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finalgirllx · 2 months ago

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guitar teacher!ellie x smartass!reader thank you for all the meet-cute requests @thatdammchickennugget -- they are my absolute favorite and this one is a classic. i plopped a lot of my real life into this lmao. i kinda wanna do a spicy part 2 here. idk. we'll see!

you wait with bated breath inside the cramped, soundproof lesson room at your local music store, where you signed up on a whim to learn the guitar. it’s an impulse decision, really—all but doomed to be just another tick off the ever-expanding list of random cool skills you’ve tried. at the very least, you hope maybe you can whip this one out to “impress the ladies.” maybe even serenade them with some songs and actually sound good doing it—lord knows many have endured the clunky chords of a red hot chili peppers song from some mediocre man already.

you clutch your new guitar semi-awkwardly, plucking the strings and lightly tapping the cool basswood. you can tell that the tune is off, but damn if you know how to fix it. you wonder if you’ll abandon it after the first 40 minutes, just like most other hobbies you’ve sampled.

in your hasty decision-making, you hadn’t even requested a specific teacher. you’d only ever seen middle-aged men employed here, which is fine. you trust their experience, picturing some warm-hearted old rocker coming in and showing off his tried-and-true tricks. what you don’t expect, then, is when the door opens and a girl your age enters the room, extending her hand to shake yours.

“hi, my name is ellie. you’re the one here to learn guitar, right?”

you shake her hand, eyes glancing over her form, trying not to seem like a dumbfounded creep. jeez, she’s cute. she has reddish-brown hair in a choppy bob, freckled cheeks, green eyes, and a dorky smile. she’s adorned in a faded blue jacket rolled up to her elbows, revealing arm tattoos, and a ragged t-shirt with a band you’ve never heard of. and this is the cutie who will watch you fiddle with out-of-tune strings and act like a complete dumbass? you half hope the ground will swallow you whole.

“yeah,” you manage to reply once you remember how to speak. “that’s me. word of warning: i really don’t know what i’m doing, so i’m, like, a total beginner.”

ellie chuckles reassuringly, likely having heard that tired statement a million times over. she gently picks the guitar up from your lap, inspecting its quality. of course, in her hands, the instrument looks like it was made to be held by her. “hey, that’s fine. everyone starts somewhere, right?” she gets to tuning the strings as naturally as breathing.

“so, what’s got you interested in learning?” ellie suddenly asks, just to fill the dense silence of the room. your mouth runs dry, struggling with a response that doesn’t sound as idiotic as “i’m an obnoxious flirt.” she catches onto your fumbling, adding, “what? wanting to look like a badass guitar god, hm?”

“calling yourself a badass, then?” the tongue-in-cheek question escapes before you can rein it in. ellie pauses her tuning to look up at you, and your heart drops to your stomach. she’s going to kick you out, you reckon.

“i mean… you are staring at me with your mouth open. must be in awe of my guitarist badassery or something. i don’t mind,” ellie replies with a knowing, smug smile, then returns to helping your sorry ass tune up your guitar.

yep, you definitely need that hole in the ground right now.

after that rocky introduction, the lesson takes on a more professional atmosphere, with ellie explaining the basics. she teaches you about the body of the instrument, the strings, and some basic history—you name it, and she knows it. it’s clear that ellie is enthusiastic about the guitar, her interest rubbing off on you, which does not help your case with how cute you already find her.

you try your best to be a good student, which isn’t the energy you typically bring to all your other short-lived courses. there is something special about ellie’s passion—how her lips move as she speaks about it, how her eyes light up, her fingers curling against the strings while demonstrating songs—it compels your attention. you listen respectfully to the multitude of rambles she embarks on and cuts short whenever ellie realizes she has led you too astray from the basics.

at approximately the 38th minute of the 40-minute lesson, you realize that you haven’t attempted to actually play the damn thing. ellie must have come to the same realization, flashing a tilted smile, hoping you aren’t too annoyed that this instructional course devolved into a ted talk, a worry she couldn’t possibly be more wrong about.

ellie assists your clumsy self in positioning the guitar onto your lap, showing you how to hold it correctly. the closeness has your heart racing, and every touch sends shivers through you—you hope the internal gay panic doesn’t translate outwardly. ellie takes her time helping you press your fingers onto the correct strings and frets to play a simple “c chord.” her fingers guiding yours with such precision causes your thoughts to veer into thousands of inappropriate possibilities. the pose feels a tad contorted, your fingers placed in a way totally foreign to you, but her reassurance builds your confidence to try. she crouches before you, making final adjustments before her greens glance back up to you expectantly, waiting for you to try.

you strum the one chord—a passable sound that resonates throughout the guitar. it gets the job done but, of course, lacks the flow that ellie could have had. but ellie is proud, her genuine smile and silly applause flustering you.

you find yourself feeling more accomplished in this single instance than in the last three skills you’ve tried combined.

“good start, guitar god. i’ll show you another one—if you think you’ll stick to a second lesson,” ellie then suggests, an endearing smile on her face as she watches you absent-mindedly fiddle with the individual strings a bit more. an effective bargaining tactic for sure.

“yep, no problem.” easiest commitment you’ve ever made.

"hell yeah," ellie rejoices, reaching out one last time to high-five you. she looks delighted. just happy to have a new, consistent student, of course--that has to be it.

you sign up for another lesson after—and maybe another. and another.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams tlou2 #tlou2 #lesbian #wlw

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ell-es-dee · 11 years ago

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☣ hallo !! im nawt the best at making intros so.. here's the best one i could put together... (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

⤷ before you read just know that if you are very judgemental you do not belong here

💊 namehoard: toxin, sayori, yakui (main name), cyanide, lithium, radium, cyber, marigold, bonnie, keta/ketamine, hazard, strawb, nyacifier, chlorine, zombeh, bena/benadryl, poptart, kona, hikkie, valentine, biscuit, flandre, redrum ++ any fictionkin names are fine!!

💊 nonbinaryflux intersex boygirl, aroaceflux and pomoromantic ++ xenogenders

💊 pronouns: it/xe/lean/glitch/nuke (use any other and i will give 1 warning, and if u continue it will become a block.

💊 all of my aesthetics/subcultures (very passionate about them && will block if disrespectful): larpercore, juggalo, cultcore, doomer, slimepunk, necrotrap, bastardcore, terrorwave, incelcore, grunge, gopnik, slavic, jumpstylecore, oddcore, toxiccore, glowwave, icepunk, breakcore, acidwave, drvgcore, kinderwhore, trashcore, urbling, scemo, shinora, gurokawa, rokku gyaru, hadeko, clowncore, yamanba gyaru, maidcore

💊 i have some disorders,, iwc always ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა (i swear im nice)

💊 some of my main fandoms: fnaf, yandere simulator, class of 09, ddlc, lucky star, creepypasta, eddsworld, south park, monster high, tyler the creator lore, mlp, strawberry shortcake, homestuck, vocaloid, gorillaz, nijura maids (i dont support the creator 😕), cry of fear, touhou, anything dr suess ++ more

💊 top fictionkins;; ticci toby (crp), yakui-san (nijura maids), billy lenz, nicole (class of 09), kyle broflovski, wendy torrence, carrie white, sayori (ddlc), midori gurin (yansim), karkat vantas, bonnie (fnaf), tord (eddsworld), derpy hooves (mlp), tavros nitram, applejack (mlp), toko fukawa, biscuit tan, natsuki (ddlc), karen (class of 09), meatwad (athf), sayaka maizono, hamtaro, stanley mitchell, shitai-san, cassie (skins) clownpiece (touhou), flandre scarlett, cirno (touhou), takane yamashiro ++ wayy more.. (pfp is probably who im kinshifted as) also im fine with doubles & mediamates!!

💊 some of my favorite music artists;; smashing pumpkins, jazmin bean, sharkdrug, yabujin, korn, icp, limp bizket, kmfdm, nirvana, 2pac, 4lung (i dont support the creator), bloodhound gang, cannibal corpse, foo fighters ☹️, weezer, gorillaz, kendrick lamar, lagoyo, red hot chili peppers, tyler the creator, basement jaxx, pierce the veil, deftones, ayesha erotica, slipknot, msi, hole, sematary, live (band), dmx

💊 fave movies/shows: scream, saw, skins, the united states of leland, ANY tim burton movie, final destination, american psycho, the office, impractical jokers, south park, rick & morty, twilight, pulp fiction, amercian horror story, heathers, carrie, pet cemetery, breaking bad, mlp, edd ed and eddy, the twilight zone, goosebumps, athf, tmnt && others

💊 if you get triggered by drvgs or hospitals my blog is NAWT for you :o(

💊 moodboard account: @noapologiesbynirvana

💊 i have chronic sickness, and use hospitalcore/medcore to cope.

💊 pro dance dance revolution player 💯💯

💊 huuuuge mountain dew, surge & sprite fan

💊 feel free to ask for my discord !!

💊 dni: basic dni, anti fictionkin/otherkin/etc, anti furry, anti therian, transphobes, homophones, TRUE CR*ME COMMUNITY/COLUMB*NERS (im recovering), people who support trump (YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!!!), nsfw blogs, toxic stans (any community), shedblr (thin ice,, im recovering)

💊 gonna leave it at that for now,, might add more later !! ^_______^ 🌀🌀

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jakeyzzz · 5 months ago

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I could have lied

( angst/fluff ) sunghoon x f!reader oneshot

masterlist !

warnings - { heartbreak, crying, swearing, alcohol, drunk calling, kissing, making out, angst with a happy ending, sunghoon becoming a dad }

let me know if i missed anything !!

english is NOT my first language so please be nice!

2.6k words!

'' What the- ... it wasn't even supposed to rain today! '' You angrily whispered to yourself as soon as a few raindrops started falling from the sky.

Your day wasn't going too well. Your boss was getting on your nerves, you spilled some very hot coffee on your freshly washed clothes, you missed your bus home , and now it eventually started raining. You were in the middle of nowhere, and you had no umbrella to save your clothes from getting drenched in water. So you had no other choice than running home.

'' Slow down ... your shoe laces are untied ! '' You suddenly heard a familiar voice say from behind you. You knew exactly who it was, and it made your blood boil. That's why you tried to ignore the person behind you by quickly tying your shoe laces so you could quickly get out of his sight.

But you weren't quick enough.

He was quick enough to hold the umbrella over your head, preventing you from getting even more wet than you already were. And you hated yourself for feeling something when you smelled his perfume.

'' I don't need your help, Sunghoon. '' You said, trying to sound as cold as possible.

Sunghoon was your Ex -Situationship who ran away like a loser after you told him you fell in love with him.

He left you crying and heartbroken for weeks.

There have been a few incidents where he drunk called you, telling you how much he misses being with you just for you to find out he has been hooking up with his best friend's ex the day after. You absolutely hated him. But even after everything he has done, it was so hard for you to stay away from him. You were still in love with him. And you hated yourself even more for that.

'' I want to help you tho... ''

'' Just leave me alone '' You answered before quickly getting back up, not even looking at him before you started walking away from him. You couldn't hide the fact you were shivering from the cold. Sunghoon immediately noticed. But you didn't want his help. And he needed to accept that.

As soon as you got home, you got out of your wet clothes and started looking for dry ones. You went through your closet, picking out an oversized hoodie and some sweatpants. Right before you were about to close the door of your closet, something caught your eye. You quickly took the piece out, and looked at it with teary eyes. It was a red hot chili peppers shirt. It used to be Sunghoon's until he gifted it to you after finding they're one of your favorite bands.

That was one thing you had in common. Your taste in music.

You hesitantly put the shirt under your nose, trying to find out if it still smelled like him. And it did.

'' Fuck '' You silently cussed, holding back tears when the smell of his shirt hit your nose.

How were you supposed to stay away from him when you longed for him so much ?

You sat down on your bed with the shirt still in your hands, staring at it for a few more minutes. You already knew you were cry yourself to sleep again that night. You've been trying so hard to get over him, but nothing has been helping you achieve that goal. You knew it would get even harder after the encounter you both had that day. So all you could do was go to sleep and be patient with yourself.

Sunghoon on the other hand, was at a bar getting drunk with his friends once again. He was having a lot of fun. But he couldn't seem to get you out of his mind. Every little thing reminded him of you. And he couldn't make it stop. He tried to distract himself by drinking some more, which seemed to help for a moment until dani california started playing at the bar.

Was this some stupid prank ?

'' It's getting kind of late ... I'm going home. '' Sunghoon said all of a sudden, making his friends raise an eyebrow.

'' Are you good, man ? '' One of his friends asked, finding Sunghoon's behavior weird. He was usually always the last one to leave the bar.

'' Yeah don't worry. I'm just tired '' He said, before quickly sneaking out.

Sunghoon sighed deeply when the cold air hit his face. He took his phone out of his pocket, and tipsily dialed your number. But since it was like 3AM, you were already asleep.

When Sunghoon had finally accepted you wouldn't pick up the phone, he decided to leave a voicemail.

'' Look I know I failed you and I know you don't wanna talk to me. But trust me i've been suffering a lot. No matter what I think about, I always end up thinking about you and it's slowly driving me insane. I think i really miss you and it's scaring me to death. I know you probably won't forgive me for what i've done to you but I'm just so scared of falling in love. And that's exactly why I left. I started catching feelings for you as well. I've been hurt so many times in the past and i didn't want to feel that kind of pain ever again. I was so fucking egoistic I didn't even think about how much my actions would hurt you. And I'm sorry. I promise. I know I messed up and I feel like an Idiot. Can we just talk it out ? I mean you don't have to but i'd really appreciate it. I've got some things to say to you ! I'll go try to find a way home now ... good night Y/N. I really enjoyed seeing you earlier... I mean it ''

The next morning you sat on your bed, showing your best friend Amaya the voicemail you received last night.

'' Oh god ... Is he drunk ? '' She asked, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows.

'' Pretty sure he is ... ''

You had no idea how to react to Sunghoon's message. You're sure you've listened to it for at least 20 times since you've woken up and you still had no idea what to do.

'' He's pathetic ! ''

'' What do I do ? '' You said, burying your face in your hands in distress

'' Block him '' Amaya said, smiling cheekily.

You glared at her.

'' Can you give me a serious answer please ? ''

'' You know what I think about this whole situation, Y/N . But even If you choose to hear him out, I'll fully stand behind you. I just don't want you to get hurt by that dickhead again. Does what he said to you in that voicemail sound genuine ? Yeah. Maybe. But i need you to be careful. ''

'' So you think I should give him a chance ? ''

'' He doesn't deserve it but i think you should at least listen to whatever he has to say ''

'' You're right ... '' You admitted.

You had no idea if you were even ready to hear Sunghoon out. The thought of having to look him in the eyes already made your heart beat at least ten times faster.

You were scared.

'' I know you can do it '' Amaya said, pulling you into her arms to comfort you.

'' Thank you Amaya ''

You quickly picked up your phone, trying to figure out what to say.

Y/N : We need to talk. Can I come over ?

It took Sunghoon only a few seconds to answer. Even tho he got drunk, he couldn't sleep the whole night. The thought of you and your reaction to his voicemail kept him up.

Sunghoon : Like right now ?

Y/N : Yeah right now.

Sunghoon's hands were shaky. He didn't expect you to be so open to him.

He looked around his room, checking if he needs to clean it before letting you in.

Sunghoon : Okay. See you in 10.

Sunghoon quickly put his phone aside, taking a deep breath in. He knew if he fucked up this time it would be over. He'd never see you again. And he couldn't let that happen.

Eventually you found yourself standing in front of his door. Your hands were shaking when you quickly pressed the doorbell before taking a step back. Standing in front of his house felt incredibly weird. Especially after everything that happened between you two.

Sunghoon slowly opened the door, immediately taking in your intimidated state. You stood there with your head lowered , trying to avoid looking at him. You were sure your heart was about to jump out of your chest.

'' Wanna come in ? '' Sunghoon spoke up. You lightly nodded your head before slowly walking into his house, still not daring to look at him. You followed him straight into his room, trying to hold back tears when you noticed he kept the painting you once made for him. He put it on the wall right next to his bed.

You painted a sunflower for him, which has always been your favorite flower. It was also his favorite.

Sunghoon sat down in the middle of his bed. You hesitated a few seconds before doing the same. And for the first time in a while, you finally looked at him.

You felt your heart sink when you noticed him already looking at you with big eyes. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes. You were only staring at each other, getting used to the feeling you both had in your chests.

Sunghoon broke the silence when he cleared his voice.

'' I owe you an apology. '' He said.

Sunghoon wished he could just run away like he always did. But you were right there on his bed looking at him with teary eyes. He knew he owed you an explanation.

'' When you told me you caught feelings I got scared. I told you my feelings weren't mutual. But I don't think that's true. I realized how incredibly stupid it was to shut you out when all i need is your presence. I miss you more every single day and it's driving me insane. I'm terrified, Y/N. I'm so scared of falling in love even tho I know I can trust you. I tried using other girls to get you out of my head without thinking about how much it would hurt you. I was being a total dick ! ''

He said, wiping a tear off his rosy cheek.

'' You didn't deserve any of this. You didn't deserve any of the pain I put you through and I'm more than sorry. If you don't wanna see me anymore I understand. I don't even deserve having you in my life at this point. But I just needed you to know how sorry I am ... '' He continued.

You shut your eyes, preventing a tear from falling from your eye. You hated everything about this whole situation. You wanted to kiss the three little moles on is face and tell him everything is gonna be alright but it wasn't that easy.

You were hurt, and you couldn't just pretend everything's okay.

'' I forgive you, Sunghoon. But I need time... '' You said, making Sunghoon look at you.

'' Why would you forgive me that easily ? ''

'' Because I love you. ''

Your words hit Sunghoon like a hurricane.

'' After everything i've done you still love me ? '' He wondered, constantly trying to control his tears.

'' Yes. More than anyone i've ever met ... and It hurts. ''

Sunghoon let out a quiet sob before carefully pulling you into his arms. He hid his face in the crook of your neck and cried. It broke your heart seeing him like this.

Being in Sunghoon's arms after such a long time felt unreal. You felt your heart beat in your chest when you felt his hot breath against your neck.

'' Is this okay for you ? '' He whispered.

It felt like your words got stuck in your throat.

You nodded your head, heart beating faster each second.

And just a second later, you felt his lips on your neck. He started kissing you there before moving up to your jawline , ending up leaving small kisses all over your face. Starting off with your cheeks, then your nose, your forehead, your chin and eventually your lips.

That was the moment you couldn't hold back anymore.

You pushed him down into the mattress by his chest and climbed on top of him, deepening the kiss. Sunghoon put his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, before gently biting your bottom lip with his fangs. He felt butterflies explode in his stomach when you shyly smiled into the kiss. You felt like your skin was on fire when you felt his fingers tracing your bare waist. He gently caressed your back, which made a huge contrast to the intensity of the kiss.

'' I'm so sorry '' He whispered against your lips, trying not to break the kiss.

After a few more minutes of making out, you finally broke the kiss. Out of breath you looked into each others eyes, trying to process what just happened.

'' I promise I'm never gonna hurt you ever again '' Sunghoon whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

You forced a smile, pulling Sunghoon into your arms this time.

'' Let's take this slow alright ? One step at a time. '' You requested.

'' I'd do anything for you. I just need you to stay with me ... ''

'' Then don't mess this up ''

'' I won't. ''

And he didn't.

5 years later...

'' Dad ! ''

'' I'm coming ! '' Sunghoon shouted from downstairs, quickly running upstairs to find his daughter sitting on the floor of her room with a few markers and a piece of paper. She was busy drawing, and she was more than excited to show her dad the finished result.

Sunghoon watched her with a big smile when she did her finishing touches on the drawing. She proudly held the piece of paper up when she was done, making Sunghoon giggle at her cuteness.

'' This is so beautiful Lily ! You did such a good job '' He said, kneeling down next to her.

'' It's a sunflower ! '' She beamed, making Sunghoon smile even harder.

A Sunflower...

Sunghoon giggled.

'' I can tell. Can i have it ? ''

'' I want you to share it with mommy ! ''

'' What do you want him to share with me, princess ? '' You said all of a sudden, also showing up in your daughter's room.

'' Mommy ! I drew a sunflower ... '' Lily said excitedly, holding up her drawing once again so you could take a better look at it.

'' Oh Lily I absolutely love it ! Sunflowers have always been my favorite '' You said, taking the drawing from Lily's small hands.

Sunghoon placed a chaste kiss on your lips when you sat down next to him, making your daughter quickly cover her eyes.

You both giggled at your daughter's gesture, making her laugh along with you almost immediately.

Her laugh was the cutest. You could listen to it for hours...

Sunghoon quickly came up with the idea to place Lily on his lap and tickle her relentlessly. He smiled widely when her dimples showed up. She looked so much like you when she smiled...

You watched them, happy about your decision about giving Sunghoon a second chance.

He's the most perfect dad a daughter could ever ask for, and the most perfect fiancé you could ever ask for.

He was the love of your life.

- end

taglist : { @aleiouvre , @wonbie , @heuiton ... } ♡

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random-bullshit-polls · 1 year ago

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tiny-buzz · 4 months ago

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± 13 FEELS ONLY HIGH SCHOOL TEENS KNOW ±

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1) Secret stash of Nacho Cheese Bugles in your locker, unknown even to bae.

2) That feel when a school improvement which everybody knows is stupid is instantly vandalized to the point of destruction.

3) Blink-182 as your ringtone for when Bae calls. Green Day as your ringtone for when back-up Bae calls. Red Hot Chili Peppers for when your step-dad Randy calls. He calls constantly and you never pick up so you can listen to the cool, modern music of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, the band that all teens love.

4) Local news weatherman comes to your Fellowship Of Christian Athletes after-school sesh to talk to you about how things “might get overcast in a teen’s life” sometimes, but there’s an “80% chance of kicking drugs for good when you turn to methadone and prayer coupled with rigorous physical activity, like swimming”

5) That feel when best friend gives you good news: you made the team!

6) Army recruiter standing outside cafeteria tells you to do a pushup, but the only thing you want to "push up" are your stats in your favorite video game, Digimon.

7) That feel when no pizza and homework and bae.

8) That feel when a kid literally gets put into a locker and the fire department has to come to literally cut him out, which takes two hours.

9) Senior prank. . . . . . . enough said.

10) That feel when another student body president's empty promise to make Pet Dances into a reality

11) Substitute teacher makes you watch "My Cousin Vinny" teacher comes back the next day and you watch "My Cousin Vinny" again

12) That first time you heard Bohemian Rhapsody. Mind = blown.

13) Bae ate all your pizza. You post about this, on Tumblr.com.

14) Why does the pizza always have to be square? Student body presidential candidate promises circle pizza, fails to deliver... AGAIN.

15) Janitor looks sad, sick.

16) Constantly tempted to drive your convertible filled with friends at high speed along Dead Man's Curve

17) Beef stew for lunch? Again?

18) Everyone has faint memory of kid who accidentally threw frisbee into woods during out-door gym class, went to retrieve it, and was never seen again

19) Caught forging bae's mom's signature on failing report card, again.

20) Pension funds are missing

21) Getting detentions for thinking about bae and BH ideas in class.

22) No vending machines because Randy punched one and stole all the Fritos and got blood everywhere and then joined the army

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psychooomind · 12 days ago

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Flickering Lights

Michael Gavey x singer!reader

Summary: Michael and Violet come from completely different worlds, but when their paths cross at university, an unexpected connection sparks between them. As their relationship deepens, they must navigate secrets, misunderstandings, and their own fears. Can their love overcome the odds, or will the time put them apart?

A multi-entry, slow-burn, friends to lovers fic.

You can also read it at AO3 here.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Chapter 4: A Happy Birthday

A Happy Birthday

The crisp Saturday morning air slipped through the slightly open window of Michael's room, waking him with its gentle breeze. It was an ordinary day, like any other weekend. Except, that morning, he felt more restless than ever. In his hands, he held a small package containing the photos he had promised to deliver to Violet. It had all seemed so simple in theory, but now that the moment was approaching, anxiety crept over him.

Michael had spent the entire week selecting the best photos, carefully attending to every detail. He knew how important they were for Violet’s band, and although he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he felt proud of having captured something unique through his lens.

At first, it was just a task to complete, but over time, their conversations and photo sessions became something more. Now, Michael counted Violet as his friend—his beautiful friend, who, perhaps, had dazzled him a bit too much. He didn’t want to admit he was falling for her; it seemed too soon to say something like that. But every time Violet sent him a message on MySpace or via text, it simply made his day better. And that, in turn, left him feeling a kind of anxious joy.

He decided he couldn’t put it off any longer. With the photos in hand and a nervous flutter in his stomach, he headed to the meeting spot Violet had suggested. He wasn’t sure how she would react—whether she’d like the photos or not—but what he feared most was that, after handing over the photos, she might stop talking to him. He worried she might decide, just like Oliver had, to start ignoring him. The thought that all of this might have been an excuse to get close to him for her own gain unnerved him. What if that really happened? How would he handle these growing feelings inside him?

Violet had chosen a café that was conveniently located halfway between them. Michael arrived far too early, thinking he would have to wait for her. But when he walked in, she was already there, seated at a table by the window, jotting something down in a notebook, completely absorbed in her own world.

When Michael entered, Violet looked up and smiled at him.

“Hi, Michael,” she greeted him warmly. Her expression was soft, and Michael immediately felt a wave of relief. She didn’t seem distant or dismissive. Maybe his worries had been misplaced.

“Hi,” he replied, walking over and taking a seat across from her. He couldn’t help but notice the calm energy she exuded. Somehow, just her presence was enough to settle his nerves.

“Here they are. Just like I promised.” Carefully, Michael pulled the package of photos from his bag and placed it on the table.

Violet smiled as she eagerly reached for the package.

“Thanks, Michael. I’m sure they’re perfect.” Her words made him feel a little more at ease.

“I hope you like them,” he murmured, feeling an uncomfortable sense of vulnerability as he watched her unwrap the package.

“Of course, I will,” she said confidently. As she glanced at the photos, her eyes lit up. “These are amazing! I knew you had a creative side hiding behind all that math.” She gave him a smile that made Michael’s chest tighten just a little.

"Do you want to order something? I was waiting to have a coffee with you." Michael smiled and nodded.

"Hey, will I see you at our next gig at Barry's Pub?" Violet asked after they both ordered a coffee. "I'll save a ticket for you. We're doing covers of Oasis and Red Hot Chili Peppers."

"Of course," he said quickly, without giving it much thought. "I love those bands."

"I know," Violet said with a wider smile. "You’ve told me." Michael thought he had never seen something so genuinely charming. However, his insecurities crept back as he remembered the event coming up. While walking her to her university, he decided to just say it.

"By the way," he began suddenly, almost as if trying to divert attention from his thoughts, "next Friday is my birthday. I’m organizing a small gathering with some friends. If you’re free, I’d love for you to come."

"I’ll be there, buddy," Violet assured him, squeezing his hand lightly.

Michael nodded, feeling his heart race. The idea that she was willing to spend his birthday with him gave him a comforting sense of relief. He dared to gently caress her hand with his thumb, and she gave him a silly smile.

"Thank you," he said gratefully, a smile spreading across his face.

After walking her back to the university, Michael headed straight to the library to grab the books he needed for the next day’s class. The low murmur of conversations and the occasional rustle of pages filled the air, providing a calmness that contrasted with his unsettled mind. He still felt slightly off-kilter from the recent events. But when he looked up, that discomfort transformed into something else: there was Oliver, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, flipping through a book with an air of nonchalance that Michael found almost arrogant.

He couldn’t hold himself back.

He walked straight over, ignoring the nerves threatening to betray him.

“We need to talk,” Michael said, his voice tense, more a command than a request.

Oliver looked up, his expression a mixture of curiosity and annoyance, as if he couldn’t fathom why anyone would dare to interrupt him.

“Now? Here?” he replied lazily, closing his book with deliberate slowness.

“Yes,” Michael answered firmly. “Are you friends with Victor now?”

Oliver raised an eyebrow, as though the question were so absurd it didn’t deserve a response.

“Victor? Oh, that. It was just a conversation. Nothing consequential, mate.”

Michael felt a spark of anger.

“Nothing consequential? Sure.” The restrained fury in his tone didn’t quite rise, but it was palpable. “You know perfectly well what Victor’s done to me this semester. And now I run into you on the street, chatting with him like you’re old friends.”

Oliver leaned back in his chair, assessing Michael with the gaze of someone mildly entertained by a dull show they couldn’t quite stop watching. He was growing tired of keeping up appearances with him.

“Michael, I was just being polite. I don’t have a problem with him... at least, not really. Besides, aren’t you seeing his sister? Isn’t that the same thing?”

Michael blinked, his irritation only heightened by the comparison.

“What are you implying? Victor’s a jerk, and you know it. Violet has nothing to do with him.”

Oliver let out a soft chuckle, almost a whisper, yet brimming with smugness.

“What I’m saying is that Victor doesn’t affect me the way he does you. Maybe you should ask yourself why you’re still so obsessed with all this.” He paused, tossing out a verbal bait. “And about Violet… well, I’ve heard things.”

Michael felt his anger replaced by a creeping sense of unease.

“What things?” he asked, his tone serious, which only encouraged Oliver further.

“You know, the usual. That she’s a bit… quick with her flings.”

The faint smile that accompanied his words was barely visible but sharp enough to spark a flicker of doubt in Michael. It was exactly what Oliver wanted. He knew that once the seed was planted, Michael would redirect his energy toward Violet, pulling it away from him and Victor.

“Where did you hear that?” Michael sounded tense, caught between anger and uncertainty.

“I don’t want to badmouth her, obviously. Someone just mentioned it. You know, seems like she used to date one of Victor’s friends a while ago,” Oliver said with a sly grin. “Apparently, they had broken up, but only she knew about it.”

Michael nodded but didn’t seem convinced. His mind began to falter, grappling with the possibility that Violet—his friend, his confidant—might not be so different from Victor or anyone else who merely wanted to use him.

Oliver watched him with the patience of a predator.

“By the way, how’s your Civilization project coming along?” he asked, as if nothing had happened.

“I already finished it,” Michael replied distractedly, still trapped in his spiraling thoughts.

“Perfect. Mind showing it to me? I could tell you a few more things while we’re at it.”

Michael hesitated but ultimately agreed. Somehow, Oliver always got what he wanted.

In Michael’s dorm room, Oliver quickly skimmed through the essay while Michael bombarded him with questions about Violet.

“Look, Michael,” Oliver said in an offhand tone, “I don’t know much more. Just that the guy’s name was Dany, and they dated in high school until she suddenly dumped him. Victor claims it was because Violet kissed someone else.”

Each word hit Michael like a hammer. Could it be true? Was Violet that kind of girl? Did she see him as anything more than a convenient accessory? Was she, at her core, just like Victor—a spoiled, privileged manipulator who used people as she pleased?

Oliver, meanwhile, couldn’t help but relish the situation. What a weird little idiot, he thought. Michael was the kind of person who was too easy to manipulate: insecure, desperate to be accepted, and always ready to believe the worst about himself and others if someone hinted at it subtly enough. To Oliver, Michael was nothing more than a useful tool, someone he could shape and use whenever it suited him.

“Thanks for the essay, mate,” Oliver finally said, placing the paper on the desk. “Catch you later. And about Violet… maybe you should talk to her. Or not. Your choice.”

With that, Oliver left the dorm, leaving Michael trapped in a spiral of doubt and self-pity.

Violet, with her sheet music notebook under her arm and her headphones dangling casually around her neck, walked briskly toward the harmony classroom. As usual, she arrived a few minutes early and sat by the window, letting the morning sunlight stream through the curtains.

While the professor spoke about chord progressions, Violet tried to focus, but her mind kept wandering, inevitably drifting back to Michael. His birthday was approaching, and she couldn’t stop thinking about what to give him. She didn’t want something generic; Michael wasn’t like everyone else. He deserved something special, something that showed him just how much he meant to her.

She liked thinking about the moments they’d shared: his laugh when he made one of his sarcastic remarks, the way his blue eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about, and how his presence made her feel important, as if she were the only person in the world who mattered.

Violet sighed, opening her music notebook to a blank page. She scribbled a few notes as she thought about the song she had been secretly writing. It was about him, though she would never admit it aloud. Each verse revolved around his eyes, that deep blue that seemed to hold an ocean of thoughts and emotions only he could understand.

When class ended, Violet walked to the practice room, humming the rough sketch of the melody she had in mind. Despite being in a building full of people, she felt alone with her thoughts. As she plugged her guitar into the amplifier, her mind wandered to Dany Russo, her only boyfriend.

They had dated for a year in secondary school. At first, everything had been thrilling. Dany was popular, charming, and seemed genuinely interested in her, but things quickly changed. He became controlling, mocked her insecurities, and, worst of all, spread lies about her after they broke up. Horrible stories that left her scarred, isolating her from several friends. Remembering it still hurt, but it also reminded her why she was so afraid to get involved with someone again.

Michael was different. She knew that much. He never made her feel small or ashamed. In fact, when they were together, he seemed to value every word she said, listening to her with genuine interest. And that day when he accidentally held her hand while crossing the street… her heart still raced at the memory of how warm and comforting his touch had felt, as if they were meant to fit together.

Yet Violet couldn’t help but feel insecure. She had kissed several boys at parties—a vain attempt to convince herself that she was fine, that she could connect with someone. But she hadn’t been intimate with anyone since Dany. The fear of trusting, of opening up and being hurt again, held her back.

What if I’m not enough for Michael? There were moments when she felt he deserved something more, someone more like him—maybe someone just as clever or someone who didn’t always have their head in the clouds like she did. But then she’d remember how he looked at her when they talked, as if nothing else existed, and that insecurity would fade, even if only for a moment.

By the end of the day, after a group rehearsal and a few hours of solo practice, Violet left the building carrying her backpack and guitar. She stopped by a bookshop and bought everything she needed to create the perfect gift. It would be her little secret, something she would give Michael to show him what he meant to her.

Michael’s birthday arrived faster than he had expected. He had planned everything carefully: a small gathering with friends, something low-key and unpretentious. Despite his excitement to see Violet at the party, he couldn’t shake the odd feeling he had. The thought of her being there, by his side, kept him distracted all day.

In the mid-afternoon, just before the party, he met with his mother as they had arranged earlier in the week. She, as always, was serious, almost expressionless, seated in the trattoria. When he entered, she looked him up and down with her calculating eyes. She was a nurse, so she was used to maintaining a professional demeanour, even outside of work.

"Who are you always talking to on the phone?" his mother asked as she wiped her mouth after they’d both finished their respective plates of pasta.

"Just some friends, Mum. Nothing out of the ordinary." Michael, who had been sorting out a few things for the party, tensed slightly.

"I heard you mention a girl—Violet, isn’t it? Make sure you’re looking after yourself, alright?" She raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. Her tone was sharp, as if interrogating a patient.

"Yes, Mum. Don’t worry," Michael replied, unsure how to handle the subject. What was he supposed to say? You’ve got nothing to worry about, Mum. I’m still a virgin. In the end, his mother simply nodded and left the conversation there, without further comment.

Meanwhile, Violet was getting ready for Michael’s party. She had put on gold heels and a white dress. Carefully, she prepared the gift, wrapping it in brown paper and tucking it under her arm before heading to the party.

When she arrived, Michael, who was feeling slightly down about having turned up too early and finding no one else there yet, couldn’t help but notice her immediately, relief washing over him.

"What’ve you got there, Bryon?" Michael tried to sound cool, sipping distractedly from his beer at the bar table.

"It’s a painting—I made it for this guy, you know?" Violet smiled playfully. "I think it’s his birthday today."

"A painting?" Michael asked, incredulous. Was there anything this girl couldn’t do?

"Yes, I hope you like it... I mean, I hope he likes it. He’s quite picky," she teased, her tone light.

"I’m not picky," Michael protested with a warm smile, and Violet gave his arm a gentle squeeze.

"Well, I’ve heard otherwise, Gavey. Want to open it?"

Michael nodded, setting his beer down on the table. He carefully tore through the wrapping and couldn’t help but blush at the thoughtful gift. It was a medieval cottage, strikingly similar to the ones he had told her about from his favourite game, The Legend of Zelda.

"It’s amazing, Violet. I had no idea... no idea you did anything like this. It’s... it’s perfect." Michael looked utterly astonished.

Violet, feeling encouraged, leaned in to hug him, leaving Michael completely frozen.

"I’m glad you like it," she said softly. "I thought you might."

At that moment, his chess friends appeared behind them, and Michael pulled away from Violet with sudden urgency. She turned to see a group of nerds staring at her in disbelief. Joshua, Mark, Philippe, and Zack had never imagined Michael could actually be with someone like Violet. They approached the pair, curiosity and a hint of amusement in their eyes.

"Well, Michael, you weren’t lying," Zack joked. "Who’s this? Your girlfriend?"

Michael, slightly embarrassed, glanced at Violet, who, though taken aback by the question, only smiled shyly.

"Her name’s Violet," he said, trying to play it cool.

Violet felt her cheeks flush at the comment but didn’t say anything. Inside, though, she was completely overjoyed that Michael had clearly spoken about her to his friends. While she wouldn’t admit it aloud, the thought of his friends referring to her as his girlfriend filled her with a quiet happiness.

The night wore on, and the atmosphere of the bar gradually transformed into a tangle of laughter, loud music, and increasingly lively conversations. Michael, who had seemed nervous at first, slowly let the alcohol dissolve his usual social awkwardness. By the time the clock struck midnight, he had lost track of how many beers he’d had and was completely engrossed in teaching Violet how to play chess. His voice, usually hesitant, now brimmed with confidence as he leaned in to whisper strategic tips into her ear, while a small group of onlookers watched.

Oliver Quick arrived just in time to witness the scene. Pausing at the doorway, he surveyed the room with narrowed eyes and an expression of calculated indifference. The first thing that caught his attention was Michael, whose vulnerability was all the more apparent under the influence of alcohol. But what truly intrigued Oliver was Violet—leaning towards Michael, laughing softly, and feigning clumsiness at the game to draw him closer.

To Oliver, the scene was almost comical. He recognised the dynamic instantly: the girl pretending to be innocent and clueless, and the boy, drunk on both beer and attention, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being played. Michael is so predictable... so ridiculously easy to manipulate, Oliver thought with a mixture of disdain and amusement. He knew Michael well enough to see that he was blind to the signals Violet was sending him. That intense gaze practically begging for a kiss, the nervous smiles, the casual touches of their hands. Michael was lost in his own little world, too infatuated to notice the cracks.

Oliver decided it was time to intervene. With a relaxed stride and an air of nonchalance, he approached the bar, where Violet was waiting for her drink.

“Violet, hello,” he greeted her, flashing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How’s it going with the band?”

Violet glanced up at him, her expression a mix of surprise and distaste. Her tone shifted immediately, turning cold and distant.

“Hello, Oliver. Fine, thanks for asking,” she replied curtly.

Oliver nodded, feigning interest, though he was really scrutinising her, analysing every reaction. There was something about her that intrigued him—not in a positive way, but enough to make him curious. That hostility... Was it a shield? Or perhaps she knew that he could see right through her.

Without breaking eye contact, he let his next comment drop casually. “So, you and Michael…”

“What about it?” Violet met his gaze directly, her eyes flashing with irritation.

“Nothing, nothing,” Oliver replied with a smile that suggested otherwise. “I was just wondering what Victor would think about all this.”

“Victor has no say in my social life; he’s my brother,” Violet snapped, her frown deepening, her patience clearly wearing thin.

Oliver nodded slowly, leaning in as though to share a secret. “You’re right, of course. But between you and me, we both know you and Michael have no future. You’ve got nothing in common. Something tells me you’re just doing this to annoy Victor.”

“Does Victor think that?” Her voice rose, tinged with anger. “Because if he does, he needs to pull his head out of his own arse. Whatever’s going on between Michael and me is none of his—or your—business.”

The words seemed to pierce her, and Violet’s tone shifted from cold to sharp, almost defiant.

The bartender interrupted their exchange by placing Violet’s drink on the counter. Without another word, she took it and walked away without looking back, leaving Oliver at the bar with a satisfied smirk.

From a distance, Oliver continued to observe the scene. Michael, oblivious to what had just occurred, was still devotedly teaching chess, his enthusiasm bordering on ridiculous. Violet, though visibly affected, quickly rejoined him, resuming her playful laughter and intense glances.

Oliver knew what he had just uncovered. Violet had feelings for Michael—there was no doubt about it. And now Oliver had that information in his grasp. As he walked away from the bar, he weighed his options. He could use what he knew to tip the scales in his favour, as he always did. After all, Michael was an easy piece to sacrifice, should the time come.

Meanwhile, Violet returned to the section of the bar where Michael’s birthday celebration was taking place. She noticed that Michael was now on his tenth beer and had clearly lost control of himself. He had drunk far more than he’d planned, and his behaviour was becoming increasingly uninhibited. At one point, Michael started rambling incoherently, laughing too much and repeatedly showering Violet with compliments.

“I don’t care what they say about you, Vi. You’re... the prettiest girl in the world,” he said with a goofy grin.

Violet, though amused by the situation, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of concern. What are they saying about me? She knew Michael wasn’t fully aware of what he was saying, but clearly, someone had said something that had alarmed him.

“I think you’ve had too much,” she said softly, helping him sit in a free chair in the crowded bar. “Just relax, Michael. I’m here.”

As the night wore on, Violet took charge of Michael, who was no longer able to stand on his own. In the end, she decided that the best thing was to take him back to her apartment, not wanting to leave him alone in such a fragile state.

At her apartment, Michael collapsed on the sofa, and Violet sat beside him, concerned. Though Michael mumbled some incoherent things, Violet didn’t dare leave. She stayed with him all night, making sure he was alright.

“Did you know you’re the most beautiful girl in the world?” Michael murmured in his sleep. “I still don’t understand how you can hang out with me. You know, it wouldn’t bother me if it hurts a little... It’s worth it, just the fact that you want to be with me is enough...”

“Don’t say those things about yourself, Mickey.”

“Mickey, Mickey, Mickey,” he hummed. “You know, only my mum used to call me that? When I was little, when she liked me.”

With her heart breaking from the drunken comments, Violet leaned back a little on the sofa and stayed there, watching over him. She knew that by the next day, he wouldn’t remember any of what had happened. But she also knew that, deep down, what was between them was beginning to be something more significant than just friendship. She also, on the other hand, wanted to press him with questions about those comments he’d made about her. I don’t care what they say about you? What the hell had they been saying about her? Suddenly, she remembered the disgusting rumours Dany had made up about her and feared that somehow they had reached Michael.

The next morning, when Michael woke up, he got up from the sofa with clumsy movements, feeling his body heavy and his mind shrouded in confusion. He pressed a hand to his temple, where a sharp pain reminded him that something wasn’t quite right. Where was he? His gaze swept the room, oddly familiar but disorienting at the same time. He couldn’t remember anything from the night before, or how he had ended up there.

Suddenly, Violet appeared from the kitchen, holding a steaming cup of tea in her hands. Her smile was soft, but there was a mischievous glint in her eyes that made Michael feel a knot of nerves in his stomach.

“Oh, look who’s risen from the dead,” she joked, extending the cup to him. “Looks like you drank a bit too much last night.”

Michael took the cup awkwardly, not daring to look her directly in the eyes. He was embarrassed, and a sense of discomfort washed over him. He nodded, as if that was enough of a response, but inside, a storm of emotions kept him on edge. Confusion, anxiety... and a lingering desire he couldn’t ignore.

What the hell happened last night? The question hit him again and again. Had something happened between them? Had he crossed a line that now put them on uncertain ground? His eyes, almost involuntarily, sought out Violet’s, but she seemed perfectly calm, as if the night before had just been a funny anecdote. Yet, Michael sensed something else in the way she looked at him, a subtle tension that left him puzzled.

Then there was the fact that he was in the Bryon apartment. Why? How? It was hostile territory for him, a place he would never have come to on his own. The only thing clear in his mind was that, no matter what happened, he didn’t want Violet to slip away from his life.

“Your brother…” he started, his voice a little shaky.

Violet let out a laugh, interrupting him.

“Victor is more drunk than you. I doubt he’ll even notice you’re here, Mickey.”

Mickey?! Violet’s voice echoed in Michael’s mind like a persistent refrain as he tried to process what had just happened. The warmth in her gaze, mixed with a hint of confusion, made him feel a swirl of emotions. What the hell had happened between them? Feeling dazed and visibly uncomfortable, Michael forced himself to speak, mumbling about how behind he was with the rehearsals for the week, even though he didn’t believe that excuse himself.

He brought the tea to his lips and drank it in a hurried gulp, as if the warmth of the liquid could calm the whirlwind in his head. Violet, ever perceptive, watched him in silence, her eyes shifting between curiosity and a hint of disappointment. She didn’t say anything but opened the door to the apartment, giving him space to leave. Michael, unable to hold her gaze, slipped away without another word, rushing down the stairs as the weight of confusion settled on his shoulders.

Outside, the cold morning air hit his face, barely clearing the chaos in his mind. He needed answers, and he needed them quickly. What had happened at that party? What did the “Mickey” brimming with familiarity that Violet had uttered mean? His heart raced as he remembered disjointed flashes from the night before: Violet’s laughter, her smile, the warmth of her hand on his. For a moment, the thought that she might feel the same way filled him with hope... but also with terror. What if it had just been a fleeting moment for her? What if he was magnifying it in his mind?

As he walked through the nearly deserted campus streets, Michael couldn’t help but recall how he’d felt on his birthday: for the first time, truly seen. Violet had been there for him, laughing at his jokes, listening to him with an attention he’d never felt before. Even when he tried to be rational, the idea that there might be something more between them quickened his pulse.

But there were too many questions. Had they talked too much? Had they kissed? Had he said something he shouldn’t have? Michael knew he needed to find someone who had been at that party, someone who could clarify exactly what had happened. He couldn’t face Violet without knowing how to approach the situation. His mind was spinning with a whirlwind of “what ifs” and possibilities that filled him with anxiety.

Meanwhile, in the apartment, Violet stood by the door, her brow slightly furrowed. There was something odd about Michael’s behaviour, something she couldn’t quite figure out. He had been more shy and nervous than usual, and that only made her wonder if what she remembered from the night before had been a dream or if it had really happened. Violet bit her lip, hugging herself. She knew she had feelings for Michael. His blue eyes, the way he spoke passionately about things most would consider trivial, even his clumsiness—everything about him made her feel a warmth she hadn’t felt in years.

But the fear was there, lurking. After what had happened with Dany, she had learned to build walls. Violet sighed, leaning against the wall as she tried to calm her racing heart. What she felt for Michael was real, but it was also terrifying. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if he was just a good friend confused by alcohol? She shook her head, trying to rid herself of those thoughts. But as she did, she couldn’t help but smile slightly, remembering the way Michael had taken her hand at the party, how they’d flirted as he “taught” her to play chess, how he’d called her “love,” “darling,” nearly the entire night. What if that night had been the beginning of something more?

On the other hand, Michael was determined. He needed answers, but he also knew that, in the end, the most important thing would be facing Violet and being honest. Perhaps, just perhaps, the night before had been the best birthday of his life because, for once, he hadn’t felt alone. What if that feeling didn’t have to be fleeting? As he walked towards his room, he crossed paths with the perfect person to ask about his birthday night: Oliver.

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hearta54 · 1 year ago

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Cherry Red Guitar

(Dominic Fike x Reader)

Summary: You're looking for a cherry red electric guitar but walk out the shop with much more than you expected. Singing lead for Lameboyz means getting to know the guitarist...

Word Count: 1 295

Notes: I loved writing this, and want to write more Dom stuff. DON'T BE SHY SEND REQUESTS. ENJOY!

It was one of those Spring days when there was warm, sprightly sunlight - but not too warm so you felt suffocated in your crocheted green sweater - there was also a subtle breeze which bit the air. You loved the way your dark-washed, flared jeans bunched around your beaten converses (Converses look a little better when they've been through it) as you perused the street for the guitar shop. Your eyes scanned across a shop's peeling sign; there was a middle-aged man outside smoking a billowing cigarette and leaning against the creviced brick wall. This would be good.

A bell rang when you crossed the threshold, your eyes flickered to the teeming shelves; you focused on finding a cherry red electric guitar, like the one on your Pinterest board. Feeling a presence behind you, you turned around, slightly vexed at being disturbed. All frustration dissipated when you saw soft brown eyes, grown out brunette curls dyed blonde, and a nose which curved like the crescent moon; his name tag said Dom.

"What you looking for?"

He smiled checking you innocently making your stomach giddy with butterflies. The consistency of his was voice was smooth with a raspy undercurrent; the faded wooden floors underfoot felt like they shifted. Ugh this boy.

"I'm looking for a cherry red electric," you said this coolly trying to not give yourself away.

"Specific huh," he chuckled biting his lip. The flirtatious tension was smothering in the best way possible.

"You sing? Cos my band Lameboyz is looking for a lead."

"Yeah, I do actually."

"Sweet, text me and I'll send you the details so you can come jam," suddenly he took your arm and slid your sweater up revealing your forearm (each inch burned, electrified) Dom wrote his number on your forearm, the lid was trapped between his iridescent teeth. You gazed at him just as he met your eyes. The bell jingled breaking the static.

Dom turned to walk away looking behind his shoulder he said,

"Cya ..."

"Y/n."

"Cya, Y/N."

...

You walk up to a garage and can hear a guitar riffing; whoever the guitarist is, is really talented. Slung comfortably against your back is the cherry red electric Fender Dom found for you yesterday.

Uncertainly you call into the garage; one of the band members opens the door, a boy with long dirty-blonde hair. Dom is perched crouched behind the amp holding a black electric guitar.

"Wow, that was you playing?"

"Why so surprised, girl?"

His response steals your quick wit, avoidantly ducking your head you take out the lyrics Dom texted you.

"Are we all good to start."

The band jams congruently, it feels invigorating to hear the music come to life: The melodies come easily and your shocked by the smoothness and tone of Dom's voice. He's so rock star.

"That was a solid session guys, I'm feeling good about the show next week, this is y/n our new lead singer."

The show. Lameboyz was performing at a small festival next weekend.

You get to know the band members while exchanging gushing compliments about everyone's performances. In your peripheral you spot Dom watching you intently drinking from a cup; rolling your eyes nervously you turn back to your conversation.

When the band members slowly begin to trickle home the sky is dark and starlit... eventually it's just you and Dom left.

Intrigued by a crate of records you thumb through them: The Beatles, Radiohead, Frank Ocean, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Drake's Take Care.

A warm breath hovers over your ear, "you sounded good, y/n."

"Thank y-," a sudden pull of your waist turns you so your facing Dom with your back against the records.

"No need to thank me, I was just saying," he whispers.

Dom is distracted by the dark sky

"You should let me drive you home, it's dark out."

His car is slightly worn and old, but charming nevertheless, the convertible roof is cool.

The ride passes with a quiet Frank Ocean CD playing and mellow conversation speckled with intervals of subtle flirting. ...

As your about to place your phone on your bedside table it buzzes

"Good night, gorgeous."

"Good night, jit," you text back.

That night sleep doesn't come easily; Dom is in every corner of your mind.

The day of Lameboyz set creeps closer and each day you and Dom text more. He hasn't said anything or asked you out; each time hope threatens to rise you push it back down insistently. If I don't hope I can't get hurt... right?

...

The morning of the set reading a text from Dom forces a spectacular smile to stretch across your face.

"Can't wait to see you soon."

Slinging your guitar case over your shoulder you check yourself in the mirror one more time; smoothing your army green cargo skirt and fixing your vintage flared white tank. Realising how hard your smiling you force yourself to stop, I don't want to crease my concealer.

...

Leaning on the bonnet of his car and practicing his guitar licks you see him from afar. A warm heaviness in your stomach scares you,

Seeing you approach, Dom stands up, "hey y/n."

"Hey Dom," your name on his lips only deepens the feelings.

As Dom goes to say something the rest of the band pulls up; with a sigh you both join them. You pretend to ignore the surreptitious, knowing glances between the keyboardist and drummer.

...

You've missed performing and the roaring crowd reminds you why you love to sing. When Dom harmonises with you, you transcend and you are the music.

...

Gathered in Dom's hotel room the band is drinking; you're clinging on to your sobriety but the others are quickly becoming inebriated. They're hilarious, you don't really know someone until you've seen them drunk. Dom hasn't touched a drink, tonight he's seeking clarity... like he's going to make a revelation. When the laughter becomes hushed by lolling heads Dom and you help everyone to their rooms. On the way back Dom and you are hysterical from the drunken antics. You relish the candor of Dom's shining eyes and the easiness of his laughter.

Sitting on the floor of his hotel room you reminisce the performance and the melody of your voices together. Suddenly you have the nerve...

"Do you think you could teach me that guitar lick?"

Dom's face animates, excited to show you.

Cocooning behind you he guides you your fingers along the fret board when they get tangled. Keeping a steady, inconspicuous heart rate is trying.

"Your good at this," he breathes into your ear, the tension breaks your composure.

Dom places the guitar on the side and looks at you with darkened eyes; you hold your breath.

"I meant to say earlier, but I'm so glad we met and I was wondering if I could take you out for this picnic in the hills... there's a field of flowers and..." Dom trails off when he realises your staring at his lips.

Craning his head to reach yours, your lips connect; pushing your bodies closer there's no more space for anything else but right now. Running his hand through your braids Dom's other hand grasps your waist roughly, you've both been wanting for this a long time.

When you both run out of air and detach reluctantly; Dom bites his lips looking at the floor.

"I've been waiting for this."

"Me too."

...

Dom walks you to your hotel room and stays until you fall into a slumber.

You dream of wanting a cherry red guitar and leaving the store with it and a perfect boy's number scrawled on your forearm. It's a dream, but that's exactly how it happened. Thank God for cherry red guitars.

...

THE END

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doyourememberrocknrollradio · 7 months ago

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I think we could make a better list.

And ours wouldn't forget...

The Ramones Aerosmith Queen The Who Pearl Jam Van Halen Black Sabbath Green Day Lynyrd Skynyrd Allman Brothers The Grateful Dead The Doors The Stooges The Band R.E.M. Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers Genesis Peter Gabriel Sex Pistols Rush Simon & Garfunkel Soundgarden Jane’s Addiction KISS Red Hot Chili Peppers White Stripes ZZ Top

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neitherabaron · 2 years ago

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Could you share some info or thoughts on Blood and Whiskey? I love the song dearly and from my understanding, its a song you had more a hand in. The character, "Lanselhad" is a favourite flub from the live recording.

Everyone’s favourite knight of the round table, Sir Lancehad! Best friends with Sir Pellikay. Dating Sir Tristivere!

Hm, something that hasn’t been said before…

Well, it was one of the last songs we workshopped so the band didn’t hear the tune I had in mind, On Parnassus Hill, for a while. We knew there was gonna be a Pendragons Polyamory song at this point in the story but there was no title or anything and nobody else knew much about it because we hadn’t got round to planning our interpretation of the original tune.

Rachel was going through a Red Hot Chili Peppers phase and called it Blood Sex Sugar Grail and that’s kind of what it was called for a few months before we got to work on it.

Also, Nastya isn’t on the album track although they did play the cajon live. We found out months later (we’re talking *well* after the album was done) that they actually had no idea what the song was about because they would tune out in rehearsal and just enjoy hitting the cajon (So enthusiastically that it eventually broke on stage in fact).

They thought it was about a bar brawl for almost a year! This was very funny to the rest of us because Nastya was super switched on always had their finger very firmly on the pulse. They’re incredible.

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pink-vacancy · 6 months ago

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Tag Game

put your spotify repeat playlist on shuffle and post the first five songs that pop up and see which ones your mutuals think best represents you!

I was tagged by @luvcall! Tysm 😁! (I picked heya by ive for you btw ^^)

I’ll tag: @cheezriz , @komawo , @wantbytaemin , @tuxedoprincess , and @ashmp3 if they want to ^^!

#I feel like my millennial ass taste is showing here lol #tysm for tagging me #tag games

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so-much-for-stardust6 · 5 months ago

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Guitar Solo- John Frusciante

summary: you’re john’s wife and the peppers invite you to do a guitar solo on stage with them.

lowercase intended & not proof read

warnings: none

a/n: this was requested by @leongoretzkasolar thank you sm for requesting 🙏 i’m sorry it’s a bit short but i hope u like it :) and whenever i think of john solo’s i think of scar tissue slane castle, it’s such a good solo.

i sat in my dressing room fixing up my hair. i was a bit nervous honestly, even thought i’ve been on stage many times. it’s just this time i’ll be on stage with my husband’s band, red hot chili peppers. my wonderful husband, john, has invited me on stage to collab with them for a song. i took a deep breath and just thought of good things. i heard a little knock at the door causing me to jump a bit at the sound.

“come in!”

i watch in the mirror as the door opens and my husband’s head peeks through.

“hey hon.” he smiled.

“hey..” i smile.

“you okay? you seem quiet, the guys are asking for you.” he fully comes in and closes the door, making his way towards me.

“yeah yeah, i-i’m just a bit nervous.” i chuckle a bit.

“why? you’re a musician, you’ve been on stage so many times before.” he walked up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“i know i know, i think it’s cause it’s you guys. the peppers are insanely popular so it’s just way more people than i’m used to.”

john nodded, understanding what i’m saying. he began to massage my shoulder to try and relax me, something he always does when i’m stressed.

“that’s exactly how i felt back when blood sugar got big. i was used to us playing small shows, nothing as crazy as what we did after. just don’t focus on the quantity of the crowd, hon.”

i replay his words in my mind and dissect them. i let out a breath of relief and nodded, gulping nervously.

“yeah, okay.”

“you ready? we’re on soon.”

“yeah.” i smile brightly.

i looked at him through the mirror, his face brightened with his beautiful smile.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, john.”

he kisses the top of my head and backs away from my chair to allow me to get up. we exit the room and go towards the side of the stage to meet up with the guys. they do their pre show stuff before their intro music plays. my heart rate increases as the ending of the intro nears. i wasn’t immediately going on but i couldn’t help but be nervous.

“you’re going to do great.” john tells me, grabbing my hands.

i nod and weakly smile, bringing his hands up to my lips to kiss them. he smiles at me and presses a kiss to my cheek. the guys expect anthony all piled onto the stage and waved to the crowd.

“don’t be nervous, y/n. you’re the baddest motherfucker i know, you’re gonna kill it out there.” he patted my back.

“thanks tony.”

“no problem.”

we watched as the guy did their intro jam before it was time for tony to join them on stage to play dani california.

i stood there and watched their set, hearing them play soul to squeeze and suck my kiss was the best. my guitar tech finally gave me my guitar which meant it was time to go on. we all agreed for me to do a solo with john on scar tissue, one of my favorite songs. i looked at the setlist and saw it was next after tippa my tongue. i took a deep breath as the song ended. i looked at john for the cue as i was the one to start the song. i saw his finger move towards me and i instantly started playing. i felt incredibly nervous walking out onto stage, heating the loud cheers from the fans causing my adrenaline to race. tony started singing as i stopped playing, john taking over. i stood next to him and counted the beats to make sure when i come in. i listen to john sing the backing vocals and my heart warms up. it was time for the first solo to come up and i was gonna play it. i thought of john’s words and exhaled before playing the solo. (just imagine john’s scar tissue solo from slane castle)

i had my eyes closed as i played, my fingers moving on their own practically. i hear john lightly play his part as i play my solo. i finish up my solo and let john take over, my eyes slowly opening. i look behind me and see chad smiling brightly at me, giving a nod. i smile back and watch john play. it was now john’s turn to play his solo and he absolutely kills it like always. john has always inspired me, even before we got married, and never fails to surprise me when he plays. his musical mind is interesting and i’m glad he lets me know it. once the song finished, tony spoke on the mic.

“everyone give it up for the talented y/n frusciante!!” he points over to me.

flea screams into the mic which causes me to laugh. i wave at the crowd and blow air kisses to them, something i’ve always done.

“i told you you’re gonna do great.” john tells me.

“i love you!” i say back.

he smiles at me before bringing me in for a kiss. john is never one for pda or paparazzi but i guess he felt different this time. i kiss back and smile into it as i hear the crowd go crazy. i pull away and wink at him before leaving stage. i hand my guitar over to my guy and everyone congratulated me on my solo, saying i did awesome. i stayed backstage to wait for john when the show ended. give it away eventually comes on and i watch the crowd go crazy. everyone in the pit bouncing up and down, screaming along to the lyrics. i smile at the sight. they finish the song and they all say their goodbyes, chad throwing his sticks to the crowd. john gives his guitar to his tech guy before coming straight to me. he brings me into a tight hug.

“you did so great, baby.” i whisper to him.

“not as great as you.” he chuckles, pulling away from me.

“you’re THE john frusciante.”

“but you’re a frusciante too.” he grabs my hand and shows me my wedding ring.

i laugh cause it’s technically the truth.

“great job out there y/n!” flea says to me.

“thanks man.”

“i think all frusciantes are just naturally talented.”

“i guess so.” john says as he wraps his arm around my waist.

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