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haee-elia · 1 year ago

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spence-tober: day 23 - sommelier

pairing: sommelier!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which your friend's bachelorette weekend ends with the handsome sommelier's number in your phone

word count: 1896

warnings: alcohol, drinking, a woman (not reader) coming onto spencer

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Unlike some of the other fellow women in the bachelorette party, you were grateful that your best friend, the bride, decided for a more classy approach for her bachelorette weekend.

Although, really anything would be more classy than renting male strippers in Las Vegas and wearing pink feather boas and fake plastic tiaras and getting hammered.

You had also agreed to take any blame for the complains of the other bridesmaids in the party for planning a chill weekend at a nice wine vineyard so your friend could get off scot free.

Perhaps it was the bad memories of vodka and tequila in your 20s that turned the both of you off a bachelorette in Vegas, but you were glad to indulge her wishes for a ‘classier’ bachelorette weekend.

It was just this morning that the whole party had taken a small shuttle bus to the vineyard about two hours away and you were glad to see the tension of your friend’s shoulders lessen as she stepped off the bus. The wedding planning had been hectic for her and you were just happy to relieve some of the burden by taking care of most of the bridesmaids dibacles. After all, you were her maid of honor.

Today on the agenda you had planned, you’d all tour around the beautiful vineyard that stretched on for acres and acres and then have a private wine tasting before retiring for the night to your own devices.

The tour had been absolutely stunning. Seeing the grapes on the vines, just rows and rows of crops for the eyes to see. Then you had seen the large wine cellars where it ages and some of the rooms with large machinery where it was processed and actually turned into wine.

You had picked this specific vineyard because it was on the smaller scale and would be a more intimate experience for your small group. The owners, Jennifer Jareau and Will LaMontagne, greeted you as you arrived off your shuttle. They’re not too much older than you despite owning and operating a small scale wine vineyard.

Your face burned with embarrassment when one of your fellow bridesmaids tried to flirt with Will and was glad when Jennifer didn’t seem too offended by her actions. She was soon warded off with the glimmering of the couple’s matching wedding rings and their adorable 5-year old son who wanted to help show you all to your lodgings.

Your tour guide, however, was not so lucky to escape the flirtations and comments from the rogue bridesmaid. Poor Spencer Reid, you thought quite often as he guided your group around the vineyard. The one bridesmaid was spurned on with confidence when some of the other girls giggled at her comments which were down right dirty.

How Spencer didn’t turn as red as a tomato when she commented about the sizes of the grapes on the vine and then grabbed them in a very very weird way is beyond you. Because you certainly lit up like a Christmas tree.

After finishing the tour, you were beginning to dread the wine tasting and how adding alcohol to the risque girl would be a good idea.

Luckily it so far seemed like she was a quiet drunk and instead left to flock to the rest of the bridesmaids’ sides for the majority of the wine tasting.

As your friends chatted over tasting a few glasses of red wine, you veer off over to the bar where Spencer, your tour guide and sommelier, was polishing wine glasses.

You understand why the bridesmaid was trying to get attention. The man was downright beautiful with his chocolate brown eyes and chiseled jawline. His scruff and wild hair only added to the handsomeness of the tall, slender, man.

“Hi,” You say, getting the man’s attention. You can feel your cheeks warming up with second hand embarrassment, “I just wanted to apologize for my friend over there.”

You point behind yourself to the table where she sits, quietly (thankfully) nursing a glass of red wine. “What she said is completely inappropriate and I understand if you don’t feel comfortable taking care of our group for the rest of our weekend here.”

He smiles at you, gratefully, “It’s okay.” Spencer says shaking his head.

“No,” You reiterate, “It’s really not. I’ll try to keep her away from you and manage her better. That’s really just how she is, but that doesn’t excuse her behavior.” You promise.

He doesn’t comment on your response but instead gives you a smile and puts down the cloth and glass in hand. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asks, gesturing his hand to the wall of wine bottles.

You shake your head, “No, that’s okay. I’m good for now.”

“You’re not a wine drinker?” He inquires curiously.

Shaking your head again, you answer, “I’d just rather stay sober. Make sure everything goes okay tonight and all.” You send him a nervous smile.

This was your first time being the maid of honor for anybody and you just wanted to make sure your friend didn’t have to stress about anything and that she would have a perfect time leading up to her wedding.

“Designated driver?” He guesses.

“More like maid of honor.” You correct lightly.

“Ah,” Spencer says, hands dipping underneath the bar, “So you planned this weekend, then?”

You nod, “Yep! I just wanted to make sure everyone had a fun time.”

Turning your head to glance back to your friend group, your cheeks burn a little in embarrassment when your friend and bride to be wiggles her eyebrows at you and throws you a thumbs up in encouragement.

Thankfully, Spencer was busy mixing up a drink in a smaller tumbler style glass for you and you hope he didn’t see the way your friend was making eyes at the two of you.

“Here, try this,” Spencer says, offering you the drink in his hand.

The drink is a bit bubbly and has a red tint, but is transparent in color and topped with a small sprig of what you identify to be rosemary.

You take it in your hand, but shoot him an inquistive look.

“It’s just club soda, cranberry juice, and a splash of lemon juice.” Spencer informs you, keeping his eyes on you as you take a light sip of the drink.

“Hm!” You noise in delight, looking down at the drink. “That’s pretty good. Refreshing.” You describe, “Why do you have so many mixers in a wine bar?” You question, non-accusingly.

Spencer shrugs and goes back to polishing some wine glasses, putting them back on a holding rack when done. “I used to be a bartender before JJ and Will opened the vineyard to tourists. When they book events, I can still work the bar.”

“So you’re friends with the owners?”

He smiles, like he’s thinking back at precious memories, “Yeah, JJ and I used to work at the same bar. Then they got married and saved enough money to buy a small vineyard. I didn’t want to bartend forever, people get rowdy and wasted every night. So they offered me a job and I took it.”

“That sounds nice.” You comment, then looking back at your friend group again. “But I’m sure you’re still around rowdy drunks every now and then.”

Spencer chuckles at your observation. “Not nearly as often anymore.”

You both laugh a little.

“You know, you didn’t have to apologize for your friend back there.” Spencer tells you, although a grateful expression remains on his face.

You shake your head in disagreement, “No, I did. I booked this weekend and I’m responsible for my group. If I thought I could get her to apologize, I would, but she would likely just flirt with you again. You shouldn’t be subjected to that when you’re just doing your job.”

“Well, thank you.” Spencer says genuinely, “It’s happened more times than you think.”

“Rich wine snobs?” You guess with a knowing smile.

He nods and a grin appears on his face, “Right on the nose. How’d you know?”

“I work in event planning.” You reveal, you take your finger and roam it about the rim of the glass as you talk to Spencer.

He’s propped up against the bar now done with polishing glasses. He’s leaned up against the tall wooden counter and you also realize you’re leaning forward as well. Spencer’s very tall, as he’s standing against the bar top he still towers over you as you sit on a bar stool talking to him.

As you are reminded of the reason you are at the vineyard, you glance once again back to the table of bridesmaids and see them having fun amongst themselves, mixing different glasses of red wine together.

You feel comfortable enough to leave them to their own devices while you talk to Spencer and feel yourself relax a bit not having to worry about the party of women.

“Oh, did you plan your friend’s wedding as well?” Spencer inquires.

You shake your head back and forth, “No, I usually stick to smaller events. Weddings are way too stressful. I’d rather deal with a rich wine snob over a bride or groomzilla any day.”

“Really?” He asks surprised.

You nod and confirm, “Yep, you would not believe some of the horror stories I’ve heard.”

The both of you share a laugh and Spencer leans in a little closer, but hesitates at first, unsure of himself. “Do you live in the area?” He asks cautiously.

You look at him with a slightly confused expression on your face, “Sort of. Why?” You answer vaguely.

He bashfully continues on, “If you’re looking for more work, JJ and Will have been looking for someone to handle the event side of the vineyard. They wanna focus on the wine production part.”

“Oh.” You can only find yourself saying.

“We’re a really small team and don’t have a lot of people full time here, but it’s good work and you’d really only have to come in half the time.” Spencer explains a bit more. Then he leans away from you, searching around the bar for a small cocktail napkin.

He pats his pockets until he draws out a pen and scribbles on the small piece of paper napkin, then handing it to you.

“Go ahead and enjoy the rest of your weekend, but, um, if you’re interested you can contact JJ or Will or, uh, me.”

You accept the napkin from him and look at it, intrigued by the offer. Limiting yourself to smaller scale events led to you usually being busy closer to holidays so it was a good offer. You couldn’t promise him anything yet, especially without talking to the owners, but you’d think about it.

“Thanks.” You say simply.

“And,” Spencer adds on, “just so you know, I wouldn’t be averse to getting to know you outside of work and all either.”

His cheeks and the tips of his ears redden as he looks down at the bar top. You steal a glance at his flushed face and then also steel your gaze downwards when he catches you staring.

Your rowdy friends eagerly and loudly beckon you back to the table and you leave Spencer behind the bar, but not before thumbing delicately at the corner of the napkin with his number on it.

a/n: this was hard to think of an ending but i hope this classifies as a meet cute? i originally ended this with him asking her out but thought that would be a tad inappropriate when he's supposed to be working so i changed it to be a bit more ambiguous. i have another blurb or hc in mind with this pairing so you might see it again...

#criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff #dr. spencer reid #criminal minds fic #spencer reid au #spencer reid fanfic

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vxntagedior · 2 years ago

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i'll be home for christmas

summary | it’s your first christmas when your newborn and now your first christmas without eddie

pairing | eddie munson x fem!reader

warning | angst, fluff ending, eddie is a simp for his wife and baby

word count | 1.5k

“Can you try to put the star up, bubba.” Your eight month old baby, Liza, was in your arms with the Christmas star in her hands. It was the first weekend of December and that was the time that you and Eddie would decorate for Christmas.

Though you weren’t tall enough to reach the top of your overly large tree you chose this year, and Liza’s arms were still so small, so the star ended up on a branch, a couple inches from the top.

“Good job.” You cooed, Liza babbled, pointing towards the star. “That’s right.”

The house was quiet, Eddie was the second leg of the tour for Corroded Coffin. It was his first tour back since Liza was born. After hearing that he would need to leave the day after Thanksgiving, for 3 months it broke your heart a bit.

Hearing the phone ring, you set Liza down in the living room, with all her toys around, keeping an eye on her as you answered the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hey baby.”

You melted at the sound of Eddie’s voice, and though he was only gone for a week, you already missed him. If you were correct, he was in Las Vegas for the second night.

“Miss you.” You whispered, “I set up the tree with Liza and got her to put up the star.”

“That’s great honey.” His voice was wavering. Eddie hated being away from you and Liza. Since she was born, you could tell that it changed his whole world. “God, I wish I was there.”

You didn’t know what to say, starting to change the subject, “You get any photos with Begas showgirls?”

When you heard that the band was gonna be in Vegas, you started teasing about unleashing his inner rockstar hoe phase, something he completely denied because he had a beautiful wife and daughter.

“Yeah, totally.” He said sarcastically, “Went up to them and told them all about you and Liza and how I wanted a picture to put up on the fridge.”

“Oh my god, really?” You were just beaming at this point.

“No.” Deadpanned.

“You’re no fun.” You giggled. “I wish I could stay on the phone, but Liza is about to put something up your nose, love you!”

Eddie kept the phone to his ear even after you hung up, slowly bringing it back down. Going back to the bed, he looked at the photo of the three of you that he brought into the hotel when they checked in the night before.

It was Liza’s one month old party, something that your family did, a way of letting everyone meet the baby for the first time. Three of you were all color coordinated and Robin had snapped the perfect photo where Liza had her eyes open and was looking at the camera.

Looking back at the tour schedule, their last stop before Christmas was in Nashville, about 5 hours away from Hawkins. Eddie went back and forth with the band’s manager, Zack, trying to reschedule the Nashville show so the last show would be in Indianapolis and he would just take a bus back to Hawkins.

Zack loved you, he remembered how when he first met you, in the Hideout way before the band had any stardom. He could see how much the two of you were in love and how you were basically the band's manager before he came along.

“I wish Ed.” Zack sighed, “It’s too late to cancel and reschedule.”

Leaning back in his chair, Eddie looked up at the ceiling not wanting to cry. “Yeah I get it, I’m gonna turn in.”

They’d be on the road to Nashville tomorrow, only a mere few days before Christmas. Zack was able to send all the places they were staying so you were able to send a few photos to the hotel of you and Liza all geared up for Christmas.

It broke him when he saw the matching pajamas the two of you were wearing.

Coming into rehearsal when they reached Nashville, everyone could tell he was out of it. He was grumpy throughout rehearsal, getting into heated arguments when anyone who was willing to talk to him negatively.

Zack couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault. He always listened to Eddie talk about you and Liza constantly, saying how much you missed being away from the two of you especially during the holidays.

Being able to pull some strings, Eddie was able to switch some dates after Christmas so Eddie and the rest of the band could go home and spend time with their families.

Coming back into rehearsals, after getting off the phone with the rest of the management team, Zack saw Eddie getting into a screaming match with one of the people who controlled the lights.

“Eddie man!” Zack exclaimed, pulling Eddie away from the stage. “Let’s go out and take a breath!”

Pulling him outside, Eddie let a frustrated scream. “Fuck!”

“Hey, hey.” Zack grasped Eddie’s shoulder softly, “I know you want to go home and I couldn’t cancel the Nashville show but I was able to reschedule a few tour dates after Christmas.”

Eddie’s face morphed from anger to shock, looking at his manager.

“The next 5 tour dates have been rescheduled for after the new year, so after Nashville, we’ll drive up to Hawkins, hopefully we’ll be there by Christmas Eve and we’ll leave for North Carolina on the 8th, about 2 weeks with the family.”

Eddie could cry, saying nothing, he wrapped his arms around Zack, squeezing him tightly.

“Thank you.” He said sincerely.

Now he needed to tell you, he wanted to run to the nearest phone but once the rest of the band heard the news, they all said they should surprise everyone.

By the time the concert had started, Eddie was giddy, making it clear to everyone in the audience that by that time tomorrow he’d be home with his wife and daughter.

When Eddie didn’t call after the show, something you didn’t mind, knowing how brain was after any show, but when he didn’t call the next morning you were starting to get a little worried.

Soon it was noon, and still no word.

“Zack.” You said the manager’s name. “Is Eds okay, he hasn’t called.”

“Oh I’m sorry honey.” He said sincerely, “The guys went out for drinks last night, and they didn’t come back til god knows who, he’s probably sleeping, let me go check on him and I’ll let him now to call.”

Letting a sigh, knowing that he wasn’t in danger, you said a quick goodbye.

Christmas Eve, and here you were, worried about Eddie. You were sad, but you didn’t want to cry in front of Liza, though she was still little you could tell that she was grasping quickly onto her emotions and yours.

“Let’s hope daddy is gonna have a good Christmas, just like us.”

You were in the kitchen, Liza perched on your hip as you started to make her bottle when you heard someone knocking on the door. “Hmm, Auntie Robin might be early.”

Unlocking the latch, you opened the door expecting to see Robin ready for the playdate.

“Oh my!” Your hand went to cover your mouth, your eyes wide. Eddie stood on the porch, all in his glory. “What are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t leave my girls on Christmas.” He smiled, tickling Liza’s stomach, letting out little giggles, before wrapping his arms around you.

“Oh, this is amazing.” You could cry. Bringing your other hand up to his cheek, letting you caress his skin, you leaned up kissing him softly.

Feeling left out, you felt someone tapping on your cheek.

“Do you want kissies baby.” Eddie smiled, placing his hands under Liza’s arm, getting her your grasp, peppering kisses all over your face. “Dada missed you.”

Coming back inside, you couldn’t believe that he was home.

“How did this happen, what about the rest of the tour?” The three of you were cuddled on the couch, an old Christmas movie playing in the background softly. Since her dad came home, Liza was hyper to be with him soon passing out after her last bottle.

“Zack scheduled the next couple tours after the new year so the band could go home. The past couple days were rough being away from you even though we just started the tour but I didn’t want to miss Christmas with you two.”

“Well I like this present.” You smiled, snuggling into his chest. Resting your head on his chest, your eyes start to flutter softly.

Looking down, Eddie saw you and Liza now both passed out, both of you resting on him. Running his thumb over Liza’s forehead, Eddie leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

All the concerts, all the tours, nothing could compare to being home with his girls.

fin.

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secretlywritingstories · 23 days ago

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no but seriously imagine it | phan one shot

Summary: It has been 15 years since Dan and Phil met. They wake up on the Terrible Influence tour bus in Las Vegas on their anniversary with plans to see My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy later that day.

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: 2024!phan, reality, tour bus, sleepy cuddles, introspection, anniversary

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A/N: Happy phannie day! I hadn't planned to write something but I woke this morning with so many feels and they had to go somewhere! Despite the name, it only references the tumblr post.

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Phil had called it fate. Dan had countered that it was a coincidence.

Yet, they formed their schedule around it.

Phil had reminded him of the meme that had been going around. Of them, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. Back when the bands were never likely to be active at the same time again and the two of them had yet to leave the closet. Clearly, just some tumblr shitpost, an emo multistan wanting to shove all of their interest into one singular moment for the heck of it. But well… all except P!ATD, they’ve kind of got a lot of cards lined up to be knocked down rather neatly.

Down to a festival with MCR and FOB being held on the anniversary of the day that him and Phil met. So, if they made sure to have that date free and be on tour right around Las Vegas, could anyone really blame them? Besides, they’re still emo and fanboys at heart too. It’s one of the reasons that they get their audience like this. They know what it’s like. They also just wanted to be at that festival for the music. A blast from the past.

Yet, it’s something strange to wake on the tour bus, assumably safely arrived in Las Vegas after the drive from Los Angeles. The two of them had stayed up late, wired from the LA show and the crew has clearly been letting them sleep in, even if they’re going to check into a hotel now.

The bed is surprisingly comfortable for a tour bus. Big enough that him and Phil can fit easily, even with their long limbs. No pretending to sleep anywhere but next to each other.

Phil is usually the first one to wake up back at home, but he’ll happily spend at least half an hour right upon waking to scroll TikTok, phone right up in his face to see without his glasses. He’ll only drop the phone if Dan snuggles close and distracts him. Lazy mornings are good.

This cannot be too lazy a morning. They need to be on the move. They’ve got plans for today. It’s a special day after all. A decade and a half. Holy shit, how is that real?

Dan snuggles close to Phil, uncaring if he wakes him. He kind of wants that to happen. Sleeping Phil is beautiful but it’s not just Phil’s appearance that Dan loves, though it is a nice bonus. It’s the mind inside of the man. The personality, the way he jokes, the way he smiles, the way he creates art, the way he holds onto Dan.

Dan was 17 years old when he clicked on an AmazingPhil video for the first time and it had felt like something clicked within him in turn. An instant obsession, he’d thought at the time. Binged all of the videos on his channel. Sat ready for the new ones to drop, so he could watch them immediately. Waited for a few months to tweet at Phil directly. Shoot his shot with this handsome emo boy with a mind so fascinating that it made Dan curious to learn more.

Because the fascination hadn’t lessened, only gotten worse. And now he knew it would only grow and grow.

Back then, he'd dreamt up scenarios of Phil replying. Scenarios of them getting together and living happily ever after. He was a lonely teenager who’d never had a best friend, and he was yearning in a way that felt like it consumed his whole being. He had seriously imagined it.

The vision he’d had ended up coming true in many ways. Maybe Dan should pride himself the psychic one instead of Phil.

Phil stirs a little as Dan pulls him into his arms. Little grunts of half-awareness, not enough to be fully awake, but he still moves closer on instinct. Arms heavy with sleep but reaching for Dan all the same.

Dan couldn’t have predicted this reality for them though. Not in his wildest dreams. YouTube had been a silly hobby for the both of them. He’d only started because of Phil. Wanted to be like him in every way back in the beginning. It was a good excuse for arranging a meet up, when it felt too big to admit that he just wanted to hang out. Be friends, lovers or maybe even something more than just romantic.

It’s because of Phil that Dan got to create so many things that he is proud of. This career that he’s not sure he’d ever have had, if it wasn’t for Phil deciding to turn on that camera back in 2007.

The career that they’ve built together is important. It has made them this life. But it’s not Dan’s favourite part. It could never be, especially when he has got Phil gradually waking up in his arms like this.

His breathing changes slowly, sleep clinging to his body as Phil clings to Dan’s, but it’s a lost cause. He’s been disturbed enough that he’ll wake now. He blinks up at Dan’s face, undoubtedly mostly seeing a blurry outline.

Yet, he smiles, because he always did have an uncanny ability to look right into Dan. It’s got nothing to do with his vision.

“You’re up early,” Phil says, only to close his eyes and snuggle closer to Dan again. Hiding his face in his shoulder and letting out a low hum.

“It’s our anniversary according to the internet,” Dan says instead of acknowledging what Phil said.

Honestly, it’s a day that they’ve just let go by without much fanfare most years. It’s a time where their audience loves to make edits and art of all kinds to celebrate the moment that Dan took the train up to Manchester and they met for the first time. That first selfie in the Apple Store where their much smaller audience was excited to see them together. Oh, the thousands of selfies that have followed after that first one.

You couldn’t have told those two kids. They couldn’t have known. Even if Dan had been hoping. For something long-lasting. For forever.

Iconic, when he struggles with commitment in so many other ways.

But never about Phil. It was strange how he was so certain about him, right from the start. Maybe he was just a hopeful adolescent, so full of yearning, but even back then, nothing had felt like finding Phil. Of meeting him, of loving him.

“Blessed day,” Phil mutters, still clearly tired.

He makes no mention of the fact that it took them a little while longer to put a label on it, but it hadn’t mattered. Not really. Labels have always been one of Dan’s enemies. He felt like nothing could quite capture him well enough, and even now, he feels like nothing can quite capture his and Phil’s relationship still. Perhaps that’s why he’s so prone to spin so many tales and metaphors of it, still grasping for words that can finally encompass all of it.

He is not sure he’ll ever find it, but he doesn’t mind.

Not as long as Phil stays right here, while he weaves each declaration into existence.

Dan reaches down to play with Phil’s hair. Still quite pristine blond in its current condition. The bleach has been a little harder on the hair, but Phil is doing a good job not letting it get too damaged. Takes care of it with that purple shampoo and all that.

Back when they met, Phil was dying his hair black and now he dyes it blond.

Back when they met, Dan straightened his curl into submission, now he allows them to live their best hobbit life.

Dark to light, constraints to freedom. Growth even in their appearances, like all they’ve matured couldn’t help but shine out of them.

“I’m excited for the show tonight,” Phil says, eyes still closed and breathing heavy. He could slip back into sleep if Dan would let him.

“We’re not performing tonight,” Dan says, hand still moving through Phil’s hair. Petting him. He knows that’s not what Phil means but he loves to tease.

Sure enough, Phil pinches his hip. Hard. Enough to hurt really, but no touch from Phil truly hurts. It just makes Dan laugh.

“The festival. It’ll bring me back to my youth.”

“Sure, old man,” Dan says.

It earns him another pinch, this time to his thigh and fair enough, this one does hurt a little. But it stings in a nice way. Grounds him and just makes his smile widen. Phil’s hands all over him is always a good thing.

Before Phil, he was touch-starved. Still feels it creep in when they’re apart for too long. Last time he was in USA doing We’re all doomed, they had gone the longest ever without seeing each other. The touch-starvation came back full force then. Dan was pretty sure he tried to live inside of Phil’s skin when he got back.

He’s so glad they’re back on this continent together for Terrible Influence. He loved doing his solo tour, but this feels right. Not like when he kept turning around with his eyes searching for Phil on instinct.

“I will bite you,” Phil threatens.

And he would. If Dan asked real nicely.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Stop being horny, I’m trying to threaten you,” Phil says but his voice is dancing along the words. Way too amused for them to have any effect.

“Do you think you’ll cry? Hearing the music?” Dan asks, pulling Phil even closer. They’d be fused together soon, but he feels the chill along his spine, remembering the month where he couldn’t touch him.

The only way to starve it off is bringing himself back to this moment. Phil in his arms. Dan might never let go.

“No,” Phil says, and his voice is flat. Deadpan. But then it softens a little. “It’ll be very cool though. To have those two sharing the stage.”

“Yeah,” Dan agrees, but his mind is drifting again.

That’s the thing with collaboration, isn’t it? If you have two people, you really like, it’s only natural to want to bring them together. To see what would happen to have them side by side. Maybe they’ll enhance each other.

Like him and Phil did.

Dan is under no illusion that the two of them would be here if they’d decided to keep their private life entirely private. If they’d never done another video after that first pinof, the interest would not have grown to what it had been.

No, they bound themselves to each other in every way a human really can. Professionally, emotionally, romantically, sexually, reputationally, creatively, socially, physically.

Their very souls could be mates, if you believe in such a thing. It’s hard to remain a cynic about soulmates when you live a life like Dan does. But he will die on that hill. Maybe his and Phil’s souls are made of the same stardust, or whatever, but they are the ones who took fate into their own hands.

Dan saw Phil and reached out. Phil heard him and reached back.

He’ll not let some cosmic force take all of that from them. The cosmic force was not there when they struggled with privacy and uncertainty and all of it coming so close to boiling over. How they weathered the storm and found calmer seas again.

Even when those calmer seas made Dan was to visit land for a while. To feel the ground underneath his feet again. To have Phil be the one on the ship, and after a while, hand stretched and tempting with just a short voyage. To see what would happen.

Dan hadn’t been sure. He hadn’t trusted his own brain. But he’d trusted Phil. Believed him when he said that it would all work out.

And now they’re back on that ship and it’s faster than ever. Gliding through the waves as easily as nothing. Made stronger by all that its endured. Fifteen years on the sea.

It’s Phil’s fingertips on Dan’s chest that brings him back. Pressure, right where his heart is beating. His eyes are open now, and he’s propped himself up on the elbow. Still no glasses, so he can’t see shit, but he looks at Dan like he can.

“What are you doing?” Dan asks.

“Checking your heart, but it’s not racing. Thought maybe you were panicking.”

He can do that sometimes. In the existential crises, when the thoughts spiral too far, too deep, for him to make head or tails of it all. Phil was always the best person to bring him out of it.

“I wasn’t,” Dan answers honestly. “Just thinking about us. Nothing can panic me about that.”

Phil’s snort is telling enough.

Dan reconsiders. “Nothing can panic me about that anymore.”

“Good,” Phil says and then it’s his whole palm on Dan’s chest. Warm and alive. Steady, like the beat in Dan’s heart. “We should get up.”

He lets go of Dan to roll over to the other side of the bed and put on his glasses. He’s just thrown them on, and they’re crooked. Dan sits up and fixes them for him. Phil lets him. Habit.

He still looks sleepy and like he could melt back into Dan’s embrace. Dan might let him, if he didn’t know that soon they’ll find a knock on their door and be told they can check into their hotel room for the night.

It’ll be good to take a shower. Phil still doesn’t let anyone take a shower on the bus.

“We’re got the whole day until tonight. What do you want to do?” Dan asks.

He sees it, the way an idea flickers into Phil’s eyes. Something funny or sentimental. Dan perks up a little before he’d even opened his mouth.

“Starbucks.”

One word. Oh, so simple. But a reference all the same. That’s sentimental. And fun.

They do love a good memory. Hoards them in boxes and store them away safely to be revisited. Their history is special to them. And to their audience, who embarrassingly sometimes know the history better than themselves. They’ll never admit that though, and the audience will never see everything. Just the glimpses that they allow.

But sharing is fun. Having so many people care used to scare Dan but it doesn’t anymore. He and Phil know that they know. It’s been acknowledged and it’s only made things better.

“Sure, we’ll get you Starbucks with Dan,” Dan says and pulls the face, lips pulled taunt and just the barest hint of lifts in the corner. As square as he can make it to mimic the emoji that accompanied that tweet.

Phil tries to shove him off the bed. Fails and just falls into him instead. It ends in laughter, and tangled bodies, because of course it does.

They’ve never been able to resist getting tangled up in each other.

And it’s fitting to start the day with an old reference. Maybe it won’t be the only one today.

#phanfiction #phanfic #phan #19 october #phan fluff

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year ago

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Made For The Mafia

Fandom: American Actor, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie, RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader x Memphis Mafia

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Sonny West, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Lamar Fike, Memphis Mafia

Word Count: 34,000 in 8 Parts

Rating: Explicit

Summary: After a drunken suggestion you and your husband decide to explore a part of your marriage you didn't know existed. Turns out it’s something you’re both pretty damn good at.

Tags/ Warnings: Series of Oneshots, Non Chronological Order, Graceland, Las Vegas, POV Second Person, Attitudes of the Time, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Blowjob Competition, Handjobs, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penetrative Sex, Group Sex, Extra Marital Sex, Threesome F/M/M, Foursome F/M/M/M, Multiple Partners, Semi Public Sex, Car Sex [Tour Bus], Kissing, Kisses, Neck Kissing, Cuddling, Orgasm Denial, Squirting, Creampie, Accidental Cream Pie, Dom/Sub, Dom Elvis, Teasing, Wife Sharing, Reverse Harem, Established Relationship, Marriage, Reader and Elvis are Married, Angry Elvis, Dubious Consent, Admitting Feelings, Angst, LOVE,

Notes: If you haven't thought about which member of the mafia you’d fuck if you couldn't have Elvis you’re a dirty liar.

This is going to be a series of fics but less structured. Basically just lots of p*rn clinging to a vague plot because why not

Update - posted out of order on AO3. Put in order here but they weren't written in order so if theyre inconsistent sorry

A Friend In Need

The Arrangement

The Boss

Taking Care of Business

Playing Favourites

Know Your Place

Last Past The Post

Can’t Say No

AO3 LINK

ELVIS TAGS

@literally-just-elvis-fics @caitlin1996 @notstefaniepresley@18lkpeters @daffieapple @lillypink

#my writing #elvis #elvis presley #made for the mafia #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presely smut #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #Elvis x reader x Jerry schilling #Elvis presley x reader x memphis mafia #memphis mafia #Jerry schilling #red west #Sonny west

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 1 year ago

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The Tour II

Warning: swearing, hint of smut

Colson was surprisingly chill about the idea of you coming on tour. You’re not sure exactly what Ashleigh said to him but whatever it was clearly kept him from throwing a tantrum. When you showed up at his place with your suitcase, he was practically bouncing with excitement. It was the first day in a while that you’d seen him sober.

The tour was beginning and ending on the West Coast. The first concert of the tour was in Las Vegas. That meant waking up pretty early so you could all pile onto the tour buses, to give us enough time to drive the 4 and a half hours, settle into our hotels and get a good night’s sleep so the guys are bright and early for soundcheck the next morning and their first concert. They were only playing for 2 nights in Vegas so after the second night, you’d be driving all night to make the next venue in Phoenix. You think Ashleigh secretly planned it that way so there wasn’t any spare time for gambling or strip clubs but she’d never admit to it, not even to you. You tried to keep up with the tour plan but all the cities seemed to be blending and you narrowed it down to, starting in Vegas, ending in LA. Everywhere else, you’d just learn about when the bus stopped.

“Nothing like the morning of a tour,” Colson grins as you stumble in, coffee in hand and a ‘fuck off’ expression on your face.

“Why aren’t we flying again?” you grumble with a yawn. Of all people, you thought Colson would share your aversion to early mornings.

“Costs too much to fly that many people and bus life is fun as fuck!” he slings an arm around your shoulders and drags you to the couch.

You ignore the butterflies in your stomach as the feeling of his arm around you.

It’s been 10 seconds, don’t start this shit already.

Colson drags you to the couch and pulls you down beside him. He grabs a pillow and rests it on his lap, inviting you to lie your head down and catch a few more winks. Your first instinct is to say no but then another yawn escapes.

“You’ve got time. No one ever gets here in time so I’d say you’ve got a good 30 minutes for some shut eye.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me? I would’ve stayed in bed longer!” you whine with annoyance.

Ashleigh is definitely going to have to give you a rundown of the unspoken rules of tour so you can plan accordingly. Colson just shakes his head and pulls you down so you’re lying across the couch, your head resting comfortably on the cushion. You’re not really sure what to do with your hands as normally you’d sleep with them under your pillow. You push away the mental image of what would happen if you did that now and just cross your arms so you’re hugging yourself. Your breath hitches when Colson begins to draw patterns on your back.

Is Colson normally this affectionate?

You have no idea what the answer to that question is as you don’t spend much one on one time hanging on his couch, especially lately. Normally when you’re together there’s at least two other people and so his attention isn’t solely on you. He continues to run his fingertips along your back in no real method. You’re trying to remind yourself to relax but clearly failing horribly. Colson leans down so his lips are right near your ear.

“Breathe,” he whispers against the shell of your ear and a shiver runs up your spine. Suddenly, you’re not tired in the least. His long fingers entwine into your hair and all you can focus on is his touch. “Your hair always looked so soft, nice to know I was right.”

Your breathing is ragged and you can hear your own pulse. You embrace the feeling of his fingers on your skin. You feel like your insides as he trails his fingertips down the side of your neck. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and you hear him chuckle softly. You roll over so you can see him and his smile makes your heart flutter.

“What’s so funny?” you ask him, biting your bottom lip with embarrassment.

“I forgot what it was like to give a girl goosebumps,” he answers, eyes dark with desire?

You sit up so you’re now face to face and he searches your face for something. The house is silent and it makes the moment feel all that more intense. Colson’s eyes dip to your lips and you lick them instinctively. His t-shirt has a low cut neckline and you can just make out the top of his tattoo inked across his chest. You reach out slowly, waiting for his reaction. He zeroes in on your hand but makes no attempt to move away. You take a deep breath and lightly brush your fingers along the outline of his tattoo. His chest shudders with a shaky breath. You’re moving closer and closer to each other, to where you’re practically sitting in his lap. Colson looks at your lips again and you finally grant yourself permission to look at his. His lips are pinker than you thought they’d be and soft looking.

The sound of the front door opening and loud voices filling the entryway has you jumping off the couch, breaking the strange moment.

What the fuck was that?

You try to look as if you’re casually picking up your coffee from the coffee table and scrolling through your phone when everyone walks into the room, Ashleigh immediately by your side. She’s giving you a strange look but you just ignore it, greeting everyone as they pile into Colson’s living room. Rook envelops you in a hug, kissing your cheek before putting you down and jumping on Colson, who’s still sitting in the same position on the couch. You can feel his eyes burning into your cheek but you refuse to look at him.

“Dude you have a fucking boner?!” Rook practically howls as he pulls the cushion off Colson’s lap. You feel your cheeks heat and you try to cover it up by bending over and ‘fixing’ the laces on your sneakers.

“Fuck off Rook,” he shove his best friend and storms out of the room, ignoring everyone else.

“Tour is going to be fun,” Baze says sarcastically and everyone nods in agreement and your heart sinks at everyone’s pessimistic outlook.

Colson doesn't rejoin everyone until the buses arrive and your heart begins to race as he appears again. He makes an effort to ignore you, not even bothering to look at you when Ashleigh directs everyone to their buses and he hears that you’re on his. On the bus with you two is Rook, Sophie and Sam, the tour photographer. The other bus is Slim, Baze, Ashleigh and Jus. You were surprised that Ashleigh didn’t want to be on the bus with you but she just shrugged you off. You wondered if maybe there was something she wasn’t telling you but you push that thought to the back of your mind. Although you Rook was your friend before joining the group, you believed that you and Ash were close enough to not keep secrets from each other.

Hypocrite much?

Each bus has 4 single bed bunks and a bedroom at the back with a double bed. There’s a small bathroom that has the exact same layout as a plane lavatory and about half the size. Just outside the bathroom is a dressing area/small sitting area with a curtain for privacy. At the front of the bus is a small kitchenette, a lounge area with a small leather couch, a flatscreen mounted to the wall above it, and a makeshift dining table on the opposite side.

When you all pile onto the bus, Colson heads straight to the bedroom at the back, closing the door behind him. You worry that his moodiness will last the whole tour which makes you dread the next 3 months. You wonder if maybe you should talk to him about what happened this morning and…what Rook noticed but you’re suddenly distracted by everyone rushing to the bunks to call dibs on their preferred spot.

“Y/N, do you have a preference considering this is your first time?” Sophie asks, shoving Rook aside so she can block him from picking the top bunk.

“Um I guess I move a lot in my sleep so maybe not a top bunk, in case I fall off?” you answer but it comes out more like a question instead of a statement.

“See! I told she wouldn’t care if I took the top bunk!” Rook exclaims, ducking past Sophie to take the top bunk she’d been trying to deny him.

“It’s still polite to ask!” she scolds him with an eye roll.

You’re about 1 and half hours into the drive and Colson still hasn’t left his room. Sophie has headphones on chatting to her boyfriend in the lounge area, Rook is passed out in his bunk snoring loudly and Sam is fiddling with his camera equipment at the dining table, also with headphones on. You feel a little bit lost without a purpose like everyone else. You contemplate going to lie down and try to sleep but you don’t want to mess up your sleep cycle by napping.

A thud from the back bedroom catches your attention. You hesitate in the small passage between the bunks and the bedroom door, unsure if you should investigate. The sound of Colson swearing has you concerned so you decide you should check on him. You tap on the door lightly and wait for a response.

“What?” Colson barks and you recoil from the door in regret.

“It’s me,” you squeak, opening the door slowly.

The room is bigger than you thought it would be. A bed sits in the middle, built in bedside tables on either side. There’s a small closet right next to the door and storage space above it. Behind the bed is a large window that allows a heap of natural light in, making the room seem double the size. The carpet on the floor looks soft and plush compared to the carpet in the bunk area. The colour scheme is dark without seeming too depressing which is impressive in a way.

Colson is lying on the bed, his long legs hanging off the end, one arm over his eyes and the other underneath his pillow. His face looks neutral and if you didn’t know better you’d think he was asleep but you do know better. His breathing is too shallow and quick for him to be asleep, his lips are set in a tight line and his jaw is flexing intermittently.

“Did you come in here for a reason or just to fucking stare at me?” he spits at you.

You hate the hostility laced in his tone. You’d hoped that after almost 2 hours since the ‘incident’ that he’d be less pissed at you but apparently you were wrong.

“I…I thought I heard something drop and I just wanted to check you were ok,” you answer in a rushed tone, the animosity coming off him making you nervous.

“Fucking fantastic,” he mumbles more to himself than to you.

You stand there on the threshold, the weight of Colson’s anger resting on your chest making it hard to breathe. You feel so conflicted. You want to talk to him and apologise but you know when he’s in the kind of mood that he’s in, it’s pointless and best to steer clear but you don’t want it to be this way between you for the next 3 months.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you blurt out and this finally makes him sit up and look at you.

He seems so large in this small room, your very own giant. You can’t help but feel like Jack, small and helpless. He eyes you for a few moments and you feel like a show dog all of a sudden.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” he lies back down but doesn’t cover his face again. “Sorry for being so mortifed by the thought of being caught with me that you practically ran through the wall to get away from me? Sorry you got stuck on a bus with me for the next 3 months so you’ll be forced to spend time with me?”

That last bit confused you. Why would you be sorry for that? Being on a bus with him for an extended period of time doesn’t faze you in the slightest, as long as he’s not going to be in a shitty mood the whole time. Does he think you don’t like being around him?

“I don’t feel stuck,” you whisper and he sits up to scrutinise you again. His crystal blue eyes feel as though they’re looking into your soul and you have to avert your gaze to hide your embarrassment.

“Could’ve fooled me. Haven’t seen you or heard from you in months, other than when you came to chew me out for cancelling on Cassie but that was the start of summer and it’s now the end of August.”

“I’ve…been busy with work and life,” you counter but even you don’t believe your shitty excuse.

“Right, so it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I've been partying and letting off steam, which apparently to everyone else means I’m in a depression spiral and I need help? You don’t think there’s anything wrong and that’s why you haven’t been avoiding me?” his attitude is starting to piss you off now.

“Unlike everyone else Colson, my world doesn’t revolve around you.”

“Hmm, sure seems like it to me sweetie. All your closest friends are my friends and they all rely on me for their enormous incomes so it seems to me like maybe you’re a bit jealous that you don’t get any of that out of me.”

You can’t believe him. He’s seriously throwing it in your face that you’re not as well off as your friends because you don’t work for him? You want to tell him that it’s not like you’re on the tour for free so technically he is paying you but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. You never thought that your lack of wealth was such a big deal. Did everyone secretly talk about it behind your back? ‘Poor Y/N has to live in that crappy apartment and wear clothes from Goodwill’. They probably laugh about you behind your back. Their charity case that they keep around to make themselves feel ‘down to earth’.

“Fuck you,” you hiss at him. He stands, strides across the room and is in your face before you even have a chance to inhale.

“I’m sure that’s what you wish you could do, isn’t it sweetie?” he sneers at you but there is a hint of desperation in his ocean eyes.

Even though you know he intends it as an insult, there’s something about his question that makes your stomach drop and your pulse quicken. He’s so close all you’d have to do is lean forward half an inch and your lips would be on his, your hands on his chest, which reminds you of that morning.

“I think from what Rook saw this morning, it’s you that wants to fuck me,” you smile sweetly and then his lips are on yours.

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #tickets to my downfall #mgk #mgk imagine #ttmdf #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk x reader #mgk fanfic #mgk angst

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reasonsmandy · 1 year ago

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We're in Vegas!

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Could you please write reader and warren getting married in vegas whilst drunk and on tour with band?

✧.* summary — You guys were passing through Las Vegas with the 'Aurora Tour', and decided to have the full experience of the place.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 3.1k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — So, I knew very little about Vegas before writing this, all I understood from research was what I brought to the fic, sorry if I got something wrong. I just know that I loved writing this one and I hope you do. Good read 🫶🏾

Touring was chaos but it was an incredible ecstasy at the same time, making music was already amazing for you and the band but seeing the fans reaction was perfect. You had two shows in Las Vegas that weekend, the end of the second was now and you felt the vibration of the audience's screams invade your body, as you walk to the front of the stage to thanking the crowd for an amazing night, you feel Warren's arm around your waist as yours drape over Daisy's shoulders and together you bow to all the fans.

"You nailed it cariño” Rojas whispers in your ear as the audience claps and screams in delight at the amazing performance.

“Thank you.” You say back, giving the crowd a final goodbye before heading backstage.

When you all meet among the stage equipment, it was possible to still feel your bones shaking with the adrenaline of what you just experienced. Eddie walks over with a couple of shot glasses in hand handing it to each of you.

“We're in Vegas! We have get drunk before we even get to the party.” Eddie exclaims, drinking his shot afterwards. “Today's show was crazy, we haven't had an audience like that since when? Brazil?”

“Right? I mean, that was insane…” Warren lights a cigarette, taking a drag and offering it to you afterwards. “I'm pretty sure I saw a girl in the audience lift her shirt up for me.”

“Excuse me?” You say, crossing your arms above your chest with arched eyebrows.

“Nothing hermosa, I was only looking at you.” He holds you by the waist, placing a kiss on your temple. You pat his chest lightly, leaning into the thoughtful touch, feeling his mustache tickle your skin.

The bus where you were headed to the place that Rod had rented for you to enjoy, approaching the place you could see the security guard who used to accompany you, collecting the matches that you distributed to those who you'd like to have at the event. When the bus parks, you don't take long to get off and enter the place, illuminated by several lights and several people who don't take their eyes off you as soon as you enter.

The atmosphere is electric, charged with an eclectic mix of music and laughter. The venue is alive with the vibrant pulse of a Vegas night, and the band's presence adds an extra layer of excitement to the party.

The overhead lights cast a warm and inviting glow over the scene. Multi Colored spotlights dance across the walls, creating a dazzling display that matches the energetic beats of the music. The air is thick with the scent of anticipation, a blend of perfume, cologne, and the faint aroma of the party's refreshments. Whispers and sideways glances follow you, an acknowledgment of your status as performers.

Faces both familiar and unfamiliar turn towards you, expressions ranging from curiosity to admiration. Cameras capture the moment as guests try to discreetly document the presence of their favorite rock stars. Sometimes when it was just you and your friends you forgot how famous and relevant you were, which took you like an avalanche every time you saw your fans like this.

You feel Warren hold your hand as you enter the place, her body always feeling at home with his touch. You look at him and smile, he sends you a smirk as he guides you to the quietest place in the room where the rest of the band was hanging out.

“The lovebirds are here, here, two more shots for you.” Karen says getting up from the sofa, dancing as she hands glasses to your boyfriend and you. “Eddie said if we don't stagger out of here he's going to be so disappointed, so drink it up!”

“With pleasure” Rojas takes the two shots and pours them in his mouth, after swallowing them he takes yours. “Take the shots, my love”

You tilt your head back, the glass pressing against your lips as the liquid spills forth, igniting a warm trail down your throat. The sensation is invigorating, a tangible connection to the vibrant spirit of the night. Karen's applause seems to punctuate the climax of the shot, marking a triumphant transition into a state of joyful abandon. Warren cheers in time with her “¡Dale, cariño!”. If you watched Eddie sitting in the armchair next to you'd see a smile grow on his face because he knew that when Rojas started to get drunk he started to speak in Spanish.

As you took more shots, sang, talked and smoked, your perception of reality emptied and the fantasy and alcohol breeze took over your senses. Gradually you did things that made no sense, laughed like goofs and left and nothing else around made sense except you didn't care.

“Oh my God, what's that on your face?” You exclaim, holding Warren's head, looking right into his eyes. “Ah, never mind, that's just Fernando.”

Warren looks at you speechless, you couldn't tell if it was because he didn't understand what you said or because of the drinking and smoking, but then he frowns half closing his eyes.

“I hope you don't find this strange but.” You say with a slurred speech, Rojas continues to look at you with interest. “I named your mustache, it's called Fernando.”

His eyes widen, and you could swear you saw him fill with tears, he takes his hands to your cheek kissing you intensely. You are taken aback by the act but reciprocate, feeling the intensity build within you as their lips danced together.

“Y/N L/N, you're the love of my life.” He says breathless, you open a huge smile.

“Agh,You are worse off than newlyweds.” Eddie says while smoking his cigarette. “Get a room.”

“Oh my God Eddie! You're a genius!” Warren speaks, standing up from the couch at once, looking at the sky as if he had a great idea.

“Am I what, now?” Roundtree seems to snap from a dream, looking at Rojas trying to understand what was going on.

“We should get married.” Warren turns to you, and somehow you sober a little by his word.

“What?” Your body freezes when you notice that he didn't seem to be joking.

“I mean, we're in Vegas!” He says taking her hand. “And I love you, so why not?”

“Rojas, I swear to God, if this is some kind of joke…” You didn't imagine that any of this would happen, nervousness consumed you as the seconds passed.

“Hey babe, there's no way this could go wrong.” He says with a giant smile, holding his hands next. “Even if I'm drunk as fuck right now, I won't regret it because I know you're my person. I love you, are you willing to do this crazy thing with me?”

“You're crazy!” You say patting his chest in disbelief.

“And you love.” He shrugs.

“You bet I do.” You respond, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his curls at your fingertips.

“Does this mean you guys are getting married?” Karen asks, trying to follow the conversation.

“Yeah Karen-Karen, and you are my bridesmaid.” You say pulling her hand to start a celebratory dance.

Eddie talked to approximately twenty people at the party in search of anyone who knew any place where you could put that idea into practice, after a few conversations a woman informed you that the hotel had a space just for this and that you only had to wait a few hours for it to open. So you decided to prepare the decorations.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Graham asks when y'all stop at the door of Billy and Camila's room.

“I'm just calling in a favor! These two had me taking out all my drum lights to decorate their impromptu wedding, the least they could do is help.” Rojas says, as if pointing out the obvious.

“He's right!” You say shrugging, then knocking on their door incessantly.

Billy opens the door with his hair messed up, his eyes still swollen from sleep, from his angle it was possible to see Camila leaning on the bed trying to see who it was.

“The fuck are you guys waking me us up so early for?” As usual, he was grumpy, you roll your eyes… you weren't a fan of Billy at all.

“Go get dressed, you and Cami.” Rojas speaks by touching the older man's shoulder. “We are getting married tonight.”

“Fuck Warren, alright.” Billy closes the door after his speech.

“Oh, I thought he'd ask something.” Warren points out.

“I think at this point he just agrees with everything we say so he won't have to listen to it anymore.” Graham says, making all of you nod in understanding.

“So, what's our next step?” You ask, laying in Warren's hug.

“You don't have to do anything, leave it to us.” Eddie says, putting on his sunglasses even though it was still dark. “You're the bride and groom, all you have to do is relax until it's time for the wedding, so please go to your room and don't come out until I get there.”

“Are we allowed to sleep?”

“Will you hear when I knock on the door?”

“I can't promise that,” Warren says.

“So only naps are allowed.” Eddie says pushing the two of you down the hall. “See you at the altar!”

“Is it just me or does he seem more excited than we are?” You whisper to your now fiance.

…

You hear the knock on the door from the bathroom, your hands go to the doorknob but you are interrupted by the drummer's voice.

“Cariño! What do you think you're doing?” He yells, thinking that you couldn't listen to him well.

“There was a knock at the door babe, are you really going to lock me in here?” You lean against the wooden object, watching your tidy figure in the mirror.

“You know I can't see you before the wedding, that's simple wedding stuff hermosa!” You laugh at the way he expresses his "frustration".

“What am I supposed to do then?”

“Wait for me to leave and then you can follow me.” His voice was muffled, you knew him so well you knew he was running his hand over his mustache. “Nos vemos en el altar, hermosa.”

“I'll see you there.” Your heart warms just thinking that in a few minutes you would be married.

As you step into the grand hotel ballroom, the first light of dawn paints everything in a soft and delicate glow. The large windows filter the early morning sun, casting a warm embrace over the space. It's as if the world outside has paused to watch this moment unfold, holding its breath in anticipation.

Your heart flutters with a mix of excitement and wonder as you take in the scene before you. The drapery hanging from the high ceiling billows like silken clouds caught in a sunrise breeze, creating an otherworldly ambiance. The walls are adorned with cascades of flowers in shades of blush and ivory, their petals kissed by the dawn's gentle touch.

A feeling of enchantment fills the air, and your gaze is drawn to the altar at the center of the ballroom. It stands like a portal to a realm of dreams, framed by arches entwined with ivy and twinkling fairy lights. The soft carpet of rose petals beneath your feet feels like a path paved with love and promises, guiding you toward a new chapter in your life.

You could see all your friends sitting in those chairs, your heart raced as you noticed how worn out they looked just to try to make this special, it was clear that tiredness was present there on account of the crazy night you guys had, but none of that mattered as your eyes met his.

As you walk down the aisle, the wooden dance floor beneath your steps seems to reflect the shifting colors of the sky. It's a journey bathed in a soft, radiant light, every step bringing you closer to the love of your life, Warren smiles at you, you knew that he was too hyperactive to sit still and it was adorable to see his callused hands drumming his leg.

Rows of chairs line the aisle, adorned with fluttering ribbons that seem to dance with joy. Daisy was definitely trying her hardest to stay awake, Eddie was the ring bearer standing at the end of the hall waiting for you to get to Warren to hand over the rings, Graham was probably still with the effect of drinks and his teary eyes were evident. Camila and Billy looked the most sober in this whole situation. The hushed conversations and exchanged whispers create a symphony of warmth and love.

The tranquility of the dawn's embrace mingles with the excitement in your heart. Time feels like a gentle river, flowing in harmony with the emotions that surge within you. The world outside the ballroom fades away, and all that remains is the profound connection between you and Warren.

Warren stands at the altar, a vision of strength and tenderness. His eyes lock onto yours, and a warm smile graces his lips, reassuring you that you're exactly where you're meant to be. Dressed in a tailored suit that exudes sophistication, he embodies the promise of a future built on shared dreams and unwavering love.

As you approach the altar, you're drawn into a world where promises are made and dreams take flight. The delicate morning light wraps around both of you, a silent witness to your love story unfolding in this sacred space.

When you finally settle down in front of your fiance everything goes into slow motion, were you really doing that?

“This is exactly how I dreamed it would be.” Warren claims, holding both of your hands.

“Oh really? You always dreamed of us getting married in Vegas, all of us clearly drunk, me wearing Daisy's stage dress as my wedding dress, Eddie being our ring bearer.” You pause for breath, looking once more around you. “Daisy falling asleep at every word, Graham crying like a baby and... Wait, where's Karen?”

“She realized that this marriage wouldn't be complete without something...” Eddie speaks, adding suspense to his speech.

“Aw, how sweet of her to bring us a gift.” You supposed that's what Roundtree was talking about.

“Oh no, we forgot to get the ceremonialist.” Eddie explains, scratching the back of his neck. “We found out we had to book or something, I don't know, I am really drunk.”

“Yeah, exactly how I thought it would be.” Rojas says, pretending to adjust his tie.

A few minutes later the blonde enters the ballroom with another man, who is quick to position himself in front of you and the drummer, he was clearly very angry at being woken up at this hour.

“Ladies and gentlemen, dear friends and cherished guests, we gather here today in the heart of Las Vegas to celebrate a union that embodies the spirit of love, spontaneity, and shared dreams. Before us stand Y/N L/N and Warren Rojas, ready to embark on a journey of togetherness and endless possibilities.”

You didn't know if it was still the alcohol, but you thought the man's choice of words was funny, and when you peeked up to look at Warren you could see him holding back a smile, probably thinking the same. You smile, feeling that you were marrying the right person.

“In this moment, you stand at the threshold of a new chapter, ready to walk hand in hand through the adventure of marriage. This journey is not just a destination but a lifelong exploration, a promise to cherish, support, and uplift one another through every twist and turn.”

Although excitement is not the word you would use to describe the ceremonialist, his words were touching and made you think of all the moments with Rojas.

“As you exchange your vows, know that the vows you make today are more than just words – they are the foundation of a love that will weather every storm and celebrate every triumph. May you continue to inspire one another, to uplift each other's spirits, and to stand as each other's greatest support. You may now share your vows”

“Oh man, okay.” Warren takes a deep breath, probably trying to focus on just you. “Y/N L/N, you make my heart beat, I'm completely in love with you since I had the opportunity to spend more time by your side, I'm sure no one in this world can surprise me as much as you do and make me understand on a daily basis that I need to be grateful for sharing life with you, in any way. I don't know how you put up with all this craziness today, but I want you to know that I would live tonight forever.”

You feel the tears fall from your eyes, taking a deep breath so you don't break down in front of everyone.

“Warren Rojas you are one in a million. I can say with certainty that my longing for something in my life was fulfilled when I met you.Someone who makes me feel like life isn't real because I would never deserve someone so adorable and amazing, you are the definition of Joy. I love you with all my heart.”

You hear applause around you, probably this wasn't the time for celebration but your friends were too lost to understand everything. Eddie brings out the rings as "Aurora" plays in the background, you smile thinking that they probably don't have any record options other than yours.

“Y/N and Warren, as you exchange your rings, let them be a symbol of the unbreakable bond you share. Just as these rings are a circle with no end, may your love be a circle of strength and endless compassion.”

You can feel chills as the speech nears the end, your hands in his were shaking and he made a point of stroking your hand with his thumb to comfort you.

“And so, by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I am honored to pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your union with a kiss.”

He leans in with a giant smile on his face, you grab his cheeks urgently and kiss him vigorously and happily. Far away in the crowd you hear a camera click but think it was Camila, all of them instantly cheer for you. And by the end of that kiss, Vegas became eternal for you.

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Your writing skills are pure gold. I literally ate your rockstar Eddie posts.

Maybe the next step could be the tour and y/n accompanying Eddie as much as she can. Both living the tour life? And how about a spontaneous wedding when they have a show in Las Vegas? Nothing is more rockstar than a wedding in Las Vegas!

thank you so much!! so Eddie and y/n don't get married until 94 and that fic is coming - don't you worry. but your wish is my command! this is a bonus fic. a huge thank you for 500+ followers. thank you for enjoying everything and being a part of this story.

half the world away (rockstar eddie munson x reader) 4k / fluff / smut / slight angst

a direct follow up to rockstar eddie munson is gonna get the girl and god help anyone who stops him you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist!

Corroded Coffin’s first nationwide tour for their debut album started in New York with a full house. It started the precedent that Corroded Coffin were the must see band of 1989, it's also where you and Eddie parted ways. Much to Eddie’s despair, your work whilst flexible, couldn't allow you to chase your boyfriend round the country in a tour bus. Between weeping tears and desperate kisses, you said goodbye before Eddie got onto the bus, departing New York to complete the East Coast leg of the tour – leaving you behind. For a month you would be apart, only rejoining him in October for the West Coast dates. It was the longest you'd ever been apart since meeting earlier that year in February. Since confessing you were in love with each other over the summer, you could admit your heart ached without him, like part of your soul left on the tour bus with him. Ultimately you were pleased and proud, despite the boys insistence it was okay, you knew this was their first tour and they needed to experience it just the four of them without you crashing. Gareth had pinky promised to look after him and he had.

Before every gig, no matter the time zone, Eddie would call and you'd run through a pre-show ritual you'd developed over the weeks. Before you could ask anything, Eddie would insist on knowing every detail he was missing; what happened at work that day, what you ate and how you slept. As if he wasn't the one living the adventure. Then in return he’d recap the night before, how their journey had been, what his review of this city was and what the guys plans for the set were. Tonight’s show was Texas before the band took a week break in California then making their way through the west coast, curving over the top of the country and ending up in Indiana again. You were supposed to meet Eddie in California in a weeks time but some sweet talking to your boss found you on the plane from New York to Austin, Texas. The past month you'd been meeting deadlines early in hopes you could persuade your work to let you finish early and using the California offices before following Eddie on the last leg of the tour. In the months you'd been together you'd discovered one thing; Eddie would do anything for you and loved surprising you. Whether it be as simple as keeping your favourite snacks stocked to cancelling his whole schedule to nurse you when you had tonsillitis to surprising you with your favourite flowers. For once, you wanted to be the one surprising. It had been hard to keep your lips sealed as you heard the broken turn in his voice over the phone when he confessed how much he missed you. It was nearly impossible during last nights phone call when he said he’d call you tomorrow, to not burst into giggles and say he wouldn't need to call.

Eddie was pacing anxiously as he dialled your number for the fifth time only to again be met with torturous rings. He was cursing himself for not having another way of contacting you, for never getting your work or neighbours number incase of emergency. He felt sick, he had heard your voice twice a day for the last thirty-two days, it's what kept him calm everytime he realised he was on tour and all these people were paying to see him. Your soothing voice was the only thing that helped him feel grounded. He was frantic now, rambling round backstage begging anyone to point him in the direction of another phone incase the one he'd been using was faulty. On his third phone he decided this wasn't technical errors - you weren't there. Eddie stared at the phone as the dead line hummed, the jarring noice only adding to his nausea. His mind raced with possibilities, none of them he liked.

Were you okay? Had there been an accident? Did you forget? Were you angry at him?

Eddie hadn't been pushy with the calls, every night he reassured you it was okay if you had plans and couldn't make the call but so far you had everytime without fail. Even when you'd been out you'd found a phone behind the bar, easily charming any staff into letting you use it to call your long distance sweetheart.

The rest of Corroded Coffin watched anxiously at Eddie’s panicked ranting. They knew exactly why you weren't answering but they'd been sworn to secrecy and didn't want to ruin a surprise that he'd be grateful for in two hours time. Once it was show time Eddie felt awful knowing these fans had used their hard earned money to see him, he'd been there before, saving every penny to see his idols. But instead he could barely hear the music or the audience cheers, all he could picture was you hurt: hit by a taxi, fallen down the stairs, mugged, murdered, somewhere alone and in trouble when he should be there to protect you. There was also another horrifying possibility that nagged at Eddie, despite knowing you'd never believe anything, he couldn't help but fret Carla or someone like her had fed you something to make you angry at him. Eddie is grateful the set list had stayed the same, drilled into him so much that playing was instinctual and any mistakes were hidden by the other guys who could see him chewing his lip out the corner of their eyes. By the time the gig has finished, he's running off stage. Shouting a ‘Sorry man!’ at the roadie he just hurled his guitar at. Gareth is quick on his heels, not wanting him to go awol and miss the surprise. Luckily Eddie is back at the phone, rapidly punching in your number before chewing his nails as he's met again with taunting rings. Gareth carefully approaches, careful not to spook his friend.

‘Hey bro… I'm sure there's a totally reasonable explanation. Why don't we head back to the bus?’ He attempts to carefully guide Eddie towards the exit but he digs his heavy boots into the ground.

‘No Gareth! You don't understand! Something is wrong, I know it. I gotta keep trying!’

Gareth sighs, attempting a new tactic.

‘Well if you get on the bus, you can get to the hotel where you can dial to your hearts content from the room. Right?’

Eddie nods his head letting his now red nails find his mouth again as he allows Gareth to tug him along. The rambling continues all the way to the bus door and Gareth is thankful you're not actually in trouble because he's not sure he could cope listening to the improbable situations falling out of Eddie’s mouth such as ‘rats are getting really fucking big in New York now man. What if one got her? What if it came up the fire escape?’

They're in the living area of the bus when Eddie tries to double back and return to the venue,

‘Fuck!’ He whelps, 'shit, I should've called Marissa. Got her to go round and check on y/n. Fuck I gotta go call now!’

Gareth swoops round to barricade the door, attempting to block the exit of his friend who towers over him.

‘Good god man!’ Gareth cries, ‘just go check you've got all your stuff in the room and then we’ll get you to the hotel. There you can call Marissa, the mayor, fuck me, we can even call President Bush and see if he can track her down.

Eddie groans, scowling at Gareth as he opens the door to the bedroom area. He's puzzled to see a smirk spread over Gareth's face before leaving the bus completely. Brow furrowed, Eddie turns to face into the bedroom and his hand drops from the handle.

There you are, perfect and in one piece, just as Eddie left you in New York. Your sat on his bunk wearing a new Corroded Coffin t-shirt from the tour and somehow looking more ethereal than ever. Eddie bounds over to you, the force of his steps and the leap onto the bed causing the bus to shake. You're in fits at giggles over his eagerness, Eddie’s face immediately burying his face into the crook of your neck. He's completely flattened you with his chest whilst he straddles you and you can feel wetness on your neck. Eddie looks up at you his hands grasping either side of your head, stroking back your hair and you can see tears escaping his big brown eyes.

'You're here…’ he barely whispers.

You smile at your sweet boy, your hands now brushing back his curls and fringe so you can take in the face you missed so much.

‘Yeah, Eds. I’m here baby.’

Slowly the shock and overwhelming emotion leaves his face, replaced by his most smitten grin. He dives back into your neck, smothering all exposed skin in kisses between his confessions.

‘I…missed…you…so…much…sweetheart…I can't… believe…you're really…here!’ His kisses and curls tickle you.

‘I missed you too baby. I never even went back to my apartment. Just stayed in yours, needed to be surrounded by all your Eddie-ness.’

He's beaming at your sentimentalism until he remembers the panic he was in just minutes ago. Eddie’s face turns into a childish sulk and he begins to bat at you gently for worrying him.

‘Hey!’ You gasp, ‘what the hells that about!’

‘You scared me! I was so worried! Missed our call! I thought something happened to you’ Eddie moans and you can tell by the look in his eyes how genuinely worried he was. You pull him down to your chest and press kisses to his head.

‘Oh, Eds… I'm so sorry. I didn't think. But I'm here now, yeah? We’re back together now. I needed to see you, couldn't wait any longer.’

Eddie peaks up at you and nods and whispers, 'thank you baby, the best surprise I ever got,’ a dark look comes over his eyes and a smirk appears, ‘wish you'd worn nothing but a bow though.’

Later when you arrive at the hotel, Eddie is dragging you to the room. The second you're through the door he's throwing your bags down, manhandling you and throwing you on the bed before crawling on top of you. Your hands roam his body, desperate to reacquaint how he feels under your touch. Eddie’s eyes are closed in complete bliss as you lean up to kiss him. Instantly your lips melt together, craving to taste each other again. You're both desperate as your tongues meet, eager to get as close as possible. You bite Eddie’s lip as you pull yourself apart to catch your breath.

‘God, I love you,’ he pants.

'I love you too Eds.’

For a while you just look at each other, taking in every little detail of the other that you've missed as hands trail over bodies.

'Shall we get into bed?’ you sigh contentedly. Eddie nods.

Eddie’s breath hitches as you appear from the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile.

‘No pjs sweetheart?’

You shake your head. 'Don't think they'd be staying on long,’ you purr.

A groan leaves Eddie’s throat and his hands grab for you.

‘Get. Here. Now.’

There's no need for him to persuade you, you're skipping over and straddling him immediately. Every part of you has ached for every part of him for over a month. His lips at immediately on your chest, dotting kisses over your breasts and his fingers run over the curves of your body. You sigh blissfully, feeling relaxed finally now your skin is touching.

‘Need you Eddie.’

He murmurs in agreement, feeling the growing wetness from your folds through the thin fabric of his boxers. In return you can feel his aching hardness.

‘Going to fuck your girl good, baby? Like I'm your favourite groupie?’ You chuckle.

Eddie looks up and the look in his eye makes your heart stop, he looks serious but his chocolate eyes full of so much adoration.

‘No sweetheart. I'm going to make love to you, make you feel how much I've needed you with me this whole time.’

A gasp escapes your lips as he carefully flips you over so you're lying down and he hovers above. Lips reuniting in a deep passionate kiss, inhaling the other. Your fingers pull at his waistband and Eddie sighs as his throbbing cock is freed and you sigh at the sensation of your bodies completely bare against each other. Without realising, you're pushing your hips up to feel his length against you, both of you mewling at the friction.

Foreheads pressed against each other as you both whimper as you grind against each other. Wetness covering Eddie’s length as he slides between your folds, catching your clit as he makes each movement.

‘Need-need you inside Ed’ you pant. Eddie tries to compose himself so he can form words.

‘Not… not yet sweetheart. I just - I really need to taste my girl, okay? It's been so long.’

You can only nod as he litters kisses down your sternum, between your breasts, your stomach where he licks a stripe down to your belly button and then continues his kisses until he reaches your mound. Eddie doesn't care, he can't resist burying his nose into your triangle of curls. Inhaling your most natural smell, it's soothing, it's like home. It makes you giggle slightly, endeared at how blissed his face is. Your giggle is stifled as your mouth turns into an ‘O’ as Eddie quickly buries his mouth this time into your folds. His wide tongue lapping you with one broad swipe, his face blissed at the taste of you. Then his mouth finds your clit, suckling it causing your head to fall back against the pillows. The sensation alone nearly unravelling a months worth of pent up sexual frustration. Eddie brings his thumb to replace his lips over your bud as he watches the way your hands seek out your breast, pinching your nipples. He sees how hard you're trying to keep your head up so you can look at him. But regardless of how overwhelming the pleasure is, it's hard to look at Eddie when he's like this, his big eyes dark and sparkling with primal lust and love. Your mouth is agape and your eyelids fluttering as he continues to rub your clit whilst fingers circle your entrance.

'You're so beautiful like this,’ he croons, 'I can't believe somehow I make you feel like this.’

Your hand reaches to caress his face, you're sure he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

‘Eddie… no one has ever made me feel like this. No one ever will. My pretty boy.’

The nickname makes him moan and reattach his lips to your clit as he slides a finger inside you. You can see how he's started to rut against the bed and you're longing to make him feel good too. Struggling to speak you manage to whimper out

‘I-I need you… inside b-but it's been a month. Need you to warm me up.’

Eddie freezes and looks up at you, his pupils now fully dilated.

‘A month? Sweetheart… have you not touched yourself since I left?’

You bite your lip, a little embarrassed as you shake your head.

‘No. Wanted to wait for you… it's not the same now I know how it feels with you.’

Eddie isn't sure whether to cum right then and there or cry over how much you need him so he settles with making his girl feel amazing. He slides another finger inside, scissoring them to ready you for his thick cock.

‘Fuck, baby. I don't know what I ever did to get you.’

He fastens his fingers inside you as he returns to sucking your clit. Once he feels your fingertips begin to dig into his scalp and hears how loud your pussy is getting for him, then he knows you're ready.

Eddie comes back up, arms propping him above you. Your mouths meet and you can taste yourself on his tongue, it only makes you more desperate to feel him inside you. You're longing for the closeness and reuniting of your bodies that can only come with feeling his cock within you.

‘Please, please, I need you inside me,’ you beg now.

Eddie spreads your legs further and guides his cock to your entrance. Both of you watch where you finally merge as one. Both moaning at the euphoria of your bodies finally joining again. You cradle each other's faces as he begins to thrust into you, tantalisingly slow. You look at each other adoringly, eyes filled with so much love.

'Nothing compares to you sweetheart,’ Eddie pants.

Eddie takes your thighs, draping them over his shoulders. The new position allows Eddie to bury deep inside you. The feeling is overwhelming filling and you love it, knowing you're physically unable to get closer to him. His movements remain luxuriously drawn out, his tip dragging past your sweet spot each time. You're only left with the ability to mewl, mouth agape. He begins to fasten feeling the way your walls clench him, making his balls clench in return. You reach out to pull him forward, giving you access to kiss and suck his pulse point in his neck causing him to keen your name. But your movement some how manages to bring him even deeper inside you and it makes your body freeze in shock and pleasure.

‘Oh god, Eds… I need you to cum there. Deep. Inside’ you gasp.

His pace fastens but remains as hard, ensuring he completely fills you.'Christ yeah okay baby, god I can feel how full of me you are… look at your belly.’

And he's right, as Eddie hits the deepest he can, your belly bulges with his cock and it makes you whine knowing he's completely taken over your body and heart. The pair of you struggle to look away, only doing so because Eddie's quickening pace has your head falling back.

‘I don't think I can last much longer sweet boy, it's too good,’ you're practically whining.

‘Me neither baby, missed fucking you so much.’

Eddie brings his hand now to rub at your clit and your stomach tightens instantly, your thighs clenching his neck. The noises you make are pornographic and drive Eddie wilder, near folding you in half so he can steal away the noises with a kiss. You make your walls pulse around him to edge him further and it leaves you mouth moaning into each other's open mouths.

'I'm gonna cum Ed,’ you cry, ‘I love you so fucking much.’

He grunts, ‘fuck. Sweetheart say it again please.’

He's thrusting now deep and sloppily, his thumb pressing fast circles into your swollen clit.

‘I love you I love you Eddie,’ you wail as your climax hits you harder than ever before. Your legs spasm round his neck and your fingers tighten round his biceps.

'Jesus fuck I love you too y/n,’ he gasps as he says your name, his cum spurting deep inside you. He shudders and another rope fills your walls.

Eddie collapses on top of you, exhausted after finally spending the cum he'd also been saving for you. You both pant as you brush away his fringe from his eyes. Both of your eyes and drooping, completely fucked out. After a while, he attempts to move but you stop him. He quirks an eyebrow at you.

‘I… I need you to stay inside me. I've missed you so much… just need to stay close.’ Eddie’s heart melts at your need for him, he tucks your wild hair behind your ear before pressing a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose.

'Of course. Anything for you, sweetheart.’

Carefully, he rolls you both over so you're on your sides. One of your legs hooked around his waist, allowing him to stay inside you. Both of your eyes begin to close and his cock softens inside you. Relaxed for the first time in a month now you're reunited, you both fall asleep, bodies intwined.

Everyone can't help but notice how the tour improves drastically with your presence. Eddie has never played better in his life knowing you're metres away, eyes full of awe and pride at your boyfriends talent. The way you fit perfectly into his life like this only adds to the lingering feeling you're meant to spend your lives together. Every night watches how you chatter with the roadies, always offering help, how you make sure the band has always eaten and are feeling good, how you point out shy fans to Eddie and how you love being immersed in the after parties. No bitterness resides you after the Carla situation, the usual girls who follow their shows respect you and apologies for her behaviour. Eddie’s heart melts at the sight of you tipsy and mouthing along to his songs. Then at parties how you fawn over him chatting every bartender and security guards ear off about how the guitarist is your man. That along with the t-shirt you'd shamelessly produced that read ‘PROPERTY OF THE LEAD GUITARIST’, Eddie has never felt so supported, so loved in all his life.

The tour bus had been upgraded with a mattress on the floor for Eddie. He insisted on taking it whilst you took the bottom bunk it was placed alongside. Both your lip reading skills developed rapidly so you could continue to talk to each other long into the night without disturbing the other guys. Unable to fall asleep in each other's arms like you'd both prefer, you found yourselves drifting off; your hand dangling over the edge of the bed so Eddie could hold it all night. More often than not you woke up fingers still intertwined unless Eddie had sneakily pulled you out of your bed overnight so he could feel your full weight on top of him. The guys were deeply grateful for not having sex in the bus so it resulted in you and Eddie getting creative with locations for the few weeks you were on tour. Bathrooms and dressing rooms across the country were marked by you both. Praying the pulsating speakers covered the noises of your moans and Eddie’s balls slapping against you as he bent you over sinks and sofas or propped you up against bathroom stall walls. Eddie insisted he played better knowing his cum was dripping out of you backstage or that you were struggling to stand, legs still trembling after having his face buried in your core.

The final show was in Indiana and butterflies filled you both, knowing the last time he played here is when he met you. It was the most meaningful show of the tour. Neither of you needing to say a word as your hands gripped thinking about it. You went into the crowd to meet the whole gang who'd travelled into the city for the gig. Eddie played like a man possessed, his eyes unable to part from yours the whole time as you stood with everyone he loved most at the barriers in front of the stage. Seven months ago he was performing here in Indiana, not knowing the person he'd spend the rest of his life with was there and now you're stood in front of him, beaming and bopping around. Eddie wonders if this is heaven, convinced this is the greatest sight in the world, watching you carefree and excited just from watching him do what he loves. He watches your face turn to confusion as during the encore he starts with some unfamiliar notes. It's a new song, your song. Eddie wrote it whilst longing for your presence on the first half of the tour. Tears well as you realise this song is describing you. Steve, Dustin and Robin grin seeing the love between the pair of you, thrilled their meddling resulted in their friend getting the love he deserves. As Eddie reaches his solo you mouth 'I love you.’

Never taking his eyes off you, he mouths back 'I love you too, always.’

Eddie can't imagine playing music now without you by his side. The two things that saved him.

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