!
S: Yep.
O: My head hurts.
S: And then they blast off into space as the Autobots arrive at the observatory.
O: The scientist tells the Autobots they are too late and Optimus questions how the- what the device could do and the scientist says something about “unscrambling communications.”
S: Ah, god, has the military been funding this guy's stuff?
O: I don't know! He seems pretty unconcerned about any other applications of his device. I think he's legitimately just wanted to talk to aliens.
S: He could have just called up the Autobots. I mean, he obviously had their number.
O: Obviously, but the Autobots head back to base after this since they can't really do anything when the Decepticons aren't there.
S: Yeah, they're a bit, uh, a bit difficult for a bunch of ground pounders to, uh, chase something into space.
O: True.
S: Optimus is then seen communicating with various other Autobots who are monitoring for Decepticon activity but no one has seen or heard anything.
O: And they have also, apparently, sent Blaster into space jail, as he's just sort of chilling inside Cosmos as Cosmos is flying around in space.
S: Well, at least he's with one of the two Bots who actually seems to appreciate his musical taste.
O: He does lament that he can't get any radio stations all the way out here, though.
S: Well another mark for Cosmos needing some entertainment.
O: Definitely.
S: And for the Decepticons base of the week, apparently, they've built one on the moon.
O: And, apparently, they stole the Galaxer to jam the airways on Earth!
S: Cosmos moves in closer, landing in Megatron's direct line of sight.
O: Oh, Cosmos- good at subterfuge, you ain't.
S: Yeah- Astrotrain goes after them and manages to capture Cosmos.
O: Complete with violently magenta abduction light as he pulls Cosmos into his hold.
S: This is going to be, like, the first of at least a few weird int-interactions between Astrotrain and Cosmos.
O: You're right, you're very right.
S: Yeah, poor Cosmos, Astrotrain knocks him out a weird amount- he renders him not able to do anything.
O: [laughter] Yeah, that's- that's true.
S: I hadn't made that connection until now. Oh gosh, um, so Megatron decides to get, uh, personal when they are dragged back to base calling Cosmos, “A useless piece of scrap.”
O: I don't know how the hell I'm gonna slap the shit out of a 40-foot robot but I'm about to give it a good, ol’ try!
S: Both bots are welded into place. Cosmos having been regulated to a power booster and Blaster be either being used to control the, um, the doohickey or separately to scramble the audio signals.
O: I feel the need to point out there should be some consent here. It's really not cool, guys...
S: The Decepticons are villains- they don't care about their enemies. It's not like they've got the Geneva Convention.
O: There's what? There's no war Geneva Convention, Specs? [Laughter]
S: Well, no, they just don't have Geneva.
O: [Laughter]
S: All right, a Geneva equivalent. The device takes hold and we see an airport lose communication with various planes that are coming and going, um-
O: Some planes-
S: -so much death.
O: Yeah, yeah- but some planes take some rather evasive maneuvers to avoid other planes. I swear, some of them are moving like fighter jets and I can't even.
S: Yeah, the skies are also, you know, pretty clear- so the pilots should be able to see and make decisions.
O: But what about the drama of almost hitting another plane? They would never do that!
S: They need their pilot's licenses ta- suspended.
O: [Laughter] I mean, you're not wrong.
S: Elsewhere, on some train tracks, some workmen are trying to clear the- clear the tracks of some debris. It might be a fallen tree but it's debris and except they can't radio tri- the, uh, train that's coming before it hits the fallen tree and derails.
O: And then explodes!
S: I'm afraid that cow catcher is not terribly useful.
O: But surprise, surprise they can't radio the fire department because, of course.
S: You know, with all these radios not working I'm getting some fucking flashbacks to the live-action movie.
O: No, no it's too early in the year to have to think about the live-action movies! No!
S: It is not too early to get prepped for that.
O: [Laughter] Nooooo!
S: Fortunately, Red Alert and Astrotrain are nearby-
O: [Laughter] I think you mean Inferno!
S: [Laughter] Yes, you're right!
O: [Laughter] Red Alert and Astrotrain would be quite the pair, wouldn't they? I’m sorry.
S: I think they'd be trying to murder each other.
O: Right?! They were just out for a walk, apparently. Anyway, sorry, go ahead.
S: Fortunately, Red Alert and Inferno are nearby and ready to take on the problem which, um, Red Alert tries to deal with by, you know, shooting the fire out.
O: Thankfully, Inferno does something a little bit more productive and I think they were trying to have Red make a fire break but the way they did it made like zero sense.
S: Yeah, though I have seen something where, apparently, you can shoot, like, some sort of carbon that’ll release? Maybe it's not carbon or something. Maybe it was CO2 that would release and smother it?
O: Hmm, that does make sense but that definitely isn't what that looked like.
S: Yeah. Megatron has taken control of the airwaves, as he's heard on the workmen's radio immediately before Red and Inferno are attacked by Ramjet and Thundercracker.
O: And suddenly, in the mountains, there's snow! I want snow, Specs.
S: Well, we'll have it soon.
O: Not soon enough.
S: Yeah. Some forecaster is trying to warn motorists by broadcasting over the radio.
O: Which, just like everything else, obviously doesn't work.
S: At the Ark, Optimus drives in with his trailer and yeets himself forward while transforming once arriving in the, you know, the Teletraan room on Optimus: Action Hero.
O: The Autobots realize what's happening and they all head out and try to help.
S: Ah, the goody two shoes that they are.
O: [Laughter]
S: They arrive on the snowy mountain and, uh, just have snow tires they can swap to, instantaneously.
O: Of course!
S: They must- [Sighs] I wish we had that sort of tech.
O: That would be nice. Hoist manages to save a car that falls off a cliff with his like little grippy tow claw thing.
S: Yep. Oh, Hoist the savior we deserve.
O: I, too, would like to be saved by a very polite, vaguely British Autobot.
S: Yep. Prowl is helping evacuate people from their cars who are then taking refuge in Ratchet because Ratchet apparently has seats now.
O: Convenient snow tires, convenient seats, convenient everything today.
S: Yep. Trailbreaker runs up to a car, generates a force field, picks it up, and puts the force field over the car to prevent it from, uh, being impacted by a pile of snow landing on it.
O: Oh my god, that's made of energy, right? How does that work? How can-
S: Weird, weird bullshit.
O: It doesn't make any sense.
S: Yeah, I- it's weird, weird bullshit. I don't know, because it makes about as much sense as all the Autobots flying through space in his forceshield.
O: [Sighs] Touche.
S: And, as with before, the Autobots hear Megatron on the radio and are immediately attacked by Ramjet and Thundercracker.
O: I'm going to assume that this is after they just attacked Red and Inferno or this makes very little sense. You know, just like everything else that keeps happening.
S: Either that or there's a Thundercracker look-alike running around which- possible? I don't know. The Autobots do their best to cover Ratchet, who's still housing some of the humans but eventually, uh, are blown away into the snow.
O: Elsewhere, Optimus is directing air traffic like a freaking traffic cop.
S: Spike and Carly are listening to Megatron on the radio, realizing he's on every frequency.
O: Ramjet and Thundercracker show up, yet again, shooting Optimus and Powerglide.
S: So, being shot, since Powerglide’s speeding towards the ground with Carly and Spike inside along for the ride and then Carly and Spike grabbed some emergency jet packs and put them on Powerglide's, um, exterior and then he's able to land safely.
O: Well, that was not the direction I thought that was going to go in at all.
S: Me, neither.
O: Which, I mean, kudos for them to trying to save their friend but, that being said, I don't think that should have worked because they are still in the air and the wind speed alone should like made that very difficult to open like his cockpit or whatever and try to put the jetpacks on the outside.
S: Yeah, I mean, then again, Spike is apparently superhuman and easily able to pick up and use giant robot guns. Also they're at a low enough, uh, altitude that, like, they wouldn't go through decompression.
O: Decompression wasn't actually what I was worried about. It's still that Powerglide would still be going fast, at least, to some degree because he's still up in the air and-
S: That's true.
O: That was actually more of what I would be, like, the jet pack should have like, gotten ripped out of their hands before they could attach them to him.
S: Oh, I know, it's just I'm trying to use a suspension of disbelief right now.
O: [Laughter] Yes, let me just turn my entire brain off because that's the only way I'm making it through this episode.
S: [Laughter] Yeah, I mean, I've seen that episode of, I don't know, Aircraft Disasters about when the [a] cockpit [window] blew out on a major jetliner and they nearly lost one of the pilots.
O: Yeah. Over the radio, Megatron wants ALL of the energy before he'll return the airwaves to the humans. Blaster, somehow during all this, manages to play the rock music from before clueing Carly into that he is on- he's in the Decepticon base and she is, somehow, from this, able to figure out they're on the moon.
S: I think we have to assume that there might have been some location data embedded in the transmission. Either that or there's some special Carly- foo going on.
O: Which, I mean, it's Carly- sure there- there you go. I will suspend my disbelief for anything Carly wants to do. How about that?
S: Yeah, and then Powerglide’s, like, “Oh, no I'm not a damn spaceship!”
O: The one thing Powerglide can't do.
S: [Laughter]
O: But he does manage to grab, you know, the knocked out, unconscious Optimus with his tow cable from the air- dragging Optimus- still unconscious and extremely undignified, behind him, at least until the jet packs start to go out.
S: Had we noted that Optimus had been knocked out before this? Because I don't remember that.
O: I said- I think we said that they were attacked but, uh, not that Optimus specifically got knocked out.
S: Okay- it's just because, yeah, that image of him being dragged, undignified, through the air is just really funny. [Laughter]
O: [Laughter] It was very funny to behold.
S: The Autobots on the mountain dig themselves out of the snow when they receive Blaster’s communique and head out to drop the humans off. Presumably somewhere safer than a giant, driving Decepticon target.
O: Yeah, that is Ratchet. Uh, Powerglide manages to get Optimus to where Omega Supreme is and Carly attempts to get Prime up and moving again.
S: Omega Supreme says they should go to the moon to save their friends and stows Prime away inside him.
O: They argue that they can't communicate with anyone right now due to Megatron's interference, anyway so they should at least try something.
S: In the very next shot, Carly and Spike are magically in some space suits and they board Omega with Powerglide. And these are color-coded space suits.
O: Of course, it's the 80’s. Megatron finds out that Blaster is transmitting this music and goes to blast him but Omega Supreme lands and distracts him just in time. Okay. Remember before, when we said Omega Supreme splits into three pieces? Uh, only one of those pieces went up to the moon.
S: But, somehow, all of them are there when he transforms back into a robot.
O: So either they fly or they're all just like Optimus’ trailer.
S: Yeah or he's got some way of, like, picking them up and combining them all with his shuttle form. I don't know, man. Don't ask. Megatron gets mad but Omega just picks him up in one hand.
O: He's so tiny in comparison! [Laughter]
S: Yeah, if he's treating him like a- oh god, it's like that Mars Attacks comic where Megatron gets shrunken.
O: [Laughter] Yeah, it is. He's about- he's so tiny.
S: Yep, Astrotrain looks on like, “I don't know what anyone expects me to do here.” And Optimus is just sort of lying on the ground on a pallet in the background while Powerglide just sort of hangs out and watches all of this go down.
O: [Laughter] Just like, “No, no- we just need to get Omega to the moon. We'll be fine!” Astrotrain transforms into his train mode and trips Omega, making him drop Megatron.
S: He then transforms into a shuttle and flies off with Omega transforming and going after him.
O: But on the ground, at least someone here is using this time somewhat effectively as Megatron takes the opportunity to walk over and kick the unconscious Optimus on the ground.
S: But Optimus is able to get back up and tosses Megatron across the moon. Optimus is just like, “What the fuck is going on? How did I get here?”
O: The dude went to sleep on the ground, at an airport and woke up on the damn moon.
S: Poor Optimus is going to need some explanations.
O: But right now he's like, “Big, gray, and ugly: must punch.”
S: [Laughter] Blaster manages to start affecting the Galaxer by initiating a feedback loop but Cosmos one-ups him and just shoots it.
O: Why did no one disable his guns!?! Why is no one guarding them!?A
S: Because Megatron only brought, like, three people to the moon and sent two of them back and also overconfidence.
O: Yeah, that sounds right, rather- Yeah, accepted, yeah.
S: Outside, Megatron and Optimus grapple and, considering they're on the moon, this must be really awkward considering lower gravity.
O: [Laughter] Well, it goes something like: Blah, blah, blah- I still have enough energy to conquer you!! Do you now, Optimus? Do you? Do you?
S: Optimus manages to get the upper hand. While in the air, Astrotrain taunts Omega.
O: But Omega just transforms back into robot mode, grabs Astrotrain and then chucks him into space.
S: Megatron flies off and the rest of the crew heads into the base to help Blaster and Cosmos.
O: Blaster advocates that they should keep the moon base now that they have it.
S: Cosmos seems kind of happy with this. He wants, you know, some company.
O: So Optimus tells Blaster, “Yes,” but also adds, “remember your volume, like any capability, is also a responsibility.”
S: Blaster's like, “I'm gonna totally ignore you,” as he immediately hits one of the buttons on his chest. Uh, presumably, he's supposed to be playing music but there's no music playing.
O: And that's- that's the end of the episode. So join us next time for a Decepticon Raider in King Arthur's Court! Did you know magic was real in this universe? Yeah, neither did we.
S: Neither did the robots from outer space, either.
O: Nobody- nobody saw- no one ever expects the magic inquisition. So, if you have seen any of our Let's Plays, uh, my husband Chezni will be joining us on this episode, too, because it's his favorite and it is definitely quite a doozy. So, I believe we have some fanfic recommendations for today.
S: Okie dokie, alright. So our fanfiction recommendations today are “Hobbies Shared” by Merfilly. It's a G1 cartoon related- it's in the G1 cartoon continuity, it's rated G, it's Gen. Uh, there's no pairings and the characters are Cosmos and Blaster and, in summary, “Cosmos shares something with Blaster.” And, uh, the theme for that is music appreciation and it's a one shot that's drabblish. It's pretty short. It's also restricted access on AO3, so you have to have an AO3 account to- to read it. It was pretty cute.
The second recommendation is “Mechs Like Them” by eerian_sadow. It's also G1 cartoon, rated G, Gen though it could be potentially pre-slash. There's no official pairings but could be a prelude to Blaster/Cosmos and the characters are Blaster, Cosmos, and Tracks. In summary, “Blaster can't stop worrying about Cosmos.” And it's post Blaster Blues is the recommendation or reason for the recommendation. Theme. Something. And it's a one shot. So that concludes the two recommendations for this week.
O: And I should have some fanart for us today, so uh, my recommendation for today is Pell From Hell. I don't know why they named themselves that but I am down for it. They have a Tumblr and a Twitter and, just a warning, they have not been active since 2018. However, the art is very cute. And today we've linked some really cute ones. Uh, we- we have a Knife Megatron, which is amazing and I- what? This is based off a cat gif, isn't it?
S: Yes, it is. My first thought when I saw the name was- is it- is it that thing with the baby holding a knife running- or the kid holding a knife running [around a pool] and they're like, “What are you holding?” “A knife!” and it's like, “No!”
O: [Laughter] No!
S: I was thinking that with Megatron.
O: [Laughter]
S: But yeah, the smug cat works perfectly for this.
O: Right? Even though it's Lost Light Megatron and, therefore, one of the lesser smug Megatrons but still funny!
S: Yeah, but, I mean, this would be like being confronted by a bunch of Autobots.
O: [Laughter] Yeah, and then we have some cute, uh, mistletoe christmas-y, uh, Dratchet, uh, where I think Ratchet just wants some tea and Drift is trying to get a kiss.
S: Yes, that is cute.
O: And our last one is the Soundwave family. Uh, it looks like Rumble and Frenzy are about ready to fight and Soundwave is just dealing with his unruly children.
S: And Ravage is separating them.
O: And the birds are like, “Oh, dear god, why?”
S: Yeah.
O: Not that i can really blame them.
S: Looks like Buzzsaw is super annoyed.
O: Yeah, very grumpy. He’s a grumpy birb. Anyway, we'll be linking to all of the cute images and their Tumblr and Twitter.
S: And that about wraps it up for us today. Remember to check us out on Tumblr or Pillowfort as Afterspark-Podcast for any additional information, show notes, or links we may have mentioned. You can also find us on Facebook and Twitter at AftersparkPod (all one word) and various other locations by searching for Afterspark Podcast such as AO3, iTunes, Spotify, and Youtube, just to name a few. And feel free to send us questions on Tumblr, or Youtube, or AO3! Till next time, I'm Specs.
O: And I’m Owls.
S: Toodles
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The Assistant (Paul McCartney x Reader) Pt. 4
Words: 3.9k
Warnings: Drug use, Sexual themes, Smut!!
A/N: hi! enjoy ;)
September 1968
After last weeks fiasco with Klein, you’d avoided Paul almost entirely. He could tell something was wrong, but never made a conscious effort to ask. In the meantime, he’d started to bring Linda to the studio almost everyday. She was like a little sliver caught under your skin you just couldn’t pick out. The sad thing is, you used to like Linda. You, her and Pattie would often get lunch together. Was this Paul’s fault? Yeah, maybe... it seemed that way.
Everybody was already at the studio. However, you guys were in a small conference room waiting for more people to arrive. All the boys were dressed nice, in blazers, suits, and vests. Today was the day they were revising their contracts. Lawyers, managers, the whole big thing. You could feel their nerves, and no one dared to speak. You were standing near the door, John sat at the opposite end of the table, Ringo next to him. George was standing next to the windows and Paul was on the other side of the table away from the rest.
“How’re we feeling?” You asked, surveying each of their faces. John scoffed and rolled his eyes. You were a little hurt by it, but brushed it off looking at the others.
“As good as we can be, darling.” Ringo spoke, his tone was a little dreary. You began to feel worse; they truly looked miserable… and to think only two years ago they were on top of the world. Rain started to patter against the windows, covering the silence with some white noise. You sighed, taking a seat against the wall away from the table.
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The meeting lasted nearly two and a half hours. You took notes when told to, as well as made tea and food runs. When the boys would get too heated over some negotiations Klein had to whistle loudly to interrupt any voices. You also helped the boys calm down and focus on the course of action. With all the people yelling, throwing fits, and causing trouble, by the end of it you were nearly exhausted. But, glad they had finally come to an agreement. Paul was going to leave a day after the last concert they had scheduled on the 30th of January; John around the same time. Both Ringo and George were also to leave, officially disbanding the Beatles. Though, that was still four months into the future.
As everyone was leaving, Paul and you stayed behind cleaning up the conference room. He was quiet, gathering papers and pushing in chairs. Since you’d been ignoring him all week-- due to Kleins orders-- it felt weird to finally have a moment alone. Once he’d finished assembling his things, he walked passed you to the door. His hand, however, in passing, lingered on your lower back. You wanted so badly to speak to him, but when you opened your mouth, you couldn’t find the words. Just before the man opened the door to exit, he turned to face you. You could tell the meeting not only wore you, but Paul as well.
“I’m throwing a party tonight, just for fun. I'd like for you to be there.” He focused on your face, a gentle innocent glance. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you stuttered out an answer.
“I-I’d love to.”
“I'll-” The man paused, his eyes looking you up and down as though you were a piece of candy, “See you there.” His gaze lingered on your body before he exited the conference room.
‘Now hold up,’ Your conscious spoke before you could gather yourself. ‘You just agreed to go to a party, which Paul will be at… and possibly Linda as well... Fool.’ ‘Well, it could be fun anyway.’ The otherside of your brain argued back. You let out a huff and quickly left the conference room.
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You showed to Paul's home shortly after 8 P.M.-- of course, after battling your mind for hours whether or not to attend. The man had a valet service set up so they took your car to spare parking behind the lot. The home was already bursting with life and music as you passed through his garden to the front door. You entered the home, not bothering to knock, and immediately greeted packs of people mingling. Pushing passed the hot bodies, you kept scanning every open space you could to find the man. You’d ended up seeing a few of the crew, and even Mick Jagger with Keith Richards and Jim Morrison. You knew Paul was friends with them, but certainly wasn’t expecting that.
You kept pushing forward, and did a loop around the home before the host finally appeared. He had a cigarette in hand-- though you weren’t sure if it was tobacco or another substance-- and a drink in the other while socializing with a few people you didn’t know. He must’ve heard you footsteps because he turned just as you got up to the group.
“Ah, love, I’m so glad you came.” Paul smiled. He leaned down, kissing your cheeks before quickly excusing himself from the group. The man was tispy; you could tell by how touchy he was. One of his arms snaked it’s way over your shoulder, and began guiding the two of you away from the crowds. He opened a door which led to his small study, and then followed in behind you, firmly closing it. To your surprise, nobody had taken the room for sex or drugs yet.
“I just wanted to get somewhere quiet.” He commented, sitting on the tufted couch. You couldn’t help but notice his eyes as he scanned you up and down, and the subtle lip bite as well. You’d chosen a more revealing outfit tonight, wearing a pair of yellow pants with a collared, black crop top, tied in the front, as well as a large faux fur coat. He had changed from earlier also, now donning more casual clothes. He wore black slacks, with a pair of loafers and on top, a long sleeved red shirt. His hair was comb slicked back, and his beard was neat as well.
“You’ve got quite the company out there.” You spoke with a snort as you shucked off your large coat, and started to walk around the room. Your fingers grazed the books he had on built in shelves. Paul’s study was your favorite room in his house. On one wall, there was a fireplace with two built in bookshelves on the sides of it; and a large dark oak desk was to the left against the wall. In the middle of the room, in front of the fireplace, was the seating area with one couch, a armchair, and coffee table. Paintings hung on the walls added a bit of life, and Paul’d even had a few guitars hung next to them as well. Two lamps lit the room just enough, as well as the fire which had been turned on to combat the cold air outside.
“Yes, well, it’s out of my control now.” He took another swig from the beer bottle, then relit the cigarette in his grasp and took a drag. You circled the room before sitting on a small tufted chair to the right of Paul. He reached out his hand, giving you the cigarette. Upon closer inspection, you saw it wasn’t a cigarette, but a joint rolled with papers that mimicked cigarette wrapping.
“Clever,” You commented, then took a long puff from it. Paul watched you as you did so; he always liked the way your lips looked wrapped around things. His eyes, dark in the dim lighting of lamps, gazed at you; nearly burning a hole in the side of your face. You looked back at him, feeling butterflies erupt as you passed the marijuana cigarette back. His fingers grazing yours caused even more nerves to light up.
“I didn’t think you were going to show.” He added, taking a drag. You began to feel the affects of the marijuana, making the world seem in slow motion.
“Yeah, well…” You started but trailed off.
“You’ve seemed distant this week, darling.” Paul sat up, and leaned towards your figure a little more as he passed you the joint. A sigh escaped your lips before you took a puff and answered him.
“It’s Klein. After the press conference, he told me to leave you alone. Except if you need me to do assistant work.”
“That dirty man. He’s always been skeevy.” Venom laced Paul’s tone as he drank from the bottle, then wiped his mouth. You nodded in agreement and glanced around the room once more before asking.
“Where’s Linda?”
“She has business in New York.” He responded. You felt your heart-rate pick up and bit the inside of your cheek as a response. So, you were alone?
“Ah,” You spoke, hiding your excitement.
The two of you continued to chat, as well as pass the joint. Paul even left at one point to go gather some more marijuana and rolling papers. It was getting more and more hot in the room, but you didn’t mind. It gave you an excuse to wear your skimpy outfit. You hadn’t even known how much time had passed, but occasionally the two of you would hear the party rage on.
Once you felt sufficiently stoned, you two sat in silence. By now, you’d moved so you were both sitting on the couch, instead of opposite chairs. With each movement, you two had scooted closer until your legs were touching from knee to hip. You looked into his eyes, the firelight causing them to shine brighter.
Paul looked at you through his black lashes. His doe like eyes seemed more intense in the dim lighting. The two of you sat cross legged on the floor, facing the other. Smoke swirled in and out of your vision and around Paul as well. Music could be heard, but was distant as you two were in a private section of the home. You took a puff off of a half smoked marijuana cigarette and made eye contact with the man as you performed a simple French inhale trick. His eyes focused on your lips, causing his to gently part in return. You could feel his energy in your hazy state. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad.
Your sitting bodies felt electric together causing your heart to beat faster. Paul leaned towards your figure, a sensual expression across his face. You shifted your weight, leaning closer to him as well. His eyes glanced down at your chest gazing delightfully at your cleavage. It only gave you confidence as you rest your hand on the man's leg. His eyes came back up to meet yours as he finally connected your lips. You put your hands on the sides of his face, holding him there as you switched your position; as Paul sat cross-legged on the floor you straddled his lap still keeping the kiss going. You eventually broke the kiss, grabbing the Joint from a random ashtray you set it on. Still sitting in Paul’s lap, you relit it and took a large drag before handing it over to the man in front of you. He too took a long puff before setting it back onto the ashtray.
His hands then moved and melded firm on your bum, as he didn’t want you to get away. You two began to kiss again, though it ended up morphing itself into a heated makeout. Your hands found their way to Paul’s jeans; slyly unbuckling his belt and with one motion undoing his button as well. Your hand began to explore, finding his member semi hard and still tucked away behind his underwear.
In the meantime, Paul’s hands found their way to the zipper of your dress, he’d managed to unzip it entirely and then unclasp your bra as well. You broke the kiss while he pulled the apparel and undergarment off, freeing your breasts and leaving you in panties and socks. You’d skipped stockings tonight, having a knowing feeling about the events that were occurring. Paul’s mouth was swift to latch onto your breast. His tongue swirled your nipple, occasionally flicking it with the muscle. The sensation only fueled the fire down south, and you began to grind against the man; underwearing being the only thing separating skin. You grabbed the Marijuana cigarette again, finding it still burning, you placed it between your lips and took another pull, blowing smoke around the man between your breasts.
Paul adjusted your position shortly after, moving you from sitting on his lap to laying you on your back as he sat between your legs; basically putting you in the missionary position. The joint still sat between your lips and you kept puffing on it. By now you were extremely stoned; every little movement and pleasure Paul caused you was experienced tenfold by your senses.
You two still lingered on the floor, however the bass player had placed your discarded dress under your head to act as a pillow. He gently took the Joint from your mouth and placed it into his own, now smoking it himself. You sat up on your elbows, palming his member through underwear as he carefully maneuvered his shirt off his body- not having to take the little weed cigarette from his mouth. You admired his body; he was slightly toned on his chest, however his shoulders and arms were more defined. He donned a small patch of chest hair, and a dark happy trail that led to a nice patch of dark pubic hair. His hair was messy, and he combed his fingers through, desperate to remove the strands from his eyes.
Paul now stood on his knees, quickly shucking off his pants and underwear leaving the man completely nude. After that, he set the joint onto the ashtray so he could get to work with nothing in the way. You took the moment to ogle him in the warm lighting. He was already glistening from sweat, adding fire to the fantasy. He linked his fingers into the sides of your panties, gliding them down and off your legs all while staring at you through his lashes. Afterwords, he spread them, eyes gazing you up and down. He bit his lip, his doe-y eyes admiring your pussy. One of his hands left the grip on your leg and single digit ran up your slit, hitting your clit at the end of it’s journey. You squirmed and gasped at the sudden sensation, earning a head-cock from Paul. He redid the motion, this time with two fingers. You reacted the same, a squeal and squirm, gripping your hand onto his thigh.
“Darling, so wet for me already.” He commented, voice heavy. “How would you feel if I have a little snack?” Seductive undertones laced every word.
He leaned down and scoot back until his head came level with your stomach. With the last word escaping his lips, he kissed around your navel, working his way further and further down until a light kiss peppered your clit. Your hands flew to the man's head immediately tangling themselves within his hair. He took this as an eager invitation, and began to suck your clit. One of his free hands worked its way up and began to twist your nipple gently. The sensitivity of your body caused you to moan and tighten your grip on Paul’s hair. Paul’s free hand left your nipple and moved down to your vagina. He continued to lick and flick your clit with his tongue as he slowly inserted a single digit. You tightened around his finger, enjoying the feeling of it all as he began to finger you carefully.
“Oh, Paul,” A breathy moan left your lips. Paul’s reaction was to finger you faster while he sucked your clit harder. His beard rubbing against your inner thigh felt so wonderful, and you nearly suffocated the man between your legs. The bass player began to move his fingers as though he was plucking guitar strings. He kept tapping your g-spot as he did so, earning even louder cries of pleasure from you. Paul could tell you were getting close, as you kept tightening around his fingers. He gently pulled them out, and gave one last sweet kiss to your clit before sitting up on his knees again. His dick was now fully hard and he nonchalantly jerked himself, scooting closer to your position.
You sat up a little, reaching out to grab his member. Your hand replaced his and you switched positions once again, landing you on top. He now lay his head on your discarded dress. However, before he fully laid down, he grabbed an additional joint you’d rolled earlier and lit it. He knew what you were about to do, and he was going to enjoy it. You moved your hair from your face and leaned your head down so your lips were just above his cock. You gently licked the tip, earning a shudder from Paul. You were on your hands and knees now, basically switching the man positions entirely. One of your hands gently rubbed your clit, and the other held you up as you sucked the bass player off. Your tongue swirled around and you bobbed your head, making sure to keep your mouth as airtight as possible. Paul kept letting out delightful moans, occasionally letting his hand hold your head or fix your hair. He even used it to guide your bobs, keeping you on beat.
“Oh, love,” The man breathed. You cast your gaze up to his face, making sure to stay within rhythm. His usually hazel eyes were turned a dark brown from lust as he watched your pretty mouth circle his cock. You then stopped playing with yourself and used that hand to rub him while sucking. His moans only increased and became more frequent with each nod. You finally popped off, finishing with a few kisses around his navel. You wiped the corners of your mouth with a slight grin, sitting back on your knees. Paul was only harder now, periodically causing his member to twitch from need. You lazily jerked him with one of your hands as you straddled his lap again, placing you into the cowgirl position. You lined yourself up with him, your entrance just barely touching his tip.
He passed you the fresh marijuana cigarette and rested both his hands on your hips afterwards. As you began to inhale, Paul guided you down onto his cock. You quickly grabbed the joint from your lips as you moaned, not wanting to drop it. His hard member filled you so perfectly as you sat down on him, giving you that warm feeling deep in your stomach. The room was still smokey, adding to the heat and charged environment. Paul’s hand stayed firm on your hips as he began to help you bounce up and down on his dick. He even began to thrust up, only resulting in his member going deeper and harder in you.
Each ram seemed to make his hard cock find your g-spot perfectly. Your stomach kept twisting with every thrust, getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Paul kept averting his gaze between your face and breasts while you fucked him. When you were able to, you would look into his eyes showing you how much you were enjoying him. He removed one hand from your hips and took the joint from between your fingers, swiftly putting it between his lips. You could tell how erratic his breaths were by his exhales of smoke. It gave you confidence seeing him so pleasured by you, prompting you to only go faster.
Paul surprised you by wrapping his arms tightly around your bum, trapping his cock in your pussy, as he lifted and laid you on your back again. He then began to thrust more rapid than he’d done before. Slaps of sweaty skin echoed around the room but you didn’t care at all in the throes of pleasure. He grabbed the joint from his mouth while still fucking you and put it between your lips, allowing you the enjoyment of the marijuana. You moaned loudly, Paul as well, only fueling both of your satisfaction. One of his hands found their way to your clit and he began to rub with his thumb. Swirling sensations began to fill your tummy, prompting louder moans from both you and Paul.
“Oh, baby, I’m going to cum.” You moaned, opening your eyes long enough to see Paul’s reaction.
“Darling, cum for me.” He raised his eyebrows in bliss, immediately rubbing your clit faster and harder. In response you tightened around his cock as he thrust, causing the man to close his eyes. The pressure was building fast and before you knew it, an orgasm overtook your entire body. You wrapped your legs around the mans back, trapping him deep within you. He let out a loud moan as his thrusts became staggard. You could feel his cock throbbing deep in you as he collapsed and lay with his head snuggled in your neck. You both lay still, but breathed heavily trying to recover from the incredible orgasm you both just experienced.
Paul slowly sat up and pulled himself out of you, wincing from how sensitive he was. You felt his hot cum slowly drip out of your pussy, but you didn’t care. Your mind was so clouded it didn’t even cross your thoughts that he just came inside you with no protection. The man groaned as he laid down next to you, now both of you on your backs. You’d calmed down, but he was still breathing a little heavy.
“That was everything I imagined it to be.” Paul commented after a few moments of silence. You couldn’t help but let a giggle escape as your turned on your side to face the black haired man. Both of you were still stoned out of your minds, but didn’t even care. Right now, your worlds revolved around the other.
You two laid there naked for what seemed like an hour before you actually had the energy to get dressed again. First Paul got dressed, then helped you get put together as well. His touch was so gentle when it came to you, he acted as though you were made from glass. Well except when it came to fucking. None of your ex’s had sex like that, it was a nice change from the typical bloke from the bar.
In the tired bliss of after sex glow Paul’d managed to find a blanket and two pillows in the closet of the room you were in. He then made the makeshift bed and you two climbed in, snuggling up to the other. His hand gently rubbed your back as you cuddled into his chest. ‘You just had sex with Paul.’ Your subconscious screamed in your ear. You tried to push the thoughts away, but they refused. Reminiscing about the last hour and a half made you want to squeal and cheer.
“Goodnight, love.” Paul spoke. You could see he was dozing in and out. Even though the room was lit up like a Christmas tree, you too were starting to fall asleep. You closed your eyes and lay your head on Paul’s chest before answering.
“Goodnight, Paul.”
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A/N: i’ve never written smut before, so like pls tell me how i did <3 more graphic, less graphic? idk. Also!!!! my wifi got turned off for three months, i cant afford to pay it rn, So i may not be as active!
Pt. 5
Taglist: @vixenstail
#paul mccartney fanfic#paul mccartney fanfiction#paul mccartney x reader#the beatles fanfic#the beatles fanfiction#the beatles x reader
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For the smut promps can you do 36+38+60? Thanks a lot :-)
36. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” & 38. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” & 60. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”
I was in an angsty MCL mood tonight, so I went back to my dark, kinky rewrite of Castiel’s route in UL.
Miss the Misery part 3
Part 1
Part 2
Well, this wasn’t awkward at all.
I looked around the table making a mental note of the situation. We were at the beach, officially attending the surfing competition and unofficially celebrating Rosa’s happy news. She was feeling tired though and had just left, leaving me in a somewhat tricky spot.
On one side there were Alexy and Morgan relentlessly teasing Hyun, who was throwing longing and pitiful stares at me. I so wasn’t going there, Hyun was a pure soul and I didn’t want to be the one tarnishing it. As fun as it might’ve been.
In front of me prof Zaidi, or Rayan as he’d asked me to call him, was sexily drinking one of the non-alcoholic beverage he’d bought for us. A drop of amber liquid fell on his chin, and I started picturing what he would do if I just leaned forward and licked it off him. I knew he would probably appreciate the gesture in private, but we were not alone.
Castiel and Nath were sitting at the other hand of the table, strangely behaving as mature and collected people. Remembering how things were about to go down the last time they’d met, I was a little surprised. They were about to beat each other at the Cosy Bear. Even more surprisingly Cas had been the one to diffuse the situation, when instead he would’ve been the one to throw the first punch in high school. This new, mature version of him was so infuriating, nothing ever seemed to get a rise out of him.
After that day, where I’d sworn I’d never again let him affect me in any way, while at the same time I’d bring him to his knees regretting the day he’d met me, we’d un into each other only a couple of times at the university. Both times I’d either pretended not seeing him or brushed him off very quickly. This time though, we’d been forced to spend the night together with our friends, and I wasn’t sure the “ignore him” tactic was having any effect whatsoever. He looked completely unperturbed.
“Castiel, I think there’s a girl or two over there who’d like a private concert… in their bedroom, if you see what I mean.” Alexy suddenly said laughing, Morgan elbowed him while glancing over at me. Alexy gave me an apologetic look from the other hand of the table. I answered with a smile, even though I was gritting my teeth.
“What luck, I have my guitar in the car!” With that Castiel got up right away to get it, while I felt my blood run cold in my veins.
“Well, I think I’m going to enjoy the peace and quiet of the beach and get some fresh air if anyone wants to join me.” Nath said immediately afterwards, staring at me while leaving the table.
What the hell was I going to do now?
The smart thing was to either call it a night or follow Priya to the dance floor and have some innocent fun with my friend.
That fucking jerk has gone serenading some random groupies.
Being smart was overrated.
“Candy, please save me!” Hyun cried out, as Alexy and Morgan dragged him towards the sea. Mmm… tempting, but not tempting enough.
I was left alone at the table with Rayan, whose stare was burning into mine with clear intentions.
They must be throwing themselves at him right at this moment.
I looked around the crowded beach, I didn’t want to be smart in this precise moment, but I also wasn’t stupid. I wished my professor goodnight and headed towards the beach.
All men are dogs, none would pass on the chance of a threesome.
He didn’t use to be one, though. There was a time where he looked only at me. A pitiful voice whispered inside my head.
Those time were gone.
“Candy, you came.”
I found Nath in an isolated corner of the beach and sat next to him.
“I was also in the mood to enjoy some quiet time.”
He looked at me dubious, and I started chewing my lip slightly nervous, hoping he wouldn’t notice the turmoil raging inside me.
“Don’t do that,” he said with his eyes fixed on my lips.
“What?” I asked pouting a little.
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
“You must know there’s nothing naïf or oblivious about me.”
“Well, in that case…”
I cut him off in the middle of whatever he was going to say. Scooting closer, I grabbed his head and pushed it down towards mine, attacking his lips with feverish fervour.
He froze at first, completely shocked, but very quickly got the hangs of what was happening and his hands went to my hips, pushing me much closer to his body. All my soft parts pressed against his hard ones.
I knew he would be game, but I was a little surprised by how quickly he’d jumped to the chance. You’re making out with the stuck-up student body president, the usual annoying voice whispered in my mind, but it was easy to ignore her this time, there was very little of the annoying, rule-abiding, bookish overachiever left in him. We’d both changed for the better.
I moved one hand under his t-shirt, lightly grazing the hard planes of his abs with my nails. A hoarse moan escaped his lips, proving that he was rather enjoying the attention. So much so, that ten seconds later I found myself lying on my back, his body pressing me in the wet sand.
“I know why you’re doing this,” he said to my ear while his hand slipped under my top. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad,” he quickly added when he felt my body stiffen at his words. His other hand came to my chin, forcing me to stare into his eyes. “But I do have my pride. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”
I tried to object, to say that wasn’t at al the reason why I’d come to him, but his lips crushed on mine again, completely taking my breath away. One moment later, my top had been pushed up and my sarong had been untied, so the only thing left to hide me from his hungry stare was my skimpy bikini. He seemed to appreciate the view, because his hands found my breasts immediately.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of these,” he said as with one hand he grabbed and fondled one breast, while his lips found the other one, his tongue creating a hot trail from its side up to my nipple.
He arranged himself better between my legs, so that now his jeans-clad length was pressing insistently against my core, each movement creating the most perfect friction that was making me lose my mind completely.
I was wet, and the sea drenching us with its waves was only part of the reason.
Nath moved one cup of my bikini top to the side, and took most of my breast in his mouth, sucking, while his tongue kept its attacks on my nipple, and I couldn’t help but moan, my fingers grabbing his hair, pushing him even closer.
And while his hand started creeping lower, and lower, almost reaching the hem of my bottom, he said, “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”
That felt like a cold shower had suddenly extinguished all the heat of the moment.
What an idiot, I was here because I didn’t want to think, why the hell would he say something like that.
I grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand from moving even further down and pushed him off him.
“You’re such an asshole,” I grunted, as I fixed my clothes.
He looked at me with an expression that was something between disappointment and satisfaction, I had no idea what the hell he was aiming at. Piss me off? Well, good for him, mission accomplished.
He just laid there, touching his fingers to his mouth, the taste of my skin still on his lips, and gave me one of his new lopsided devilish smiles, “I’m sorry you got tired of playing, I was rather enjoying myself. Here, let me walk you back to the bus stop.”
I wanted to tell him that there was no need, that I really didn’t want to be around him in that moment, or ever again probably. But he jumped up, and put an arm around my shoulders whispering to my ear, “that’s fine, I waited a long time for this, I don’t mind waiting a little more. And if the main course is as good as the starter…”
His husky voice and his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. “Also, when I make you mine, I prefer to have your undivided attention.”
Make me his? Big words for what was essentially just a rebound fuck.
“I’m nobody’s, Nath.”
And I really believed it, until the moment we walked in front of a bonfire and saw Castiel sitting there alone, playing his guitar. No sign of groupies around.
Nath’s hold on my shoulders tightened the moment Castiel’s eyes came up and rested on us.
I tried to push Nath away, but he didn’t budge, and Castiel sent our way only a bored and slightly disgusted look.
Not even seeing me in Nath’s arms, coming from what clearly looked and was a hook-up, was affecting him? I was about to roll in despair when I noticed that his mask of coldness and disinterest didn’t extend to his hands that, knuckles white, were gripping the guitar as if they wanted to crush it.
Should I’ve felt happy? Triumphant even, that as much as he tried to hide it, I still affected him at least a bit? I felt mostly empty.
“Well, that was fun,” Nath said as we made it to the bus stop, and I thought he was only partially talking about our nocturnal activities. I bet seeing Castiel’s controlled rage was as much a turn on for him as I had been.
I barely said bye and left him there on the sidewalk, as I found a seat on the bus. I really had no mental and physical strength left to deal with him and his twisted smugness this night.
I rested my head against the cold window and let the bus lull me into an agitated sleep.
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