#I was at the first tour in a small venue standing room only

[outer-edges]

while my biggest flex in life is predicting the mega popularity of people like doja cat, sabrina carpenter, and olivia rodrigo years before they hit it big, my biggest shame is that i didn’t become privvy to chappell roan until last fall after midwest princess dropped and a heterosexual man on tiktok said this was going to be the next big thing in pop music. nobody can know my secret.

[aphrogeneias]

Rockstar!Eddie who has a crush on assistant!reader and has her running after him, after he comes to her with long list of demands and requests, only he doesn't really need her help at all, it's just an excuse to see her.

“These guys realize they're not Sabbath, right?” Rick sighs, “Like, what the fuck is this?”

Your boss barely even moves from where he's sprawled over one of the lounge chairs by the pool. When you arrived, he had to dismiss the girl that was sitting with him — on him, really — just to have you hand him the handwritten note without any preamble.

You don't know what to say.

“I, uh… I have no idea. Some roadie delivered me this and literally ran off. I think it's a prank, honestly.” You sigh.

It's a handwritten list of dressing room demands. A fur rug, expensive champagne, only red M&M's… the list went on. Quite ridiculous for a band on their first solo tour, playing on small venues across the country. Quite ridiculous for anybody.

To be honest, it disappointed you a little. You like these boys, which was more than you could say about the bands you've worked with in the past. Corroded Coffin came from nowhere, and while they aren't going anywhere soon, they are happy to just do whatever it takes to play their music, and you respect that.

This isn't very much like them.

Rick pinches the bridge of his nose, before pulling his sunglasses up, straightening them on his eyes. HE doesn't look directly at you as he gives you the piece of paper back, a silent dismissal. “Check it out with Munson. This bullshit has got his goblin little fingers all over it.”

You're happy the older man doesn't see how flustered you get at the mention of Coffin’s frontmen, and you're even happier to scramble out of there to hide the nervous smile that dares to rise to your lips.

Eddie Munson makes you nervous, more than you'd like to admit.

It's either his intense stare, those deep brown eyes that seem to know everyone's every secret — and you don't doubt they might — or the general aura of danger he exudes. Or, even, the sweet dimpled smile he tried to hide behind his hair, or the doodles he made during long meetings, or…

Maybe it's all of these things, but truth be told, it's probably also the way he makes you feel like you're the only person in the room when he looks at you, when you were supposed to be invisible beside Rick while he does his job.

You wonder if he does that to every girl he meets.

The elevator and the halls are a blur until you reach his door. Room 707, and you can hear the low strumming of an unplugged guitar from the inside, something that sounds like blues. You almost forget to knock, but when you do, the sound stops.

Eddie answers the door, then. “Oh, hi.”

The shirt with the cropped sleeves he's wearing shows off his arms, and the tattoos adorning it. You try not to stare at them as he holds the door open, not sparing you of his charming smile.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

Instead of answering with the same sweetness, you get too ahead of yourself. “Is this a prank, Munson?”

You hand him the piece of paper back, and his expression changes immediately. A pink flush rushes over his cheeks, and he stares at it, as if he suddenly can't keep meeting your eyes.

You'd never seen him like that.

“Oh. Uh. Not a prank, no…” He stumbles over his words, letting out a nervous chuckle. “It's a…”

“Because it's gotta be a joke, and a bad one at that.” You stand your ground. “We couldn't even do that if we had a big budget, but with the one we have? You're lucky we even have water and towels at most venues…”

“It's not a joke, I promise. It's just that…” He interrupts your rant, looking away and sighing, then he moves closer, narrowing his eyes. “Can I level with you?”

“Please do.” You cross your arms, trying not to seem intimidated by his closeness.

“I didn't know how else to get your attention."

Your eyebrows shoot up, “You what?”

“I figured that if I wrote something stupid enough, Rick would send you to confront me because he doesn't have the balls to do it himself,” Eddie's flustered expression recovers into a confident grin, “and I was right.”

Swallowing back the nervous butterflies that seem to fly from your stomach and overflow through your body, you breathe out. “You thought you needed all this just for me to talk to you?”

“It worked, didn't it?”

You take a step back, trying to understand what just happened. His grin is infectious, because you smile despite yourself. “Next time, just say something. You'd be surprised.”

As you start walking away, backwards, still looking at him, Eddie gives you an unreadable look. He nods, though, lips trying to fight a bigger smile. “Next time?”

“For any professional inquiries, of course."

Finally, you turn your back, making your way back to the elevator. You meant what you said, but you know that's not what he meant.

"Professional. Sure."

The door clicked shut once again.

[eviesaurusrex]

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Harry Styles x Wife!Reader

summary: Harry’s final show is over, and now the aftermath is hitting.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: crying, mentions of pregnancy (I couldn’t help it, sorry 👉🏻👈🏻), and dad-to-be!Harry, fluff, soft!reader, soft!Harry, more crying, just fluffness, not entirely proofread

author’s note: I only could watch parts of the livestream and saw videos on Twitter, and because I was so emotional over this, I had to write something. This is my first time writing in a while, so please bear with me, thaaaaanks

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YN would have to lie if she told anybody her eyes were entirely dry over the course of his final show. No one would believe her anyway because the internet was full of evidence that she certainly had been crying—she had been a never-ending waterfall from the minute the intro had started, and Harry arrived on stage.

Maybe her hormones were already more chaotic and over the top than she had anticipated.

But seeing him falling to his knees, overwhelmed by all the emotions crashing down on him, seeing his loyal fans in numbers of thousands gathered to celebrate him and his last night on tour, also took her in. A moment after, she had found herself in the embraces of Anne and Gemma, all three women watching the man they loved so deeply and dearly doing what he loved the most while the venue cheered for him. It was an otherworldly moment, YN was sure of it. Her heart ached in astonishing proudness, in overwhelming love and devotion, but also in sympathy because the woman already knew how hard this was for Harry. He just loved his work just as much as he loved her. But she would be ready to catch him from falling and build him up again if he needed it.

Apparently, Harry’s goal tonight was to make this even more emotional than it already was, to ingrain it in her memory for all the years ahead of them, as he stood again and slowly, still in awe, walked back to the microphone stand, the Love Band in his back. YN only could wipe away the last fallen tears, her head resting against Anne’s shoulder, feeling Gemma’s head resting on hers, before Harry’s next words let new salty oceans well up in her already red eyes.

“This-this tour was the biggest adventure so far in my life, and-and I will be forever grateful for the experiences I was fortunate enough to have, thanks to all of you. I will never forget that. Never. But now—“ His still watery eyes searched through the crowds until he seemingly found her, a knowing smile stretching over his lips. “Now, I’ll aboard the grandest adventure of a lifetime, feeling prepared enough not to make a fool out of myself, for not letting this gorgeous, gorgeous woman—“ He pointed in her direction, and the fans screamed as some of them seemed to realize what he was telling them. “—down and disappoint her. You helped me to grow over the past two years, and becoming a dad isn’t so frightening anymore.” Now, everyone caught up to it, the venue boomed and buzzed with excitement, and YN couldn’t hold back the pent-up tears and the smile appearing on her face.

This really was a final show to behold.

“Thank you to all of you. I might be gone for a while, but I’ll come back with something magical. I promise. Stay true, stay wild, stay kind. Remember everything will be alright.”

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It took almost two hours until YN saw Harry rounding the corner and walking toward her in their hotel room. She had already gotten ready for the night, had ordered dinner for them, and got the place as cozy as possible. They wouldn’t stay long here before finally heading to Harry’s Italian sanctuary, reveling in the endless amounts of free and uninterrupted time together, distressing from this incredible tour, and preparing everything for the new addition to their small family.

“Hey,” she whispered as Harry wordlessly sank to his knees in front of the bed, kneeling between her legs and resting his head against her chest. YN could hear him humming in contentment as her fingers started to card through his still-damp hair, not caring for the sweat clinging to him. “You were incredible. I am so, so proud.” She continued to whisper praise after praise, interrupted only by soft kisses to the top of Harry’s head until she felt his shoulders shake under her loving hands and the quiet sobs pressed out against her top. “Oh, baby…” Tightly, they held onto one another, feeling each other as closely as possible while he drenched her shirt in much-needed tears and never let go of her.

YN didn’t care a millisecond for her clothes and let him cry until the only sounds inside the hotel room were his heavy, shaky breaths and her soothing voice, whispering sweet nothings into his soft curls, against his forehead, his temple. She felt his strong hands on her back, his long fingers burying into the soft fabric of her shirt, which had been once his a long time ago. Not able to stop, YN continued to press kisses to every spot she could reach and gently guided him through the emotional turmoil of the aftermath as best as she could.

After some time, Harry inhaled deeply before a long, deep sigh released it again, his body now unmoving resting against hers, slowly relaxing in her embrace. In one moment, he was like warmed clay under her hands, molding perfectly against her, and in the next, his hands had wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her wordlessly into the adjacent bathroom, gently placing her on the bench next to the shower. YN knew he needed her close, even though he stepped under the warm water stream alone at first. Without so much as a second thought, she discarded the clothes, ignored the fact that she had already showered earlier, and stepped right behind him into the glass cabin.

Hands softly, lovingly, glided over his hips before arms wrapped themselves around it, a face pressed against his back, fingers slowly tracing every single dark inked line on warm skin. Featherlike kisses flew over his back, and she could hear him sigh again, still not saying a word, still contemplating the last hours. Another heavy, shaky inhale was the sign of the next set of tears, and now, he turned in her arms and buried his face in the crook of her neck, pulling her as closely as possible to hold onto something in the sea of overwhelming emotions.

“It’s okay, love. Let it out. I’m here,” YN could only mumble against his shoulder, feeling somewhat helpless and on the verge of crying herself while the hormones started to run havoc inside her once again. But she never had liked seeing him upset or even crying, to begin with, too empathetic not to be fazed by it. Most times, she had cried alongside him until they laughed under tears which had always changed the mood to something brighter. But now, YN felt it wasn’t her place to cry along, so she bottled it up, forcing the traitorous tears down and let her hand find his cheek to gently caress it with the pad of her thumb.

Harry mumbled something inaudible against her neck, grabbing her tighter than before. “Hm? What was that?” YN asked quietly, her words almost drowned by the still-running shower. “Don’t think I’m mourning this tour more than I want to spend time with you,” he repeated himself and pulled his head back to let their foreheads meet again. “My career isn’t more important than you. Or the family we’re starting.” Blinking stunned, YN softly furrowed her brows, slowly shaking her head. “I’d never think that,” she finally whispered, not sure where this came from all of a sudden. Her thumbs wiped away the remaining tears. “There wasn’t a single moment in the past eight years where I felt like a second choice. I never thought you prioritized your career over me. So… Never think that. Okay? We know we’re loved without measure, beyond compare, H.”

At that, Harry started to smile, eyes still watery, and placed one of his hands over the place where his second true love was safely growing. “Thank you, sunflower.” It was only a whisper, voice filled with wonder, as he looked down at the woman who had decided he was worthy enough for her love all those years ago and who had grown alongside him. And now she gifted him the most precious thing he could ever ask for: fatherhood with the woman he loved more than anything else at his side.

YN smiled up at him and let Harry kiss her softly. “Nothing to thank me for, love. It’s my job. I’ll always be here to catch you, just as I have always done.“ Mumbling against his lips, she couldn’t let go of him, but soon, she was wrapped in a fluffy towel, and Harry lovingly dried her hair, always watching her through the mirror above the sink with a loving expression. She watched him just as closely, seeing that one familiar spark of inspiration lighting up in his mesmerizing eyes, but he contained himself. YN couldn’t have any of that. “You can go and do your magic, y’know? Dinner should be here soon, and the little bean and I can entertain ourselves.” But she should’ve known better and allowed Harry to pull her back against his chest. “The music can wait. I need this. Need you. Time with you. Wanna talk about anything and everything. Want to talk to the little bean. I want to have dinner with my wife on the balcony. I want to sleep in with her tomorrow before we head out to the villa.”

Sometimes, YN couldn’t comprehend her luck, couldn’t comprehend how it was possible for someone to love another human so deeply. It was like a miracle.

Grinning, she let both brows wander up in question. “Have you ever thought about telling your fans that the Harry Styles is not only becoming a dad but is also a married man?” A chuckle escaped them at that, and she still wondered how they had been so successful in keeping secrets from the world. “Maybe after coming back,” he continued to chuckle as he bent down and kissed her right shoulder, his thumbs now sweeping over her skin like soft feathers.

The moment of contentedly looking at one another through the slightly fogged-up mirror was over as the sound of knuckles against the wooden hotel room door echoed through their rooms. Harry bent down once again, his index finger resting under her chin and turning her face to capture her lips in another kiss. He just couldn’t get enough of her. “I’ll set up dinner, and you’ll get cozy again, sunflower.”

And with that, he ventured out of the bathroom, leaving a smiling YN behind.

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[cheynovak]

Unexpected Melody

Characters: Jensen Ackles x F/Reader Y/N     

Summary:  Y/N is a talented singer and a longtime friend of Jensen Ackles. When Jensen invites her to one of his shows, she expects to be impressed by his voice—but nothing could have prepared her for the magnetic pull she feels when she sees him on stage.

Warnings: none

English is not my first language 

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated*

Very quick one shot, enjoy!

You’d known Jensen Ackles for years, ever since your paths had crossed at some charity event in Los Angeles. You were a singer, touring across the country, and he was the star of one of the biggest TV shows on air.

Despite your busy lives, you’d kept in touch, grabbing coffee whenever you found yourselves in the same city. Over the years, a comfortable friendship had developed between you, the kind that made it easy to laugh and even easier to talk. You had always admired his talent, his easy-going charm, and how down-to-earth he remained despite his fame. But that was the extent of it.

Until tonight.

You were in Austin, Texas, for a few days after wrapping up your own tour. Jensen had invited you to one of his shows with his band, Radio Company. You knew he could sing—he’d casually serenaded you during late-night hangouts before—but you’d never seen him perform live. So when he asked you to come, you couldn’t resist.

“C’mon, Y/N,” he’d said with that infectious grin of his. “I want you to see what I’ve been up to.”

So here you were, standing in the crowd at a small, intimate venue, surrounded by fans who had come to see Jensen in a different light.

The air was thick with anticipation as you stood near the front of the stage, surrounded by eager fans. The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted in cheers. When Jensen appeared, guitar slung across his body, the entire atmosphere shifted. It was as if the world tilted slightly, putting him in the center of it all.

The band started playing, and as Jensen’s voice filled the room, you felt your heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just that he could sing—he owned the stage with a kind of effortless swagger that you had never seen from him before. The rhythm of the music seemed to pulse through you, syncing with the rapid beat of your heart.

Your eyes were glued to him. The way his fingers moved over the strings, how his voice growled in just the right way, and the way he seemed to pour his entire soul into every note. And that smile—God, that smile. It was as if he knew something you didn’t, as if he could see right through you.

When the night sky emerged, you realized you hadn’t looked away from him once. You were completely mesmerized by the way he moved, the way the sweat glistened on his skin under the stage lights. The way his shirt clung to his body, revealing the toned muscles you’d never really paid attention to before.

Your mouth felt dry, and a strange heat spread through you. You tried to shake it off, but the sensation only grew stronger, more insistent. Was this lust? You’d been attracted to people before, sure, but this… this was different. This felt like something more primal, more intense.

And then, as if he could sense your gaze, Jensen’s eyes found yours in the crowd. His expression shifted—softened, almost. The intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch. He held your eyes as he sang the next few lines, and you felt like they were meant just for you.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, Jensen’s attention shifted back to the crowd. But the damage was done. Your mind was racing, trying to make sense of the torrent of emotions swirling inside you. Could it be that you were starting to feel something for him? Something more than friendship?

The show continued, but you were barely aware of anything other than Jensen. The way his body moved with the music, the way his voice seemed to wash over you, the way your skin prickled with heat every time he looked your way.

By the time the final song ended, your mind was a jumble of confusion and desire. The crowd cheered as the band took their bows, and you clapped along with them, but your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

As the lights came up and the crowd began to disperse, you made your way backstage, where Jensen had asked you to meet him after the show. Your heart pounded with each step, unsure of what you would say or how you would act around him now.

When you finally found him, he was toweling off, his shirt now soaked with sweat, his hair messy in the most attractive way possible. He looked up and grinned when he saw you, the easy-going, charming Jensen you knew so well.

“So, what did you think?” he asked, his voice still slightly husky from the performance.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat. How could you possibly sum up what you were feeling? The attraction, the confusion, the sudden, overwhelming need to be close to him?

“It was… incredible,” you managed to say, hoping he couldn’t hear the tremor in your voice.

Jensen stepped closer, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat. It was intoxicating, sending another wave of heat through you. “You sure about that? You look a little… distracted.”

There was a teasing edge to his voice, but his eyes were serious, searching yours as if trying to read your thoughts.

“I’m just—” You hesitated, then took a deep breath, deciding to be honest. “You were amazing, Jensen. I didn’t expect… that.”

His smile widened, and there was something in his expression that made your stomach flip. “I’m glad you liked it. I was hoping you would.”

There it was again—that look. The one that made your pulse quicken and your thoughts spiral. You had seen him flirt before, had even been on the receiving end of it a few times, but this felt different. More intimate. More real.

He stepped even closer, and suddenly, the space between you felt charged with something electric. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the urge to reach out and touch him was almost overwhelming.

“Jensen…” you started, your voice softer than you intended.

He didn’t say anything, just waited, his eyes locked on yours, patient but expectant. As if he knew there was more you wanted to say, more you wanted to do, but was giving you the space to make the next move.

You swallowed hard, your mind a chaotic mix of emotions. Was this just physical attraction, heightened by the adrenaline of the performance? Or was it something more? Something you had been blind to until now?

You didn’t know. All you knew was that the sight of him—sweaty, breathless, and so incredibly close—was driving you crazy. You'd only ever dated rockstars never actors, you'd made him clear in the beginning. Was this him making it clear he can be both? No that is ridiculous.

Yet without thinking, you took a step forward, closing the gap between you. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and the sensation made your skin tingle. Your hand reached out, almost of its own accord, and you placed it on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm.

He sucked in a breath at your touch, and you looked up at him, seeing the same desire reflected in his eyes.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in the faintest of kisses. It was tentative, testing the waters, but the spark it ignited was undeniable.

Jensen responded immediately, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss. It was everything you hadn’t realized you wanted—intense, consuming, and filled with a passion that took your breath away.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other. You searched his eyes, looking for answers, for reassurance, for something that would help you make sense of the storm inside you.

But all you saw was him—Jensen, your friend, your… something more.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

His words sent a jolt of realization through you, and suddenly, everything clicked into place. The reason you couldn’t look away from him tonight, the reason your body felt like it was on fire, the reason you were standing here now, in his arms.

It wasn’t just lust. It was something more. Something you had been too afraid to acknowledge.

Until now.

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[noahsmuse]

second chance?

✮ PAIRING: noah sebastian x reader

✮ REQUEST: “Can I request a second chance romance one shot? Like in 2020 - 2021 the reader and Noah were dating and they break up for [insert reason] but they run into each other at the BMTH concert in 2024 or something and one thing leads to another suddenly they you know, hooked up and Noah doesn't want it to be a one night stand with her soooooo you can go from there.”

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everything seemed picture perfect between you two. the makeshift dates and the candle-lit dinners that would be hosted in his dining room with dinner that you both made, and just when you thought that the pair of you were full from dinner he was usually still hungry….but for something else (you). in a world of what seemed to be chaos, you found solace within each other.

until, the time came that heavy pandemic restrictions were slowly being lifted and Bad Omens was scheduled their first tour back to be openers for In This Moment and Ice Nine Kills. going from seeing noah almost every single day to barely hearing from him was a very intense switch that put a strain on your relationship since communication was such a huge trait for the two of you.

knowing this would probably only get worse as they’re gonna get busier and continue going on tour. even though you two loved each other to the ends of the earth, when he came back you both made the decision to break up but still remain friends to avoid any heartbreak or miscommunication.

this brings us back to present day, it’s been three years since you’ve broken up with noah. you both talk occasionally and send the usual happy holidays and birthday messages but haven’t actually seen each other face to face since the break up.

one day you hear your phone going off like CRAZY, you managed to find out that one of your girlfriends was able to get pit tickets for a Bring Me The Horizon concert happening in your city. prior to these messages from your friends, you had zero idea they were coming to your town and who would be with them, but decided why not go and have some fun!!!

the day that you and your friends have been so estatic about finally comes around, you’re all dressed to the nines, wearing your sexiest but comfortable attire that perfectly matches the mood for the concert. since the adrenaline is pumping throughout your friend groups veins, all of you decide to make it to the venue just early enough to secure the merch that you’ve had your eye on and your spots for barricade.

after waiting for a few hours, the doors of the venue open and everyone runs while holding each others hands to make it right in the center of barricade with a perfect view of the stage.

around an hour goes by, you still have no idea who the openers will be until the crew of the band lowers down a tapestry with a name that sounds very familiar to you….’Bad Omens’, and that’s when it clicks in your head that your ex boyfriend’s band is an opener for the tour. obviously you don’t wanna seem like an obsessive person to him but you’re literally sitting front row, right in the center, so there’s definitely no way that you could hide.

as soon as you start trying to think up of a plan to make sure noah doesn’t see you in the crowd, the lights abruptly go dark and small vibrations rumble through the ground of the arena with jolly, one of noah’s best friends and roommates comes out right in front of you playing the riffs of a song that you learn is called artificial suicide from their newest album (one that you also learn you were the muse for a couple of songs on the record), ‘The Death Of Peace Of Mind.’

even though you didn’t really know the words to their newer work since you’ve only really heard the demos and songs from the band’s first two records, you can help but feel proud for how far they’ve come knowing that noah had expressed some doubts for the record with you during your time together.

while watching the show, you constantly had a feeling that you were being watched…but when you looked up at the stage, you found the front-man of the band gazing off in your direction.

nothing really happened between you two when they were performed besides noah staring at you while singing a couple of songs which you presumed were about you. the rest of the show goes on, you and your friends have the time of your lives screaming your favorite songs on the top of your lungs. when the show was over just as you were about to leave ash, noah’s trainer and bad omens new security caught your attention saying they’d like to invite you backstage so you decide why, not ! after all you and noah are still friends even though he was the only love you regret breaking things off with.

ash guides you in the direction of the Omens’ green room when you notice someone standing in the distance. as you both get closer to the room, you soon realize that this person is actually just noah who asked ash to bring you backstage so the two of you could “catch up.”

which led to noah bringing you back to his hotel room and ending up laying beneath you, fiercely rolling your hips against his with some help provided by him thrusting into you. moans and grunts spill from you guys’ lips, getting closer and closer to your release….right when you grind on his dick hitting your sweet spot perfectly, feeling pure ecstasy wash over the both of you as he holds your hips down so he can fill up your pussy with his cum.

just as noah wakes up in the morning, he remembers everything that happened last night. looking down at you still asleep with the sun peaking through the blinds and shining on your gorgeous face is when the realization hits him…he can’t let you go again.

meanwhile, you just woke up, not really remembering where you were or what happened but when you looked down to see you wearing one of noah’s shirts and then back up to see his smiling handsome face. which brings back all the memories from a few years ago, it felt like nothing changed…”we should talk” breaks you away from your thoughts (aka, regrets for even breaking up with him)…

the conversation ended with you two walking out into the lobby of the hotel they were staying in, holding noah’s hand with the biggest, lovesick smiles on your faces to hear someone yell “FINALLY!” in the distance. (it was a combination of jolly and matt who were celebrating seeing you two together)

[orchidniins]

anything for arthur hill 😭😭 maybe with a musician partner? no pressure take your time!! <3

Heartstrings | Arthur Hill

Summary: Y/N is a musician on her first solo tour. All she wanted was her boyfriend to be there to support her, but conflicting schedules might make for a bittersweet reunion. Pairings: Arthur Hill x Musician! afab!Reader Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut Word Count: 6.8k A/N: Thanks anon for the request! There needs to be more on tumblr for our talented king!!! This fic took a very different turn than what I had intended it to have. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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Surrounded by the buzzing energy backstage, you stand in a dimly lit corridor. Staff scurry around, with headsets and clipboards, finalizing last-minute details, the hum of voices and hurried footsteps echoing off the walls. Amidst all the organized chaos, the only thing you can hear is the pounding of your heart and the muffled thump of the bass from the stage. As always, a flurry of excited nerves bubble in your stomach right before your cue.

You exhale deeply in an attempt to calm your nerves as your makeup artist puts the finishing touches on your makeup, ensuring it's flawless and accentuates your features perfectly. Simultaneously, your stylist adjusts your top from behind, the outfit meticulously chosen to embody the concept of your album.

Tonight marked the final show of your first solo tour, a moment that once felt like an unattainable dream. And you had relished every moment of the past two months on the road. From the electric energy of the stage to the bone-deep exhaustion of late nights and early mornings, and you loved every single second of it. Yet, amidst the overwhelming excitement, a different emotion began to surface—a subtle pang of disappointment that tugged at your heart.

You made your way toward the stage entrance, still out of view of the audience. Their murmured conversations intertwined with the ambient music playing in the venue. With just ten minutes until your set time, you peered into the crowd, scanning the sea of faces and you searched for one person in particular: your boyfriend, Arthur.

Arthur had been one of your biggest supporters since long before you two became a couple. Being a musician himself, he understood and empathized with all that you had gone through to get where you are today: the late nights, the hours of hard work, the busy schedules, and the stress and fears that came with all of it. When you had broke the news of your first solo tour, he was easily the happiest person in the room.

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The pair of you were cozied up on the couch in your apartment, your legs draped over his lap as you snuggled close, halfway through a movie that you couldn’t even remember anymore when you received a call from your manager.

As you made a move to get up and answer your phone, Arthur’s arm wrapped around you, a playful pout formed on his lips. "No, don't go," he murmured softly, his hand tightened on your thigh to keep you in place. 

“I’ll be right back…it’s just, it could be important,” you said softly, offering him a gentle smile before planting a tender kiss on his nose. "Just give me a minute," you reassured him, feeling his grip on you loosen as he gave you a small nod. With a resigned sigh, you peeled yourself out of his comforting embrace, slipping away to take the call. 

You paced around the living room, absorbed in conversation with your manager, while Arthur rested his chin on the back of the sofa. His gaze followed you intently, furrowing his eyebrows in an attempt to decipher the conversation from your expressions and strings of “okays” and “uh-huhs”. After a few minutes, you ended your call, spinning on your heels to face him, disbelief etched on your face.

You pause for a moment, dumbfounded, the words caught in your throat. Arthur looked at you expectantly and finally he broke the silence, "So? Everything ok?"

"I'm going on tour!", you screamed out, your voice filled with excitement as you jumped up and down in sheer joy.

He sprung off the couch, reaching you in an instant with his arms wide open.You jumped into his arms, overwhelmed with pure joy. He wrapped you in a tight embrace, lifting you slightly off the floor in one swift move. His wide smile mirrored yours, reflecting the genuine happiness he felt for you and you felt so lucky to have him by your side, celebrating this moment with you.

Gently, he set you back down on the ground, and as you faced each other, his hands found their place on your waist while yours naturally rested on his forearms. "I knew you were gonna make it big," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

You playfully teased him back, a grin tugging at your lips. "Look who's talking," you quipped, your tone light and teasing.

He lightly chuckled, his lips met yours in a soft and sweet kiss. As he pulled away, a hand caressed your cheek, his gaze filled with pride. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity.

Arthur knew the dedication you poured into your music, especially your most recent album. His acknowledgment of your talent and his unwavering faith in you meant more than words could express. "It was only a matter of time until the whole world saw what I saw," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "How talented you are." Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt overwhelmed by his words.

"Baby, why the tears?" Arthur gently wiped them away, his expression softening as he saw the conflicting emotions in your face.

"I-I don't know what to feel," you whispered, your voice came out shaky, as he wrapped you in another comforting hug. You buried your head into the crook of his neck, and the two of you stood in silence for a moment. “I’m kinda scared babe,” you finally spoke up, your voice barely above a whisper, your vulnerability coming through in the trembling of your words.

You pulled away slightly, your eyes falling to your feet. Arthur, sensing your apprehension, bent down slightly to have a look at your face. "Hey, hey, listen to me," he said gently, his hands lifting your chin to meet his eyes. 

He smiled at you warmly, "I, of all people, know how hard you've worked for this."

"And I know you are going to do great,” he continued, his smile growing wider. "And best believe I'm going to be at every single show to support you. You're going to kill it out there, babe."

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Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the backstage manager's announcement: "Five minutes to go." her voice snaps you back to reality.

The reality was that two months had passed, and Arthur hadn’t been able to make it to a single one of your headline shows. Usually, before either of your shows, you’d atleast video call each other, finding solace in seeing his face and hearing his voice over the phone. But this time, you chose to forgo it, not wanting to set yourself up for disappointment again.

You let go of any hope that he might appear for this one and focus on trying to hyping yourself up instead. 

But you didn't blame Arthur for not being there, he was currently on tour as well. While he had offered to rearrange a few dates to work around yours, you declined the idea instantly, not wanting to inconvenience him or his fans. So in the end, you two recognized that the two of you just had to make it work, and moving around either of your tour dates was impractical.

Most of your show dates overlapped or were in different cities altogether, making it logistically challenging for Arthur to be there at your shows. Despite this, you managed to catch a few of his shows over the past few months, even flying out to Glasgow the week before, only to have him whisked away to another city shortly after. 

He was always extremely apologetic about it, but you couldn't help but feel slightly upset each time. You felt selfish for feeling the way you did; after all, this situation was out of his hands. And dwelling on it only added unnecessary stress. It’s not like it made you love him any less. You were incredibly proud of the success Arthur had garnered and knew how hard he had worked for it. But at the end of the day, you were finding it difficult to shake off the disappointment of him not being able to witness perform live.

So you made a conscious effort to push aside those feelings of disappointment and focus on your performance. You shook out your shoulders and your hands, trying to calm your nerves, trying to get yourself in the right headspace to deliver your finale show. Then, once both your tours ended, you looked forward to having your boyfriend's undivided attention once again.

As you finally step onto stage, highlighted under the spotlight, you are welcomed by the roar of the crowd. You let the booming sounds drown out whatever you were feeling previously and you felt the nerves melt away as you started to sing your music. You pour all you have into your set, feeding off of the electric energy of the crowd. 

As your final song begins to fade into the air, you take a moment to catch your breath, taking a little bow. "Thank you London!" you scream, your voice ringing with sincerity. "You have been amazing tonight. I love you all so much!" Tears well up in your eyes as you bid your final goodbyes to the cheering crowd. With a final wave, you make your exit from the stage, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

As you pull out your ear monitor and hand it, along with your mic, to one of the staff members, they swiftly assist you in removing your mic pack. You take a moment to express your gratitude to them and exchange thanks with everyone who passes by at that moment. Left alone for just about a minute, you take a deep breath, allowing yourself to calm down and soak in the moment. A sense of accomplishment washed over you, disbelief as you realized that you had just completed your first headline tour. 

Amidst the bustling backstage atmosphere of people packing up, your manager approaches you, enveloping you in a warm hug. "You were absolutely incredible out there," she says, her voice filled with pride. 

"Thank you so much," you reply gratefully. "I couldn't have done any of this without you." 

As she pulls away, she mentions with a warm smile, "Nonsense, you worked so incredibly hard for this."

You flash her a smile, as she continues, "I've got to head out soon, tuck my kid into bed. You’ll be okay if I leave first?”

You nod understandingly, "Of course. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I’ve got your assistant to keep me company."

She smiles appreciatively, giving you a final hug before bidding you farewell, "Take care, and go celebrate with the band tonight! Use the company card!"

As she heads off, you chuckle at her parting words. Her assistant approaches, congratulating you, "Great show, Y/N. You absolutely killed it out there."

You exchange a hug with him, expressing your gratitude. He then hands you a towel and a bottle of water.

You take the bottle from him with a small smile, engaging in light conversation as you sip on it. As you hand back the half-empty bottle, your gaze catches a familiar head of messy hair entering the backstage area through the stage exit.

Your heart skips a beat as you realize it's Arthur, standing there with a proud smile on his face. It feels almost surreal seeing him at one of your shows in the flesh. You couldn't believe it. Having given up hopes of seeing him at your show, the moment felt too good to be true, as if you're caught in a dream. Especially considering he had his own show tonight as well, the fact that he'd made it felt nothing short of a miracle.

You are pulled out of your thoughts when you hear someone clearing their throat. You look back to your manager's assistant, who shifts awkwardly before speaking up. "Well, I'm gonna go be someplace else," he says, his tone a tad awkward. 

"Yeah, sure," you respond quickly, offering a polite smile. "Just call me if you need anything," he adds hurriedly. "I have some things to wrap up." You nod in acknowledgment and offer a quick thanks as he swiftly exits the backstage area.

Now that the two of you were alone, Arthur walks up to you. Despite feeling happy to see him, you couldn't shake off the lingering sense of disappointment. All you wanted was for him to be there, to watch you perform, and the frustration of his absence during your shows still weighed heavily on you. And your facial expression reflected how you were feeling. When he finally reaches you, you make no effort to move.

Arthur had always been able to read you like an open book, and he had noticed the slightly annoyed, tight-lipped expression on your face. Rather than trying to coax you into a better mood with words, he instead pulls you into an embrace. Despite your attempt to appear upset, your body betrays you as your arms instinctively wrap around him, drawing him closer. As he holds you, you can't help but melt into his touch, your tummy doing a little flip as you take in his familiar scent. His presence has a calming effect, momentarily pushing aside the frustration you were feeling just moments ago.

You feel him smile against your hair as he feels you wrap your arms around him tighter. "Hey, you," he murmurs softly against your hair, exuding sweetness. Despite feeling comforted by his presence, you still feel slightly conflicted."Hi," you mutter, your voice coming out quieter than usual.

He then pulls away, his hands gently cupping your face as he looks into your eyes before he leans in, engulfing your lips in a soft kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours elicits a response, kissing him back, but Arthur can sense that something is amiss. "I thought you'd be happier to see me," he says, flashing you his cute heart-melting smile. You try to put on a brave face, reminding yourself to be happy now that he was finally here. "No, I'm excited to see you," you insist, placing both your hands on his chest, though your voice lacks its usual enthusiasm.

You try to force a smile, but then a realization flashes across your features. With a cocked eyebrow, you ask, "Didn't you have a show today? When did you get here?" You attempt to steer the conversation away from you. With a gentle smile, he says "I left as soon as my show ended. I caught the end of your show. You were amazing." He adds, "You did so well out there." You muster a faint, "Oh, thank you, babe," but your smile falls short of its usual brightness. Arthur lets out a sigh as he grows more concerned by the shift in your demeanor.

Arthur's expression turns serious. "Hey, what happened, baby? Tell me what's wrong," he urges gently. You hesitate for a moment before responding, "Nothing, I'm fine." He gives you a skeptical look, and you quickly add, "Seriously, I'm fine," trying to brush it off. Deep down, you feel the urge to cry, and the last thing you wanted right now was for Arthur to see you in tears.

Just then, you hear a mix of voices coming from the stage, and Arthur takes a step back from you, turning to face the direction of the noise. You see the band finally making it backstage after packing up their instruments. One of the band members waves to you as they walk by and calls out, "Hey Y/N, you coming with us for a drink?" Sniffling, you quickly wipe your eyes, determined to rid them of any tears that may threaten to spill. Gathering yourself, you reply, "Yeah, just give me a few minutes. I need to change. I'll be right there with you lot." They nod quickly before heading off to their green rooms.

You turn back to Arthur, who was still eyeing you with a concerned expression and furrowed eyebrows. "Talk to me, Y/N," he says, his hands grabbing yours, his thumbs running comfortingly over your hands. Part of you wanted to break down and tell Arthur everything, how you've hated not having him here, how upset you've been. But you know that if he sees you like this, he would feel absolutely horrible and blame everything on himself.

Swallowing hard, you remove your hands from his and respond softly, "Nothing, I'm just tired." Arthur's concern deepens, and he suggests, "Okay, then let's get you back home. I don't have to leave until the morning anyways." 

You quickly interject, "No, it's fine. I think I should go out with the band for a bit. They've worked so hard, I should celebrate with them. I won't be out long." By the look of his face you knew that he wasn't buying it, so you continued, "I'll just go change real quick, and then we'll go out. I think we both deserve a bit of a night out, yeah?" He nods with a smile, and you tell him to wait as you head off toward your dressing room, hoping to compose yourself in private.

You quickly enter your dressing room and shut the door behind you, just wanting a moment to yourself. Taking a deep breath, you stand in front of the mirror, trying to compose yourself. You look at yourself, trying to push away the feelings of frustration and letdown that were bubbling up to the surface again. You remind yourself to be okay, not wanting to start a petty fight with Arthur over something so trivial. With your tour now over you were now happy to have the time to support him. 

But, before you could stop them, tears start rolling down your face, tracing hot paths down your cheeks, smearing some of your mascara in the process. "Pull yourself together," you whisper to your reflection, your voice trembling slightly. You grab a makeup wipe from the packet on the dressing table and attempt to wipe away the tears and clean up some of the smudged makeup under your eyes, but the tears don’t stop coming. You try to calm yourself down again, but in that moment, you break down. Finally crying freely as you let your head hang and your hands coming up to cover your face, releasing the pent-up frustration that had been building over the past 2 months.

You didn’t realize that your sobs were now audible through the door until you heard a soft knock. Arthur's voice, laced with concern, seeps through the crack. "Baby, are you okay?" he asks gently. "Please open the door. Tell me what happened."

You hesitate, feeling torn between wanting to let him in and not wanting him to see you like this, afraid that your reasons might upset him as well. As you glance at the door, you hurriedly wipe your tears, attempting to regain your composure. "Everything's fine," you manage to choke out, your voice trembling slightly, "Just give me a few minutes."

Arthur's voice gets slightly louder, "Y/N, don't lie to me, please," he pleads. "I need to see that you're okay. Please just open the door, baby."

You feel a pang of guilt at his words, knowing that he genuinely cared about your well-being. Despite your reluctance, you can't bear to keep him waiting outside. Taking a deep breath, you walk over to the door and unlock it, allowing Arthur to step inside.

He instantly pulls you into another hug, drawing you close to his chest. His arms envelop you, trying to comfort you. One of his hands moves to the back of your head, gently stroking your hair soothingly as you lightly sob into his shirt. You stay there for a moment. 

Sensing your sobs beginning to subside, he gently attempts to pull away, intending to get a better look at your face. "Come on, baby, let me see you," he whispers softly. You shake your head softly, not wanting him to see your tear-streaked face, and snuggle even closer to him. He lets you stay nestled against him, resting his chin on your head and pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" he asks very softly, trying to be patient with you. He knew that when you got like this, trying to force you to talk was never the answer. He understood that if you felt pressured, you would only shut down further.

You slowly shake your head, not knowing how to even start that conversation. He mutters, "Are you sure?" and you reply with a hesitant nod, "Yes, I'm fine." Though he doesn't believe you, he lets you stay in his arms for a little while longer, sensing your reluctance to open up. After a while, he continues, "Come on, baby, let it out. You know you’ll feel better if you just talk about it." He strokes your hair soothingly, encouraging you to share your feelings.

He says softly, "We can stay like this for as long as you want, but eventually, you're gonna have to come up for air." You chuckle slightly, feeling a bit lighter after releasing all the built-up emotions. With a deep breath, you pull away from his embrace, looking up at him with puffy eyes, smeared eye makeup and tear stained cheeks. Though you'd stopped crying, looking at the tender loving look in his eyes makes tears well up in your eyes again.

He lightly cups your face, wiping away at your tears. You nod, signaling that you are about to speak. Despite the concern in his eyes, he gives you a reassuring smile, silently encouraging you to go on. 

"Okay, yeah…," you begin, your voice trembling slightly. You pause, trying to gather your thoughts before continuing, "Arthur, it's just that... Okay, now, whatever I'm about to say, you shouldn't get upset by it, alright? I’m probably just making a big deal out of nothing," His worry deepens, his brows furrowing. "Baby, just tell me. You're scaring me now," he urges softly. 

Softly chuckling, you reassure him, "It's nothing like that," as you gently guide his hands away from your face, holding onto his forearms. You finally say, "Arthur, it's just... it hasn't been the easiest not having you here," your voice shaky with emotion. "I know we’ve talked about it before, and I know I’ve repeatedly said that I’m okay with you not being here all the time and that I understand most of the time you just couldn't physically be here." Tears begin to well up in your eyes again as you continue, "But, when I imagined this whole tour thing in my head, I just imagined you at all my shows, and being able to celebrate with you backstage afterwards." You wipe away at your face, trying to compose yourself, and add, "You know what? It's stupid, just forget about it," before glancing down, feeling a lump form in your throat.

Arthur's expression softens as he listens intently to your words. "I'm sorry, Y/N" he begins, but you quickly interrupt, insisting, "You have nothing to be sorry for." Your head is still down, but he gently lifts your chin, meeting your gaze. "No, I should," he says softly, his eyes reflecting remorse. "I should have been more understanding. I absolutely loved having you supporting me at my shows, and I was just so happy whenever you were there. I am a dense idiot for not realizing that you would, of course, want the same thing. I should have tried harder to be here." He pauses, his voice filled with sincerity, "And I'm sorry for that."

"Arthur," you start saying, but he interrupts you, his voice tinged with remorse, "Even if I wasn't able to actually be here for you, I should have checked in more often with you... I feel like such a shitty boyfriend."

You quickly interject, "Hey, no! Honestly, I've been fine mostly. It's just that seeing you here today just brought everything out, that's all. I'll be okay in a bit," you assure him with a small smile.

"You don’t have to hide your feelings from me, or hide your tears. I love you and your emotional ass, so tell me everything, okay? Especially when I’ve done something to upset you, no matter how small you think it is. I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t tell me something. And I promise you, I will never get mad at you," he reassures you, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm here for you, always."

You look at him, at a loss for words, and he simply pulls you into a tight embrace. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as his encircle your waist. "I love you so much, baby," he whispers softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "And I’m so proud of everything you've achieved. You're not selfish at all for wanting me here. I’m the selfish one for not being here," he admits, his voice filled with remorse. "I promise I’ll be better in the future," he reassures you, holding you close.

You exhale deeply, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. Meeting his gaze again, your foreheads gently touching, "Just having you here now means everything to me." Your voice is filled with sincerity and gratitude. "I love you too, Arthur," you whisper. As you finally manage to muster a genuine smile, he returns it warmly. "There's that smile I love so much," he remarks, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your mouth. You can't help but let out a small giggle in response.

Feeling a lot better now, you glance at his white T-shirt and let out a little laugh. "Sorry about your shirt," you say, noticing the makeup smudges and wet tear spots on it. He chuckles in response, "No, it's fine, it adds character." Then he teases, “You know, if I sell this shirt on eBay, I can make a ton of money from it. It'll be an authentic Y/N creation." You giggle, playfully rolling your eyes and lightly swatting at his chest.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious about your appearance, you mutter, "God, I must look like such a mess right now," as you wipe at your cheeks. With a sigh, you pull away from him and walk slowly back to the dressing table. Grabbing another wipe, you clean up your messy face, taking off the remaining makeup as well.

Arthur follows you, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you in the mirror. "Never," he murmurs softly, "you are the most beautiful woman I know, even when you cry." His words make you chuckle a little, scoffing lightly, and you see him smile with warm eyes. 

He moves your hair aside, pressing a tender kiss to the exposed skin on your shoulder. "You always look perfect to me," he adds, "And besides, you looked like an absolute angel on stage today," he compliments, his eyes filled with admiration as he gazes at you in the mirror. You can't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through you. One of your hands comes up to rest on his, your head leaning against his. In that moment, all felt right again in the world, just the two of you together.

Once you're done wiping your makeup off, you turn in his arms to face him, leaning against the edge of the table. He looks at you with a tender smile, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. You take a moment to admire his handsome features, your hand gently caressing his face, tracing the lines of his smile with your thumb. As you smile back at him, you notice the slight dark circles forming under his eyes.

"Did you manage any sleep at all today?" you ask, your voice laced with concern, your fingers lightly tracing his cheek. A slight frown forms on your lips as you await his response. He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "No, I'm just running on adrenaline," he admits with a tired smile.

You nod sympathetically, understanding the toll a busy schedule can take. "How did your show go by the way?" you ask, your voice filled with genuine interest as you gaze at him intently. He starts detailing the performance, his eyes aglow with excitement.

You listen attentively, captivated by his every word. As he talks, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and joy for him, your expression mirroring his enthusiasm. "You really are amazing, Arthur," you compliment him with a warm smile. He responds with a playful scoff, "Oh please, stop it," earning a laugh from the both of you.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asks, gently tucking your hair behind your ears. You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. “I’m sorry that I absolutely freaked out on you” you say, feeling slightly guilty but he quickly dismisses it, "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about."

"I mean, I was expecting you to run up and jump into my arms, but maybe next time." he says playfully. "Well, go stand over there. Give me some space for a run-up,” you suggest, playing along. Chuckling, he shakes his head, his hands gently resting on your waist. "No," he replies with a grin. You lean in and plant a soft peck on his cheek, returning his smile.

"But seriously, if you ever feel like this again, about anything, just talk to me, okay?" You nod in agreement, feeling incredibly grateful to have such a supportive boyfriend. "I promise," you assure him, squeezing his hand gently.

Arthur wraps his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you closer as he gently strokes the exposed skin on your back, a playful smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. Your hand instinctively moves up to his chest, a tingle spreading down your spine at the warmth of his touch. "You know," he murmurs softly, "I missed you." You respond with a giggle, teasingly saying, "Aw, Arthur, I missed you too." He leans in to kiss you, but you tilt your face away at the last minute, laughing as he ends up planting a kiss on your cheek instead.

"Well, If you missed me so much, then you should have come to more than just this show…. I mean I’ve been to pretty much every other one of yours," you jokingly tell him, a playful twinkle in your eye as you reach up to place a kiss on his jaw. He feigns hurt, "Oh, way to kick a guy when he's down babe."

“Hey, it's not like you’re completely forgiven,” you tease, a mischievous glint in your eyes. He pouts slightly, "You're right, I’ll make it up to you somehow." he says with a little wink, leaning in closer. His warm breath tickles your skin, sending shivers down your spine as his lips inch closer to yours. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as he places his hands on the table, trapping you between his body and the table. "In fact," he adds, "I can start right away if you want."

Without another word, his hand moves to the back of your neck, closing the distance between you two. His lips meet yours in a tender kiss, and as the intensity of the moment grows, you melt into his embrace, lost in the sensation of his lips against yours. He deepens the kiss, his grip tightening at your waist, digging into the exposed flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Your hand begins to move from his chest and slowly makes its way towards his pants, your fingertips lightly grazing the fabric over his crotch, but Arthur gently redirects your hand, placing it next to you on the table.

You pull away from your kiss, gasping for breath, confusion evident in your eyes as you gaze into his deep brown ones. Arthur lightly shakes his head, a small laugh escaping his lips. "It's all about you today, baby" he whispers softly against your lips. You visibly swallow, and it wasn’t long before his lips trail away from yours, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. A breathy moan escapes your lips as you feel the press of his lips against your skin, your skin feeling hot under their touch.

You feel him smirking against your neck before he cups you below your ass, effortlessly lifting you up off your feet. You couldn't help but giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carries you over to the couch, gently placing you down. 

You shuffle back slightly until your back touches the armrest, making room for him to join you. He places his between your legs as he leans in, capturing your lips in another deep kiss. "Think I could help you out of these clothes, baby?" he murmurs against your lips, his hand finding its place on your hip, “I'm sure they're very uncomfortable.” 

You laugh in response, placing a hand on his chest and gently pushing him back, eyeing him playfully. "You first," you tease, a smirk dancing on your lips as you nod towards him, “Go on.”

Arthur stands up, wasting no time in taking off his clothes until he's left only in his boxers as you eye him up and down taking in the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you. He’s quick to come and help you with yours, reaching for the waistband of your pants, along with your panties and sliding them off, his hands tracing over your thighs. 

As he moves to remove your top, you wince, causing him to freeze in concern. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asks, his brow furrowing with worry as he searches your face for any signs of discomfort. You can't help but laugh at his reaction. "No, no," you reassure him, shaking your head. "I just forgot I had fashion tape on to keep my top in place."

He asks again, his voice filled with concern, "Are you sure you're fine?" You nod, "Yes, Arthur, I'm fine." With a seductive smile, you pull him closer by his shoulder, your eyes dark with lust. "Now come here," you whisper, "I forgot how much I enjoyed seeing you without your shirt on."

He chuckles, as you run your hand over his chest, tracing your fingers along his tattoos. He dips his body down to kiss the skin above your breasts, tenderly placing kisses on the red marks left behind by the tape. Moving lower, he takes one of your tits into his mouth, his lips wrapping around your hard nipple while his hand caresses your other breast. A moan escapes your lips at the sensation of his tongue, and your hands instinctively move to his hair, gently tugging as he groans in response.

He trails kisses down your body, each touch sending a sensation of electricity through you. You revel in the softness of his lips as he moves lower, his kisses tracing a tantalizing path over your skin. He works his way down to reach your inner thighs, gripping one of your thighs firmly, he carefully maneuvers it over his shoulder. His kisses grow more urgent as he inches closer to your needy core. Your skin tingles under his lips, the wetness between your thighs increasing with each teasing kiss.

His fingers dip into your folds, collecting your wetness, "You're already so wet for me, baby," he murmurs in a low voice, his voice thick with desire. You stifle a moan at his words, your breath catching at the look of lust in his eyes. "Fuck, Arthur," you breathe out, your voice laced with need, as he attaches his lips to your clit. His tongue explores your wet folds with a slow, gentle pace, driving you wild.

He starts sucking a little harder, eliciting a loud moan from you, and you feel him groan against your clit, the vibrations of his voice sending waves of pleasure through you. Your moans and groans only make Arthur increase his pace, and you shut your eyes, throwing your head back. The sensation of his finger dipping into you makes you gasp. You manage to open your eyes, finding him looking back at you with hooded eyes, the intensity in his gaze sending your heart into a frenzy.

You knew that Arthur was good with his mouth, but he never failed to surprise you each time, and you could feel yourself edging closer to your high. He continues to suck and stroke your clit until you finally feel your orgasm bubble up to the surface. You scream out his name as you reach your peak, your body trembling with pleasure, cumming into his mouth. 

He cleans you up with his mouth as best he can before he pulls back, placing your leg back on the sofa. He supports his weight by placing his hands on either side of you, attaching his lips to your neck.

"I'm not done with you yet," he whispers against your neck, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes up at you. "You think you still have it in you for one more?" Your brain is still clouded from your recent high and you struggle to form coherent words, just nodding in response.

Arthur lets out a low, throaty laugh before crashing his lips against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He starts to take off his boxers, kicking them to the side and settles in between your legs, the heat of his body pressing against yours.

After a bit, he reluctantly pulls away from you, your lips chasing his as he makes his way to where he had flung his jeans. Rummaging through them, he finds his wallet, pulling out a foil packet. He quickly rips it open and slides it onto his already hard length before swiftly returning to you.

He slowly grabs your thighs, spreading them wider as he positions himself between them. He gives you a kiss on your jaw before he lines himself up, before he finally thrusts into you. “You ok baby?” he asks. You groan in response, managing to mumble out a breathy, "Yes, Arthur... fuck," reveling in the sensation of him filling you up. The pleasure evident on Arthur's face drives you wild, causing you to melt into the couch beneath you.

Arthur grabs your waist as he quickens his pace and his mouth finds its way to your chest again.

The sensation of his hands on your skin, his mouth on your chest, and feeling him deep inside you becomes almost overwhelming and you grip onto his biceps, your nails digging into his skin.

“God, Y/N, I love you so much,” he murmurs, his words sending your heart soaring, but the intensity of the moment consumes you. The pleasure courses through your body and you feel your orgasm approaching much quicker than before. You moan and arch into him, desperate for release.

Almost as if Arthur read your mind, he breathes out, "I’m so close, baby." You respond, your voice barely above a whisper, "Me too." He furrows his eyebrows, trying to hold on longer, wanting to make the moment last, but it becomes increasingly difficult when you're a gorgeous, moaning mess under him.

He feels your walls clench around his shaft as your orgasm washes over you, and you moan his name aloud. Arthur lets a groan before he spills inside of you with one last thrust. Collapsing on top of you, both of you slightly sweaty, he rests his forehead gently on yours as you both pant against each other.

Once you both get your breathing leveled out, you look at him, feeling his hand come up to softly caress your cheek. "Am I forgiven now?" he laughs as he asks you. You smile back at him, "I think I might consider it now," you reply, laughing softly. 

"I love you, Arthur," you say softly, gazing into his eyes. A smile at you, warmth spreading over his handsome features before leaning in to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

As you're about to suggest that the two of you should go get cleaned up, you hear a knock on your door, your head whipping in the direction of the sound. "Hey, are you ready to go? We'll leave in a bit," you hear the voice of your bandmate peer through the closed door.

"Yeah, just us five more minutes, we'll meet you out front," you scream back, and you hear him reply with an "Okay" before his footsteps retreat.

Turning back to your boyfriend, you grin mischievously. "I should get mad at you more often," you tease.

But he looks at you deadpan and says, "No, please don’t,” and you both share a laugh. “I hate it when you're upset with me," he adds with a playful smirk before planting a quick peck on your lips and getting up.

He helps you to your feet and says, “Now let’s go celebrate you, baby,” before the two of you head off to get cleaned up and step out together.

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Midnights od October🍁🧡🎃

October 30th

Dad Noah with his kid on tour

warnings: Noah pictures as a dad

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Midnights of October masterlist

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When Milo isn't old enough for kindergarden you travel with the band as much as you can

Sometimes it's hard, because of the discomfort in the bus or the sleeping schedule and stuff

But it's moments like when Noah is doing soundcheck with Milo on his hip "singing" along with Noah, that are worth it

If Milo is the first baby in the BO group, you can go half a day without seeing him, because everyone is taking turns for babysitting him

Everyone makes him try their thing, like Matt let's him push any buttons he want and then says "He's a natural."

Folio is his biggest fan when he smashes his drumsticks on the big drums, Folio also bought him small set of drums for Christmas

Bryan let's him take pictures with his camera, mostly of you and Noah, and them he prints them out and gives them to you as a present (cute)

But everyone is also very helpful when you need them

For example when Milo doesn't sleep at night, everyone takes turns to play with him or staying up with him so you and Noah can get some sleep

When the show is about to start and everyone is hanging out at the green room Noah spends the last minutes before the show playing with Milo

Then he hands him off to you, gives kiss to both of you and then it's time for 'family hug'

Noah slides his hands around the both of you and you both tickle Milo with your noses which makes him laugh in the cutest way

You and Milo then go and stand either on the side or in the sound booth with Matt

Milo is wearing his custom made big headphones

Doesn't matter how many times Milo sees Noah get on stage he always has the same reaction - clapping hands, screaming and kicking his legs

And you always see Noah's eyes looking for his little fan

You enjoy the whole concert dancing and singing with Milo

You're enjoying it until you hear Milo scream 'fuck' or 'shit' for the first time

When he's at the age of starting to repeat some words, but you don't expect it to be this

At the next show Noah tells the crowd "Lot of things change when you become a parent and I fear our shows will become kid friendly or my son's vocabulary will be made of cuss words only."

After the tour Bryan brings you something that he thought would make a cute memory for your family

It's a picture of you and Milo standing behind the barricade and Noah on the stage looking and waving at you and Milo

Bryan took it from Matt's sound booth so the size of the venue is visible and it's very emotional picture

It shows how big BO became and what they achieved, but also the personal achievement of you little family of three that look at each ither as if nothing or no one else existed at that venue

[sturniolo04]

Let Me Do Your Hair M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Being best friends with the triplets and dating Matt has come with some unforgettable memories which brings you to the best memory you could never forget, going on tour with them. Throughout the whole experience of tour not only have you visited states you haven't been to before but you also shared a new sense of personal satisfaction with the triplets in your guys friendship, the relationship strengthening because you guys literally are sharing a common space on a tour.

This brings you to the last show located in their home town of Boston. You guys are currently at the venue for tonights show running through a dress rehearsal making sure everything is working smoothly before the fans start lining up for small talk and photos. You guys had finally gotten a small break to catch your breath, sitting on the couches that were in the dressing room next to the small talk area.

"baby can i do your hair"

matt softly asks you as you are sitting on the carpeted floor in between his legs in front of the brown leather couch.

"no babe i dont want to redo my hair before small talk"

you whine out because it was true you didn't want to redo the lazy style you put it up in with your basic brown claw clip that perfectly coordinates with the brown and pink fresh love set you ironically borrow from Matt's closet.

"come on please and if you dont like it then you can put this back in"

he persuades you referring to the claw clip you had in your hair. you eventually give and let him do so.

"there is no way you actually let him do your hair and I don't even where he is even going with this style"

nick speaks up as chris subtly agrees with him by nodding his head.

"shut up nick"

matt complains still keeping focus on the task at hand.

"guys stop i trust him"

you giggle responding to him. About 45 minutes matt had finished your hair which was just in time to start heading to your guys designated tables for small talk. You couldn't lie he did a really good job on it *reference*

You guys made your way to your table immediately getting a sneak peek at the line of screaming fans in the aisle lined up.

You guys were about halfway through the fans receiving endless gifts and hugs from everyone and shocking lots of compliments on your hair and how it looked for the show tonight.

'hi oh my goodness your so pretty"

you exclaim with open arms as the next fan makes her way to your table.

"oh my god hi i love you so much"

she exclaims back hugging you and then handing the poster she wanted you to sign.

"oh my i love you more"

you exclaim as you lean over momentarily to sign the poster in front of you.

"are you enjoying everything so far"

you ask trying to make the most of the time in between.

"yes"

she nervously squeaks out.

"thats good"

you trail off standing up and handing her back her poster, smiling at her.

"yeah"

she states.

"come here give me another hug youre too cute"

she reply opening your arms as she gives you another hug.

"your hair looks amazing by the way"

she compliments as she pulls away from you as you lightly giggle.

"thank you well dont tell anyone but matt actually did it"

you chuckle adoring the eye contact the girl was giving you loving that she felt comfortable enough have a normal conversation with you not as a celebrity but as a regular person.

"no way matt"

she giggles along with you as you nod your head.

"yeah well its good to see you enjoy the rest of the night"

you states waving your hand to her as she walks out of the small talk area.

Time Skip

"Okay guys we are going to do a QnA Session"

nick confidently speaks into the microphone as you all are walking around waiting for the first question.

"okay frist question is for matt's girlfriend oh my 'how did matt ask you out'"

chris asks reading the first question off of a slip of paper as everyone focuses their attention on you.

"oh wow um well we knew each other in high school and middle school and he was like Ive known you forever and youre very pretty and-"

you trail off as Matt jaw drops and starts to speak

"i mean look at her"

matt shouts in the mic as you takes your hand twirling you around as the fans start screaming.

"oh my goodness get a room"

nick rolls his eyes.

"but he asked me out after school before cheer practice but yeah"

you sigh out as nick picks up the next question to read off.

"okay then next question for matt's girlfriend again 'who is your favorite out of us three"

nick chuckles out as the crowd starts screaming shouting out different answers.

"oh my god whoever asked this i don't like you"

you squeal out placing your hands on face.

"who you picking"

chris chuckles out.

"i cant pick guys no"

you state looking out into the crowd.

"you dont have to i just made that up"

nick chuckles as you let out a huge sigh of relief.

"oh thank god"

you huff out as you pick up the next question.

"okay um"

you trail off looking at the question first and start to giggle into the mic when you realize what the question read.

"what"

matt asks as he looks at chris and nick in complete confusion.

"okay so the next question is for me and it asks 'who did your hair today it looks really good' "

you read off as the crowd starts screaming as matt's face lights up knowing the answer.

"okay so i didnt do my hair-"

"well first do you guys like her hair tonight"

matt questions the crowd turning his mic away from him as they loudly scream affirming the answer was 'yes'

"well i did it for her"

matt states as the crowd continues to scream.

"what a great boyfriend"

"everybody say 'yeah matt' "

chris jokes out as nick chuckles into the mic as Matt goes over and hugs you and your blushing state. You let matt do your hair more often after that night.

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[munson-blurbs]

Kinkmas Day 5 (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (m! and f! receiving), roleplay, semi-public sex

WC: 1.6k

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

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You are nothing short of determined as you enter the concert venue–determined to capture Eddie Munson’s attention.

You’ve been a Corroded Coffin fan since their days at the Hideout back in Hawkins, Indiana. Now they’re touring the country, gaining popularity with each show they play.

They’re in Indianapolis tonight, for what they’ve affectionately nicknamed “Corroded Christmas,” but it’s really just an excuse for the guys to be near their families during the holidays. It’s also the perfect opportunity for you to finally make a move; you’ve been pining after the lead guitarist and singer since the two of you crossed paths in high school. 

Smoothing down your short pleather skirt and adjusting your fishnet stockings, you sip on a vodka tonic and make your way to your front-row seat. There are dozens of young women chatting excitedly as you all wait for the band to make their way to the stage.

After what seems like an eternity, the four men take their places. Your eyes are immediately drawn to Eddie; he looks delicious in his cropped Metallica tee, jeans slung low around his waist, revealing the happy trail that leads to a part of him you’re dying to taste. The rings on his fingers clang against the neck of his guitar, gripping it tighter as he smiles down at you.

At. You.

“How are we doing, Indianapolis?” Eddie shouts into the mic. His call-out is met with feminine screams and cheers, and he grins at his bandmates cheekily. “I think they’re ready for us, boys.”

You’re swept up in the music for the concert’s entirety, your gaze never leaving Eddie’s. Maybe you’re just imagining it, but you swear he’s singing to you the whole time. You’re not entirely convinced until he grabs the mic stand, practically straddling it, and croons, “This next song is for the sexy little thing in the front row.” He reaches out his hand to you, hoisting you on stage.

Your heart beats wildly as he starts singing in his gravelly voice, eyes glued to you in your skimpy outfit. You’re all-too aware of the way your Corroded Coffin top barely covers your breasts, and you have a feeling that Eddie is, too. He lets his arm snake around your waist, holding you to him as he croons,

Yeah, your body is too much

And I’m beggin’ for a touch

Let your clothes just hit the floor

Nothin’ but skin, still I need more

Curves on fire, can’t resist

Got me pleading for a kiss

Won’t let this moment go to waste

Please, baby, give me just a taste

Eddie lets his hand drop from the small of your back, grazing along your outer thighs as he smirks playfully. “Stick around after the show, okay, Sweetheart?” he murmurs in your ear, away from the microphone so no one else can hear his request.

You nod, still enchanted under his spell as he gently lowers you back onto the floor. While the earlier part of the show flew by, the remaining three songs seem to drag as you wait for the concert to end. They finish their encore, and Eddie nods in your direction as he points to the side of the stage. He whispers something to the security guard, who gives a knowing smile as he lets you pass through.

Eddie’s eyes light up when he sees you walk into his dressing room, kitten heels clicking on the linoleum floor. “Hey there.” He drinks you in with his big brown eyes, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. “Was hoping you’d take me up on that offer.”

You giggle, tucking his hair behind his ear. “I could never turn down an offer from Eddie Munson,” you counter. “Don’t think I can say no to you, ‘f I’m being honest.”

He throws his head back, resting his hand on your ass. “I was gonna give you a tour but, uh, there’s something else I need to do first.” You know exactly what he means; you can feel him underneath you. “D’you mind lending me a hand, baby?”

“I can lend a hand…or a mouth,” you reply coyly, shimmying onto your knees between his muscular thighs. “Been dreaming about doing this to you,” you admit, busying your hands with his signature handcuff belt buckle.

You pull his hard cock out of his boxers as he hisses at your touch. Leaning down, you  lick the length of his shaft, closing your lips and swirling your tongue around the tip. He moans, weaving his thick fingers into your hair and gently pushing your head closer to the thatch of curls at his groin. 

“Mmm, that mouth of yours is fuckin’ dangerous,” he pants, and you use that as an excuse to increase your pace. You cup his balls, playing with them lightly as he lets out another groan. 

“I’m not gonna last if you do that,” he warns, though he doesn’t sound too upset about it. “Swear to God, you give the best head I’ve ever gotten.”

You hum your acknowledgement, and the involuntary buck of his hips leaves you gagging. “Open your throat for me, take all of me, thassit,” he coos, and you do as you’re told. Your tongue traces along the pulsing vein, and you know you’ve found his kryptonite. “Gonna cum down that pretty little throat, fuck, Sweetheart.” He thrusts into you a few more times before you taste his release, hot and sticky. 

You swallow, sticking out your tongue to show him that you took down every last drop, just as he’d asked. He wipes his sweat-slick hands on his pants and grins.

“Now it’s your turn,” Eddie announces, a gleam in his eye. You look at him quizzically, and he just chuckles. “You thought I was just gonna fuck your face and ask you to leave? I’m a gentleman, I’ll have you know.” He stands up, motioning to the chair where he was just sitting. “Your throne, Princess.”

Your eyes widen as he loops his fingers into the holes of your fishnets, pulling on them hungrily until they rip. “They were in the way,” he explains with a shrug. He pushes your skirt up around your waist and tugs your thong down, shoving it in his back pocket. “A little souvenir.”

“Thought you said you were a gentleman,” you chide, shivering as he pecks small kisses onto your inner thighs.

He raises his eyebrows and lifts his head. “I am! I’m a gentleman who needs something to remember you by.” His mouth makes its way to your cunt, first licking at your folds softly, then pushing his tongue deeper until he reaches your clit.

You squirm as he grazes the tender bud, making him laugh into you. “S’needy already, aren’t we?” he teases. “Barely even touched you.”

“J-just really wanted this,” you whimper. 

“Better make it worth your while then, huh?” Eddie pulls a black hair tie from his wrist and fashions his mane into a messy ponytail before diving back between your legs. He sucks on your clit, beaming as you moan his name over and over: Eddie-Eddie-Eddie-Eddie.

“Thas’ right, Sweetheart; let everyone know that Eddie fuckin’ Munson makes you feel this good.” He replaces his lips with his thumb, rubbing you harshly until your legs are twitching around him. His tongue plunges into your wet pussy, nose nudging your most sensitive spot, and your eyes roll back with pleasure.

“Eddie, keep going, please don’t stop,” you beg, craving the overstimulation. He’s eating you out like it’s his last meal, licking and sucking noisily. “Jus’ like the song,” he mumbles, “needed a taste f’you, baby.”

Your mind is drawn back to your moment together on stage, being serenaded by your high-school-turned-celebrity crush. The way he looked at you as if he couldn’t ever get enough, like you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. 

He’s pressing his strong hands into your hips, holding you down while you ride out your orgasm. “‘M coming,” you cry out shakily, overwhelmed by his touch. “Coming for you, Eddie, all because of you.” You reach your peak with a breathy moan, and he slows his pace to bring you back down.

You bite your lower lip as you watch him stand up and wipe his mouth, slick with your pleasure. “That was so hot,” you murmur as he swoops down to kiss your lips. You’re still high on the adrenaline of it all.

“D’you think I could take my favorite groupie out for a drink?” he asks, smiling sweetly as he cradles your cheek in his hand.

“I dunno,” you tease, “my fiancé might not approve.” You reach into your skirt pocket and pull out the diamond engagement ring, sliding it onto your finger. You’d felt naked without it the whole night.

Eddie laughs out loud. “Let me check with him.” He taps his chin as though he’s thinking about it. “Yeah, he says it’s fine.”

It’s your turn to giggle at his lame joke. “Well, then, I’d love to.” You slip your hand into his as the two of you walk from the venue to the limo waiting for him outside.

He rests his head on your shoulder as the driver pulls into the road. “I love you, baby,” he whispers into your neck. “Perfect girl for me. Next time, I’m gonna be the one to surprise you at work. We can play doctor and patient…love seeing you in that little lab coat.”

You kiss the top of his head and snuggle into him. “I love you, too, Eddie,” you tell him. “But if you interrupt me in the middle of surgery, you’re going to actually need a doctor.”

“Noted,” he chuckles. “Then maybe you can just bring the lab coat home? With nothing underneath?”

You smile, noticing the bulge forming in his pants. “I think I can manage that.”

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[the-phantom-author]

Wilbur Soot | Dadbur

Dadbur, dadbur, dadbur

These took like four days, and keeps getting deleted so there's more but I can't bring myself to rewrite them. Enjoy.

@starsyoubreaklikesugardust

As stated before, Wilbur could not hack being there during the actual birth, he is very supportive of you having whoever in there with you. You can bet that he is all in his head full of worry until he see the both of you. When he does he is in tears, like his two favorite girls are right there, healthy and okay.

He wants his daughter to be sleeping in your room for as long as possible, the crib is on his side of the bed, easy access for him when she wakes up in the middle of night. He does this because A) he’s worried something will happen in the middle of the night, and wants to be able to get to her as fast as possible and B) He wants to do everything for her as he can, the first couple of months are hard, both because a newborn is a lot and you’re still healing and trying to feel like a normal human person again.

He wants to keep his baby bubble as long as possible, he’s just in love with the sight of you and your baby, his baby, and he has this selfish desire to preserve that sight and feeling for himself (“No Tommy you can not come over-”). The moment that you suggest letting some people over he’s inviting everyone he knows. He loves to show off his little family, to anyone really, still doesn't love posting about it online (Wil and his weird sense of privacy).

GIrl scout dad (does the uk have girl scouts???). The most competitive person with it as well, he’s Planting trees? Science Projects? He’s doing it all.

He loves telling people stories about his daughter, If he’s waiting in line at the store, meeting a fan, or in an interview. He really can not help himself in interviews. “Yeah, with the new album we actually had my kid be the first person to listen to them, she loves them all.”Sometimes its just talking about arts and crafts that they’ve done recently.

He adores doing her hair, he’s really bad at it, but he loves that quality time. It becomes the main reason why he becomes a morning person. Once she starts going to school she goes to you to do it, but only after Wil has tried.

I also feel like she never left her “why” phase. Like you can overhear conversations that are just “What’s that” “A coffe maker” “What do?” “It makes Coffee” How” and it would just go on until either wil or you can’t explain it anymore.

Family trips, to science museums, petting zoos, aquariums, butterfly houses, and libraries.He really tries to make any outing memorable for his girls, because you both deserve the best.

When he leaves to go on tours, she always gives him her favorite stuffed animal, and tells him to take care of it. And he does, he’ll take out to any resturant or cafe or venue he’s in and takes pictures of it so you can show your daughter. He also picks up one stuffed animal every tour he’s on for her, and a bunch of small trinkets one from every city.

She likes her dad carrying her because he is 6 '5 and she likes to feel tall. She also expresses her desire to be tall by climbing on everything, couches, fridges, counters, tables, trees, honestly if you can name it she’ll get on top of it.

Wilbur likes to dance with her, no matter how old she is, he wants to dance with her. When she’s a baby, he likes swaying with her. When she’s up to his kneecaps he has her stand on his feet and does a poorly executed ballroom type dance. She gets enrolled in a dance class when she’s young and it’s one of his favorite activities to do with her.

She also likes to collect things with the both of you. Flowers mainly, she’ll always have someone press/preserve them. When she gets older she likes to send them to people with letters. She also likes to collect postcards and will demand that you go to the post office in every city you’re in.

He gets super into dress up, always gets proper outfits (Chefs uniforms, Princess dress, fFeather boas). He even gets his daughter to put makeup on him, this always comes with him making sure that she knows that she does not and will not ever need makeup and how it's only being used because it’s fun and pretty. He will always compliment the final look and make you get a picture of it.

He always hates when she has to go to the doctor's office with her. He gets really nervous, and is constantly sending you text messages about how it’s going and what the doctor is saying. Heaven forbid she gets sick while he’s on tour, he is constantly face time with you and he does make an effort to give her a shout out at every show. “This show tonight is for my daughter, who is unfortunately riddled with a really bad case of an achy tummy.”

There are several “official” recording of every song he has helped make, where in reality its just him holding her close to a mic as she babbles in babyish something that sorta sounds like the lyrics.

Wilbur can’t really cook, we know this, we know that he has bad taste buds, which means that he is no help in the kitchen. This being said he will absolutely hold his daughter on his hip, narating whatever it is that you are doing.

I am a firm believer that he grows a garden with his little family. Sunflowers, azaleas, whatever his two girls want. He’d be out there desperately trying to teach her how to plant flowers and grow a proper garden.

[necnnights]

In which Hwajung goes on her last date.

FEATURING: Go Hwajung, Yoon Mingeun

SETTING: July 2024

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

NOTES: Title taken from the W*terparks song. I couldn't help it 😔.

Hallucinations are never a good sign. If Hwajung squints, she thinks she sees Mingeun in the crowd. The person she takes as him is standing near the back of the audience, much closer to the bar than the stage. He isn’t holding a drink, but the people he’s with are. That checks out with his habits. He might be wearing a mask, but something about the way he stands and the way he leans forward to speak into the ear of the guy next to him screams Mingeun to her.

That, or it’s been too many months since they’ve been in the same country as each other. First, her band had their English album and their short tour. Then Fable went on their world tour, and now Neon Nights is in Japan again. She sees him everywhere he isn’t. She’ll pass someone on the street who laughs like him or has the same shoddy, DIY dyed hair as him, and her heart beat will quicken and she’ll turn around, only to make eye contact with a complete stranger.

Sometimes Hwajung thinks they might be the worst girlfriend and boyfriend in the history of girlfriends and boyfriends.

“Qiuyun-chan, what do you think we should end the show with?” Yumi asks. She holds Eunbyul’s microphone, the cord looping circles around the stage. She still does most of the talking, despite the massive improvements in everyone else’s Japanese through the years.

Hwajung mouths Qiuyun’s next line along with her. “I think everyone should choose.”

They planned this ahead of time, letting the audience members vote on a handful of songs via stickers on a board as they entered the venue. Three songs ago, Aerin let them all know that the winner was “Revolution.” Eden’s violin sits just offstage, waiting for the official announcement.

“Is that so?” Yumi says. “Let’s see what everyone picked.”

That’s the cue for the board to be rolled out onto center stage. Hwajung gives them a short snare roll as it takes center stage. It blocks her view, but she can hear the appreciative cheers from the audience regardless.

“It’s ‘Revolution!’” Qiuyun announces. She has to wait for the audience to settle down again before she continues. The board moves silently offstage. “It’s one of my favorite tracks from our debut album. My favorite part is Eden-chan’s violin.”

That's Eden’s cue to retrieve her violin. She waves her bow at the audience and then plays a quick scale. 

Hwajung snorts because she knows no one can hear her. She doubts Qiuyun has any favorite songs from their debut album. She distinctly remembers Qiuyun crying after she heard the songs for the first time.

Qiuyun hands the microphone back to Eunbyul and fumbles to right her guitar from where it was slung behind her. Hwajung rolls her eyes. Even from the back, Eunbyul’s movements are much smoother and practiced. One more song, and she'll be home free.

One encore and another hour later, Hwajung slouches on a couch in the dressing room, waiting for everyone else to use the single restroom before they return to their AirBnb. A quick glance to her right confirms Yumi is doing much of the same, already swiping through a dating app. A knock sounds at the door and she pays it no mind, assuming it’s Aerin returning from whatever the responsibilities of her job are. Hwajung won’t even pretend to know what she does.

“Hwajung?” Aerin says, and that’s when Hwajung looks up, zeroes in on the person behind her, and shoots off the couch so fast she makes herself dizzy.

She barrels into Mingeun with enough force to knock the air out of him in a quiet huff. He slides a small half step back as she wraps her arms around him.

"I missed you too, Jungie," he says, breath ghosting over her ear as he hugs her back.

She leans into him, comforted by his solid presence. She wasn't hallucinating. One point for her mental state. Somewhere in the background, Eunbyul clears her throat.

Hwajung takes a step back and smooths her shirt down. She's probably grinning like an idiot. She can't bring herself to care. Eunbyul appears to be frozen two steps out of the restroom, lips set in a straight line. Hwajung knows it's to keep her from looking like she approves of Mingeun's actions.

"He wouldn't leave," Aerin says somewhat apologetically. "I stepped in before the venue staff tried to have him arrested."

Mingeun gives an easy grin and brushes his bangs out of his eyes. He has the leather jacket she bought for him for his birthday last year slung over one arm. "Thank you. Taein-nim would never post bail for me."

Hwajung's heart swoops as she grabs his hand. "I'll see you later tonight, unnie," she says to Aerin.

Her manager grimaces slightly, but doesn't protest. "Don't get in trouble. Stay safe." "I wouldn't dream of it."

As they leave, she hears Yumi make a retching noise. Hwajung ignores it, because she was the one looking for an online date.

Once they reach the freedom of the fresh night air, Mingeun gives her a sidelong glance. “Your manager lets you leave like that? Mine would kill me.”

Hwajung loops her arm through his as they walk. “She doesn't let me do anything. I make my own decisions.” She doesn't understand why he asks. He's always been someone who makes his own choices, damn the consequences.

“Did he let you visit me?” she asks, deliberately using the same words.

“He doesn't know,” he says. “I'm leaving in the morning. Andrew-hyung is covering for me.”

That's the second favor her band has received from him: his help on their English album, and now this chance for her and Mingeun to finally have a night together. Hwajung hates being indebted to people.

“You're leaving already?” There's an edge of a whine in her voice. She hates it for being there, and she hates her inability to suppress it.

He nods as he guides her to a stop in front of a park entrance. They didn't travel far. The options for things to do at midnight are limited, she figures. “I can't stay long. It might look suspicious, and I'm already under scrutiny.”

She swallows down any sort of response to that and looks reproachfully at the somewhat foreboding darkness instead.

He reads her mind. “There aren't a lot of places open all night,” he says, somewhat apologetically. He starts ticking off other date locations. “We've been to arcades and karaoke and concerts before. I wanted to do something different.”

"You're not planning on killing me in there and hiding my body, are you?" She trusts Mingeun with her life, but she'd be dumb not to recognize the fact that he could overpower her in seconds if he really wanted to.

He gives her a strange look. "No."

She pushes in front of him and strides through the open entrance. There's a subway station almost directly to her right. Probably not the best place to hide a dead body, then. The path is dark, and she stops a few steps in. The only light comes from the streetlights on the street they're rapidly leaving behind, and the not quite full moon.

"Now what?" she asks, somewhat stupidly.

She doesn't exactly see him shrug, but she can almost hear it. "We take a walk. There are supposed to be some fountains and ponds. It probably looks better in the daylight." He sounds nearly apologetic, even though he doesn't have to be.

Hwajung leans into him. "We could be sitting in your shitty hotel room. Anything else with you beats that."

"You don't know if my hotel room is shitty," he protests weakly. And then, almost as if it's an afterthought, he adds, in a much smoother tone, "Would you prefer that?"

Her cheeks heat up and she stumbles to change the subject. She's almost certain Mingeun's hotel room is shitty. "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"Eight." He pulls his phone out of his pocket. Hwajung steals a glance at this screen and learns it's nearly half an hour past one in the morning. "Today." He uses the light of his screen—not the flashlight—to guide them down the paved path.

There isn't much to look at. It's the company, really, that makes the night special. Neither of them make very good conversationalists. Maybe they could be sitting in silence in his shitty hotel room.

"I liked your show," Mingeun says.

She preens for a moment before common sense kicks in. "You have to like my show," she points out. "You're my boyfriend." She says it even though she knows the opposite isn't true. She's been to Fable performances, of course, but they've never been her scene. That, and the amount of women her age in the audience thinking they have a chance with any of Mingeun's group members gives her second-hand embarrassment. Hwajung would rather die than be caught in the audience of any idol group concert. Mingeun knows that, but he's never given her flack for it, thankfully. Maybe opposites do attract.

"I guess that's true," he says begrudgingly.

"What was your favorite part?" Hwajung prompts.

He's silent for a good few moments, and she begins to regret asking the question. They pass a few other people, mostly people out for a jog and one man walking a dog.

"Near the end of 'Dice,' there was a part where the guitar and bass solos alternate. I liked that," he says eventually.

You and everyone else, Hwajung thinks, though she resists the urge to say it out loud. It's a thoughtful enough response, and besides, the song is one of their most popular. Probably for a good reason. There's a reason they still play it at almost every show. She hopes they haven't peaked yet, but if she had to pick their peak so far, 'Dice' would be a strong contender for it.

The light of Mingeun's phone screen—he taps it ever few seconds to keep it on—illuminates the wooden slats of a small bridge. To their right, the water in what must be one of the fountains or ponds he mentioned earlier reflects the moon in a rippling image. It's quiet, apart from the muted sounds of the city filtering through the trees. It's a far cry from her AirBnb, which feels downright suffocating and unlivable sometimes.

They cross the bridge in silence. It takes her another moment to realize he's waiting for a response. "That's a good choice. It's a good song."

"All your songs are good to you."

Hwajung corrects him gently. "Most of them. Not all of them." She's responsible for the majority of her band's music, and that makes most of it good, in the simple, reductive way Mingeun says it. There are songs that slip through the cracks, like when she delegated the English album to Eden, and whenever Taein decides it's a good idea for him to stick his nose where it doesn't belong. When it comes to those, she'd rather not have her name attached to them.

Mingeun does a sort of half shrug, the type of response he gives when he knows he's losing an argument or when he doesn't want to have a certain conversation anymore.

She doesn't push him. There are times when she can, and times when she can't, and right now, she lets it go. She doesn't want to ruin this one night they have together.

The light of his phone illuminates the shapes of a few benches lining the edge of the water. Hwajung takes a seat on one of them, and waits pointedly until Mingeun gets the message. The plastic creaks as his weight joins hers. The single perk of being here, she realizes, is that none of Fable's crazy fans are around. They've been better at hiding their relationship over the past few years, though she still remembers the news article that tried to end Mingeun's career shortly after they started dating. It was overshadowed by the other news articles trying to end his career. She wants to think that they've all been able to move past those types of rumors. She isn't confident.

But they're in a foreign country, and no one else is around, so she leans on his chest, listening to the steady pulse of his heartbeat. She wishes he'd get butterflies around her, the same way she does around him. A beat later, his hands tangle themselves in her hair.

Hwajung yawns, the exhaustion of the previous day finally catching up to her. Today is a rare day between performances, thankfully.

Mingeun is, of course, alert to her every action. "Are you tired? Do you want to go back?"

She shakes her head, trying to shake off the tiredness with it. "The trains won't run until five." She could ask Aerin for a ride, but she'd prefer not to. She doesn't want to burden her, not when she ran off the way she did.

She hears him frown more than she sees him do it. "We can't stay here all night."

Hwajung falls back to their default activities. "An arcade? Another concert? Karaoke?"

Fifteen minutes of research later, they end up at a tiny karaoke bar. She would have preferred an arcade, but there weren't many places open at midnight, and there are even less at closer to two in the morning. She tells Aerin she'll stay out until the trains run again, and then turns her phone off.

The bar isn't very friendly to foreigners. It takes all of Hwajung's broken Japanese and all of the front desk staff's broken English to explain and understand that yes, they would like to rent a room for three hours.

Fifteen minutes later, they sit in a darkened private room, the screen rotating through the same constant selection of stock footage of nature scenes. The couch they're on has definitely seen better days and the low table in front of them has a number of unidentifiable stains on it. She's glad for the ignorance the darkness allows. Mingeun picks up the song book immediately, hoisting the massive binder onto his lap and beginning to flip through the pages.

Even in the dim lighting, Hwajung can tell there are a few questionable sticky substances on the laminated pages. He doesn't seem to mind.

"Do you have any requests?" he asks, turning the pages quickly. The majority of the song listings are in Japanese, and the characters blur together. It doesn't matter much, because she can't read it.

She slips her shoes off and draws her knees up to her chin. "You can choose." He'll do most of the singing anyway.

"We should do a duet."

"'Everytime," Hwajung suggests, and then her mind goes blank on every other duet song she's ever heard.

With the remote and their machine set up in English by the front desk, Mingeun picks an AKMU song. He silently hands her another microphone, and she misses the first cue for the beginning of "Re-Bye." They should have switched parts, she thinks despairingly, because he's a better singer than her.

Three minutes of pretending she has a higher vocal range than she actually does, the song ends. Mingeun seems a lot happier than he did at any point earlier in the night. She gives him a gentle nudge. "Look for a Fable song."

She pulls half the binder over into her own lap, flipping quickly through the foreign music section in the back of the book.

"Here." Mingeun finds it first, stabbing the part of the page where there are exactly three Fable songs: "가자," "천둥," and "꽃처럼." Hwajung knows none of those songs hold very good memories for him.

"Let's do something else," she says, wondering if it's presumptuous of her to look for a Neon Nights song in here. They might even be in the main, Japanese song section, and that's not a thought she wishes to dwell on.

Mingeun's jaw is set, already typing in the code for "가자." As the machine loads, he stands, shaking off his jacket, and positions himself between the TV and the table. The song's introduction is short, but even with his back to the screen, he doesn't miss the start of the song, including the adlib title that doesn't seem to count as a lyric.

This isn't a real stage, and she's an audience of one. The performance is still captivating, his one-handed choreography no less polished than any legitimate Fable performance. One person performing a song written for eight people has to be difficult, and yet he does well.

She cheers for him as the song draws to a close. He isn't even out of breath. She almost wants to buy a Fable lightstick. Almost.

He moves his jacket off the seat and picks up the binder again. "Any requests?"

A few songs later, at somewhere around three in the morning—by Mingeun's phone, because she refuses to turn hers back on—Hwajung falls asleep on his shoulder during his soulful rendition of EXO's 'Hear Me Out.' She experiences the next few hours in fragments, balanced on the edge between wakefulness and sleep. At one point, she wakes up to find her head in his lap as he idly strokes her hair. Later, it's almost completely dark. The karaoke screen is off, and the only light comes from Mingeun's phone.

Eventually, he wakes her up, an insistent tapping on her shoulder until she shifts and pokes him back in the thigh.

"Good morning," Mingeun says. "I got you something to drink."

She struggles to sit up, her neck and back creaking in protest. She can't understand why. She's not old. There are two plastic bottles of water on the table. Hwajung grabs one and swallows a fourth of the bottle in two gulps.

"What time is it? Did you sleep?" she asks.

"Almost five. And no." Mingeun starts to count. "I sang a few more songs. I made sure no one burned down the Fable dorm, because I should be doing that, and that no one burned down the Fable dorm looking for me. I met the drunk Japanese college students next door. One of them understands enough English to know what 'shut the fuck up' means."

Hwajung nods along. It sounds like he had an entertaining night. She begrudgingly turns her phone back on. She isn't ready to see what Aerin left for her, but she knows she'll never be prepared.

Six missed calls and thirty-seven texts are better than what she expected. They started almost right after her last text, and tapered off closer and closer to the current time. Aerin threatened to call the police a few times, but as far as Hwajung can tell, she never did. She's thankful for that. She doubts Taein would bail her out of jail either. Aerin would, but not if she was the one to put her there.

Hwajung sends one text reassuring them all that she's still alive and she'll be back soon. She doesn't feel bad at all about leaving behind the suspicious couch and table and song listing. She can't believe she fell asleep on that. She does feel bad that her first night with Mingeun in a long time is drawing to a close.

They checkout with slightly more difficulty than their arrival. Hwajung does her best to fix her hair in the bathroom, though she realizes it's a lost cause ten minutes in.

She directs both of them back to her AirBnb. They only get lost once, when Mingeun insists they should wait until the next train station stop, since it's closer. It is not closer, and they catch the next train heading back the way they came.

The sight of the now-familiar whitewashed walls and sloped brown roof with the curtains drawn tightly closed is homier than she would have ever expected of an AirBnb. Aerin's rental van is parallel parked on the side of the road.

"Our promotions will finish by August," Hwajung says, though she's only about half certain that's true. They stand on the sidewalk. She savors every last moment they have. "You aren't going anywhere, right?"

Mingeun gets a far away look in his eyes. He's looking in her direction, but he isn't looking at her. She's said something wrong. "It would be best if we stopped seeing each other," he says, sounding unlike himself.

Hwajung freezes, heart dropping into the pit of her stomach. "I don't understand." She spares one glance towards the house. None of the lights are on. She hopes it stays that way.

"I didn't want to do this either," he says. He might have more to say, but she doesn't want to hear it.

"Then why?" She cuts him off. She can't understand it. "Why are you doing this?"

He shifts his weight from one foot to the next. Hwajung glares him down until he speaks again. "It's because of Taein-nim," he says eventually. "I don't have a choice."

She scoffs. "Fuck him. He doesn't make you do anything," she says, as if their initial friendship and relationship aren't almost direct consequences of Taein making Mingeun lie about himself.

"I'm sorry, Jungie," Mingeun offers. She recoils from the nickname almost as if she's been slapped.

The pressure of tears behind her eyes is a new development. She blinks furiously, unwilling to cry here, on the fucking sidewalk outside her fucking rental home while her fucking boyfriend—ex-boyfriend?—fucking breaks up with her.

"Is this why you came to see me? To tell me this?" Her voice shakes uncontrollably. She hates it.

Mingeun hesitates, expression fraught with uncertainty. It's a yes or no question, and both responses cast him in a negative light. He knows it. She knows it. He knows that she knows it.

"Yes," he says quietly. "It's the best for both of us. Taein-nim will respect us more."

It's best for him. Hwajung knows that for certain. Everything is about his work, and with it, comes his fundamental misunderstanding. Taein will always like Mingeun more than her or Eunbyul or Aerin, and he doesn't even like Mingeun.

She draws herself up to her full five-foot nothing height for a mere shred of dignity. A light is on in the house now, likely Aerin's sixth sense for knowing when any of them are around. She opens her mouth, and then realizes she has nothing to say to him. She isn't mad at him, more so disappointed and sad. She thought they had something that would survive the trials and tribulations of a single shitty entertainment company CEO. She doesn't have anything witty to say, nothing that would make him regret his decision.

She settles for the tried and true, "Fuck you."

She expects him to fight back. She wants him to fight back, to argue with her like the Mingeun she knows and loves would. Irritatingly enough, he seems to just accept her words.

"I have to go," he says. It isn't an apology, but the hint of one is still there.

She despises how detached he seems, like she was a task for him to check off, something else for him to say he's done.

"Then go," she says, unable to understand why he still lingers. It seems like he doesn't want to be here, and she's beginning to realize she might not want him here anymore.

Mingeun hesitates again, like he still has something else to say. Hwajung can't possibly imagine what it is. Then he turns his back on her, heading in the general direction of the nearest train station.

She watches his retreating back for only a few seconds. He doesn't turn around. She doesn't wait much longer, just prepares herself for Aerin's motherly fussing and lets herself into the house.

The person who turned on the lights, as it turns out, isn't Aerin like she thought, but Yumi, who sits in the spotless kitchen with a glass of water and her phone.

"Good night?" Yumi asks, still looking at her phone. She must understand Hwajung's silence, because she looks up and sees something. It might be Hwajung's hair, still rumpled from sleeping on the couch of a karaoke room, or the unshed tears still teeming in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh," Yumi says, standing and enveloping her in a hug. "What did he do? Do you need me to kill him?"

In spite of herself, Hwajung smiles sadly into Yumi's shoulder. She knows that if she says yes, Yumi would be hunting him down with a kitchen knife in five minutes.

"He broke up with me," she says, muffling her words into her friend's shirt.

"Finally."

Hwajung pulls away just to scowl at her. "Can you pretend to be sad for me?"

Yumi shrugs. "You'll be fine. You deserve better than him."

She doesn't know what to make of that. She spent the past three years thinking they deserved each other just fine. But Yumi wouldn't know that, so she pretends to agree. She yawns, and Yumi is on her case immediately.

"Go to bed. I'll tell Aerin-unnie you're back. And take a shower. You smell like stale cigarette smoke."

Hwajung nods sleepily. That happens, she figures, when you spend three hours in a karaoke booth. A real bed sounds heavenly in comparison.

She stumbles off to the bedroom she shares with Eunbyul, still not quite familiar with the layout of the house, despite having stayed there for a month now. She slips quietly into her bed, careful not to disturb Eunbyul. She doesn't try to sleep. Instead she lies awake, wondering if there's any remote possibility that what happened tonight was her fault.

[xojennyboo]

Hey everyone. Here’s a small update. I hope you’re enjoying my writing. I think I’m going to start posting on Mondays and start a little set schedule for this. Don’t forget to submit your requests. Thank you and Happy Reading!

Harry was angelic. A sex god. When he performed on stage, he had everyone at the palm of his hand. The way he commanded the stage and had every fan screaming his name was a sight to see. It turned you on in ways you couldn't explain. You were very fortunate that you were able to travel with him and watch him perform almost every night. You always stood on the side of the stage, dancing and singing along to his music.

One thing that you and he did after every show was go up to your hotel room and order room service. He was always hungry after his shows. One thing he didn't do during the tour was drink. He tried not going out to clubs, unless he had to, and drink or stay up super late. He enjoyed his quiet time and tried to rest the most that he could. You tried to make that possible for him the best you could. Your relationship to Harry has been a secret for quite some time, the only people who knew were his closest friends and family. You liked it this way, you didn't have to worry about meeting a certain perspective to the world. His fans were always sweet to you, thankful that Harry had a "friend" to look after him. That's what you were to the public, Harry's best friend.

Today you were in New York City where he was playing at Madison Square Garden. Today was an important night due to him being recognized for selling out a certain number of shows. You couldn't be prouder of the man that drove you crazy. After the show, you stayed behind and went to his dressing room to get his belongings ready for when you left. He was having a bit of a photoshoot taking pictures with colleagues and the banner that had his name on it. You enjoyed the quietness that filled his dressing room, making cleaning up enjoyable in a way. You packed his cologne, shoes, chargers, and all his things in his duffle bag. After that you decided to sit on the chair in front of his vanity and wait for him.

As you sat there in silence, you could start hearing an increase in volume coming from outside his room. "Sorry guys but I'm a bit tired. I just want to go back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow. Maybe another time?", you could hear him say. You guessed some of his colleagues wanted to go out and celebrate his new accomplishment. "Has anyone seen y/n? ", you hear him ask. After a couple of mumbles that you couldn’t hear, the door opened revealing a sweaty Harry. His eyes searched the room until they landed on you, a smile immediately overtaking his face. He came in, closed the door, and walked towards you, standing in between your legs that were hanging on the chair due to the height, accommodating his height instead of yours.

Without speaking, he cupped your face in his large hands, and kissed you. It was a gentle kiss, slowly moving your lips against one another due to feeling neglected the whole day. He pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours and wiping your bottom lip with his thumb. "Hey", he whispered, his tired eyes looking into yours that weren't as tired as his. "Hey", you say back giving him a small smile. "Ready to go to the hotel?", he asks, simply nodding your head as your answer. "Come on then ", he says, taking your hand in his until you walked out of the quiet dressing room and into the busy hallway. You withdrew your hand from his and walked in front of him, keeping your distance as you walked out of the venue and into the black car that was waiting for the both of you. You got on first, waiting a couple minutes as Harry bid goodbye to his crew. With the door still opened, he climbed in right next to you, putting an arm against your shoulder, and pulling you to his side, placing a gentle kiss to your temple.

No words were exchanged between the two of you. The car ride to the hotel maintaining a comfortable silence. You occasionally looked up towards Harry, his eyes meeting yours the first couple of times but the last time you did it you saw his head resting back against the seat with his eyes closed and his lips ajar slightly. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, admiring how peaceful he looked in this very moment. The ride to the hotel took a bit longer than it should've due to the traffic. Considering how late it was, you were always surprised that these streets stayed busy no matter what time it was. You closed your eyes for a bit, still awake so you knew when you would arrive. What felt like half an hour was only 10 minutes that passed until you had arrived at your destination. "Baby we're here", you whispered at Harry, patting his arm a bit to not startle him from his nap. His eyes slightly opened and looked side to side realizing we were here. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and nodded. He opened the door to get out first, going around the vehicle to open yours. He always opened the door for you, a gesture of his that you've gotten accustomed to.

When he opened the door, he stuck out his hand for you to take, gladly doing so as you got out. He thanked the driver before closing the door and making our way into the hotel and up to the penthouse. Since you were staying in New York for a while, he decided to get you guys a comfortable room, a penthouse being his preference. Once there, you immediately took your shoes off making yourself comfortable. "Are you hungry?", you ask your tired boyfriend as he plumped himself on the coach in front of the TV. "Starving", he mumbles. You grab the room service menu and decide on what to get. "Any preference?", you ask him, walking over to the couch and sitting on his lap so he could see the menu too. He skimmed it with you until he pointed at something he wanted. "A burger sounds good right about now", he says. " Ooh that does sound good. Burgers it is then", you say grabbing the phone and placing the order. As you waited, you decided on unpacking some things from his duffle bag, like his shoes and charger. The food arrived quickly as there was a knock on the door. You opened the door, rolled the cart inside and thanked the employee. "Foods here babe", you announce. You placed the meals on the kitchen island, the food making your mouth water. You feel Harry's presence behind you as you were placing napkins on each side of the plates, his arms sneaking around your waist. "Can we shower after we eat?", he mumbles against your neck, his curls tickling your face causing you to giggle. "Yes, we can Harry. Now sit down and eat before the food gets cold", you say, placing a simple kiss on his cheek before sitting down on the stool.

You both sat and took a bite of your burger. It was so good, your head falling back, your eyes closed, and a moan of satisfaction coming out of you as the burger tasted heavenly. You looked in front of you, opening your eyes to land on Harry who was staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Sorry", you mumbled, getting slightly embarrassed at your reaction from a simple burger. "It is good", he chuckled taking a big bite out of his. For the rest of your meal you sat in silence, enjoying each other's company. Once finished, you gathered the empty dishes and placed them on the cart before taking the cart outside and leaving it by the door. Harry was cleaning the island counter when you walked back. He looked down at you, so you hugged him and looked up at him. You took this time to admire everything about him. He was the definition of someone who was imperfectly perfect. No one was perfect, but he was damn close to being it. "What?", he chuckled at your staring. "I didn't get the chance to tell you before, but I am extremely proud of you Harry”, you genuinely say to him, giving him a tight hug and burying your face against his chest.

He didn't say anything, he knew that your words met the world to him, and you knew that. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a few seconds, embracing you. "Thank you", he silently says his hold on you becoming tighter as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you; you know that right?" he says to you, pulling away slightly to look at your face. “Yes, I do. And I love you", you reassure. He smiles at you placing a small kiss on your forehead this time. "Come on, let's go shower ", he says pulling you upstairs into your shared bedroom. He disappears into the bathroom, turning the shower on so that the water could heat up. You discarded your clothes, placing them in the dirty hamper and putting on the silky robe over your naked body. Harry walked into the room, removing his own clothing as you walked into the bathroom, the heat of the water making the bathroom steamy.

You tied your hair up into a messy bun, refusing to wet your hair tonight. You felt his hands grip your waist from behind you as you finished tying up your hair. "I could never tire from telling you how beautiful you are", he says kissing your neck. You hummed in response to his kisses loving the way his lips felt on your skin. You turned around in his grip facing him. Your hands immediately going up to his face, pushing back a curl that was hanging by his forehead. He took your hand in his, pulling the palm of your hand towards his lips, placing a gentle kiss there. You loved his gentle affections; they made you feel special and made you feel like you were the only two people in the world. He let go of your hand, gently putting it down, his hands going towards the front of your robe untying the small knot. Without breaking eye contact, he gently removed the robe from your shoulders, exposing the naked skin, and moved it down your arms until it was completely off, the silky item pooling at the bottom of your feet. Your naked body was exposed in front of him to do as he wished. He stepped closer to you, reaching down to your naked thighs, picking you up, your legs wrapping around his naked waist. "Let's go shower darling", he lightly says, walking both of you into the spacious shower.

As soon as the door opened, you were engulfed in steam, your muscles instantly relaxing. Still in his arms, he walked towards the water, his curly hair getting drenched and drooping his face causing you to laugh. He put you down to your feet, his hands going up to his hair and pushing it out of his face. While he did so, you took your time and admired his tattooed body. You loved the tattoos he had, each one having a different meaning to him regardless of him getting some when he was under the influence of alcohol. You stepped closer to his body, your lust speaking out, wanting his affection. Your hands moved up his abdomen to land on his pecks. Harry looked at your every move as you kissed between his pecks, leaving small delicate kisses. Your hands moved upwards to his collarbones, tracing each swallow that adorned it. He hummed at the feeling of your gentle touch, watching as his eyes closed taking the feeling of your touch in. Your hands moved upwards again, tracing up his neck until your hands cupped his face. His eyes reopened, a small smirk playing on his lips waiting for your next move.

Your breathing slowly started to pick up, one due to you initiating what you both were craving for, and secondly due to the steam. Your lips parted as you were both silent, the only noise was the sound of the water falling on Harry's back and now, your heavy breathing. You looked at his eyes and then down at his wet lips. He knew what you wanted, but he wanted you to make the first move. He knew that you were nervous, your eyes speaking for you, you never initiated anything and that was due to your lack of confidence. You saw his smirk become more prominent as his hands were placed on your hip. "Kiss me y/n " he whispers. You looked at his eyes and immediately closed yours as you learned up on your toes and crashed your lips to his. He leaned down your lips, savoring one another's, and picked you up, your body slipping a bit due to the wetness. Your arms dropped around his shoulders, hands gripping his wet curls, he pushes you against the tiled wall, pinning you to it with his body weight. Your head leaned to the side as you deepened the kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth as his did the same.

You occasionally sucked his lips, taking turns with his top and bottom lip. He bit your bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth a little as he withdrew from kissing your lips and venturing down to your neck. He kissed down your neck, lightly biting your earlobe in the process. He sucked on your neck; right below your ear creating a small red mark that will eventually bruise. He licked down to your shoulders, kissing across your collarbones and kissing your other shoulder. His lips kissed down the valley between your breast, his grip on your hips tightening. Your eyes were closed feeling his lips all over your body, savoring every moment. Before you know, you feel his hot wet mouth attach to your sensitive nipple causing a gasp to come out of you at the feeling. He swirled his tongue around the nub, biting it slightly with his teeth as he pinched the other. Your hands went down to his head, caressing it as he took your other nipple in his mouth. Every swirl of his tongue creating tingles in your now wet pussy. He kneeled down in front of you, your eyes opening and anticipating his next move.

You looked down at him, him looking up at you, giving you some sort of confidence within you. "What do you want baby tell me", he says kissing your thighs, his lips dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. "You know what I want Harry. Don't make me say it", you say between gasp, the anticipation starting to be too much. "Mmm honey but I want to hear it come out of those delicious lips of yours", he teases sucking on your thigh causing you to whine in pleasure. "Come on baby, tell me what you want", he encourages you. You don't know what possessed you to do what you did next, but you grabbed his head and buried his face in your aching pussy, your fingers gripping his hair. "Eat me, Harry. Make me cum with your tongue", you pant. Your words caused a growl to emit from him as he spread your pussy lips to suck on your clit. The second his tongue started lapping on your pussy your head leaned back against the wet wall. He leaned his head to the side to get a better angle, his tongue swirling around your entrance collecting your excitement. "Mmm honey you taste so good", he grunts against your pussy causing your small whines into moans. He spread your lips sucking on your clit creating the small bubble to start forming in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck Harry, just like that baby, don't stop", you moan out.

He moaned against your pussy the vibration bringing you closer to the edge. He flicked his tongue on your clit a few more times sending you into a world of pure ecstasy. Your thighs trembled against his head, his wet curls tickling your skin. As he licked you clean your pants started to slow down. He stood back up and kissed your lips tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands roamed his wet body until they landed on his erect penis. You slowly gripped the base and lightly tugged on it, your thumb sliding across his red tip. He lightly groaned against your lips, slightly thrusting into your hand. You wanted him in your mouth but before you could kneel, he stopped you. "No baby, I want to be inside you", he panted against your lip. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and pinned you against the wet wall. Your hands were around his neck for leverage. Wasting no time, he grabbed the base of his cock and slid right in. Your head leaned against the wall, your mouth agape as a small moan came out, him groaning of the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick.

Immediately Harry's hips started to move, the angle that he was holding you in made the tip of his cock hit your cervix with each thrust. The grip of his hands on your hips tightening as he rammed into you. The mixture of his thrusts and the hot steam was taking a toll on you, your breathing becoming heavy. Harry's face was buried into your neck placing small kisses as you did the same on his shoulder. His dick felt so good in you, a feeling you haven't felt in a while due to his hectic schedule. "Fuck y/n, your pussy feels amazing wrapped around me”, he panted. All you could do was moan in response feeling your second orgasm approaching. His own orgasm was approaching too, the change in position giving you a hint. He put his arms under your legs your lower back lifting from the wall and began to thrust harder and faster.

The new angle was heaven, making your moans become louder and louder as your orgasm was closer. "Oh fuck, on fuck Harry", you panted. His grunts turned into moans, the grip on your thighs tightening definitely leaving a mark. "Cum with me baby", he said, his forehead against yours as his thrust were becoming sloppier. For the second time your thighs were shaking, and soon both of you were cumming, his thrusts becoming too much as you squirted on him. Your body was very sensitive right now, the heat mixed with your powerful orgasm sending you into a bliss leaving you dumbfucked. This has only happened a handful of times, usually happening when you've had an intense orgasm.

You couldn't stop panting as Harry rode out your highs. Your body became limp, Harry noticing your state of mind. "Fuck baby", he kissed your temple, slowly putting you on your feet, but not letting you go. "I'll take care of you baby", he says. Your body felt weak as he washed your body and then his. After he was done, he dried your body and carried you into your bed. You didn't feel his presence for a bit, your eyes closing as you tried getting out of this state. You felt a dip of the bed next to you as he wrapped you both in a huge blanket. There was no need in changing into clothes, both of you liking sleeping naked. He cuddled you, his fingers running through your hair that was now loose. When did he do that? "Come back to me beautiful", he whispers against your ear. "Mmmm", you managed to say. "That's right baby, talk to me" he encourages.

Slowly, and little by little you started coming out of that bliss. You started feeling his fingertips more, his voice was clearer, and your body moving. As soon as you were out of it you turned around in his grip, opening your eyes up to meet his green ones. "There she is", he says smiling at you. He leaned in and pecked your lips. "Sorry. it was the heat", you apologized, hiding your face against his warm naked chest. You hear him chuckle, his fingers still running through your hair. "You have nothing to apologize for baby. It was very sexy in my opinion", he says making you smile. "How are you feeling now?", he asked, sounding a bit concerned. You looked at him and smirked. "I feel better now", you say. "Are you tired?", you ask. Your hands went up to his damp hair and ran through it, his eyes closing, loving the feeling. "Hammered", he mumbles. "Go to sleep baby", you whispered. “What about you?", he whispers back. "I'll go to sleep too. I'm tired as well", you whispered. You leaned over his body, turning off the lamp on his side, then leaning over your other side to turn off the lamp. The room now engulfed in pure darkness. "Goodnight darling", he mumbles, pulling your body closer to him. "Goodnight baby", you say back closing your eyes. "Thank god I decided not to go out", he clearly says making both of you to laugh before your sleep overlook the both of you. Definitely worth staying in, you thought.

[blu3birdprince]

Secret Valentine!

This is for @writeblrcafe Secret Valentine's Day event.

My Secret Valentine was sadfragilegirl

I hope you like it!

Note: I know nothing about K-pop, so this was a fun challenge. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You can't believe it. You stare dumbfounded at your computer screen, where the word WINNER is in big bold letters. Several months ago, your favorite artist, Ravi, had not only announced a solo tour but a solo international tour. On top of finally getting the chance to see him perform live, there was a contest for one lucky fan in each location to spend the day with him. If you're reading your email correctly, you have just been announced the winner for your area!

The big day is here! You spent all morning perfecting your hair and makeup. Standing outside your home, you make minor adjustments to your outfit. Then you see it, a limo turning onto your street. This is it. You stand up straight, a nervous smile on your face. The car stops in front of your house. The driver exits the car, walks around, opens the back passenger door, and out he steps; Ravi. You can't breathe. He smiles warmly at you. He takes your hand and gives it a gentle kiss. He then invites you into the limo and off you go.

Your first stop is shopping. He takes you to any store you want to go to. As the two of you shopped, you started to get comfortable, and before you know it, it's dinnertime. You arrive at a traditional Korean restaurant. The place had been rented out, so it was just the two of you. As you ate, your bond only became stronger, and by the end of the meal, he was finding any excuse to touch you. A strand of hair in your face, a piece of rice on your lip, your legs bump under the table.

When you finish your meal and return to the car, it seems like he's sitting closer to you than before. You arrived at the venue early as Ravi was needed for preparation. You were then escorted to a dressing room, where you were fitted into a special outfit for the concert. It took longer than you realized to get ready. They did your hair, makeup, and nails. By the time you were ready, fans had begun pouring into the venue. You were escorted to your front-row seat.

Then the lights went dark, and a single spotlight illuminated the stage. A small layer of fog covered the stage, and out of the center rose Ravi from under the stage. The concert was unforgettable. By the end your face was sore from smiling, your hands still stinging and numb from all the clapping, as you were escorted backstage after the show. After a few minutes, Ravi joins you after he has changed out of his stage clothes. He sits down next to you, his face a bit red. After a few quiet minutes, he slowly moves his face closer to yours, until your foreheads are touching. He looks into your eyes, leans closer, and kisses you on the cheek.

[goldenpinof]

I'd love to chime in on the wad talk if I may!

I think you saying that you're generally not a big fan of theatre makes a lot of sense as to why for you it didn't necessarily have to be a stage show. I work in live events and I absolutely adore theatre and such so to me it made a huge difference that it was a live show rather than a video. Which is why I think the blanket statement of 'it could have been a video' doesn't work, because the experience of the show is so subjective, especially with the topics Dan talks about. It might not be the most innovative show but I def think the emotional aspect for me and many others was the way it was because it was live and you could experience the energy of the room. That's not something that can be translated to video, simply because it's not the same medium and a certain layer of what the show's about get's lost if you change it! I think it will be interesting to see how different the experience will be now that we will have the recording of it tomorrow, I can imagine for some it might be the same as it was in person, but I also think for other people it might not be the same and both are totally valid! I think Dan choosing the live stage show over a video does deserve to be noted tho, because there is a level of vulnerability and honest that comes with speaking to people directly and in person that gets lost when you have a video and that was a very deliberate choice. He's always done his work with the security layer of the camera and youtube and him choosing not do this, when sharing so much with us in wad I think matters.

just my little thoughts from someone who adores theatre and live comedy and everything else that's 'in person'!

"the energy of the room" aka people around you, not only Dan. Dan likes getting live feedback, so i get why we went on tour. i still think that his show can be easily adapted into a video based on what i remember.

i think there's a difference between working with the audience and getting a reaction from the audience. and since wad is so heavily scripted it was the latter. he wasn't working with us, he was getting a reaction and moving on to the next bit. which is fine, it's not a stand-up. but a lot depended on how the audience was perceiving jokes and audience's ability to include itself in the show. Warsaw, for example, was very loud, and since the venue was small, people could hear each other and it made the whole experience a bit crazy. like, the fun was coming from both sides, so it was never boring. we were responding as a union to the things Dan was saying (e.g. communism and later putin), but also some people were yelling relevant jokes in response to Dan, thus making everyone laugh. in Berlin, i had a completely different experience audience-wise. the venue was much bigger, we couldn't really hear each other, thus no jokes coming from the seats that could bounce off of what Dan was saying. he was interacting only with the first 5-ish rows, and everyone else was just watching. we could still scream shit for the bit, but it didn't really matter. god, big venues were such a miss during wad, imo. BUT the show itself was better in Berlin because some things were improvised and the stage was bigger so he could move more. i'll try to explain what i mean by "the show could be a video". adjust the bits where we "choose" something by screaming and it's a video. it's him showing us shots and talking. and no matter what we scream or if we scream at all, the show would go on. no matter if the joke lands or not. he has a script and he follows it. sometimes he removes parts of it depending on the venue (aka the cubes, asking people to twist his hand and use the gavel), he also can remove parts if something goes wrong aka the bubbles. a lot of audience participation can be removed. and without it he would still have a lot to show and say. and this could be a video because the script doesn't heavily depend on the audience participation. if the show was more improvised that would be a different conversation. if you think that this show couldn't be a video because of the audience then it's your experience with the audience more than with the show. have a mid audience and remove some bits and that's a video. it's not a bad thing, idk why people are mad at me. the show is not bad, it's just not for everyone. i'm also curious how people will see the filmed version of wad. both those who saw it live and those who never saw it. people who weren't at the venues aren't gonna participate, so it's a different experience. some things will depend on the editing, but i would love to hear people's opinions on the show itself. we all love Dan and wish him success. i'm a dannie through and through ffs, he shines on stage, i'm not arguing with that. seeing him live is better because of how he enjoys being there. and seeing so many phannies in one place making each other giggle worth buying a ticket. but i'm interested to see reviews on the show.

[is-she-suffering]

02/2003 - Black Velvet Magazine “Queen Adreena in Wonderland”

(Interview with Katie Jane Garside - Taken From Black Velvet 35 - Feb 2003)

By David Jackson

In Milton Keynes, roundabouts have names. While frantically searching for ‘Eagle Stone’, a giant illuminated mountain on the horizon grows ever closer, eventually turning out to be a snow dome. Only in Milton Keynes. In an idealistic reality, Milton Keynes Pitz would be a dark smoke filled rock venue, located somewhere deep underground, out of reach of daylight with filthy walls and sticky floors, perfectly recreating the image the venue’s name paints. The truth is much less romantic. Located in the Woughton Leisure Centre, the Pitz sits firmly alongside a swimming pool while sharing a corridor with the health club and sun bedroom. Doubling as a theatre it’s not unfair to say the Pitz is one of the country’s less charismatic venues.

The public perception of QUEEN ADREENA vocalist and spokeswoman, Katie Jane Garside is varied, never quite consistent yet always fascinating. Appearing somewhat removed yet mysterious, she stands unique. Following Katie into the depths of the Milton Keynes Pitz, we arrive at the band’s dressing room. Informing me that she’s in a good mood, Katie takes a seat while continuing to arrange a small bunch of flowers in a glass on the table.

Queen Adreena are on tour in promotion of ‘Drink Me’. As a successor to their highly acclaimed debut ‘Taxidermy’, in many ways the album sounds a comfortable follow up. Finally settled, Black Velvet proceeds to ask Katie how happy she is with the final product. “In a way it’s not for me to say,” she cautiously begins. “We went through a lot making it. You do with every record, but this one particularly was quite difficult. It was kind of a year of reckoning in a way, writing and recording it. A lot of things that sustained me prior to that all fell away. I have a real sense of vertigo, no ground under my feet. I can’t really say if I’m happy or not with the album. To be honest the day that I am will be the day I don’t do it anymore. “Being on a planet in the middle of infinity with six miles of water underneath you and then infinity above you it doesn’t give you much to hold onto,” referring to her youth, part of which was spent living on a boat. “On the flip side of that, there’s infinity but if you get on the wrong side of the coin you can get into free fall terror. That’s sort of how I feel about that record, it’s just a page in the diary.”

It was author Lewis Carroll in his book, Alice in Wonderland, who first penned the words ‘Drink Me’, written on a label attached to a bottle from which Alice drinks and is subsequently shrunk. Was it from this that the album took its name? “Yes, it’s not hard to get there. Know your own poison really, that’s all it is. I’ve always found the only useful thing to do with fear is to run headlong into it, and that’s the only way it transforms, otherwise it’s always over your shoulder in your blind spot, so you have to sort of wrestle it to the ground really. It’s about knowing your own poison… Drink me.”

As the interview continues Katie’s fingers are in a constant state of activity, be it continuing to arrange flowers or further looping straps on her bag. However, every so often, Katie looks up, wide-eyed, with one of the MOST mesmerising stares I’ve ever seen. Many of Queen Adreena’s unique traits have carried over to the band’s second album. In many ways ‘Drink Me’ can be seen as an extension of ‘Taxidermy’. Or is it a completely new entity?

Pausing for thought Katie continues. “It is just another page in the diary. A lot of the things I said were sustaining me fell away, all the things that were keeping me upright sort of fell away, during that part of my life, making the record, I think it’s reduced things to their baser elements. In a way ‘Taxidermy’ is tugging in a lot of different directions. For me ‘Taxidermy’ is quite existentialist where I’m observing and witnessing and ‘Drink Me’ I’m taking part. I do use sexuality and violence to sort of beat myself back into existence because I’ve felt perpendicular. I’ve found myself to be dangerously insular. That again is what I said about the only useful thing to do with fear is to run headlong into it, because I lived in a tree house for a long time, just lived above everything, not taking part and I want to be here. Well I have to be here, otherwise I might as well not be here. As a kid I could never come downstairs to my own birthday party. I wanna take part, I actually wanna be there now, but I’m sick of living outside of everything.”

One apparent difference between debut and follow up album is Queen Adreena’s frequent use of dark atmospheric vocals seems to made way for a general heavier rock feel to the record. “The subtler things have fallen,” begins Katie. “Like a boiling pot it has reduced down to its really basic elements; it’s very minimalist. We’re trying to break the shell of the seed so the plant can fucking grow. Like my own life, we always watch from the wings and we wanna play the main stage. I am using violence and friction to create a chemical reaction hopefully. The only thing I find to be true is fiction that creates combustion and therefore doesn’t mean it’s easy or painful but it’s a fountain of youth in a way. It’s the only thing that turns me on and drives me forward.”

With only one single lifted from album ‘Drink Me’ (so far), the unusual decision was taken to release non-album track ‘FM Doll’. Not the usual procedure of album promotion.

“I didn’t want to look backwards. Making the record was kinda wrestling the thing to the ground,” describes Katie. “There was a great sense of relief. We’ve got a completely new rhythm section in effect now. I don’t want to sound like I’m doing my dirty washing, but we fired out old drummer after we did the album for the first time because it was not played very well. Then we went and recorded the whole thing in five days in a tiny demo studio. By the time we had the things in our hands it was, suffice to say, after finally getting the thing finished, we’d been writing like crazy and just thought there’s no point kinda eating yesterday’s dinner. FM Doll came out so quickly so natural and easily in a way. I feel like I kinda like parodying myself to such an extreme on that.”

The title of the single itself is one of hidden truths, quickly revealing a dark sub-text to the song. “It’s actually called ‘Fuck Me Doll’ and is about female objectification. In a way I shouldn’t really talk about it cause we’re desperate to get it onto daytime radio.” Treading her ground carefully Katie continues. “I know because of the lyrical content it won’t get on there. It’s about child murder. Do you remember the JonBenet case in America? The child beauty queen who was supposing murdered by her mother and father It’s about that and the endemic infection in the female psyche.”

Despite the somewhat unusual decisions surround the single release, as ever it’s accompanied with a promotional video. Talk of which is immediately greeted with laughter. “Well it’s a performance video, but, it’s sexy, that’s it. The whole thing with this is that I’m trying to burn down the cross that I’ve nailed myself to. It’s always about that. The illness that endemic in the female psyche, it’s just the way of the world where you’re just valued as an object. I think there’s a lot of power inherent in the feminine. I’ve always known it, used it, abused it myself so I’m can’t really go down a militant route with it because there’s a lot of power and joy within it. But it’s also for someone that’s not strong enough to carry it. It turns people into victims. It’s a very peculiar state I think that we’re in at the moment in history in terms of female objectification because it’s all supposedly coming up roses, but women are more effected by it than they ever were and playing into that role. What I do is hold up a mirror up to people and break it really for them.”

The lyrical content of Queen Adreena is in places beautiful and consistently fascinating.

 “That’s very kind of you,” replies a visually pleased and smiling Katie. “It’s not difficult at all. It just insists on coming out my mouth. I’d rather somebody shouted louder than me to quiet my own noise really. I mean that’s what playing live does, it just shuts the head noise down for a while. There’s so much noise from every angle it gives me a day off really once it strikes up and gets loud. It’s maintenance for me, it helps with survival. You’ve gotta put all that shit somewhere otherwise it turns into cancer.”

Talking about how the lyrics and music intertwine to make the final product, Katie Jane says “Crispin can get terribly upset with me. A song like ‘Silent Undoing’ I just wrote it at home. I’ve got a little wind organ I write stuff on. I’m not a musician, I can play a couple of notes very easily and there’s some chord buttons. For me I always write off an atmosphere. I’ve got six chord buttons and there must so however many combinations of those six chords so I can find that atmosphere that’s drilling in my head for that particular moment. Atmosphere’s everything. Everything that comes out I see in pictures. I’m just interpreting pictures, like snapshots but it’s always very vivid, it’s very much got a black line around it. In a way I have a hotline to the unconscious. Pity me, it’s not the best thing to have and I can’t turn it off. But that’s just intellectualising it. We always try to find clever words to make sense of what we can’t make sense of.”   The live show is one forum where Queen Adreena leave the onlooker completely mesmerised. Talking of playing live, Katie Janes says “I’ll give you the most fantastic and obvious cliché. Things that are important to me are fucking, wine and playing music and that’s it really. This thing of reduction, it’s all been about getting out of the head and into the body so it beats the military drum and calls us to war, and let the war of the fucking psyche commence. Here we are, what else could I be doing that would be more fun?” With a notorious reputation for performance how important an element of your music do you feel performing is? “I’ve always known it’s a real privilege to take the stage, it’s a very highly charged thing to do cause it’s a very un-natural thing to do.”

Do you think so? “Yeah! Why would anyone want to stand up in front of hundreds, hopefully thousands of people and almost beg them to tear one to pieces? Or on the flip side, when you catch the right side of the wave you can run up the sides of buildings and stuff like that, you capture a certain pure essence of something and that’s when magic happens. You step into a different realm. You walk through a door that’s not open very often, but you know you have to walk the knife-edge and be willing to throw yourself off the cliff, and that’s why I mean it’s very un-natural. ”

Taking the stance that it’s un-natural to stand in front of thousands of people and perform, are there any particular messages you hope Queen Adreena convey to their audience? “You know I take absolutely no responsibility for how I’m received; it’s nothing to do with me. I have a profound sense of displacement, like I said before, witnessing rather that taking part. I’m desperate to take part. Maybe everybody feels that, but it’s really under the microscope in my case and I’m very very aware of it. I have absolutely no message. I write little stories and I put them like photographs around myself in order to believe that I exist, or challenge the idea that I exist at least and that’s the beginning and the end of it.”

Flicking through her copy of Black Velvet Katie spots a ‘My Vitriol’ interview and proceeds to reminisce about the band live and mentions her admiration of bassist Carolyn. Continuing to chat about music I ask if there is anything in the current climate of music that interests her. “I don’t listen. Things come my way and I’ll listen to them once, but the thing that really does it for me always is white noise and distortion. I’ll listen to a constant CD of the sea; I lived on a boat when I was a kid. But before that,” pointing into the corner of her dressing room, “even the noise of that fucking fan, I find it really… I find is so reassuring for some reason. The sound of any white noise, like a fan or running water. For me listening to that stuff is like looking in the mirror. There are so many different voices in there and frequencies and harmonics and they tell me what to sing. I don’t mean THEY the great THEY, or the spirits. Just within white noise. There’s just this whole spectrum of frequency and it is like anything, if you stare at it long enough you’ll find a reflection of yourself within it. There’s always a story waiting to be told in there. That’s what I love, the wind, the sea.”

And with that my time with Katie is over, feeling like seconds but transpiring to be minutes. With a gig in a sports theatre looming closer Queen Adreena seem as unsuited to play such a venue as much as the venue paints an unrealistic image of itself. The delicately spoken Katie Jane Garside is one of the most intelligently fascinating women in rock. Collecting up her bunch of flowers Katie proceeds to position them carefully one by one into her hair before returning to the rest of Queen Adreena. For a further insight into the band visit www.queenadreena.com We’re informed ‘Everything is not obvious… explore.’

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Info for Faith In The Future World Tour COUNCIL BLUFFS, IA - JUN 17 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

6:00 PM - Doors Open

7:10 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - The Snuts

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Parking always open

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

THE WHOLE VENUE IS GENERAL ADMISSION ONLY.

Stir Concert Cove is an outdoor, standing room only, venue.

Rain and thunderstorms expected, prepare accordingly!

OVERNIGHT CAMPING WILL NOT BE PERMITTED!

8AM: WRISTBAND LINE PERMITTED TO FORM AT MAIN GATE. WE WILL HAVE 2 LINES: REGULAR GA (YELLOW) AND PARTY PIT/DECK (PINK)

9AM-11AM: SEQUENTIALLY NUMBERED WRISTBANDS WILL BE PUT ON GUESTS' WRISTS UPON ARRIVAL ON A FIRST/COME FIRST/SERVE BASIS FOR THE FIRST 600 GUESTS (PER LINE) OR UNTIL 11AM. GUESTS MUST HAVE A VALID TICKET TO RECEIVE A WRISTBAND. ALL GUESTS IN THE PARTY MUST BE PRESENT.

4PM-5PM: GUESTS ARE ENCOURAGED TO RETURN AT 4PM TO QUEUE FOR ENTRY USING THE SAME LINE AS THEY DID FOR PICK-UP! SECURITY WILL HONOR WRISTBANDS FROM 4PM-5PM.

AFTER 5PM, GUESTS WILL JOIN THE LINE ON A FIRST/COME FIRST/SERVE BASIS.

If you arrive to park before 8am, please stay in your vehicles. No overnight parking.

Subject to change. Check the venue’s socials for updates!

⚠️ HYDRATION REMINDER ⚠️

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Rain and thunderstorms expected, prepare accordingly!

Eat well!

Here are important policies:

Anyone under the age of 16 needs to be accompanied by an adult at all times

Parking: Parking is free and located North of the venue. Handicap parking is available West of the venue near the Harrah's main entrance.

ADA: You will only need a general admission ticket and may enter prior to the public through the VIP gate. We have a handicap section on the east side of the venue at the end of the walkway to the left of the stage. Ask any employee for help. For ADA accommodations, please email Stir Concert Cove at stirconcertcove@caesars.com

Cameras: No professional cameras with zoom lenses are permitted inside Stir Concert Cove. This applies to any video cameras as well. No flash permitted.

Chairs and blankets allowed but subject to search.

Ponchos/Rain Coats allowed

Binoculars allowed

NO umbrellas

NO picnic blankets

NO smoking or vaping inside the venue; you may smoke outside the gates in the Smoking/Vaping area.

NO outside food or beverages

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Marijuana or any cannabis products

NO drugs

NO Coolers

NO Glass, Metal, or Hard Plastic Containers

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Fireworks

NO Laptops

NO Selfie sticks

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO In-line or Roller Skates, Skateboards, Scooters, Bicycles

RE-ENTRY: you must use the exit only gate and re-enter the venue through the entry gates. Upon exiting, you must have your ticket scanned out to be able to re-enter. You must have a ticket to re-enter.

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*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security

For more details click here and here

Bag Policy:

Clear plastic, vinyl or PVC tote bags permitted after search.

Anything above a 4.5x6.5 clutch must be clear

Small or clutch-sized purses or wallets, not exceeding 4.5 inches tall by 6.5 inches long

One-gallon, clear plastic freezer bags (Ziploc bag or similar).

No large purses, bags or backpacks will be allowed inside Stir Concert Cove.

Banners, signs and flag policy:

Flags smaller than 18x24 in are ok

PLEASE NOTE: this venue was impossible to contact and provided minimal information online. If I have more info I will update this original post. Check back for updates, or ask the venue in person if you have more questions.

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at 712.329.6000. You can also access their website. Email: stirconcertcove@caesars.com Check their IG here or Twitter here or Facebook here for updates. Address: Stir Concert Cove-Harrah's Council Bluffs Casino & Hotel. 1 Harrah's Blvd, Council Bluffs, IA 51501