#THE WAY HE GRABBED HIS GUITAR AFTER I COMMENTED 'WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN LEARNING ON YOUR GUITAR LATELY'

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i'm going INSANE

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"Cooking Stream!"

➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x chef!streamer!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.22.23 | 3167 words

➵ CONTAINING! wholesome cooking, reader is a chef streamer, wil is on tour, wil and reader are longterm friends

➵ SAYING! i thought this would be super cute to write. a little friends to lovers never hurt anyone hehe. also hope you like the little banner! i dont really do those so this is a first. also not proofread aaa sorry

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"How long have you been waiting to do that?" "Since we met up at the airport.."

“Hey, Wil, I’m about to start the stream. Are you ready?” I asked Wil. From my stream viewer, I could see Wil’s lengthy figure making the barest silhouette from the dark doorframe he was standing at. He insisted on making “an entrance” for my stream, even if it meant standing ominously in the background of my kitchen.

“Maybe.” Wil replied blankly. I rolled my eyes, seeing that he was already in ‘bit’ mode.

I’ve been a cooking streamer for quite some time now. I share and teach people on Twitch my recipes live and created this community where everyone can feel safe and happy to learn. Occasionally, I even invite some of my friends to cook with me, Wilbur being no exception. This was our first time seeing each other in person, and Wilbur suggested that before his concert (which would be tomorrow) he wanted to do a cooking stream with me. It was like the stars aligned because after such a busy day, Wil specifically had a couple hours of free time to hang out with my community and me.

I stopped my intro music and took down my startup stream screen to reveal my camera, which showcased me, my kitchen, and Wilbur who was just barely visible on camera.

“Hi, friends! Welcome to the stream! Sorry for the delay, our special guest sadly couldn’t make it.” I said faking a distraught frown. I tried my best to avoid looking at chat, but just from a quick glance I could see spams of terror as they pointed out the figure behind me. I picked up a bowl and began my usual intro. “So, my lovelies, grab your bowls!” I reached over and grabbed my spatula. “Grab your utensils! and—” I looked around, acting confused. “Huh, I wonder where my chef hat is..”

Wil arose from the shadows, stomping toward me with his limbs stiff and a blank expression on his face.

“Oh, there’s my chef hat!” I exclaimed, smiling while looking at Wil. In a swift, goofy motion, Wil ducked his head down, making the hat land straight into the bowl I was holding. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as Wil tried a desperate attempt to put the hat on my head. Once the hat laid lopsided on me, he turned around with his hands on his hips.

“Hi guys,” he smiled. “As you can see, I will not be the one leading this operation.”

“Yeah, they know.” I mocked jokingly. I placed the bowl and spatula onto the table to fix the hat. “If you guys don’t know, this is Wilbur Soot, but he doesn’t stream much anymore. So frankly, I don’t even know why I invited him.” That snarky comment made Wil nudge me on the shoulder.

“Hey! I’m still relevant on the world web!” Wil exclaimed.

“You know I’m kidding!” I laughed. “But Wil and I met like a loooong way back. Like you were doing your little livestream concerts?” I turned to look at him as he nodded to confirm my words. “And now look at you! In the middle of a whole worldwide tour!” Though he rolled his eyes in response he still had that familiar, dimple smitten smirk on his face.

I was proud to see Wilbur at his position now. I remember all those late-night calls when we would talk about what we wanted to be in few years' time. We were only small baby streamers when we first met. I did cooking streams in my parents’ kitchen and the townhouse he used to stream in was sold off long ago. Now we were in my own kitchen with tens and thousands of people watching us live, and tomorrow, thousands of more were going to watch Wil perform with his guitar and his voice.

It was time to start cooking. Today we were making strawberry cookies with white chocolate chips. I started off by giving directions as to what measurements you would need. Before I do my cooking streams, I like to post what ingredients would be needed the day because sometimes my fans would post selfies of them following my streams live while also cooking.

“So first, lets stir in our dry ingredients, yes?” I looked at Wil, who only eagerly nodded in silence. “So, of course, like all streams, I like to do my measurements while live just in case anyone needs time to catch up. So I hope everyone has their measuring utensils, because I’m about to give the measurements! And of course, I will be providing them on the screen as well.” I stated, looking at my OBS display.

Wil and I began to prep the ingredients. Each time I stated a measurement, Wil would scramble around the kitchen for the key components before emptying the powder into the bowl. I let out a small chuckle. “Wilbur, take your time, seriously! We’re supposed to be enjoying the moment.” I exclaimed.

“But but—!” Wil protested.

“Wil!”

With a defeated sigh, he slowed his movements as he scurried around the kitchen for the rest of the materials. As I stirred the flour and sugar together, I waited for Wil to come with the baking powder and salt. In the meantime, I started to look at chat.

“(y/n) is smiling a bit too much yall”

“YES WILBUR TREAT OUR CHEF RIGHT!!”

“is this (y/n)’s bf?”

Though it’s safe to say Wilbur and I had never had feelings for each other, the comments still flustered me. To prevent myself from getting more flushed, I pointed my attention back to my mixing bowl. Suddenly, Wilbur came behind me, holding the measuring cups.

“Ah, Wil—”

“This would be more an efficient way of getting our ingredients mixed in, no?” Wilbur suggested. His arms were on either side of my body, sprinkling in both the salt and baking powder carefully as his chest pressed against my back. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks from such an intimate position but tried my best not to ignore it. After he was done, he set the utensils aside and placed his hands on either side of my wrists, stirring with my movements.

Despite us both knowing that the chat was going crazy at this point, we both enjoyed the moment. Ever since Wil and I met each other in person for the first time, we had this habit of messing around with each other in physical ways. Within the first hour of us being together, we were running around the city, climbing over each other while sitting down, and Wilbur at one point threw me over his shoulder because I was “walking too slow.” It all felt completely natural to us. However, hat made me most flustered about it now in this very moment was the fact that thousands of people were watching us live!

We proceeded with mixing in the ingredients. Wilbur helped combined the wet ingredients as he gradually poured them into the mixing bowl I was stirring (of course, he again insisted that he stood over me as he poured for “maximum efficiency”). After some time with the spatula, took it out and turned towards the camera.

“Alright, so at this point of the process, it’s going to get a little hard to stir the dough, so—” I glanced to my laptop’s stream viewer and saw that Wil was doing silly faces and gestures, completely taking the attention away from me. I watched as he opened his mouth wide and inched closer to me, almost trying to bite me. Without thinking, I took my finger to get a scoop of the batter before turning around and smudging it into Wil’s face.

Wilbur stared at me in shock as a smug grin rested on my face. Swiftly, he took the spatula from my hands, gathered a large glob with his fingers, and smeared it all over my face. My cheek was now lathered with the think substance as I stared at him, bewildered. It was now Wil’s turn to start smiling with his dimples prominent as they could be. “What, you started it!” Wil argued, putting his hands up. My eyes slowly trailed to the open flour bag he had left on the counter. It was as if Wil followed my gaze, because as soon as I reached over to that bag, Wil was on the run.

“What the— Come back here, you prick!” I cried. I grabbed a fistful of flour before aimlessly chasing him around the island counter. His legs were far too long to outrun me, but that also meant he was rather clumsy with his movement as well. We returned in front of the camera when Wil began to lose balance after turning a sharp corner. I took my chance and ran in front of him before dusting him with a fistful of flour all over his apron and face.

I fell into a fit of laughter, clutching my stomach. “Holy shit, Wil! You look ridiculous!” I said in between gasps. Wil stared in utter horror, but soon enough, he started laughing as well when he saw his reflection from the stream viewer.

“This is going to be a nightmare to get out of my hair, (y/n), what have you done?!” He cried. It sent me more into hysterics, laughing as I held onto the counter for dear life. “I’m going to try and wash this out now. You better hope and pray for your restroom.” Wil said, waving me off as he made his way to my bathroom.

“In the top left drawer in my room are my baggy clothes you could wear!” I called out. I carried on with the stream, leaving where I left off. I got my stand mixer and turned on the machine so that it could start stirring on its own. I also cleaned up around the area and washed the batter off my face before reading the chat.

“Alright, chat, how we feeling about this stream, huh? Everyone doing good following along? Do you guys like Wil?” I asked. I scanned the chat, smiling at some of the comments.

“Wil and (y/n) are an iconic duo bruh”

“YES CHEF WE LOVE THE STREAM CHEF”

“I’m doing good following along :D”

“WILBUR IS SO FUNNY”

By the time the dough was done mixing, so was Wilbur, who had just finished washing up and changing his clothes. He wore a baggy Artic-Monkeys tee with gray sweatpants that suited him perfectly. “Is the dough done?” Wil said. His hair was a curly mess most likely from wetting it then drying it with a towel. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose with his eyes just barely visible. Something about this look, whether it be his disheveled hair or the fact that he was wearing my clothes, made me blush a little.

“—Oh,” I muttered, barely realizing that he asked me a question. “Yeah, it’s done, we could start placing them on the tray now.” He nodded before coming behind me, placing hands on my waist. “Ah—! Wilbur!” he buried his face into the crook of my neck. With a defeated sigh, I turned off the machine and removed the bowl from the stand mixer. “Come on,” I said. “Help me shape the cookies.”

“Yes, chef!” he enthusiastically remarked. He stood back up, and we were back on business. We proceeded to work together to shape the cookies, making light conversation while also taking some questions from the chat. Wilbur talked about some stories he had on tour. He compared his experiences from when he used to do little stream performances to the big stage in front of thousands of people live.

Once we were done shaping the cookies, we placed the two trays into a preheated oven. I did the dishes while Wilbur offered to tend to my chat. There something so.. Domestic about Wil and I cooking. It came naturally, as if this isn’t the first time we cooked together, and it certainly this wouldn’t be the last. I scrubbed the bowl clean as I thought about the warmth of Wilbur wrapping around my body. How he nuzzled his nose into my scent, then pulling away reluctantly. A small smile formed on my lips. Though I knew deep down that I’ve never felt that way about Wilbur, and I doubt that he felt that way with me, it was still such an ideal way of moving on with life.

“Hey, (y/n)?” Wilbur called out. I shook my head and turned around to face Wilbur.

“Yes?” I asked. I wiped my hands with a dry towel before taking my place next to Wilbur, who had his waist against the counter and his hands holding himself up.

“Chat wants to do a Q&A session with the both of us. I think they’re tired of hearing about my tour stories.” He chuckled.

“Hm, I don’t think they’re tired of you, rockstar,” I smiled. “but sure, let’s do a Q&A with the two of us.”

The chat proceeded casually, and we had a fun time answering some questions. We talked about how we first met, how we grew up together as streamers, and how life has been for us more. However, there was one reoccurring question that we tried to ignore for some time, but at this point, it was rapidly coming up.

“Do you have feelings for each other?” I read out loud.

Wil and I looked at each other. Maybe it was the delusions I had, but there was something so sincere in Wil’s eyes. His eyes almost sparkled under the kitchen warm light, and his brown eyes could easily be confused for a fresh cocoa harvested from the jungle. His eyes squinted like he wanted to tell me something, but before I could ask, he turned away.

“No.” He stated but rather reluctantly. “We’ve just been really good friends for these past years, right?” He turned to me again.

“Mhm,” I hummed. My gaze then drifted to the camera. “Chat, stop shipping us together, seriously! You guys are acting like this is the first time I’ve done a cooking stream with a guy! Shame on you, chat!” I playfully lectured. But in my mind sat some heavy thoughts. I wondered if the reason why Wil was so hesitant was because he felt uncomfortable with the topic. Worry flooded my head, hoping that I didn’t ruin his time on stream.

Ding!

The oven went off, meaning that the cookies were ready. “Ah, cookies are ready!” I beamed, lightning the mood. I looked through the drawers, looking for the oven mitts. However, none were to be found. Wil noticed my confusion and came up behind me, a bit more careful on distance this time.

“Is something wrong?” He asked. His hands were behind his back as he leaned down to talk to me.

“Yeah.. I can’t find the oven mitts. Hold on, I probably left them in the washing machine room.” I turned around to face him.

“Alright, I’ll be here.” He smiled. I smiled back before moving past him, leaving the kitchen and headed down the hall to the spare storage room I had. I opened the door and looked around, finding those beige oven mitts I would frequently use while baking something. Without realizing, Wilbur was treading down the hallway.

“Ugh, where are they..” I thought out loud. I dug through the dryer, seeing if they were hiding under the freshly warm clothes. Finally, I was able to achieve the oven mitts. I stood up properly and held the oven mitts as I kicked the dryer closed. I turned around to finally get back to the stream and Wilbur. I wonder if—

Before I could finish thinking, a hand was on a hip and another hand was under my chin. Those familiar brunette curls brushed against my forehead, as I looked up to see Wilbur. His glasses were pushed up so that his face could be close to mine without any trouble. His eyes were half-lidded, almost looked like they were longing. Sparks tingled in my chest as I stared at him. A gulp running through my throat.

“May I kiss you..?” He gently asked. His voice was so low, so sensual, it was like waking up next to him after a long night of cuddling. My face burned, but not a single nerve in my body told me that I should deny his request.

I placed the oven mitts onto the nearest surface, not daring to look away from him. I could feel him getting nervous because even through the dark lighting, I could see his face turning red as the corners of his mouth twitched. Before I could even register my movements, I cupped either side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss I didn’t even know how much I longed.

His body sunk into my touch as he held me close with weak warms. His lips, soft and pink, danced with mine with a hunger I never realized he had. They were desperate, yearning for my warmth. Little did I know my movements mimicked his with just as much desperation.

Reluctantly, we pulled away as we held each other tight and close to each other’s bodies. His eyes were clouded underneath his mess of hair and glasses, but a wide smile rested on his face.

“How.. How long were you waiting to do that..?” I asked, breathless.

“The moment we met up at the airport, honestly..” He chuckled. “Come on.. You have a stream to wrap up.” Wilbur walked out of the room. His hand held mine until he was enough distance away, even clutching to my middle finger before departing. I stared as he turned the corner, joyfully greeting the chat as if nothing happened.

I realized that my cheeks were aching from smiling too much. As I listened to Wil ramble some excuse to chat as to why it’s taking me forever to return, I grabbed the oven mitts and slid down the hallway.

Maybe there was a reason why all of this felt so right. How being with Wilbur just felt so natural. I was out of frame, but I couldn’t help but stare at him.

Yeah.. I could get used to this.

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a / n ~ aaahhh hope yall enjoyed! notes of all kind are appreciated :D and like always, thank you so much for the support.

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[gaijin-fujin-resonance]

絶望という名の君へ / To Zetsubo to Iunano Kimi e

It’s easy to write about music you really love. It’s even easier to write about music you absolutely loathe. It’s much, much harder to write about music you just don’t connect with. I kind of want to grab this song by the shoulders and shake it, and ask “Why aren’t you doing it for me? Is it you? Is it me?”

Let’s start with what’s good about it. The lyrics are, frankly, beautiful. Possibly the most direct, honest and open words that Imai has ever written. No riddles, no puzzles, no cryptic allusions - just the most gentle and inspiring hymn to the power of hope to overcome despair. (Maybe that’s part of the problem: I like puzzles. I react most strongly to Imai’s most hermetic lyrics.)

Hide’s voice is… a revelation. Like, seriously? You’ve been hiding those pipes under all that hair for all these years? He has a beautiful tone, full of longing and emotion, both in the lead, and the soothing angel-choir in the background. He soars, he exhorts, he yearns, and his voice frays beautifully when he drops away to a breathy whisper. I’ve seen many fans commenting that, in fact, he sounds almost unbearably like Atsushi on this track. There’s some truth to that; he definitely learned from the best.

But I also think that a big part of that is the other way around? I know that the vocal dynamics in Buck-Tick tend to concentrate almost entirely on the explosive fireworks of Sakurai, and occasionally on the interplay between the different tonalities of Sakurai and Imai. But they have long used washes of complex, intertwined vocal harmonies as an important part of their sound palette. And the person who has done most of that vocal wash - both live and in the studio - is Hide. People assume that all of the vocals on the backing tracks were always all Atsushi, but I believe that there was so much Hoshino in the harmonies, that many listeners came to believe that Hide’s sweet, boyish voice was actually part of Sakurai’s range.

Now to the music. It starts with an itchy little one-note pedal point square-wave synth bass that almost instantly lights up my happy receptors. And again, a flicky little 2-Step snare-crack. A lovely, chiming guitar strums peaceably along. So far so good… AND THEN THE HONKING GREAT FARTY SYNTH NOISE STARTS UP LIKE THE HORRIBLE GOOSE IN A PEACEFUL VILLAGE.

Why, Hiko, why? Why you gotta fuck up your beautiful songs with the farty synth tone?!?!?

Even when Yuta’s lovely walking bassline and the pretty tinkling Rhodes comes in around 0:42, I cannot relax and enjoy the because of the GREAT HONKING FARTY SYNTH.

Oh phew! At 0:57, right after Hide’s voice has leapt the octave into his waveringly pretty falsetto, there is a swoosh of space noises and the angry goose tone drops out. At the 1:00 mark, a choir of chorused angel-Hides takes over as Toll gets a little jazzy… see how pretty this song could be? See how gorgeous the melody and the bones of the arrangement are without the HONKING GOOSE TONE? And yet, a moment later, before we’ve even got used to the peace and quiet, the HONKING SYNTH ATTACKS.

I cannot settle down and enjoy the beauty of the song. Every time I try, that synth just jars me out of my seat. There are some beautiful moments - in particular the little break around 2:37 where a single strummed guitar chord resonates like the chime of a bell, before giving away to a gorgeous little stereo shudder like a gentle breeze, and a swelling tremolo lifts us into the triumphant, driving chorus, repeated for emphasis as the angel chorus soars in a high, pure, androgynous swoon like a theremin..

AND THEN THE HONKING GOOSE IS BACK. This is the most frustrating song in the world. Beautiful words, beautiful vocals, gorgeous detailing, lovely drifting melody - ALL RUINED BY A HORRIBLE GOOSE.

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [9]

chapter nine, act two: anobrain

March 13th 2012

The very few artists that she has met, Little Night Terrors, Little Comets, Catfish and the Bottlemen. They’ve all told her about how awful tour life is. The moving around, the no solid warm bed to stay in.

Spoke about the empty feeling they had created for themselves that they filled with things they shouldn’t have.

But not Tommie, she’s loving it. The running around with the stage hands, learning the best way to set up amps, going to new places, seeing new things.

Tommie has never felt like she had a home, her entire childhood was spent moving between her mother’s house, father’s house and her grandparent’s house. Every other day a new place to try and settle into.

This constant moving around is nothing new to her, and some selfish part of her loves the fact she can handle it better than the others.

She likes how they make passing comments about her handling the touring better. Because it means she’s good at it, she’s better than them all at something.

The past few weeks they’ve been travelling the UK doing different shows.

It’s not the driving around, the travelling, or the moving that she can't handle.

It's the people, the performing in front of strangers, the being on stage that she can’t handle.

But so far so good, nothings gone completely wrong yet, as of today they’re flying out to America, Texas, for a festival.

It's her first time in America, all of their first times besides George who’d spent a couple years in his childhood there.

She sits with her headphones on, head down, focusing on the steady bounce of Matty’s foot beside her, his knee jerking into hers.

If she didn’t have her headphones on it would probably drive her nuts.

Not a single word has been spoken between the pair since the car ride. Not one word.

It’s actually been easy, George takes charge when it comes to sound checks most of the time, so any issues in the gigs she goes to him. 

Any issues with her guitar she goes to Adam, any issues with Matty she goes to Ross.

When they’re at their apartment he’s spending most of his time with Gemma, dotting on her every movement, almost as if he’s ridden with guilt. (He is.)

Tired with the little motion she can see in her peripherals she places her hand on his knee, eyes not straying from her notebook where she’s jotting down all different kinds of things.

Matty’s whole body tenses at the touch, lump stuck in his throat as he turns his body a little to face her.

He watches her work, lip slightly chewed, glasses slipping down her nose, hairs in her face and nose crinkled in concentration.

It feels like hours- no, years- later that she removes her hand, flicking her page but never returning it to his knee.

The spot that is now cold, he yearns for her hand to be back there, to warm him up, comfort him.

Instead he stands quickly as their boarding group is called, grabbing his backpack and swinging it over one shoulder, passport and boarding pass in hand as he rushes to be first on.

The others rush after him, Ross lingering to wait for Tommie, knowing she hates crowds and prefers to hang back.

He’s laughing to himself as she slowly approaches and she raises a brow, “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Ross.”

“Nothing.”

“Ross.” She says again, a little more sternly.

He looks away, still smirking as he shrugs, “It’s funny how a simple touch from you can turn him into a blushing teenager.”

“He is a blushing teenager.”

Ross nods in agreement then ducks down a little, “Only around you.”

She elbows him in the ribs and he catches it, “What’s happened?”

“Hmm?” She turns away adjusting her zip up on her shoulders.

“You two, I mean, you’ve been off the past couple months but the past two have been torture for everyone.” He tilts his head, “What’s happened?”

She chews her lip, eyes going down the few people in the queue before them, Matty’s right at the front, not even looking back as he sprints down the hallway to the plane, George hot on his heels with Adam and Jamie not too far behind them.

She debates on telling him, or keeping it a secret, letting it eat her alive even longer.

But she knows Ross, she trusts Ross, more than anyone in the world. Despite his habit of saying things he probably shouldn’t he is the one she’ll go to if she wants a secret to be kept. He’s good at keeping his friend’s secrets.

“He kissed me.”

Ross nods, “I know, he let it slip a few months ago when he was drunk, told me not to tell Adam. On the roof? Is that what it is? The issues with Gemma?”

She shakes her head, “No, Ross, he kissed me on the way to Newcastle, in the car, when our song was on the radio. He kissed me.”

Ross is silent and she lets out a stuttering breath as she turns to look at him, “I know. I’m awful, we’re awful. God, what about Gemma? I feel awful, poor girl, I’d hate-”

“Hey, hey,” He grabs her arm to stop her rambling, “It was his decision not yours. Matty’s the one responsible.”

“The reason we argued,” She goes on, “Reason that we stopped talking, stopped being us. I told him I didn’t want to be a second choice, to him, to anyone. Told him not to use me for when his girlfriend’s not around and he feels lonely.”

Ross nods in understanding, he opens his mouth ready to chime in with his own comment but she carries on, “Worst part is, I-I miss him, Ross. Miss our late night chats, our weed talks, miss being us.”

“Matty he,” Ross sighs looking up to think of the right words, “Hasn’t been himself the past couple months with this album coming out. And Gemma coming back, I mean, they broke up a while ago, on bad terms, didn’t expect her back really. He’s been doing a lot of stuff to keep his mind off things, more weed than usual, he’s uh, not sleeping anymore.”

He turns to look at her, “Which doesn’t excuse the fact he did it, he still has to take responsibility, it’s just…”

He sighs and she nods, handing her boarding pass to the attendant, “I know, Ross.”

They don’t discuss further, don’t mention what it is that they both know. She does, as they’re nearing the door of the plane, turn to him once more, “I’m not gonna stop looking out for him.”

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March 15th 2013

“Nervous?”

She breathes in deeply trying her hardest not to let her eyes glance over to him and the stupid tank top he’s wearing.

She nods, gaze settled on a group of guys completely uninterested in the act currently in front of them. Some small town stuck-up band from a state she’s never even heard of.

She doesn’t blame the crowd for barely interacting with them, but she hopes they don’t think the same of them.

Matty squeezes her shoulder, tugging her back into his chest, the top he’s wearing curls awkwardly, scratching at the back of her upper arm. When he notices the discomfort in her posture- the way she leans away from that one part of him, he moves one hand to flatten the vest out. 

“We’ll be fine. We’ll be great.”

“Hope so.” She mutters to herself.

She clears her throat, sipping the water Adam had gotten her, “What’s the setlist again?”

“The City, Chocolate, Settle Down, Sex and You.”

She turns to him quickly, “You?”

“Mhmm.”

She looks away, pursing her lips. He smiles to himself, acting as if he didn’t know You was one her favourites.

The band comes off, she can’t remember their names, but as they pass by she catches eyes of the drummer who tilts his head with a smile, pausing beside her, “Good luck out there, tough crowd.”

She shrugs, “Or bad band.”

God, why did she say that? 

She breathes in, lifting her shoulders and hiding the way her eyes widen by keeping them forward.

His brows raise, but there’s a playful smirk on his face, “You think you and your ‘mates’ can do better?”

“Guess we’ll have to perform and find out.”

“Alright,” He turns to her, ignoring the slap on the backside from his lead singer, and the glare from Matty behind her, “You get that group of frat boys at the back to interact, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“She’s eighteen.” Matty says, slinging his arm over her shoulder, “And we’ve got a gig to put on, so swing your ‘ook.”

She elbows him in the side and turns back to him, “Deal.”

He nods, “I’ll be watching.”

“I’ll be performing.”

She smiles to herself, turning around to see the rest of the guys watching, her cheeks heat up and she lets her shoulders sag a little, “What?”

“No.” The four speak at the same time.

She rolls her eyes, “Not fair, if he had tits and half the sexual energy he just did, you’d be all over it.”

“Get on stage.”

She grabs her guitar, the green fender, and is following Matty up as he introduces them and the first song.

The performance goes well, she stands in her usual spot, between Ross and Matty, playing her riffs and parts as she sings quietly into the mic so as not to overpower Matty’s vocals.

She makes eye contact with the drummer from the American band a few times. And when the frat boys are the one cheering the loudest she lifts the bottle in her hand towards him.

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He talks a lot, she realises, three sips into her drink.

And he has one of those really annoying and obnoxious American accents that makes her want to rip her ears off.

But he’s nice.

He says things that make her laugh, and he shares a few interests.

He gives her attention, tells her things she’s never heard a guy say to her before.

Compliments her music taste, her voice, her clothes, her hair and her guitar skills.

She learns his name is Caleb, he’s been in the band ‘Dirty Delights’ (a name she laughs at so hard she’s choking on her drink) for almost nineteen years. He’s older than her, more mature than guys her age, but neither seem to mind. He’s from Georgia, has an older brother, Brent, a younger sister, Alice,  and his family is a strict Christian family.

He even goes into the deeper details, telling her of the messy divorce which led to him moving into a caravan with his father and his brother, his sister living in their childhood home with her mother.

About how he hated his mother for years until his dad died when he was nineteen and he had to move in with her. Tells her the four of them are closer than ever now.

He asks her how long she’s been in her band, asks about their album, commenting on how ‘lucky’ they are to have gotten it so early into their career.

She doesn’t comment on the fact that the guys were in a band years before she joined, trying and failing to get the EPs and the album.

She also doesn’t tell him about her family, like he so desperately wants her to.

She sticks to the basics, ‘Adam, the other guitarist is my cousin, basically my brother, I’ve lived with him for a while’ and ‘I grew up with my grandparents until they moved abroad.’

He doesn’t press for more, which is what she likes about him.

At the end of the night, the glasses (one turned into five) have been drained, and she’s messaged George, currently the only sober one, to come meet her.

“I hope you guys go on to do greater things.” He says, as he waits outside with her for George to arrive. His hands tucked into the pockets of his skinny jeans.

She smiles in thanks, “Hope you guys finally get that album.”

He nods a little, “We’re getting there.”

She needs to, looking across the street, “Uh, my friends and I, we’re going to a party before we go back to the place we’re staying at. You interested?”

He purses his lip, and tilts his head, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I can’t. I really enjoyed tonight, you’re a great girl, but I’ve got another gig, we’re leaving at seven A.M, if I’m late again, Bryan,” (the lead singer), “Will kick my ass.”

She nods, “I get it, we’re late all the time, I completely rinse the guys every time, I hate lateness.”

He nods knowingly, “Is that why you’ve been extra anxious for the past three minutes?”

She chuckles, head falling to look at her shoes, hair covering her blushing cheeks, and nods, “George was supposed to be here at nine sharp.”

George’s ears must bleed, because he appears around the corner out of breath as if he had been running.

“So- Sorry, Tom. Didn’t mean to be late, got lost. Americans are- har- hard to understand.”

She smiles, turning to look at Caleb, “Nice meeting you, and thanks.”

He nods, passing another slight nod to George, “See you ‘round, mate.”

George sighs as they both watch him leave the opposite way they’re going, “You get his number?”

She shakes her head with a shrug and he shoves her shoulder as they start walking, “What? With all that sexual tension? You at least did it in the bathroom, right?”

She purses her lips and silently continues on, “What? Not even a quick shag? And you’re letting him go?”

“I’m not one for a ‘quick shag’, G,” She mutters, quietly adding onto the end, “Especially when I’ve never had one.”

He pretends he doesn’t hear that, but he does. And he changes the subject, discussing Ross' new ‘cocktail’ which was just Vodka, Redbull, Orange Gin, Fanta and a squeeze of an orange slice.

She pulls a face, and then cringes when he tells her about Adam and Matty’s attempt at the Dirty Dancing lift.

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 March 16th 2013

Tommie groans, head pounding as she’s grabbed by someone and brought back into a chest.

There’s muffled shouting and she tries to open her eyes but the brightness of the room is too much.

“Holy fuck-”

“Matty!”

“This guys a fuck-”

“Get up! Get up, now, assholes!”

Tommie’s suddenly wide awake, being dragged up by Matty’s hand on her wrist, she blinks a little as she looks up at him, he’s got her turned so her chest is to his naked one. 

It’s then she realises she’s naked too, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. George is shedding his t-shirt from last night, pulling it over her head so she can turn around to see what’s going on.

One of the sound technicians who’s been travelling with them is still in the bed, along with one of their tour manager's assistants.

“What the fuck?”

“Get out!”

She looks to the stranger's voice, seeing a man with a shotgun, it’s then that her eyes widen, “Roddy?”

“It’s okay.”

“What the actual- Matty?”

“Alright,” Matty says, hands out as if trying to calm a wild animal, “We’re going, okay? Gonna get our shit and go, alright?”

“Hey, what’s all that shout- Holy fuck, Adam!”

Adam groans, shoving Ross in the shoulder, “What Ro- oh my-”

Matty’s hands return to Tommie’s shoulders carefully, clutching onto the soft fabric of the t-shirt as a shirtless George slowly climbs over the bed around him, “Alright, look, mate-”

“Don’t mate me, we stated plain and simple when y’all got here that this is a religious household, no taboo-”

“What's a taboo?”

His eyes flicker to Tommie and Matty pulls her further back leaning a little closer to warn her to shut up.

He looks over at the others gathered in the door and nods his head for them to go, “Matt-” Ross is the one who tries to step forward but he shakes his head nodding again.

“Go gather everyone up, tell ‘em to get their shit, we’re going.”

Adam’s eyes haven’t left his little cousin, she quickly nods at him as she looks around the room trying to see if any of her stuff is in here.

She doesn’t even know how she ended up in here.

They all back away from the doorframe slowly quickly gathering the rest of the team to start off outside towards the cars they’d brought with them.

Matty looks around and tries to slowly edge them towards the door, Tommie clutching onto his arm as they move, “We’ll go-”

“You disrespect our house, our religion, my mother-”

“We meant no disrespect to anyone, promise-”

“He’s circumcised!” Tommie suddenly yells and he tilts his head.

“Shut up.”

“What in the Lord’s name is that supposed to mean?”

Tommie shrugs, “Religious people do that, right?”

“Jewish people, Baby.” Matty mutters, “Wrong religion.”

“Jesus was Jewish.” She mumbles back.

“Okay,” Matty keeps moving them slowly, turning his body so Tommie is behind him, “We’re gonna go.”

“Y'all are staying until the cops arrive, my momma called them.”

“For what?” Matty mutters another warning of her name, “What did we do? What are they gonna charge us with?”

“Tommie-”

“Vandalism, underage drinking, prostitution, br-”

“I’m not a prostitute!” She yells in offence.

“On three?” Matty asks.

She nods, moving her hand to grip onto his, ignoring the Texans religious and honourable rambling, “One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

They both let go of each other to run around him, Tommie kicking him in the back of the leg as she goes, “Chicken leg!”

Matty cackles, grabbing her as they run down the stairs and out into the large fields surrounding the house.

Most cars are half way down the gravel driveway already with Adam, Ross, George and Rick waiting with one of the larger mini vans.

Matty laughs as he grabs her, pushing her in before Adam is grabbing his arm and pulling him in after them, Ross quickly driving off.

He lies on top of her on the floor at the feet of George and Adam, staring up at the ceiling before the entire car erupts in laughter.

“Holy shit.”

“Oh my God.”

“Welcome to America, ya’ll.”

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[fraener]

11/25/24

having a craving for beef today so i might get some soon. also craving sweets. trumpet boy is coming to visit soon so i want to get my house spick and span for that to happen im sooooooo excited. landlords are no longer going away for months which is really sad...both for the sake of connies health and cause i was really looking forward to having some peace and quiet around here! theyre going for a week or so at some point to sell their sailboat which is sad. will have to think about moving maybe cause i like my privacy and theyre kinda weird about space. so sad also that p+s are leaving soon but really glad to be spending some time with them before they go. i hope they come back. last night at eeme with c was weird and they wouldnt really talk to me and hid kind of but s was nice to me and it seemed like they didnt know what was happening at all. feeling cold and tired but excited here and there. not looking forward to teaching my new throwing group tonight but here we go...gonna hopefully see h afterwards i miss him a lot. well after work he grabbed me and brought me home and when i saw him for longer i felt less excited to be around him because he was being very pokey and proddy physically which i cant really understand...this is a relatively recent development in our relationship where he kind of treats me like his cat and just grabs and touches me whenever he wants which i dont really like especially because he often physically restrains me. and then when we were cuddling in bed and i commented on how late it was and said i had to go to bed he said ok ill go since you dont seem very interested in cuddling anyways and i felt hurt by that cause i was like what do you think it is were doing right this minute...and then he said he didnt listen to the music i made that i sent him yet and he saw my score and laughed at me and was like "do you need help writing music cause i know how to do that" kind of dont feel like i need any help or advice from someone who doesnt really make music anymore and pretty much just learns other peoples songs on the guitar! just dont like that things have been emotionally and personally distant and his way of trying to close that gap is by thinking he should be grabbing me and picking me up or preventing me from moving around or getting away from him. i dont know. sometimes it feels like he makes these bids for attention he knows will make me uncomfortable or i dont like them on purpose so he can validate the rejection he feels cause im not giving him what hes expecting from me. i really just want this to be normal and i keep coming into our interactions thinking things will be fine and weve moved on but he cant seem to let it go in the way he behaves. he spent so much money on the san juan trip i know i have to go...and i do want to go but i just dont like being around someone thats doing things that make me uncomfortable, especially when i tell them and then they give an overblown overly accommodating response like a punishment. also not sure what to say or do about r coming to visit me. i want to have my interaction with him freely and i know if i tell h about it hes just going to flip out instead of listening to me. maybe if he flips out and then goes out of town he can cool off there. or hell be texting and calling me the whole time freaking out. ugh idk. im getting mad about it just thinking about it. especially the thing where he only gets really shitty to me if he thinks whoever it is i have a crush on has a penis that makes me angrier than anything else.

[junglekarmapippa]

Robbie on Robbie #18: and I’d like to sing a song that says that you’ll be fine, but now you know me so you know that I’d be lying.

(From Motherfucker)

RJ grabbed his guitar and sat on his chair. His students were downstairs, cleaning the restaurant after a rather busy day.

Meanwhile, RJ had a lot to think about, mostly about the Phantom Beast and how powerful and brutal they were. He plucked the strings distractedly as he processed all the information he had gathered.

There was also the issue of the Spirit Rangers. RJ figured they worked the same way their zords did, a projection of the other Masters’ animal spirits that had taken a solid form, only instead of giant animals, they were humanoid. RJ wondered if his father had ever been a ranger when he was young and just had never told him. Same with Master Swoop.

But if they had, why would they keep it a secret?

He continued plucking the strings as he thought and was so lost in thought he didn’t hear the others come up, ready for dinner and bed.

“Hey man,” Dom called, pulling RJ out of his musings. “Do you take requests? Because that is unnerving.”

“Shoot” RJ said, looking at them.

“Why don’t you sing us a song you want to sing?” Lily requested. “Any song you want to sing.”

“No!” Dom yelled. “He’s going to sing us an acoustic version of ‘Barbie Girl’,” he whined.

“Very funny, Dom,” RJ said with a smirk. “I don’t feel like singing ‘Barbie Girl’ today, to be honest.”

“Then what would you like to sing?” Casey asked.

“‘Show me the meaning of being lonely’ by the Backstreet Boys?” RJ offered.

“Damn, that’s depressing,” Dom said, spreading peanut butter on a slice of bread.

“Well, I’d like to sing a slow song,” RJ said, correcting his own posture with the guitar. “And I’d like to sing a song that says that you’ll be fine,” he said, looking at his students. “But now you know me, so you know that I’d be lying.”

The three boys laughed at the comment, but Lily noticed RJ wasn’t laughing, his attention back to the guitar strings. He wasn’t joking.

“Guys,” she told the others to stop their laughter. RJ started playing the first chords of “I want it that way” by the Backstreet Boys, and he noticed his mistake very quickly.

He tapped his fingers against the guitar angrily. “Damn it!”

“Hey,” Lily said, walking to him. “We like that one too.”

“My mind is all over the place,” he said.

Lily arrived next to him, and the boys were also making their way from the kitchen.

“What is it?” Lily asked.

“It’s nothing,” RJ dismissed, his eyes still on the guitar. There were a couple of seconds of silence, during which RJ closed his eyes. Suddenly, he yelled: “I can’t remember the right song!”

“It’s okay,” Casey said. “”It’s just a song.”

“No, it’s not,” RJ replied. “My mind is all over the place, I’m drowning in worry, I haven’t had a good night sleep in months, “ he looked at Casey, Theo, and Lily. “I can’t help you,” he admitted.

“You are an amazing master,” Casey told him. “I have learnt so much from you.”

“You have been invaluable to us,” Lily told him.

“We’d be dead if you hadn’t rescued us,” Theo told him. “Three times!”

“Yeah, but the fights to come—“

“We have you,” Lily said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “And Dom. We’ll be fine.”

Casey knelt in front of him. “You have helped us. We’ll be fine.”

“We’ll take ‘I want it that way’,” Dom said, turning to go back to the kitchen. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Something to loosen the knot in my stomach,” RJ told him, and his student smiled at him.

“PB&J it is!” Dom called.

“Dom!” RJ called from his chair. “You haven’t learned how to cook anything else in all these years?”

“Nope. I didn’t have to!”

RJ went back to his guitar and started playing the requested song.

As he sang, his brain went through all the possibilities of harm that could come to his students. He looked at them, and they were singing back, except for Theo. They were so carefree and relaxed.

He shook his head and told himself to enjoy the moment. They’ll burn those bridges when they come to them, or however the saying went.

[honeybadgerwritings]

would you be willing to write a little blurb w/ steve and eddie x orally fixated! reader? mayb reader has a wicked oral fixation and is always just innocently chewing/sucking on the boys? like absentmindedly pulling one of their hands to their face and slipping a few fingers in their mouth? the boys were a bit confused at first but as long as reader doesn't bite too hard they don't care very much. steve will scold them if he hasn't washed his hands before they do it lol. oh oh and maybe eddie thinks its kinda nice if he's been playing guitar all day? like soft warm mouth on his sore fingertips could feel good mayb? 🤷‍♀️

You better stop it before I combust…. I have such a bad oral fixation and this has me weak at the knees <3 <3 <3

This became a lot longer than I thought it would so I’m not even sure it counts as a blurb anymore…. But I say it is one cause I wrote it

Also I know it’s like 8 hours late cause I added soooo much more to it and then promptly fell asleep…no I don’t want to talk about it 😂😭

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You’d always been prone to things like lip biting, thumb sucking, and chewing on the caps/erasers of every writing utensil you’ve ever owned. Sometimes it’d help you feel less anxious, and sometimes you’d do it just to do it. Steve and Eddie would know of this, having witnessed it countless times over the years that they’ve known you.

They’d have learned to offer you a pen or a straw to chew on when they’d see you becoming nervous. But the older you became, the less those things would seem to satisfy you.

So imagine their surprise when you began to fulfill your needs in a…well, different sort of way.

It’d start out slow, maybe you’d be sitting on Eddie’s lap, his hand intertwined with yours, and the next thing you’d know, the cuff of his flannel would be pulled up to your lips, and you’d be suckling on it.

The two of them would share a look. Not in a weird way, in more of a ‘well this is new’ sort of way. They wouldn’t comment on it though, letting you have your fun.

It’d continue like that for a week or two, you constantly gnawing on the cuffs of their sleeves or the drawstrings of their coats while they’d allow it to happen, no questions asked. It isn’t until one night when you’re all watching movies in Eddie’s trailer that you’d decide you need more. It wouldn’t even be a conscious decision either.

You’d be pressed up against Steve’s side, gnawing on the fabric of his sleeve as your tired eyes focus on the movie. And then slowly, you’d maneuver his hand, gently wrapping your lips around his middle and index fingers. You didn’t even really notice that you’d done it, but Steve would realize what was happening right away.

He’d look down at you, bewildered, then up at Eddie, whose sitting on the other side of you, completely engrossed in the movie. Steve would reach over you and flick him with his free hand, silently gesturing in a way that says, “What the fuck do I do?”

The metalhead would lean forward to get a better look at you, seeming surprised at first before his face melts into one of amusement.

“Whatcha doin’ there sweets?”

And you’d just shrug, droopy eyes finally falling shut as you suck on Steve’s fingers. Eddie would smile in complete adoration before glancing up at Steve.

“I am so not stopping this,” he’d tease, leaning closer to wrap his arm around both of you.

Steve would flip him off, before glancing back down at you, eyes softening and heart fluttering in his chest as you relax against him, just suckling on his fingers. He’d pull you impossibly closer to him, relishing in just how sweet this moment with the three of you is. It’s then that he’d start to think: “Maybe I could get used to this.”

It’d become a normal thing after that. You, absentmindedly grabbing their hands to suck/gnaw on their fingers whenever you need to, and them, letting you out of pure adoration for how cute you are when doing it.

Although sometimes Steve would be a total hardass about it.

“Hey! No no no, absolutely not!” Steve would scold, causing you and Eddie to snap your heads in his direction.

Eddie would’ve just gotten home from work at the auto shop, and you had reached out for his hand. He wouldn’t have really been paying much attention, letting you pull it towards yourself, until Steve had so rudely interrupted.

“Why notttt?” You’d whine, still holding the ringed fingers inches away from your lips. Steve would gesture incredulously at Eddie’s hands, causing the metalhead to look down at them.

“Oh shit,” he breathes, “Yeah…maybe not right now honey.”

They’re covered in grease and dirt from working all day, and to be honest, neither of you had noticed.

You’d pout, crossing your arms as he’d pull his hand away. He’d chuckle at you fondly,“No need to pout darlin’, I’m just gonna go clean up.” He’d lean down, placing a kiss to your cheek and mumbling, “I bet if you ask Stevie reaaalll nicely, he’ll let you suck his fingers,” before winking at the other boy and sauntering away, leaving just you and Steve on opposite ends of the couch.

Steve definitely would’ve heard Eddie’s words, but would choose to pretend not to, wanting to tease you a bit.

“Stevie?” You’d ask quietly.

He’d bite the inside of his cheek, keeping his focus straight ahead on the television in front of him. He’d know that you’re looking at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes to ever exist, and a smirk would form on his lips when you’d start to whine. However, his resolve wouldn’t last more than 30 seconds.

“Pretty please Stevie?” You’d pout, leg bouncing in anticipation, and he’d let out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine,” He’d look over at you in fake annoyance, before winking, “C’mere sweetheart.”

You’d giddily jump in his lap, curling up against him as he presses two of his fingers to your lips. You’d happily part them, closing your eyes as he presses the digits down lightly on your tongue.

“You’re needy, you know that?” He’d tease, and you’d just hum, already relaxing against his chest.

He’d never tell you, but he enjoys this almost as much as you do, if not just as much. You always look so pretty like this, relaxing in his arms while you suck on his fingers, and he loves nothing more than to take care of you.

He’d chuckle at you, resting his chin gently on top of your head, “Yeah yeah. My needy little baby.”

15 minutes later, Eddie would walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, to find the two of you just like that, asleep in each other’s arms.

While most of the time it’d be something you’d do out of your own free will, there would be a couple times where they’d even ask you to do it.

“Hey sweets?” You’d hear Eddie call throughout the trailer, humming in response, “Can you come here a minute?”

You’d skip into his room, where he’s hanging up his guitar. You’d been cleaning the trailer, listening to him practice for the last 2 hours or so, “What’s up Eds?”

He’d pat the spot next to him on the bed, a small smile spread across his pretty face, “Come sit.”

You’d oblige, watching him nervously as you do so. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from squeaking out a tiny, “I’m not in trouble am I?”

“No,” he’d chuckle, “No princess, you’re not in trouble. But I do need you to open up for me.” And you do without question, letting him slip his fingers into your mouth. “That’s it,” he’d praise you, “M’ fingers were starting to feel sore, and I just need your pretty little lips wrapped around them for a bit.”

You’d look up at him with wide bleary eyes, whimpering at the praise. He’d just coo at you, stroking your cheek with the thumb of his hand, and letting you curl up against his side, “Always feels so nice when you suck on them after I play baby.”

These are some of Eddie’s favorite moments with you, when the two of you would get to relax while he holds you in his arms. He’d feel you gently run your tongue along his fingers and sigh in relief.

“So good for me sweets.” He’d hum, and oh yeah, he would love this just as much as Steve does.

Sometimes though, you’d be so overwhelmed that you wouldn’t even know you’d need it, but that’s why you have your boys.

You’d gone with them to a Halloween party, sporting a cute little pirate outfit and feeling good about yourself. But two hours later, you’d be buzzed, lost in the crowd, and worst of all, you can’t find either of them.

You’d slowly but surely be pushing your way through everyone, mumbling choked out apologies as you try to find them. A group of juniors would cheer loudly next to you as one of them does a keg stand, and you’d whimper, covering your ears.

Once you finally push your way through the middle of the floor, it’s easy to spot Eddie, whose dressed as Dr. Frank-N-Furter, standing over in the corner chatting with a few other people. You’d stumble over to him, whimpering out a small, “Eds…” and tugging lightly on the hem of his tank top until he turns around.

He’d be excited to see you, “Hi baby! We were wondering where you went! I just sent Steve out to find you and-” It’s then that he’d register your teary eyes and the way you’re gnawing your bottom lip raw, and he’d bend down to your level, “Woah woah woah, honey what happened?”

You wouldn’t even have a direct answer, first you’d gotten a little lost when going to get another drink, and then it was too loud, too crowded, and you had no idea where anyone was. It’d all come out in a mix of babbled words and sniffles, and Eddie’d be quick to wrap an arm around you leading you towards the exit.

Halfway through the door he’d spot Zombie clad Steve in the crowd, and he’d whistle, getting his attention, before leading you out onto the lawn and towards his van.

Steve would catch up with the two of you in time to pull the back door open, helping you inside.

Neither would be even close to drunk, their tolerance for alcohol being built up over the years, so it’d be easy to maneuver you in between them. You’d end up in Steve’s lap, back to his chest with his arms around your waist, while Eddie’d kneel in front of you, cradling your face.

“It’s okay, you’re alright.” Steve would murmur into your ear. You’d furrow your brows in confusion, “Stevie?” You’d ask, wondering when he’d gotten there. It’s not your fault though, you really are feeling out of it.

They’d both chuckle, “Yeah baby, I’m here, Stevie’s right here,” he’d respond, squeezing you tight.

Eddie would notice you gnawing on your bottom lip again, and he’d gently tug it away with his thumb, eliciting a whine from you.

He would shake his head, “No sweetheart, you’re hurting yourself…here.” He’d gently slip his thumb through your parted lips, and you’d react instantly, sucking on it.

Your breathing would slow, rigid body going lax against Steve, and your eyes would droop, causing the boys to make eye contact. They’d smile at each other as they realize this is what you needed all along.

“There we go honey…that’s it, just relax.” Steve would coo, reaching up to brush the hair out of your face.

“See? You’re alright precious.” Eddie’d praise you, “I know, it got a bit scary in there, but you’re okay. You just needed a little help didn’t you?”

You’d nod slightly, sighing in content through your nose, and Steve would chuckle,

“That’s what we’re here for baby. We’ll always help you.”

[kizzywh]

All I Need to Hear (Part 2 of the World Stops)

This is going to end up being a series i think, i have so much to write, so do leave a comment if you want more parts.

Content warnings- None

Bio~: where you meet the band, and something begins to blossom

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  Your Pov

After leaving the café in Manchester, you had explored the streets, Matty’s hand tight in yours, him showing you little places from his childhood, places you’d never even noticed before. You couldn’t believe you were holding hands with the man that you’d loved for years- hell, you even had a secret The 1975 twitter account about the band; but that was one thing you sure as hell weren’t allowing Matty to learn about.

You kept looking up at him, barely able to believe that this was real, that this was happening, before he stops you, in a passage under one of many of Manchester’s canals, and he looks down at you. You’re barely able to dare to look up at him, before he pulls out his phone, and motions at you both, before asking, “can i?” You nodded, and he snaps a few photos, before you felt his lips press to your forehead and the camera click, and he pulls away, as if on fire, before nodding at the photos on his phone, and sliding it into one of the pockets of his trench coat.

Looking up at him now, he seems confident, but you can see a shyness in his eyes that betrays how he is really feeling. Matty looks down at you, those familiar brown curls that you dreamt of touching, falling in front of his brown eyes. Gently, you reached out and brushed them back, marvelling at how soft they were, and smiled. God, you’d never felt so content.

Matty’s Pov

Showing her Manchester was an experience to say the least. She was almost child-like in her wonder, as I’d shown her places that I’d seen a thousand times, but with her stood there, it seemed like I was seeing it for the first time too. I desperately wanted to take her photo, she looked so gorgeous in the fading light of the city, and so I did.

I wished I could post them. I wanted the world to know about this girl.

Your Pov

Later that night, you were sat in your flat, contemplating the day. Matty had grabbed your phone, giggling, before adding his number, with the name “daddy.” It had had you in fits of laughter, almost doubled over in the street, and his laughs had rang out with you. Leaving him at the bus stop had been so hard. You weren’t so bold as to invite him to your flat, especially not with the amount of merch you had of him and his band, he would’ve had a field day with that.

Suddenly, a notification pings off your Instagram, from @trumanblack, and you pressed on it, before a picture of you, and Matty kissing your forehead fills your screen. You take a deep breath, you hadn’t asked him not to post them, but assumed he wouldn’t. he had tagged you in it and had captioned it: “I hate to think about you with somebody else...” His fans had gone wild, begging to know who you were, and quickly, your inbox was inundated with new followers, and dms begging to know if you and Matty were a thing. Were you? You’d spent the entire day with him, and it had been one of the best days of your life, but surely it was just a one off? Shutting off your phone, you pulled out your acoustic guitar. You could play, not like Ross, or any of the band, but well enough, and begun to strum the familiar chords to ‘she lays down,’ and pressing record on your phone, you begin to sing.

Matty’s Pov

Posting that on Instagram had potentially been a moment of weakness for me. I realised that this was going to lead to so many questions, ones that I didn’t know the answers to, but she looked so good in those photos. The way (y/h/c) hides her face protects her to some extent, but I wanted to tag her in it, before producing the caption from ‘somebody else.’ I knew it was a little tongue-in-cheek, but I couldn’t imagine her with somebody else. (y/e/c) looking into someone else’s eyes would be a little too much for me to bear. Clicking post, I look up at the ceiling of my apartment, wondering what she is doing, and a part of me hopes she’s thinking of me.

Taking my guitar, I begin to play, random chords, and slowly, a song begins to form. “Tell me you love me, cos that’s all I need to hear.”

Your Pov

You post the cover on your Instagram, not tagging Matty in it, or the band, knowing that he’d maybe never even see it. You couldn’t bear to think that Matty meant more by that post, you didn’t know how you’d react. You were just a songwriter, writing your own songs that would never be heard, you weren’t famous, not like Matty. Not like their band. You could only dream that one day, stadiums would be filled with your fans. It seemed unlikely.

-the next day-

You woke up with nearly 50k new followers on Instagram, and an outpouring of love for the cover you’d posted the night before. Nursing a coffee, you read some of the comments, all so kind, praising your work, some asking about you and Matty, and you laughed. Even you didn’t know the answer to that; before you saw ~@trumanblack commented: this is so beautiful.

Blushing, you liked the comment, before going back to your coffee, wondering when you could see him again before your phone lit up with a message from ‘daddy’ and you laughed to yourself before opening it.

“Good morning beautiful, I hope you didn’t mind me tagging you in that post, but it was too good to not share x” – Matty

You replied quickly

“Not quite sure how to handle this new-found fame, Healy.”

Matty’s Pov

I’d laughed at that message, it seemed a little confident, and I hoped she was starting to come out of her shell a bit more. The photograph was beautiful, and I hoped that maybe she had got the hidden meaning. I wanted her to meet the band today, they were dying to meet her, and I’d got that new song I wanted to trial in the studio today, so I had written her a message.

“Can you meet me at the bus station in 30 mins? There’s something I want to show you.”

Your Pov

The message came through as you were getting dressed, pulling on a comfortable top, accentuating your figure, and some jeans, before pulling on a leather jacket, and doing your traditional winged eyeliner.

“Can you meet me at the bus station in 30 mins? There’s something I want to show you.” – Daddy

You laughed at the name, before changing it back to Matty in your phone, before replying with a yes. What could he possibly want to show you, this early? Locking the door to your flat, you head downstairs, waving a good morning at the receptionist, and leaving, heading to the bus station, thanking god that you’d chosen an outfit this morning that you were comfortable in, and also looked good in, and that you didn’t look a mess like you usually thought you did.

Waiting at the bus station, you realised one of your doc laces had come undone, and you reached down to tie them, but as you did, you heard a loud “damn y/n, for me?.” you could recognise that voice anywhere, and you stood to glare at him. “Matty! Keep it down, will you?” you blushed, noticing people looking, and you shook your head. “Where are we going today then?”

Matty smiled at you. “it’s a surprise, just follow me.” you laughed at that. “Very suspicious, Healy. Not sure I trust you just yet.” He feigns mock surprise, before grabbing your hand and leading you off.

After almost 20 minutes of walking, you arrived at a dark building, and you frowned up at it. “Matty, what is this place?” you turned to ask him, but he had already opened the door, and beckoned you in. following him in, you looked around, before he led you up some narrow stairs in a dingy looking corridor, and opened the door to reveal a room, with instruments set up, and 3 other boys relaxing on some couches around the room.

You almost started crying when you realised, they weren’t just ‘3 other boys’, it was only the other 3 members of the 1975. A tall blonde stood up first, and walked over to stand in front of you, you knew this was George Daniel, but you hadn’t expected him to be so… tall. He pulled you into a bear hug, and you had quickly reciprocated, before he’d held out his hand. “I’m George” he said quietly, and you nodded, acknowledging him. Looking around, you realised Matty had sprawled himself out on the couch George had just vacated, and he was grinning up at you. Another blonde waved at you, this one shorter, this was Adam Hann, and you waved back shyly. Ross was last, and as he stood, you almost blushed, you could see his muscles through his shirt. He was well-groomed, and he held out his hand for a handshake nervously, smiling down at you, “Hello y/n, I’m Ross, me and the lads have heard a lot about you.” He said, laughing slightly, and you joined in, giggling quietly, “hopefully only good things!” you replied, shooting a death glare over at Matty, who had watched you blushing at your interaction with Ross, and was struggling to keep his emotions in check.

Matty’s Pov

No way was y/n blushing at Ross. And even worse, he was blushing too! I was trying to stop it showing on my face, and stood up to mess with some guitars, knowing quite well they were already tuned, but I needed a minute of composure. Smiling now, and turning to shoot a pointed look at Ross, who had gone back to his phone and was slowly regaining his original colour, I went and wrapped my arm around her waist, feeling how she tensed and then blushed at my touch.

“I’ve been working on a song, y/n, and we want you to hear it. I wrote it last night.” I said to her, while at the same time, aiming it at the room so they’d go into the recording studio at the end of the room. “You wrote a whole song in a night?” she looks up at me, in shock, and I nod. “It’s kind of what we do.” I snigger, with a cocky grin on my face, and led her to sit on a chair outside the recording studio. The boys are finally ready with their instruments, and she’s sat with a pair of headphones on, ready to listen, and I know it’s time to play. I nod at the boys, and the chords to my new song start playing. I grab the microphone and avoid her gaze, almost singing to the floor, not wanting to see her reaction.

“I get out my records, when you go away…” getting into the song now, I continue to sing, the band perfectly understanding the right notes and chords to play, and I admit, I’m grateful. They learnt this almost overnight for y/n, and it was critical that she heard it as I wanted her to.

Your Pov

The final ending chords to Matty’s new song were played, and you felt a familiar blush rising. The lyrics seemed a bit too aimed at you, and he was saying he wanted to hear someone say they loved him? Looking up at him as he sang, you realised he wasn’t looking at you, his curls in his eyes, and as he was crooning into the microphone, you realise Ross is looking at you too, and you smile at him. He’s only being friendly after all. “Tell me you love me, cos that’s all I need to hear...” the final words rang out and Matty finally meets your gaze, as the music fades out.

You clapped, smiling, loving it, and as they filed out of the studio, you hugged each of the band in turn, before looking up at Matty, and his brown eyes actually seemed nervous, and you smiled up at him, gently reaching to touch his face, cupping his cheek. The boys settle themselves on the couches, leaving you and Matty to have your time. “What was the inspiration for that song, Matty?” you were that in awe, you forgot to call him by his usual title of Healy, and he notices, before reaching to grip the hand that was holding his face so gently, and he smiles down at you, a blush reaching his ears. Adorable, you noted. “You were, y/n.” he whispered, holding your arm as if you were so fragile, you might just break.

“You want me to tell you that I love you?” you whispered back, stepping forward and bridging the space that was between you. He nodded, looking down at you, suddenly shy. Similar to how he was in the café yesterday. You smiled, looking up at him. “Oh Matty… I didn’t realise that you felt… such a feeling for me. I thought you only said you loved me yesterday by accident,” you paused, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, and he gently brushes one from your cheek with his thumb, resting his hand on your face.

“No y/n… it was no accident. Not at all.” He said with such certainty that you knew it to be true. Looking up at him again, your eyes are a mix of emotions, before softly, you whispered. “I love you Matty Healy… is that what you need to hear?” His face lights up, with such an expression of joy that you smiled with him, and softly, he bends down and tilts your chin up to meet his gaze, before nodding, and slowly, pressed his soft lips against yours. This kiss was different to his previous kisses. They weren’t for show, they weren’t shy. But they were filled with a promise, a promise of hope, and new starts, because he knew he wanted you to be part of them.

“I love you too y/n. but I have something to ask.”

[mc-lukanette]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

—————

Luka took a breath as he hit the last emotion-filled note on his guitar. His body vibrated just as his strings did, though he realized soon enough that there weren't enough high notes to lift him from feeling so low.

Marinette was Ladybug. He was still absorbing it, even though a part of him insisted that it should've been obvious; not just because there could only be one girl in Paris who was so brave, kindhearted, and suited for the job, but... well—

There was also only one girl in Paris who could be so unlucky. Luka was upset - angry, really - at all the things he couldn't have known that just proved to put more pressure on her. People idolized and adored Ladybug, but he never once thought that he wanted to be her. She didn't get anything from being a superhero outside of wasted time and the guilt of having to lie to everyone. He'd felt bad enough keeping Viperion a secret from his family, and he was only a temporary hero.

He sighed, setting his guitar down and raking his fingers through his hair. Marinette being Ladybug would've been enough of a shock on its own, but Adrien being Chat Noir made everything both worse and more complicated. In the midst of all the realizations he'd been having at the time, he felt lucky that he was able to get Ladybug - Marinette - to believe that his mind had just drifted for a moment. She'd still looked worried, but there was nothing he could've told her at the time, his mind too scrambled to be certain what the right steps were.

He'd always imagined that past snakes had learned of other's identities before as well, and thus had wondered before what he'd do if such a thing ever happened. Chat wasn't the one "in charge," so Luka wasn't worried about him (at least not in terms of talking about identities), but Ladybug was a different story.

Previously, he would've said that he'd tell her without hesitation, but the problem was that she was Marinette and the way he found out made things messy. If he told her that he knew, she'd blame herself and demand to know what happened for him to know so she could try to "fix" it, except there was nothing to fix and a conversation about his abilities would inevitably lead to talking about Adrien being Chat Noir.

In essence, he was at a roadblock. There was probably no "right" solution either, as he figured Sass might tell him; that even seemed to be the message Sass wordlessly sent him as Ladybug took his miraculous back. He’d probably known, and maybe had intentionally given him the power to see red strings on heroes in the first place. He didn’t know for sure because he couldn’t ask, aware that it would make Ladybug even more suspicious after he’d already tried to assure her.

What he did know was that Chat was something else to think about now. Chat was tied to her, and he knew - everyone knew, really - that there was drama going on in their relationship. He'd done only a little digging and Face to Face was all the evidence he'd needed, as if seeing the two interact in person wasn't already enough.

There was a pressure there, for Ladybug and Chat Noir to be a couple. Chat Noir was a habitual flirt, and most people ate up any drama or “juicy details” about their relationship. Everyone went wild for the hand kisses that Chat gave Ladybug, whether or not she pulled away from it. Add on the red string of fate, and it just made everything worse, making him wonder what the ties meant; did Adrien's string being tied around his ring mean that he became the cat through fate, specifically so—

It made Luka feel gross just thinking about it, and knowing what he knew made it even worse; people were shipping his friend with someone she wasn't interested in, even if it was "one side" specifically that she wasn't interested in.

He shook his head, feeling vaguely possessive. It wasn't about Marinette being his friend; it was about her deserving better than something deciding her fate for her.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a familiar jingle, pulling out his phone to see a message from Marinette.

Are we still on for tonight?

FOR THE FIRE I MEAN.

I just don't want you to get in trouble! You're sure???

He chuckled, his shoulders easing at Marinette's usual enthusiasm. It was adorable that she was worried about him and not what they were planning to do.

He typed back immediately, I'm sure, Marinette. Don't worry.

He glanced at the drawer under his bed, where all the Adrien pictures were. He imagined Adrien's face plastered all over Paris, flashing back and forth between Adrien himself and Chat Noir.

He felt like he shouldn’t be shocked by the revelation, though he wouldn't be able to quite explain why.

—————

Luka looked over his work once more, checking to make sure the fire would start properly. It'd been a while, but he at least hadn't gotten rusty and even got a congratulatory pat on the back from his mother when she'd seen him carrying the supplies. Had she known that it was Marinette's decision to do this, she would've married them on the spot herself.

As he eyed the box of Adrien pictures set out, he had to bury another slew of thoughts. He knew it was right to try and get rid of Marinette's string, but and he felt guilty knowing that he’d be satisfied at seeing the pictures burn for reasons outside of Marinette.

Speaking of whom, he looked up as he heard a familiar set of footsteps to see Marinette herself heading towards the Liberty, having just made her way down the stairs. She was dressed fairly lightly for nighttime, but wore a fluffy pink shawl around her shoulders to make up for it. Considering what they were doing, it made sense that she wasn't concerned about the cold.

The gangplank had already been put up for her, so she walked across with a smile that warmed him more than the eventual fire would. "Hey."

He smiled back, plopping down comfortably on the seat behind him. "Hey."

She gripped her shawl closer to herself as she glanced at the setup for the fire, the moonlight briefly shining off of her earrings. Luka attempted to avert his gaze from them, but only ended up staring at the red string around her neck. He gave up looking at her entirely at that point, checking the setup again as if it was extremely important to do so.

"You can sit anywhere," he offered, gesturing vaguely to all of the mismatched seats he'd placed around the future fire. He'd wanted to make sure she'd have options, though he hoped the designer side of her didn't mind the chaos of it all. He'd just grabbed whatever spare seating they'd had.

Marinette's eyes scanned over the various choices. Giggling, she replied, "Thank you."

He nodded in acknowledgment. He wasn't in any hurry to get the pictures burned, even if burning them was their goal that day. He'd intentionally had her go slowly so as to test the red string as little as possible, and he planned on doing the same here.

"I brought one for you too," she suddenly said off to his side.

He looked over in curiosity and noticed her open purse, a large piece of blue fabric nearly bursting out of it. It took a bit of effort from her - he imagined that she'd wanted it to be a surprise - but she managed to pull it out, presenting him with a shawl that matched hers exactly outside of its color. He smiled in appreciation of her thoughtfulness, then reached for it before realizing with a start, "Wait. Marinette, did you make these?"

Before she could answer, he took the shawl in his hands, turning it every possible way. Without a doubt, it was her handiwork, and along the back was where the design broke with a Marinette.

"Yeah," she confirmed, and he could practically hear her shy blush. "It's just—you're doing this for me, but even if you weren't, I don't want you to get cold, so..."

"It's great," he cut in firmly, leaving no room for doubt on her end. "Soft. Comfortable. I wish I was better with fashion to say more."

"No, you said more than enough," she assured, taking a seat next to him. That fact looked both silly and intimate given the multiple other seats she could've chosen instead, but he tried not to think about it.

Instead, he gave a curious glance at her pink shawl, silently comparing it to the one she'd given him. "...You didn't have to make it blue," he commented, and clarified before she could think anything bad, "I would've happily worn your colors."

She gave him a look, though didn't seem weirded out by the idea. "But... it's pink."

"What's wrong with pink?" he asked, genuinely confused. "It's your color."

She blushed, her shoulders hunching forward shyly. He didn't even bother taking back what he said, because he meant it; he might've favored blue when he picked out an outfit, but pink made him think of her.

It was much better than red at the very least.

Marinette pursed her lips in response, idly tugging at her shawl and seeming to be in an internal debate with herself. Apparently making a decision, she closed her eyes and breathed up, letting out a soft, "Okay."

He blinked and gave a tilt of his head to show his confusion. "Okay?"

She turned to him, resolutely pulling the fabric off of her shoulders. "T-then you can wear mine?"

He couldn't get another word out, too distracted by Marinette leaning towards him and carefully settling the shawl around his shoulders. Despite the bold move, she couldn't keep eye contact with him, awkwardly hanging onto the front of the shawl as she stared at his lap. She wasn't exactly warm or exuded any particular body heat - in fact, he was sure that her hands would be cold if he held them - but there was a comfort there that couldn't be matched by anyone else.

It took him a moment to make a move, at which point he remembered the fabric underneath his fingers. In a motion equally as careful as hers, he raised the blue shawl and settled it around her shoulders. She finally met his gaze, surprised, but smiled gratefully and released her grip on the pink shawl.

"You can keep it," she said quietly, with less shyness than before.

"Really?" he asked, placing a hand on the fabric to make sure it was what she meant.

She nodded, gripping her own as she replied, "A-as long as I can keep this one in exchange?"

He snorted, even covering his mouth to stifle a chuckle. "You made them, Marinette. Of course you can." He gave an obvious glance at the shawl to admire it. "I'd be happy to match with you."

She beamed at him. "Me too."

That topic officially concluded, his mind went blank for anything more and both of their gazes drifted to the unlit fire. He didn't have to look to know that she was shifting in anxiety in her seat, either wanting to back out or just get it over with.

"Are you ready?" he asked experimentally.

"Yes," she responded, perhaps a little stiffly but the resolve was there. She wanted this.

Luka stood briefly, and within the next few moments, the fire had been lit. The flames started out faint at first, then grew until it was something respectable, easily illuminating the small area around them. The slight chill from the wind dissipated as the fire warmed their skin, Luka hearing Marinette sigh in content harmony with him.

Neither of them took their shawls off despite the increased warmth.

The additional light from the fire made the box of pictures more obvious, with it sitting on a table not too far away. Luka took a step towards it, but Marinette was faster, grabbing up the box and turning to him with a determined expression.

"I have to do it," she insisted.

He didn't exactly disagree - this wasn't his battle - but it didn't stop him from looking nervously at the red string, the dangling part of it laying across her hand and dipping itself in the box, taunting him.

"How many do you want to do at a time?" He was careful in his wording, not wanting his tone to imply anything.

She furrowed her brows, staring down at the box in deep thought. Her fingers flexed against the cardboard, a small gust of wind blowing by and causing the fire behind her to whip around in protest.

"...All of them," she muttered, then met his gaze cautiously. "Will that be okay?"

Luka glanced at the fire, but it wasn't that he was worried about. The string would try to fight her, he was sure of it, and the only thing he wasn't sure of was if it would be better or not to let her go with her wishes. He half expected the string to physically drag her off the Liberty, and the mere thought caused his neck to sting.

But, he also believed in her. She was fighting fate herself without having used the snake even once, and he wasn't going to deny her if she thought this was best.

"Yeah," he assured. "Just don't get too close. I don't want you to get hurt."

She nodded, obviously not catching onto what he really meant.

Luka sat down on his chair, toying with the rips in his pants to keep his hands occupied as he watched her. Her posture was straight and confident as she faced the flames, despite the shake in her hands, and he was sure the fire in her eyes wasn't just a reflection.

He didn't see Ladybug in her place. There was only Marinette and everything that he already knew about her. Knowing what he did now wasn't surprising, but heartbreaking, and he couldn't be prouder of her for doing what she was trying to do.

To go against what everyone - even fate itself - expected of her. He couldn't relate on her level, but looking as he did and having the mother he did, he understood.

Finally, Marinette stepped forward, and the string was already tightening around her neck. She froze, shutting her eyes and clutching the box tighter as she mentally fought the sensation.

He barely managed to keep himself still.

She swallowed, taking another step and managing to open her eyes again. She squinted at the fire, either from the light or from her own resolve.

Then, all at once, she thrust the box forward, the pictures flying out and mingling with the flames. The fire flared up in response, practically roaring, and the string tightened further in protest. Marinette even let out a cry as she tossed the box aside.

Luka barely had time to react when she suddenly rushed towards him. He outstretched his arms and she filled up his lap, her heart seeking him out as she clutched his jacket. He wrapped his arms around her, hoping his comfort came through without words.

Her breathing was ragged, and he couldn't tell whether it was from the string or her emotions running high. He brought one of his hands higher up on her back, knowing that he could do nothing more for her but wishing he could.

He took solace in the fact that the worst of it was over.

Staring over her head, he watched as the pictures burned, blond turning black as the flames singed the pictures and reduced them to ashes. Marinette, meanwhile, remained against him, desperately clutching his fabric for wordless support. He honestly would've been okay being the only spectator to what she'd done, but she then shifted in his lap to glance behind her.

They watched the sight together, the fire whipping about with the wind like it was making sure the job was done as they'd wanted. In no time at all, there was no evidence of the pictures left outside of what was allowing the fire to burn brighter.

Marinette let out sigh of relief, collapsing against him again and nuzzling his chest. "What's wrong with me...?"

"Nothing," he replied, clutching her tighter. "You were amazing."

She looked up at him, possibly searching his expression to ensure he meant it, then offered a tired smile. She shifted again, but this time without any urgency or need. Luka sucked in a breath as she nestled her head against his shoulder, making herself comfortable on his lap while still being in a position where they could watch the fire together. Slowly, he relaxed, and they ended up not needing those other chairs after all, neither moving from their comfortable positions.

And, maybe it was just him, but the string seemed looser around her neck than it ever had before.

[writinglvl]

Lulling Stream

https://tenor.com/view/yoongi-guitar-vlive-chuckle-feetsies-gif-18881238

~ Min Yoongi x Reader

~ Boyfriend Suga

~ Word Count: 950

After working all day having to deal with several people running your ears with requests, your body needed a well-deserved rest. The moment you got back to the apartment your evening started with the average routine. Once you have finally changed and sat on the couch with your leftovers, tears began to roll down your cheeks. There was not a single person that you could call. Everyone was either working overseas or they were practicing for their next comeback.

You sniffled as you buried your head into the plushie that your partner had given you the last time he visited. It had been a while since the last time you had spent time with him, he always knew what to do when your day was rough. Sometimes he would grab your hand, pull you under the blankets, and cuddle you until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. Min Yoongi could lay down almost anywhere and sleep but you both knew that his best rest was in bed with you. Being in a long-distance relationship led to the longest nights but the two of you made it work. Even in the public eye, there were times when the two of you shared a moment while everyone was watching.

Your head was buried into the plushie's face when your phone went off, a VLive notification popped on-screen “BTS VLIVE”. You sat up and connected your computer to the TV. It's always nice to be able to sit back and watch when the guys went live, it was surprising to see Suga on screen.

With a heavy sigh you smiled, mumbling about his wide gummy smile. It was calming to be able to see him. Although it still didn’t settle the anxiety that dwelled in your heart from the day. You had to admit though, your partner looked stunning in an all-black attire. His outfit reminded you of your first date a year ago. It was such a beautiful night spent indoors as the two of you sat in his studio with a glass of wine. He played a song that he designed but had no intention of releasing. As he softly hummed along, you began singing trying to keep up with the rhythm. Yoongi became silent, listening to you attentively.

The more you thought of that night the more at ease you felt until he pulled his guitar out and started playing. It was surprising seeing him being able to play so well, it was not long since he mentioned that he wanted to learn. He sounds pretty skilled but you knew that you could still kick his butt in playing with 4 years of practice on your belt. The longer that you watched the more your brain slowed down and you were able to relax. The moment of serenity that you needed came along when he said he was going to play his last bit before heading out.

He watched the stream of comments fly up the screen, he leaned in reading them as he strummed slowly looking at the camera. The moment that he smiled his sweet, gummy smile he began to hum gently. Playing the same melody from your first date. The tears began to flood your eyes, falling onto your crossed arms, as he waves with his final good-bye. The stream has ended. Your heart fluttered as you sang the song where Yoongi left off. The plushie was now drenched with tears and small drips of snot from all that crying, before you know it, Yoongi was calling your phone.

“How was it?” Yoongi asks, sounding cocky.

You sniffled, choking back your tears as he shushed you gently. He kept reassuring you that no matter how your day went and how much you wanted to hold it in he was there for you. You laid down snuggling your plushie when he sent a request to have a video call. With tears running down your flushed cheeks the two of you finally saw each other. There was no way he would miss out on seeing your crying face, he would always laugh at how red you would get. He couldn’t help but smile stupidly as you attempted to wipe the tears away.

“You’re not great at comforting people,” you choke out, laughing.

“No one said I was going to comfort you,” he raised an eyebrow, “did you watch the Vlive?”

“Was I supposed to, I figured you were playing for ARMY”, jokingly pouting into your plushie, “you know, you sang it wrong.”

Yoongi was quick to notice your bratty attitude but played along, “Is that so? Then why don’t you sing for me so I can learn?”

He pulled out his guitar again, gently strumming the chords for the lullaby. You didn't want to sing and tried to laugh it off but he kept going even starting to sing along. When the two of you first wrote that piece a year ago, nothing was going to come from it, it was just for fun something to share in secret. The more he played the more you knew that he was your one, words alone could not capture what you two felt or experienced with one another. The notes. The lyrics. The rhythms and beats. They all intersected creating what the both of you considered to be fate.

Finally, you felt light as a feather at peace at last so much so that you began to fall asleep. Yoongi noticed your light breathing and watched the screen. He strummed softly, effortlessly as he gazed at your sleeping face.

“I hope you realize you do not have to be perfect. You don’t have to do anything special, just keep going. Tomorrow will be better. I love you... Good-night.”

[theladyofdeath]

Life As We Know It {Chapter 12}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby's blogs! >> @snelbz​

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* In case you missed the announcement - we will now be posting chapters 3 days a week! Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. We hope you continue to enjoy the story! 

** Trigger warning: Miscarriage. 

This chapter is legit a roller coaster, ngl. Enjoy. ;)

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Nesta stood in the living room of Elain’s house with Nyx on her hip, feeling guilty for dropping Nyx off for the night even though Elain was the one to offer. 

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Gives these little cousins some bonding time.” She reached out and took Nyx’s chubby little hand. “Besides, you and Cassian both need time to recoup.”

She wasn’t about to deny that. It had been a week since her not-date with Balthazar, a week since she and Cassian had uttered more than passing comments on how Nyx had acted throughout the day to each other.

Every time she looked at him, she found him already watching her and the fact got under her skin.

It became an unspoken thing that whenever she cooked dinner, she would make an extra helping and put it in the fridge for him. Not because she felt like she needed to, but because it made her feel better about their awkward arrangement. The longer time went on, the more she realized that as much as she’d been acting like taking care of Nyx together was a death sentence to her social life, he was going through the same thing.

And when she got home, she planned on making dinner for the two of them to share together. A sort of white flag of truce between them.

It was the least she could do. “Call me the second something happens-.”

“We’ll be fine,” Elain said, taking Nyx from Nesta and kissing her sister’s cheek. “Now, go. Relax. Take a bubble bath with some wine or something. Read one of those filthy books you used to hide in your closet.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed.

Elain’s smile widened.

After a tough goodbye, Nesta was heading toward her car and driving back home, making a quick stop at the grocery store just around the corner.

She quickly got all of her fixins, prepared to make one of her favorites - salmon, rice, and green beans. A glance at the calendar that morning told her he would probably be home around five, which gave her just under two hours to make dinner. Easily doable, she’d made three-course meals in less time, for much harsher customers.

Yet she couldn’t figure out why her stomach was in knots.

*

When Cassian came home, he opened the front door and froze. The quiet in the house unnerved him. Usually, there was some random white noise to fill the house, whether that was the television or one of Nyx’s inane toys that distracted him so well. But as he walked through the house, the TV wasn’t on and he couldn’t hear much of anything.

Until he heard a throat clear from the kitchen.

Instantly, Cassian was on alert, not liking the sound at all, recognizing who it had belonged to, but silently, he made his way into the kitchen.

Nesta was sitting at the table, a plate of food in front of her, with an identical one at the spot he typically sat in.

“What’s…going on?” He asked, slowly taking another few steps into the kitchen.

Nesta stood and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, before taking it back over to where he hovered between the table and the doorway. She held the cold bottle out to him. “This is a truce.”

“A tru-?” He took it, but shook his head, not quite understanding her. “Where’s Nyx?”

“He is having a sleepover with Seph, Elain and Azriel. Elain wanted us to have a night off,” she said, sitting back down at her seat. “So I made us dinner.”

“You made us dinner?” he repeated, staring at the plates. “For the two of us to have? Together? At the same table?”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Yes, unless you don’t want it.”

Cassian cleared his throat as he pulled the chair out across from her and popped open his beer. “I won’t turn down free food. Especially when it’s made by an expert.” 

Nesta said nothing more as she cut into her salmon. “An expert?”

“You get paid for cooking,” Cassian said, picking up his fork and collecting a pile of green beans. “That makes you an expert. A professional.”

“This is a lot of compliments,” she said, watching him carefully as he ate.

“Maybe I’m jumping on board with this whole truce thing,” he said, mouth full of food.

Nesta wanted to chastise him about his manners, but bit her tongue. “You weren’t on board with it to begin with?”

He chewed slowly and then set his fork down. “Neither of us have…handled this very well,” he admitted, taking a drink from his beer. “And I’m willing to take a portion of the blame, but not all of it.”

Nesta weighed his words carefully. They were blunt, but not untrue. Sure, he’d acted like an ass many times, but she had only responded in kind. She knew she could be a bitch, and she knew she did it well. Sometimes too well.

“For this to be an official truce,” she began, holding her wine glass in her hand, swirling it once, twice, “there has to be terms we both agree on.” His eyebrows raised, but she pressed on before he could speak. “Mine are that we have to communicate. When you get frustrated or pissed at me, you can’t just bottle everything up until it all explodes. And when I get overwhelmed, I promise not to snap at you or act like such a…”

“A bitch?” He provided, when she stumbled over her words, smiling around the beer bottle pressed to his lips.

She wasn’t able to stop the smile growing on her own face, as she said, “Thank you, asshole. But yes. Those are my terms.”

He took a drink and nodded. “Okay. I think I can handle those.”

“And what are your terms?” She asked, cutting into the flaky fish for another bite.

He was quiet for a moment, debating. Nesta took a sip from her wine glass while she waited, watching as thought after thought passed across his face.

“I want to get to know you,” he said, finally. “I want to know who you are and I want you to know me.”

Nesta cocked her head to the side. It was a simple request, but Nesta wasn’t exactly good at allowing people to get to know rher. “And how do you suppose we do that?”

“A simple conversation will do,” he said, shrugging. “Over salmon and alcohol. Mostly alcohol.” He reached across the small table and picked up her wine bottle, filling up her wine glass to the brim. 

“Getting me drunk so that I open up?” Nesta asked, sipping from that wine glass.

Cassian chuckled. “I would never.”

She watched her for a second, before taking another larger drink and setting it down. “Fine. Then it’s a truce.” He smirked, glancing over the table between them and then leaned over to look on the counter. “What?”

“I’m just looking for an official notice.” His smirk grew into an all out grin. “Something to sign. I figured you’d called up Tarquin and had some official documents written up.”

“You think you’re so funny.” She rolled her eyes and he chuckled, reaching an open hand across the table.

“Truce,” he said, taking her hand in his. They shook once, and Cassian was struck by how much smaller her hand was than his, yet by how firm her grip was. It was an impressive, professional handshake.

“So what do you want to know?” She asked, scooping some rice onto her fork and getting a bite of fish to go along with it.

His eyes narrowed as he thought about it and she began to wonder whether they should have laid down some boundaries. But he asked, “You went to the University of Velaris, right? What did you study there?”

Nesta blinked in surprise, not having expected the question. “Business and marketing.”

Chewing slowly, Cassian raised an eyebrow. “Nothing culinary?”

She shook her head. “No, I liked cooking, but I never thought it would become my career. I majored in business and marketing, with a minor in communications.”

“That sounds…” He fought for the words for a second. “Boring.”

Taking a drink of her wine, Nesta chuckled. “Oh, it was,” she admitted. “The longest four years of my life, but I’ve got the pretty, little diploma with my name written on it to show for them.”

“And how did you learn about food? How to cook?”

She shrugged. “I taught myself. I graduated college and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I got a data entry job at a marketing firm and spent my free time in the kitchen, trying and testing and tasting.” She paused, and her eyes fell to her plate. “Before my dad died, he listened to my idea about starting a small restaurant, with a few of my favorite recipes on the menu. He left me the money to do it in his will.”

“And now?” he pressed, although his voice held a certain gentleness. “Are you successful and thriving?”

Nesta snorted. “I make enough to live and pay the few of servers I have. If that’s successful, then I suppose.”

Cassian nodded in appreciation. “I’d say it is. What about the future? Bigger restaurant? Multiple restaurants?” 

“Someday,” Nesta said, with a longing in her voice. “And what about you? And your guitars? Surely you don’t want to be a bartender forever.”

Cassian shrugged. “I don’t mind the bartending. Good tips and I meet a lot of interesting people.”

“But?” Nesta asked. 

“But,” Cassian repeated, huffing a laugh. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t exactly say that managing a bar is my passion.” 

“So, guitars then?” Nesta asked, brow raised. “You’re really talented. Your guitars are beautiful.”

Cassian’s eyes shot to hers, wide as he slowly set down his fork. “Holy shit, did you just compliment me?”

Nesta’s lips pursed as she kicked his shin under the table.

“I’ve always been good with my hands. Not like that,” he said, pointing at her when he saw the smirk growing. “I mean, creating things, playing instruments, even something as mundane as making drinks. If it’s something I can do with my hands, I typically love it and nine times out of ten, I’m good at it.” There was none of the cockiness she’d come to know in his voice. Just pure explanation, and a bit of devotion. “I’ve tried my hand at making furniture and little knickknacks, but there’s nothing that compares to building an instrument from scratch.”

“And you do it all? Yourself?” She asked, taking another bite.

He nodded. “I start with a few rough pieces of wood. Sand it, stain it, and boom, brand new guitar.”

Snorting, she lifted her wine glass to her lips. “I think you may have missed a few steps in there.”

“Well, I didn’t want to bore you,” he chuckled.

“How long have you been playing guitar?” Nesta asked, finishing off the last of her food.

Cassian took a minute to think about it, then shrugged, finishing off his beer. “As long as I can remember. I grew up with my mom in Illyria. They live simply up there. Music is…a way of life. It grew on me quickly. Mom bought me my first guitar that a friend of hers had made before I could even walk.”

Nesta chuckled, quietly. “Just like you did for Nyx.”

Cassian nodded. “Yeah, I guess so. Another drink?” he asked, nodding toward her emptied glass.

“Sure,” she said. “But, wine is gone. I think there’s some tequila in the cabinet.”

Cassian lifted a brow as he rose. “Tequila?”

Nesta grinned as he went to the cabinet. “Make me a drink, bartender?”

Cassian laughed as he grabbed the glass bottle from the cabinet. “I can. What’ll it be? Tequila sunrise? Margarita? Pretty sure we have some lime juice, somewhere.”

“I’m not picky,” Nesta promised.

She heard him laugh. “Somehow, I have a hard time believing that, Archeron.”

“Only where it counts,” she replied, smiling at him. She picked up their empty plates and rinsed them off, loading them into the dishwasher. Turning, she found him setting a shot glass with salt on the rim down on the counter. She chuckled. “That’s not what I asked for.”

“First of all, you technically didn’t ask for anything in particular,” he said, pointing at her as he crossed the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Secondly, this is the most classic drink I can make you with tequila. It’s the oldest recipe in the books.”

She outright laughed. “That’s cause it’s just straight tequila.”

“Exactly,” he grinned and damn it, if her heart didn’t skip a beat. “I lied, no lime juice.”

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms. “But if I’m doing sloppy shots, you’re joining me.”

“Oh, I never say no to shots,” he said, grabbing another from the cabinet. 

He filled them up, and slid one to Nesta, who took the glass in her hand and held it up.

Cassian clinked his against hers, and they tossed them back. 

Nesta’s face didn’t change a bit, and Cassian met her steady eyes. “Impressive.” 

“Not my first tequila shot, Nazari,” she said, hopping up to sit on the counter. “What else do you want to ask me?”

He leaned down on the countertop, letting his arms lay flat. “Hmm.” He let his fingers drum quietly. “What did you want to be when you grew up? Or was it always a chef?”

She scrunched up her nose. “I was convinced I was going to be a doctor, I wanted to help people. But then I found out how many years of school was required to be a doctor. So I decided I wanted to be a nurse.”

Cassian carefully poured a couple more shots. “And what happened to that dream?”

“I found out that the sight of blood makes me queasy. Sometimes I throw up, sometimes I pass out.”

He laughed. “That seems like enough to throw off a career plan.”

“Yep,” she admitted, picking her wine glass up.

Cassian filled up the shot glasses, once more, and slid hers back to her. She set down her wine glass and snorted as she tossed it back.

“You know what we should do?” Nesta asked, and Cassian lifted a brow in question. “Go for a swim. We’ve been here over a month and have yet to use the pool that I’ve been cleaning, daily.”

Cassian took his shot before watching her, closely. “Last one in has to share their deepest, darkest secret.”

Nesta scoffed. “What are we, children?”

Cassian grinned as he pushed himself back from the counter. “Scared of a little competition? Afraid to lose?”

They stared at each other in silence for a minute before Nesta jumped off the counter, and ran up the stairs to throw on her swimsuit.

Cassian and his heavy footsteps were close behind.

It took her a few minutes to remember where her swimsuits had been packed, and from the slamming of drawers down the hall, it seemed Cassian was in a similar predicament. She finally found a two piece stuffed in the back of her underwear drawer, not exactly what she had been looking for, and hesitated before stripping down and pulling the bottoms on. Nesta was out her bedroom door before she even had the top fully tied, pulling it into a hastily tied bow behind her back. Her feet carried her as she flew down the stairs, but she froze when she opened the sliding glass door and found him already in the water.

He grinned from where he had his muscular arms resting on the side of the pool, and his hair was soaked, pushed back off of his face. With the wide smile on his face, he looked so much younger, almost boyish.

With a sigh, Nesta turned and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a couple beers in each hand and made her way back onto the lit up patio.

“I win,” he said, smirking up at her.

The tongue she stuck out at him wasn’t her most quick witted response, but she was trying not to let her eyes drift beneath the water. When she suggested the pool, she hadn’t been thinking of how much skin would be on display, for either of them.

“That’s because you only had one piece to put on,” Nesta said, sitting near him by the edge and handing him a drink.

“Hey, if you only wanted to put on one of those pieces, I wouldn’t have stopped you,” he protested, and Nesta had to hide the way his suggestive tone, those words, made her blush. 

He didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he popped open his beer and took a long, slow drink.

“So how about that secret?” He asked, voice lowering. 

“Hmmm,” she crooned, tapping her chin. “Which to share when I have so many to choose from?”

Cassian chuckled. “You would have an endless string of secrets. Come on, what skeletons are in your closet? Something you’ve never told anyone else.”

Nesta had a lot of those, too. She wasn’t exactly the “open” type.

There was one true secret she kept though. One that no one else had known, not even Feyre or Elain. Just her and…

She hesitated and he looked up at her, caught the look on her face. “What?”

Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t want to kill the mood.”

The hand holding the bottle was right next to her thigh, and he let his pinky skim over her skin. “That kind of secret, huh?”

She gnawed into her lip, nodding.

“I’ll tell you mine, if it helps,” Cassian said, looking up into her face.

She slipped into the pool, thankful the water was warm, and shook her head. “That wasn’t our agreement.”

He stayed quiet, letting her process her own thoughts.

Sinking beneath the water, Nesta re-emerged, slicking her hair back. After a steadying breath, she said, “I’m sure you remember Tomas, my ex who interrupted our date?”

The mention of their date surprised Cassian, after so many weeks of them dancing around it. He nodded.

“We were together for a long time, you know? All through college.” She wasn’t looking at him, wouldn’t meet his eye. “I got pregnant just after our senior year. I had never wanted kids, you know? Wasn't the family type, at all. Never saw myself having a family. Anyway,” she continued, shaking her head. “It didn’t matter. I miscarried.”

Cassian continued to look at her, continued to watch as she stared blankly ahead. 

“I got excited about it, too, which is ridiculous,” she went on. “For a moment, for those few weeks that I thought Tomas and I would be starting a family… I actually got excited.”

“How far along were you?” He asked, gently.

She answered immediately, with no hesitation. “Thirteen weeks. It was like one day I was pregnant, carrying our child and the next… The baby was gone.” She was quiet for a moment. “I woke up one morning and there was blood, so much blood. Tom was already at work, so I drove myself to the hospital, but there was nothing they could do.”

Cassian recognized the slow blinking, knew she was reliving those slow, sad moments again.

“I was dying inside, trying to come to terms with the fact that our baby was gone, and Tomas got home and-.” She took a deep breath and looked over at him. “He asked what I was making for dinner. He didn’t even acknowledge that our child was gone and… l guess that’s when I decided to do the same. To pretend nothing happened. We didn’t really talk much about it. We never told our families, I never told Feyre or Elain. Our father died about a month later and it all seemed so insignificant at that point. But Tom and I never recovered, our relationship at least. We broke up a few months later and…” Nesta shrugged. “Life kept going. I decided to open my restaurant and never looked back.”

“I’m sorry,” Cassian said, quietly.

She finally looked at him and shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t make it any less painful of a memory,” he countered.

She just nodded. “It’s how it was supposed to be though, right? Wasn't meant to be.”

Cassian took another drink as he nodded, slowly.

“Anyway,” she began, clearing her throat before dunking herself back down under the water.

“Would you like my secret?” He asked, when she turned and rested her arms on the edge of the pool.

She shrugged. “If you feel so inclined. You didn’t lose the bet.”

He leaned back, letting his arms drape across the edge of the pool as well. “When I was eighteen, I broke my back. I decided to take a year off before I started school, and was working construction over the summer to save money. I wanted to travel for a while. But then I took a bad fall off a roof. I spent two weeks in the hospital and then was stuck in my bed for another ten. And Rhys and Az stayed by my side the whole time. They put off their last hoorah vacations before they went off to college to stay with me.”

Nesta’s eyes drifted to Cassian, drops falling from her lashes. “Doesn’t seem like a secret if people know about it.” 

“You didn’t know,” he shot back.

Nesta smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Fair. That sounds awful.”

“It was,” he agreed. “I don’t know if you know this about me, but I don’t like to stay still for very long.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Nesta said, a little spark returning to her eye. “It was torture,” he followed, finishing off his drink. “Not being able to move. I played so many damn board games that I never want to look at one ever again.”

“Even if Nyx asks?” Nesta inquired.

Cassian gave her a lopsided grin. “Well, he’s the exception.” Nesta laughed, and Cassian shook his head. “I’d do anything for that kid. I think Rhys knew that, when he named me godfather.”

She understood that, related to it completely. Especially considering they had been named godparents together, regardless of their mutual distaste for the other. Their love for Nyx, for Rhys and Feyre, had been evident to everyone.

“I miss him,” she admitted, resting her cheek on the concrete. “I know it’s only one night, and I’m beyond appreciative, but… It’s weird not having him right inside.”

He nodded. “I get it. I do, too. I know Az and Elain can take care of him, and I’m sure he had a blast with Seph before they went to bed, but it hasn’t stopped me worrying about him.”

Nesta nodded, stretching her back. She took a drink from her beer. “Did you ever want kids of your own?”

He blew out a harsh breath and drained his own bottle before answering. “I never really considered it much, when I was younger. After my back healed, I was so focused on getting back to life that relationships and dating weren’t high on my priority list-.”

“But fucking was?” Nesta asked, smirking.

He rolled his eyes, nudging her slightly with a shoulder. “Maybe I was interested in sex more than relationships, I’ll admit. But before I knew it, my early twenties had come and gone. Everyone I knew was getting married and had babies on the way and… I was still the one living the bachelor life and decided to just run with it.”

“I get that,” Nesta agreed. “After…everything that happened with Tomas, I never wanted that again. My date with you and my date with Balthazar are the only two proper dates I’ve been on since college.”

Cassian lifted a brow. “And have you been on any improper dates?”

Nesta didn’t answer. Instead, her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as she finished off her beer.

Cassian’s grin widened. “I never knew you were such a freak, Archeron.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she muttered, which just made him laugh harder. 

“I must admit, it’s nice to hear you talking about our infamous date so often tonight,” Cassian said, pulling himself out of the pool.

Nesta couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles flexed, how the drops of water streamed down his back, between his shoulders, down to his waistline and the swim trunks, which rode low on his hips. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t say anything nice about that date, did I?”

“Absolutely not, but is there really anything nice to say?” he asked, sliding the screen door open. “I mean, you were an absolute nightmare.”

She gawked after him as he went inside, and once he came back with a small pyramid of beer cans, Nesta said, “I was a nightmare? You were a complete disaster!”

He scoffed, setting the cans down and cannon balling back into the pool. Even though she was already in the water, Nesta couldn’t help the squeal that left her. Cassian was grinning when he came up for air. “I forgot my wallet. I fully intended to pay you back, both monetarily and with the best sex you’d ever had in your life, but you decided to get huffy, stomp back to your front door and slam it in my face.”

“Oh, please,” Nesta said, reaching for a can and popping it’s top. Foam erupted from the opening and she put her mouth to it before it could drip into the pool. “You were over twenty minutes late, you wore work boots and a leather jacket to the nicest restaurant in Velaris, and we ran into your fuck buddy.” She drank deeply from the can, emptying it in one go. “As for the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, I’ve become very accustomed to and am just fine with my own hand, so you’re going to have to try pretty hard to do better than I myself can.”

She wiggled her fingers in his face and before she could register what was happening, his hand was wrapped around her own. As if he didn’t already know that. Cassian had caught her getting herself off in the bathtub, a memory that was seared into both of their heads. He tugged her closer and the empty can fell from her hands, floating on top of the water.

“I was talking about the past, sweetheart, but you seem to be talking about the present,” he breathed as her chest brushed against his own. “Who says my offer still stands all these years later?”

“You’d be a fool not to make that offer,” she breathed, and she knew the scent of beer was all he was breathing in. 

“And would you accept it if I were?” he asked, one hand still wrapped around hers, the other snaking its way around her waist. “Still offering?” 

Nesta’s breath hitched as their mouths grew so close, too close, close enough to reach out and taste his lips with a brush of her tongue.

It was tempting.

It would be stupid. Alcohol fogging her brain or not, Nesta knew it would be stupid.

But it was tempting, and in that moment, there were very few things Nesta could think about other than his hands against her skin, his lips a breadth width away from her own, and his cock she could very prominently feel twitching against her thigh. 

Nesta’s lips brushed softly against his as she said, “Try and find out.” 

[hangovercurse]

In Your Arms

After a long day at work, you and Dom settle in for your afternoon routine.

Request: “Hello! So I have this image in my head of Dom holding you in his lap while teaching you guitar after you get home from work and when he’s playing something you fall asleep on him and he takes pictures of you sleeping and comments on how hard you work and takes you to bed to sleep and cuddle??”

Dom X Reader

Word Count: 597

“Is that you, squish?” You heard the strong accent of your boyfriend ring out your nickname through your flat as you closed the front door behind you, taking off your boots and raincoat.

You called back to him as you made your way through the building to the couch, “yeah, darlin’, it’s me.”

Dom could hear the fatigue in your voice and once you’d walked into the room he could see it on your face. He moved his guitar from his lap to make room for you to sit in it. “C’mere love.” He patted the empty space.

You graciously made your way onto the couch, your back pressing against his chest as he leaned against the chair’s arm. Once you’d gotten settled, he placed the guitar in your lap, positioned for you to play it. “Feelin’ up for another practice, love?”

A small hum left your mouth as you placed one hand on the frets and the other on the strings. His fingers moved yours on the fret, placing them into position. “What chord is this one?”

You looked at the positioning of your hand, strumming lightly, “C major 7?”  

Dom pressed a kiss to your cheek, praising you subtly. He then moved your hands into a G major, giving you another kiss when you identified it correctly. “So the strumming pattern,” he took your other hand in his, “is gonna be down, down up down, down up down, down.” He used your fingers to strum the pattern before letting you try it on your own.

This was part of your daily routine; you’d get home from work and Dom would be sitting on the couch with his guitar, waiting for you. You’d spend time learning basic chords, strum patterns, or songs while Dom held you in his arms. Eventually you’d get frustrated, tired, or bored and quit to make dinner or watch a movie. Today, however, had been a particularly tiring day at work.

Once you’d grown too tired to focus on the instrument, you let Dom take over strumming soft tunes while you spoke. You talked about what had happened at work that day, your annoying boss and coworkers constantly demanding things of you that they were more than capable of doing themselves.

While you ranted, he pressed soft kisses to your forehead. Your head was turned and buried into his neck, your words slowly turning to mumbles as his music lulled you to sleep. Once he’d realized you were thoroughly knocked out, he grabbed his phone from the back of the couch, taking a selfie of himself with you in his lap.

He uploaded it to his Instagram story, not caring if you’d see it or not. He captioned it “Y/N fell asleep in the middle of lessons today. Even overworked and tired they’re still the most beautiful person I know 🖤”

After posting it, he moved the guitar out of your lap, tossing it further down the couch. He whispered into your ear, “why don’t we move to the bed, squish?” You mumbled into his neck, pushing yourself further into his body. He chuckled, arms wrapping around your body to cradle you. “I’ve got ya, love” he mumbled as he struggled to stand up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom.

He placed you on the bed, your arms not loosening their grasp from his neck. He laid on the bed next to you, pulling your body into his side. He didn’t fall asleep for a while, instead choosing to study the features of your sleeping face and body.

[thepinkwriterr]

Capricorn Season Chapter Five

Gwen and Jimmy are going to have their first date! Their outfits are down at the bottom. Outfits (and photos Gwen takes) are always going to be at the bottom. Enjoy and comment to be added to my taglist!

Word Count: 5.4k

Jimmy spent the next two days running around his house, cleaning everything. Would Gwen be looking at his baseboards? Probably not. But was he scrubbing them? Of course.

He had been stressing over what would wow her. He decided on a picnic by the water. He would also play her a song. Possibly something new? Learn a new song for her? He had been killing himself with the thoughts galivanting in his mind. He had to take a moment and ground himself. She is only a woman. He repeated in his head.

Who am I kidding? She's not woman. She's a mythic being at this point. I've been searching for her for as long as I can remember. She's been running in my mind for years. And I've finally got her in my graces.

He quickly returned to running rampant. He was only calm once again when he sat down to make a grocery list. He was going to make them spaghetti and a dessert. That was Jimmy's specialty! He thought of making a sweet roll or perhaps a cake. He really enjoyed baking and cooking, so he thought it would be nice to feed her what he made.

When he returned home, he went right back to working. He began to bake the sweet roll. He enjoyed himself while he baked. He hummed tunes he played on tour. He didn't sound as good as Robert.

His work was finished after the spaghetti was done. He sat on his couch with a huff. His day felt longer than any one he had on tour. But it had just started. Gwen would be on her way soon. He knew he had to pack up the basket and set out a blanket. He was happy to bend over backward for her. Actually, he was overjoyed. He hadn't wanted to give this much in a very long time.

He had been so in his head that he almost lept out of his skin when he heard the knock at his door. He took a calming breath. When he opened the door, Gwen turned to face him. "Um, hi." She smiled wide, meeting his eyes. His breathing stopped. She looked amazing. His eyes trailed from her white platform sandals up to her gorgeous hair. "Hello."

He couldn't believe she was standing before him at his front door.

"You can come in." He lead her through the house, giving her a tour. She looked around in quiet awe. "This is really nice! And it's on the water? That Zeppelin money must be good." She joked.

"Well, actually, I purchased the house when I worked as a session player. Now, that money was good." It was his turn to joke. Her laugh was gentle and light, like the breeze from the tides of the ocean.

"So what have you got planned?" She asked.

"I packed a picnic. I reckon we could have lunch by the water and I could play you something." He looked into her eyes, feeling warmed. Her smile was candlelight paired with red wine. "That sounds amazing! I haven't seen the Thames." She smiled wide. Jimmy snickered at her malapropism. He enjoyed seeing her face turn red when he corrected her. She was so cute when she was embarrassed.

The wood of the acoustic guitar banged against Jimmy's back as their feet trudged along the hillside. The sun was burdening from the clouds for the first time that day. The soft light warmed the air as it swirled around their faces. Gwen felt the ground under her start to shift and become unstable. She lost her balance, fearing she was going to fall. I don't want to look stupid in front of him.

He grabbed her waist at first. His goal was to stop her from falling. When he made contact with her soft skin, he felt electricity run through him. He felt like a lightning rod. His cheeks flushed red. She stopped, turning to look at him. Their eyes found each other and they shared a shy smile. They were absolutely smitten. She placed her hands in his, looking for guidance in him.

He lead her down the hillside by one hand. He had never felt better than in this moment. Her hand was in his, and that was enough for him. It didn't matter if she never talked to me again. We've shared this moment. And that is enough for ten lifetimes.

When they reached the water, he laid out the blanket for them to sit on. They sat as he unpacked the basket. She looked at his pale face as he laid everything out. His lips were pouted in concentration. She looked at the pink flesh in quiet contemplation. She wanted to kiss him so badly. She had been searching for someone like him for years. And now she had him. He was so close, right in her grasp. She hoped that she wouldn't fuck it up. He seemed to like her. He invited her to his house. And he was really clingy at the photoshoot. But she knew that just as quickly as he came, he could go.

Two colorful Tupperware containers filled with spaghetti waited to be devoured. Jimmy then pulled out another container of fresh garlic bread. One half of the loaf was topped with cheese. She gave a little cheer when she saw that he had made her favorite. This made his heart leap from his chest. A smile danced on his face, working its way from ear to ear. She was perfect.

She joined him with a large grin. She couldn't stop staring. His beauty was so jarring. His eyes were intense and alluring. The sun hit them perfectly, bringing out the light tones in his usually dark irises. She could see his pupils were dilated, signaling to her he was just as enamored with her. Her gaze landed on his hair. It was the cherry on the cake; it brought his entire look together. He was so dark and intense, with this thick mane of curly black hair. It was perfectly kinky and complimented his features flawlessly.

"Thank you for this," She smiled, "I haven't had a home cooked meal in a long time." She took a bite, looking out onto the river. The trees reflected in the water, mirroring the lush green. The sounds of the thrashing water soothed her nerves. She took another bite, feeling content. She turned to him, grabbing his hand.

She looked at him, her face warming from his smile. Her thumb rubbed the top of his hand. His skin was so soft. "This is perfect." She commented. This seemed to level him; he was completely settled now. He relaxed his posture and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It is, isn't it?" He replied in her same dreamy tone.

"Do you get out here often?"

"Yeah, I try. When I'm home, at least. I haven't even had much time to decorate my house. I've been on tour pretty much ever since I bought this place. But I like to go out on the water during the Summer. It's lovely."

"You have a boat?"

"No, I have an excellent doggy-paddle."

She laughed at his jest with a deep giggle, "Really? I bet you get some real speed out there!"

"Yeah, I do. You should see me." He took another bite of his bread.

"I'm surprised. Those noodle arms don't look like they'd be much help."

He feigned offence, scoffing and then broke into a smile. Her wit was charming. "No, no, I have a little boat with a radio. When it gets going it can get up to fifteen miles an hour."

"No! You have a speedboat?"

He laughed again, casting his head down and nodding earnestly. "The height of luxury, I know."

"You didn't tell me you were so rich! Next you're going to say we're having caviar."

"No, just the spaghetti."

After they finished their food they settled into the blanket covering the grass. She laid beside him, feeling his heat. She turned, nestling into his side. Both their faces were burning. Jimmy felt the familiar hum of adrenaline in his body. This time it was gentle. The churning in his stomach was quieted. He was lively and excited, but not wired. This was different than the high touring  gave him. This was a gentle injection of energy. Her company brought about a certain inspiration he couldn't shake. He turned to look at her.

Her bright hair rested on his chest. He picked up a chunk, feeling how soft it was. A subtle contentedness clouded his mind. He felt on top of the world. No substance or person had made him feel this way before. He could feel the beginning stages of love start to bud in himself. Maybe it was too soon, maybe it was infatuation. But he could feel something in himself start to turn.

"Do you know your zodiac sign?" He asked. He was weary asking this because some people found it silly. "Yeah, of course. I'm a Taurus sun, Pisces moon, Virgo rising." His eyes widened at each interval. She was perfect in every way. Confusion showed on her face. "Your chart is nearly perfect in conjunction with mine," He excitedly began, "I'm a Capricorn sun, Cancer moon, and Scorpio rising." She was now wearing the same wonderous expression. "We are totally meant to be!"

This joyous agreement nearly brought tears to Jimmy's eyes. He had been dreaming of connecting with her for years. And when he didn't find her, he was afraid it would never come to fruition. But now, here they are. They were sharing a meal and looking into one another's souls. He didn't want to leave this moment. She just was, and that was enough for him.

While Gwen wasn't too keen on astrology, she had the wherewithal to know her big three. And she was happy to because it seemed to satisfy the curiosity of their compatibility. And it brought a beautiful smile to Jimmy's face.

She was skeptical if he was the man she had been manifesting for years. But now that she knew his chart, she was certain. A mysterious man with a kind heart and thoughtful eyes. Those were the keywords she had been using all these years. And Jimmy fit the bill exactly. With the addition of the star's approval, she was ready to dive in headfirst. All doubt of him had left her mind. And perhaps this time it wouldn't end so sourly.

After the exchange of their signs, they sat in quiet harmony. Their hands were intertwined and their breaths aligned. The two were unaware, but something was turning for the both of them. A new light had shone on them. Their luck had begun to change and the trajectory of their lives would never be the same.

After some time of enjoying each other's company, Jimmy asked if she'd like to be serenaded. When she said yes, he quickly sat up and grabbed his guitar. Feeling the cool wood in his hands was magical. He hadn't played in a couple of days, due to his preoccupation with preparing for today. He began to strum aimlessly. The most beautiful song poured from him without a thought. She hummed along to the sound, harmonizing perfectly.

Together, they played for hours. They shared laughs and secret glances. They felt like small children playing under the summer sun. They were unburdened by the pressures of anyone but themselves. All they had were each other at this moment. And they didn't care to think what they looked like or what they should be doing. They were not adults of the earth, they were souls entwined. Ones who were meant to cross and perhaps had met many times before.

Their symphony ended as the day dragged on. They couldn't play forever, because Jimmy was growing tired. His fingers were numb and his hand was cramping. He shook the pain out, sitting his guitar in the grass. She turned to him after a quiet moment. She quickly stood from the blanket and darted away, laughing like a giddy child.

He was confused for a moment but caught on swiftly. He began to chase after her, following the sound of her chortling. He was quick to catch up to her. Her laugh burst into an excited scream as he wrapped his arms around her, sending them to the ground. Before she could recoup, he was off. She leapt from the ground and trailed after him. They spent the next hour playing in the grass this way; hiding behind trees and running from each other.

When the sun began to sink lower into the sky, they made their way back to the picnic blanket. Their hands were entwined as they trekked to their spot. The familiar sight of the guitar and basket entered their view.

Jimmy sighed, leaning down to collect everything. He packed it away and looked to her. "Are you ready to go back?" While she was not eager to leave this perfect day behind, she could feel there was something better awaiting her at the house. She nodded.

When they entered the house, the warm air cradled their tired bodies. While they played together like children, their bones were very much matured. Especially Jimmy, who suffered from poor posture due to the heavy guitar.

Jimmy disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a dessert. It was a sweet roll baked with cinnamon and topped with butter and brown sugar. Her mouth watered as she looked at the dish. "That looks and smells amazing!" A proud glint shone in his eyes. His hard work was paying off. She was thoroughly impressed by all of his efforts.

They sat at his table, looking at one another as they shared the dessert. She was humming in pleasure as she chewed. It tasted as good as it looked.

"So you said you were new in town, do you have any friends?" He asked as he chewed.

"Not really," she laughed, "just me and my cat, most nights."

"You have a kitty cat?"

"Yes, I do I have a kitty cat. Her name is Lucy. She's a British shorthair, a little grey thing."

"Very sweet! I love cats. I've always wanted one."

"I did too. As soon as I moved out I got one." After her plate was cleared, she sat back in her chair. She looked into the white ceiling and pondered the day.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked. She looked over at him, "I want to hear you play a song from tour." Her eyes were wild with excitement once more. He stood from the table and lead her to the music room.

The door swung open, revealing the shelves of vinyl and books. She looked from the shelves to him, in awe. "You have a nice collection here! I'm impressed." He sheepishly smiled at the compliment. "Records and books are kind of my souvenirs from tour. I have to pack an entire new suitcase of just what I pick up."

He picked up his guitar and placed his hands on the strings. His mind hesitated for a moment. "I could play you something on this, which you've already heard. Or," He stood from his chair and grabbed an electric guitar off the wall. He plugged it into the amp sitting next to the chair and switched it on, "I could play you something on this beauty." He sat with the brown guitar on his lap. "Play me whatever you want. It'll sound amazing either way." He was again flushed with pride. He enjoyed the endless praise she brought to him.

He began to play Black Mountainside, then transitioned into White Summer. He hadn't played it for her yet. This was on account of using the acoustic Gibson J-200. This was a long-term loner from his friend. But it played so nicely that he didn't want to return it just yet. And he was happy he hadn't. The buttery smooth playing seemed to satisfy Gwen deeply.

When the song was over, he looked up at her. She had a wide grin on her face and her eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree. She was utterly enamored by him. He wore a heavy face of concentration when he played. And the sound that came from the amp was unlike anything she had ever heard before. She began to clap for him. "That was wonderful! You are the most talented person I've ever met. Maybe in the whole world!" He was beaming from her words once again.

He played her two more songs. One of them didn't have a name or lyrics yet. He thought he could propose it to the guys for the next album. She seemed to particularly like this one. He peered up at her from his guitar. Her eyes were closed and she was humming along with the melody. She looked so peaceful this way; enmeshed with the music. This made him even more in love with her; she was just as obsessed with music as he was.

He clicked his amp off and sat his guitar back on the stand. "Okay, music time is over." He said. She frowned, begging him with her eyes to continue. "Okay, okay, we can still play some music. But I'm tired of the guitar for now. How about I play you a song on this?" He pulled a mandolin from a small stand in the corner. It was John's but was borrowed for songwriting purposes.

He began to play a Joni Mitchell song. It was instrumental at first but Gwen recognized the tune and began to sing along. His heart nearly leapt from his chest and into her hands at that moment. Her voice was so delicate and light. She sounded almost identical to Joni. He eventually trailed off and stopped. She looked at him, puzzled. "Why did you stop?" He was silent for a moment, then laughed. "I can't remember the bloody chords." She joined him in his laughter. They looked at each other, giggling like children once again. This turned into a fit that lasted what seemed like hours.

When he finally shut the lights off and closed the music room door, they retired to the living room. The sun was setting and pink, golden light filled the room. Gwen looked out the windows and admired the sight. Jimmy was in the kitchen retrieving drinks for them. She stood from her seat and sat on the floor in front of the window. She watched the orange clouds drift past her view. She laid her head on the windowsill and closed her eyes. She was taking in all of the energy around her; drinking it up like a flower in the sun. Her breathing was shallow but still fulfilling. He walked up behind her, admiring her from behind. The sunlight was reflecting off her bright hair. She looked so peaceful.

He sat next to her, draping a soft blanket over their shoulders. She opened her eyes and turned to him. Her only response was a content smile. She closed her eyes once again and rested her head on his shoulder. This made Jimmy's chest ache. His heart began to race as he pulled her closer. He rested his arm around her and breathed in her scent. She smelled like grass and flowers but to him it was the perfect smell. They stayed like this until the sun sunk low into the sky and the moon began to rise.

"This has been the perfect day." She said.

Jimmy looked over at her. She was sprawled on the floor with the blanket wrapped around her. He reached into the fireplace, placing wood and fire starters. "Are you ready for dinner?" He asked as he worked. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound. His lithe hands were working the vents to ensure the logs would light. He lit a match and threw it in, creating a small fire. The heat was immediate and warming.

"If you're making something, of course I'll eat it. You're like a little housewife." She said. This made him laugh. "Oh yeah? Should I put on my little apron and do a dance for you?" The corners of her mouth upturned and her cheeks wrinkled as she giggled. The most beautiful sound Jimmy had ever heard. "Yes, please!"

Gwen joined him in the kitchen as he gathered ingredients. They made small talk as he cooked. She watched him as he worked. He had an intense face of concentration. His lips were pursed and his eyes were focused. She thought the precision he put into everything was admirable. Adorable that he tried so hard, even cooking a small meal.

They sat in front of the fireplace with their plates. The heat from the fire and the plate was soothing. They ate in comfortable silence. She looked at him, pouring over every lovely detail of his face. He was a beautiful man, something she didn't think often.

After their meal was finished, they washed the dishes together. Gwen sat on the counter, drying the ornate plates he had cleaned. They worked in perfect accordance. She shoved herself off the surface after they were finished, "Well, it's getting late. I guess I should get going."

These words were troubling to them both. This day had been so idyllic it would be a tragedy to end it. "If you'd like to go, that's alright. But I would like it if you would stay." He grabbed her hands, pulling her into him. Their faces were close for the first time. She looked down his rosebud lips. They looked plush and soft. "Yeah, that would be nice."

He was so close to her, his head began to spin and he felt dizzy. His face was burning hot and he could feel reality slipping away. All he could feel was her hands on his. His vision went cloudy as he leaned in. A gentle rain of sparks shot down his spine as their lips made contact. Endorphins immediately flooded his brain. A hot feeling ran down to his feet. They were numb, but he was still standing firm on solid ground. He felt an other worldly happiness. The one you get as you die and enter the gates of heaven. He could fall to his knees now and begin praying to her as if she were god. The feeling she gave him was all he ever needed.

Gwen leaned into him for support. Her legs felt wobbly and her breath was stuck in her throat. She had only known him for a short time, but he was the best thing to happen to her. The feeling he gave her was unlike anything she had experienced. She felt an immediate liking for him. They had known each other long before they met. The memories of them together stretched farther than the road behind or in front of them.

No words had been exchanged in minutes, but they perfectly understood each other. Without another word or glance, they two walked together up the stairs. The white wood creaked and moaned as they made their way to Jimmy's room.

She hadn't seen it, or the rest of the upstairs yet. He only showed her the downstairs earlier on his tour. The walls of his bedroom were barren but covered in a lovely floral wallpaper. He had an ornate bed, complete with a canopy. He was like a little princess in his tower.

There was a table next to the large picture window. It was covered in a long cloth adorned with stars and clouds. There was a circle of salt surrounded with candles . In the middle sat three green crystals and a hand full of cypress. This is an altar. Excitement filled her body. She turned to him, a smile wide on her face. "You're a witch too!"

It was his turn to be excited. Too? Oh, this is going to be a joyous union. "Yes, I am! This is my success and happiness altar. I've been using it for about a week." The two shared a glee in their spirituality. "I have a love altar at home." She was giddy, knowing she had been asking her altar to summon him. She smiled sharply at its success. Clearly her magic was working.

Jimmy told her about his fascination with Crowley. He rambled for almost 15 minutes. She learned about his ceremonial robes, manuscripts, and the lore of a home in Lochness that Crowley once occupied. Gwen didn't mind his manic infatuation. She found it cute when he got on his knees and began taking books for the shelf in his room to show her. They were old and fashioned with sigils and different markings. She felt an energy enter the room when he opened these books to show her. It unsettled her because she knew Crowley was into baneful magic. This was not her style. Her magic was based more on good intentions and bringing herself and her loved ones goodwill.

He had been going on about a certain book of sigils, one not written by Crowley. He looked at her, seeing her interest. "I'm sorry if I'm boring you. I get really into these things and sometimes I don't when to shut up." He laughed and closed the book. She took note of how he spoke with his hands, especially when he was excited.

"No, no, it's cute. Really, I love it. I also think it's interesting." His ears perked up when she said this. "Really? I think it is too. I admire the way he was able to harness his energy. I want to be able to do that. Have you ever wanted something so badly, that you willed it with your power? I think that's magical." Gwen wore a sly smirk on her face. She couldn't help but laugh, really. It was ironic that he was so oblivious.

"What? Why are you laughing?" He asked. This made her laugh even more. He was so adorable when he was this clueless. "Nothing, nothing. I'm just really glad that you're telling me about this." He was appeased by her flattery and prodded at her reaction no more.

After a few more minutes of magic talk, they retired to bed. Gwen had plucked a few books from his personal shelves and brought them to the large bed. One of them was the book of sigils Jimmy was holding earlier. It was written by a man named Rudolph Koch. She had never heard of him but felt a connection to the text. She flipped the book open and saw the array of sigils. The symbols were laid out with explanations of them underneath.

"Ooo, I really like this one. I think I'm going to steal it to use in my practice." She pointed to a circular symbol with three rings and a diamond on the inside. "That one symbolizes a person who is fully connected with their mind, body, and spirit. I reckon that would be good to use in a success spell." He said. She nodded, "I've never really used sigils. But I think this book would really help me get a good start." She said.

"You can borrow if you want. I don't really use it that much. I usually stick to my Crowley manuscripts." She smiled an appreciative grin and sat the book down.

They went over the other two books she picked out. One was a guide on green witchery and the other was a Crowley book. They were fascinating and gave her a lot of insight on how to use herbs.  After about an hour, they were finished reading. Gwen was growing tired after the long day of activities. She leaned back into the plush pillows and pondered their time together.

She looked over at him. He turned on his side and cuddled into her. She smiled small and reached an arm around him, pulling him closer. He wasn't asleep but she could tell he was ready to be. She moved lower in the blankets and drifted off. She hoped she would dream of today and the activities they indulged in.

-

When Gwen woke she rolled over and was immediately startled by Jimmy leering over her. He was sitting on his knees, looking intently at her. "Well, good morning."

He smiled and wished her a good morning. "I had a most wondrous sleep. I hope you did as well." He said in his buttery smooth accent. This made her heart flutter. His words were dipped in gold. Even when he spoke the simplest of words it made her knees wobble.

"I would have made us breakfast already, but I didn't feel right leaving your side. I didn't want you to be confused when you awoke. And I reckoned making breakfast together would be a nice way to start the day." She sat up and wrapped her arms around him. They fell back into the mattress and she squealed in excitement.

She pulled away from their embrace and looked into his eyes. He was grinning ear to ear. This is the perfect way to start the day. With her in my arms and in my bed, he thought.

The pair slunk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sunbeams burst through the window and painted the walls a bright shade of canary yellow. He put a record on in the living room and set it loud enough to trickle throughout the house. They started their breakfast and made small talk as they worked.

When they finally sat at the table, Jimmy had a pensive look on his face. He was deep in thought about Gwen and had been silent for minutes. She was puzzled by his silence because her mouth never stopped moving. She looked at his face in an attempt to gain access to his thoughts. When this didn't work she resolved to ask him. "What are you thinking about? You're always in that head of yours."

He looked at her, seemingly as if he'd forgotten she was there. "I'm thinking of you, of course," He started, "And how for some reason, I can't get you off my mind. You've been on it for some time now." His soft voice paired with the kind words made her head spin. She could feel herself falling so willingly and so fully for him.

"To think of it, I've been dreaming of you for years." He continued, "I remember you began to visit me when I turned 15. It was like clockwork, the way you came." He warmed her with his musings. She was surprised by this information.

I thought my love spells came to no avail. I thought I was stupid for attempting to manifest a person. But it worked! It worked!

She began to laugh. "Isn't that funny?" Was all she said.

The topic was dropped and they finished their breakfast in a comfortable quiet. Gwen sat back and enjoyed the last two tracks off the record spinning while he washed up. She wanted to go back to the water and play more music. Yesterday was so perfect, I wish we could do it again and again. If every day were like that one, I'd have no more worries. Just to spend all my time with him would be heaven.

-

She spent the next two days at Jimmy's Pangbourne home. They shared intimate details of their lives, played music, and spent many hours by the water. He even taught her a couple of songs on the guitar. The two had never felt happier or more at home with anyone before. Especially Jimmy, who had a habit of keeping few around.

When it came time for her to leave, they were distraught. "I don't want to go, but I've got to. I have two shoots today and I can't miss them." She stood from the couch, where they had been watching movies for the last couple of hours. He grabbed her hand, trying to pull her back down. "Can't you just stay for a little longer? You don't have to make the shoots." He pouted. She laughed at how pathetic he was being. "I can come back soon. I have to go to work, though. You know that, Jimmy." He frowned cartoonishly. This made her giggle.

That's all I needed to hear, he thought.

He lead her out to the driveway where her car was parked. "I promise, I will see you soon. I'll give you a call when I get back to my apartment. Then we can set up a time for me to come back." This brought a smile to his face once more, "I'll be waiting." She leaned in and gave him a long hug.

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[takechonces28]

Teachers Pet (Part One)

Y/N’s POV

Second semester. It’s like a new beginning, new classes, new teachers, it’s great. But this year is different, it’s my senior year, so it’ll be my last “new” beginning.

I walk into my first period, it’s a college level class, we take it for credit to graduate and college credit. The teacher’s new, his name is Awsten Knight, but Austin is spelled weird, at least he isn’t an English teacher.

“Good morning y’all! It’s nice to meet everyone, I’m Mr. Knight and I’ll be you’re US History teacher for the next semester” he smiled a toothy grin, as he greeted us.

I couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. He had a beautiful jawline, the brightest smile I’ve ever seen. He’s toned and has great style. This fact starts to sink in more and more as the course progresses.

We’re now three weeks in and I’m still swooning, but today was different.

“Sam listen, I can’t be crazy, he’s been staring me down all class!” I start to gush to my best friend as we head to second period. “And he’s not like… scolding me, he’s just like staring… INTO my soul” Sam laughed my comments off.

“Oh yeah, and Mr. Wigington gave me “fuck me” eyes” she rolled her eyes at me as we entered our next period.

Awsten’s POV

It’s awful, I know. She’s my student. The age old story, creepy teacher after the matured student. I feel like shit, believe me, but she keeps giving me these looks. She looks like she’s studying me, like I’m a test she needs to pass.

I can’t help but stare back, she is beautiful, and of age. She’s 18. She’s actually almost 19, they held her back in kindergarten. So, it’s not creepy, right. She’s an adult, by state standards. But, I can’t just ask her out, that’ll get me in the local news, god.

So I guess I’ll just have to let it be. If it’s meant to happen, a way will open up.

Y/N’s POV

Guitar lessons. He teaches guitar lessons.

“Hey mom…. No I’m not calling for you to get me… why?… oh um, you know how I love music, but I’ve never had a chance to learn an instrument… yeah so one of my favorite teacher is giving guitar lessons, is it okay if I check them out today after school?…Yes I’ll be home before 8, okay thanks mom love you.” I did a little happy dance and turned to Sam. “Mission accomplished” she laughed at my elaborate plan.

(Time skip to that afternoon, cause I’m lazy :) )

I walk up to Mr. Knight’s house. It’s actually very well kept, the yard at least. I lightly knock on his door, my anxiety starting to surface.

“I’ll be right there!” I hear his soft voice reply to the knock. After a few moments he comes to open the door, and looks shocked when he sees it’s me.

“Hey Y/N, not to be like… rude, but how’d you find my house” he laughed, but also looked concerned.

“Your flyer… about guitar lessons…” his eyes light up.

“Oh shit, yeah, I forgot I did those.” He grabbed my hand and brought me inside.

“So where’s your guitar?” He looks at me confused.

“Well that’s the thing, that’s actually not why I’m here, I just needed a real reason to be. That was the best I had.” I start to fidget with my fingers, not knowing how to bring up what I want to say.

“You stare at me… in class. Way more than a student usually does Y/N. “ he looks up at me slowing, and I’m froze. He knows.

“I’m just really attentive…” he shakes his head, “to the lesson or my biceps Y/N?”

He knows how hot he is. God it’s not fair.

“Can’t I be attentive to both?” I laugh and he joins as well.

“Why are you really here Y/N?” He looks me up and down, and my whole body tenses.

“ I- um, fuck. You watch me too!” I shout, probably not the best way to bring it up but here we are.

“Well, we’ve both been caught, haven’t we.” I look down embarrassed with myself, but Awsten didn’t like that.

“Look at me darling” He lifts my head up by my chin. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, we both have an attraction toward each other. And contrary to popular belief, it’s not illegal, just frowned upon.” He caresses my cheek, making every hair on my body stand.

“So you… think I’m pretty?” I quietly respond, entering full sub mode.

He nods, “Yes baby, you’re beautiful, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I just stare at him in awe, speechless.

“Can I kiss you?” I nod not being able to speak, he grazes his finger down my lips, “uh uh baby, words.”

“Yes, please…” I softly get out the words.

That’s all he needed to take my lips into his own. His hand moved from my cheek to my hair. The kiss still pure. He pulls away slowly.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” I shake my head at him.

“No that’s you” I giggle

I check my phone and see that it’s 7:45.

“Fuck! I have to go” he frowns

“Did I move too quick I’m sor-“ I shake my head, “no, no I have a curfew still, my parents are crazy!” I hug him really tight not wanting to leave, then I lean in one more time. We kiss for a little over a minute then I pull away.

“Where does this leave us?” He asks.

“Where do you want to leave it?” I ask in rebuttal.

He shakes his head, “We can do these lessons… twice a week… and they can be like, dates?” I nod and hug him again.

“See you Thursday!!”

(A/N hey y’all I’m alive!! Okay so I was just gonna make this a one off smut, but I decided I wanted it to be a short story, so there’s gonna be like two or three parts. I hope you guys like this!! ✌️)

[gretasinmysoup]

Till the end. pt.1

Greta van fleet/fem reader

Summary: your a young girl struggling with mental health in collage. You work at a family owned coffee shop when suddenly 4 boys walk in taking you and your life for a roller-coaster of emotions

Authors note: this is my first ever fic and it will be a series sorry if it's bad hopefully it will get better over time. Enjoy!!

I've been in the slumps for weeks and all I want to do is stay cooped up in my bed. Just shut the world out. It sounds awful and that's because it is but in a way it's also comforting. Seeing as though im 20 years old and have no family members around me and I live off campus I can easily do that. The problem is ADD doesn't really make it a possibility because my mind is constantly finding more and more things to do. Growing up my mother never really made it an option to just lay around so in a way it just feels wrong if I'm not doing somthing or helping somebody out.

I'm currently at work which is just this nice quiet little coffee shop on the corner of downtown L.A. we never really seem to have alot of people in here but then again not very many people want to stay cooped up in a coffee shop on Halloween. That's when they walked in. 4 stunning young men, 3 of them you could clearly tell were related but the odd one out seemed nice calm and somewhat of an old soul. The other 3 were quite loud with their voices. "Ahhhh....what a beautiful place......hey sammy look at the cutie running the counter" one of the boys said and a very poor British accent as he elbowed the taller boy that I have now learned is named sammy.

"HI welcome! in if you need a minute to look at the menu that's fine just let me know when you are ready to order." I said as politely as possible. A part of me had a feeling that they were either going to be very respectful of the decor that we have around the place but another part told me they were going to act like cave men and tash/possibly burn the place down.

After a few minutes the taller one with dark long hair that has an outstanding curl pattern walks a little closer to the counter signaling that he was ready to order. I looked slightly behind him to see the other boys rather loudly messing around on the stage. "I'll take a 24oz of just a coffee with some hazle nut in it" stated the young man at the counter. I quickly turned my gaze back to him feeling a twinge in my chest since removing my eyes from sammy. "Uh right 2 or 4 shots?" I asked slightly embarrassed that I was paying attention to the others and not him. "4 please. I'm trying to match the others energy seeing as they will most likely be like this all day." He said with a slight chuckle. I giggled slightly at his comment seeing as I'm not the only one who feels slightly overwhelmed with their aura. "Alright perfect. $3.18 is your total, and what's a name I can have for the order?"

"Daniel. D.A.N.I.E.L" I smirked at the fact that he felt the need to spell it out for me. "It should be out in a minute" I said smiling as I walked into the back to make it.

I walked to the front counter with his coffee that was quite hot. "Daniel your coffee is ready" I said which caused all of them to turn around. "Thank you" he said sweetly as he grabbed the cup from my hand lightly grazing my hand with his.

That's when I felt it. This connection that was spark like. Although telling me we were ment to be, whether it be platonic or romantically. Our eyes quickly found eachother and just by the look in his eyes I could tell he felt the same thing.

"Whats your name?" He asked desperately trying to figure out the situation. "D-drew....uhh well you enjoy your coffee let me know if you need anything else." I said shocked that it wasn't just me who felt this way. He gave me a short nod with a tight smile and found himself a chair by the open area that we had small local bands play at from time to time.

On my way to the back room I saw the boy with the british accent reach for a guitar that we had off to the side. As I watched him go for the delicate instrument I had a quick jump in my heart out of fear that he my ruin it. The boy with the curly hair seemed to have notice as I abruptly stopped in my tracks with a flash of fear in my eyes.

"OH no is it OK if he plays the guitar or is it just for show?" He asked with concerned features. I then realized that I wasn't talking and my mouth was just ajar. "Jake quick put it back I think it's just ment to be decor. Sorry we should have asked." He said as who I've understood is "jake" gently sets the guitar back in its holder with an apology on the tip of his tongue. Before he could stress his sorry I replied with "OH no sorry he can play it just please be careful it was my grandfather so it's been roughed up over the years." As I said it I saw a click in the curly haired boys mind as though he was interested and wanted to know more.

"I promise I will be careful with it" Jake said with a smirk playing on his lips. As he took the stool he started strumming a familiar toon but I couldn't quite place it.

I started to continue my trail to the back till I was stopped by the boy with curls. "My names josh by the way. And this place is lovely. Sorry we are so all over the place we just got back from a long travel and we haven't been here in years. It just feels good to be back and to see the new faces." He said with wild hand jesters that made me giggle. "OH don't worry about it somthimes you can need some crazy to feel like your living life again. Granted not this early in the morning but hey a great way to wake up." I said trying my best to Match his character. "Totally agree." He said with a smile that was so perfect that it almost pulled me out of my seasonal depression. That's when sammy stood up abruptly from the table that Daniel was sitting at with now a look of anger on his face. It wasn't very easy to see but the second he spoke I could tell that he was upset.

"I think it's time we leave we need to get ready for the show later." He said quite aggressively. He walked over to the door and the next thing I knew he was out of the building and Daniel was standing up to go after him. He gave me a quick glance over the shoulder and offered me a smile as if he was saying thank you without words, then he to was gone and out of sight. It was just me josh and Jake left in awkward silence till Jake decided to say somthing before they to left. "Thank you for letting me play your grandfather's guitar. We have a show we are preforming not far from here at 9:45. It will be in Johnsons bar you should stop by I think you would like it." He said as he haned me a ripped napkin with the address on it. "Thank you I will try to stop by you boys have a nice rest of your day" and with that they were gone and I had 3 hours left till I got to clock out and go home. That gave me from 3:30 till 9 to get ready for their show. A part of me was nervous yet I felt the lightest stream of serotonin courses through my veins and somehow I just knew that I need to be there to show my support and thank them for the amazing tip they left me.

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It’s a Match! Part. 3

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader.

Word count: +2,9k

Warnings: A few swearing words but nothing else!

A/N: It’s a Match is finally back!! Let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist! 

Edited by: @theamazingtomholland

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2

The soft melody Charlie was playing on his guitar made her look at the propped-up iPad while she cut some veggies and her heart skipped a beat with the intense look he was giving her. If that’s how he made her feel through a screen she knew she was bound to collapse under his gaze once they met in person.

“What are you playing?” Y/N asked with one last look, before setting her attention on the cutting board. If she ended up with a missing finger because of him and his tempting smile, she was going to block him. 

“Traverser l’hiver” he answered, and  Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise, she definitely wasn’t expecting him to answer her in French, “I’ve been listening to that song on repeat the last couple of days, and now I’m trying to learn it.”

“What does it mean?” she questioned, putting down the knife for a bit, so she could focus on his explanation.

“Making it through winter,” Charlie replied, plucking the guitar strings softly, “the song talks about how his relationships never last and that he’s glad that they made it through the winter because he can’t get enough of her.”

“Send me the song later,” she mentioned with a smile. That sounded like a good song, and she wanted to know what his music style was like.

Calling each other on FaceTime while they did their own stuff quickly became their thing since they matched on the app two weeks ago, just enjoying the company and asking questions once in a while. Normally it was just her doing stuff like cleaning her desk or cooking while Charlie sat there playing the guitar or reading a script.

“It’s in French,” he warned her, and even if she wasn’t looking at the screen, she already knew he was giving her That smile, the one that made her stomach flutter with excitement. 

“Music is a universal language, Charlie,” she chuckled.

“I thought that was love,” the boy pointed out playfully, “I’m gonna send it as soon as we hang up. Promise.”

“Good, because I’m not sure if I’d be able to find it.”

Y/N saw him throw his head back as he laughed, the movement loosening his man bun. She inhaled deeply, before looking away from the screen. She wanted to know if his hair was as soft as it looked.

“What are you cooking anyway?” Charlie questioned when his laughter died down, and he stopped playing with the guitar strings.

“I’m meal prepping actually,” Y/N admitted with a grin.

“No way,” he gasped, and she felt her cheeks blushing. 

“This is the first time I’m trying so don’t make fun of me,” she begged as a joke.

“Never, I’m actually impressed with your commitment because that takes a lot of time,” he mentioned with a soft smile. 

She smiled at him and bit her lip. Fuck it, she was gonna ask him to meet up. There was no way she could wait one more week, her assignments could wait.

“Y/N,” Charlie called her, and she tilted her head just a little to let him know she was listening, “let me take you on a date. You get to choose the place.”

She tried to hide her smile without much success, just knowing that Charlie was thinking about the same thing she was thinking made her feel so happy and excited about going out with him. 

Two weeks ago, she’d have never thought about developing such a strong connection with him or that she’d get so happy whenever a new text from Charlie appeared on her phone. The thought of their connection made her relax, she could feel it on her heart that this wasn’t gonna end in another ghosting experience for her.

“Can I tell you something before I answer?” Y/N asked with a grin.

“If you tell me you’re married, I think I can share,” he joked but nodded giving her the green light to ask him whatever she had on her mind.

“I was about to ask you the same thing before you asked me out,” she confessed and the look in Charlie’s face made her whole body tingle. He was too good with eye contact for his own good.

“In that case, I’m glad I asked first,” Charlie mentioned winking at her, and she knew her cheeks were blushing with that simple gesture.

When Jo came back home, she found Y/N smiling at her phone while French music played through the speakers. There was no doubt about who was responsible for putting that smile on her friend’s face. 

“What got you so happy?” Jo asked even if she knew the answer to her question.

“I’m going on a date with Charlie, in two days,” she responded holding back the excited squeal that was threatening to escape from her mouth.

“Dude, finally!” Jo scoffed but smiled at her excitement. Y/N deserved to have fun and go on dates. Her friend deserved to feel something for a guy again.

“Oh shut up!” Y/N laughed and put her head on her friend’s shoulder, “I’m so scared of how I feel about all this and I haven’t met him yet.”

“It’ll be okay,” Jo promised, resting her head on top of Y/N’s, “and if it doesn’t, we can always watch sappy movies and have ice cream for dinner.”

Two days later Jo followed the anxious girl pace in their living room, babbling about not knowing what to wear for her date or hypotheticals scenarios where Charlie would kidnap her and sell her organs on the black market.

“Y/N,” Jo said and the girl ignored her, “Y/N!” this time her friend stopped and looked at her with regret, “if you don’t wanna go then tell him.”

“But I do wanna go,” she grumbled as she sat beside Jo on the couch, “I’m just nervous about the date.”

“Where are you going?” Jo questioned.

“I told him we could go to Salt and Straw, ‘cause he has never been there,” Y/N responded biting her nails, “and then I think he said something about going to Vista Hermosa, but we’re not sure.”

“That sounds like a good plan, just make sure you go somewhere where you can talk and get to know each other.”

“Yeah, I know,” she mumbled, “I should probably start getting ready.”

She pressed her lips together in front of the mirror before throwing the lip gloss on her bag and making sure she had everything.

“Keys, Kleenex, mints, wallet and…,” she whispered and her friend’s hand appeared in front of her, “I don’t need condoms, Jo. It’s our first date, I’m not gonna have sex with him.”

“Honey, you never know,” Jo claimed with a knowing look on her face, “take them, just in case.”

“You’re a nightmare,” the girl huffed but took them and put them in her bag.

“I’m just making sure you have protection in case you need it,” her friend laughed and Y/N rolled her eyes trying to hide her smile.

Her phone chimed with a new text and her heart started racing in her chest. 

Charlie: i’m outside.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered and looked at Jo with panic in her eyes, “he’s here. What do I do?” 

“Tell him to come upstairs, I’ll open the door, so he knows you have someone waiting for you to come back,” Jo ushered her to send her a text back.

Y/N: almost ready!! can you come upstairs?? i’ll buzz you in Charlie: sure!! no problem Charlie: what apartment??

Just a few minutes later she heard a knock on her door and Jo walked out of her room to go and open the door. She took off one earring as she heard her friend’s voice letting Charlie inside their apartment. As soon as Y/N heard his voice, she felt the butterflies go mad in her stomach.  

She grabbed her bag and made her way to the living room, putting on her earring again to pretend she wasn’t ready.

“Hey,” she let out and held back her breath when their eyes met. 

“Hi,” Charlie said standing up from his seat. 

If Jo felt the electricity that filled the room while they were looking at each other, she didn’t mention it. But Y/N felt her whole body tingle with excitement at the sight of the boy right in front of her. 

She lifted her right hand nervously, not sure if she should go for a handshake or not, but her hand got trapped between her body and Charlie’s as he went for a hug. It wasn’t long, just really soft and kinda comforting. 

“Sorry,” they both said at the same time when he noticed Y/N went for a handshake instead.

“It’s okay,” Y/N said giving him a reassuring smile and tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. 

“Ready to go?” Charlie asked pointing with his thumb to the front door. With a soft nod, she followed him to the front door, giving her best friend one last glance, Jo winked her eye at her and gave her the thumbs up.

“I parked the car around the corner,” Charlie mentioned once they were out of the apartment building.

“You found a parking spot nearby?” Y/N questioned in surprise and when he nodded eagerly she let out a laugh, “lucky guy.”

Hearing him laugh at her comment right next to her made the butterflies in her stomach go crazy. He took the car keys out of his pocket and unlocked the orange Subaru close to them. 

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled at him when Charlie opened the door for her. 

“No problem.”

“Get it together, Y/N,” she muttered before the boy opened his door. The nervousness coursing through her body made it feel like her tongue was tied, and she didn’t know how to put into words how glad she was to be there with him by her side. 

“So which Salt and Straw are we going to?” Charlie asked, starting the car and getting out of the parking spot. 

“We should go to the one near Little Tokyo, that one is closer to Vista Hermosa,” she replied and furrowed her eyebrows, trying to recall if it was actually close or not.

“Can you,” Charlie started, trying to get his phone out of his pocket, “type in the address? I’ve been living here for years, but I still need the GPS.” He handed her his phone after he unlocked it.

“When did you move here?” Y/N asked, taking the opportunity to start a small conversation

 and getting to know him a little better.

“I moved to Toronto right after high school and then moved to L.A. a few months after,” he bit his lip, probably trying to do the math on his mind, “About 3 years now?”

“I’m gonna let the GPS pass just because you are brave enough to drive here,” she joked and Charlie shot her a grin that screamed trouble. And she loved it.

The fifteen minutes ride from her apartment to the ice cream shop went by in a blink of an eye, between questions, jokes, and the occasional humming coming from Charlie whenever the radio played a song he liked or knew.

“What flavor should we get?” Charlie questioned, placing his hand on her shoulder to keep her by his side in the busy shop. She glanced at the hand over her shoulder and her heart started racing.

“What if we get the flight?” Y/N hinted, pointing at the option on the board, “that way we can pick four flavors.”

“Good idea, then I want Brown Ale and Bacon, and the Double-fold Vanilla,” Charlie said with an excited smile on his face to the guy behind the counter, “and you?”

“Strawberry Tres Leches and Chocolate Gooey Brownie,” Y/N responded after a few seconds of thinking which flavor could match better with Charlie’s choices.

“You realize we still got chocolate and vanilla ice cream, right?” Charlie chuckled and Y/N rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide the smile forming on her lips, “next time we only pick the monthly flavors, deal?” 

Y/N looked up at him and nodded in response, knowing very well that meant he was considering going on a second date with her while the first one just started.

“They’re not gonna last till we get to the park, Charlie,” she warned as they made their way back to the car.

“That’s why I bought cookies,” he smiled as he tried to balance his car keys and the box with ice cream in one hand, “C’mon hurry up,” he ushered her, grabbing her hand with his free hand and guiding her through the surrounding people. 

It wasn’t like he laced their finger together or something like that, he just grabbed her hand to make sure he wouldn’t lose her in the crowd, but the touch made her wish he would never let go of her. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he touched her, but the small amount of time she got to spend with him in person was enough to feel drawn to him in such a magnetic way, she never imagined possible.

“Oh that one is fucking delicious,” Charlie gasped after Y/N’s hand moved away with the now empty little spoon, his eyes still focused on the road ahead of them, “which one it was?”

“That was Strawberry Tres Leches,” she replied with a hint of pride laced on her voice, “your pick isn’t bad, you know?”

Charlie raked a hand through his hair and turned around just a few seconds to show her a bright smile.

“I have good taste,” he observed in a tone that let her know he wasn’t just talking about ice cream flavors.

Y/N opened her mouth, but the words never came out, shaking her head in pure amusement she dipped the tiny spoon in another flavor and offered it to him. What was she supposed to say?

“Why did we think we’d get there with ice cream?”  Y/N questioned when Charlie opened the car door for her. 

“No idea, but we have a plan b,” he added, giving her the bag with cookies and opening the back door to search for something, “there we go.” 

“I want that one,” Y/N said, taking the orange and mango-flavored Capri Sun out of his hand with the biggest smile on her face. 

“I’m gonna give it to you just this time because that’s my favorite,” Charlie scoffed, but the smile that seemed to be permanent on his face gave him away.

He made her feel so relaxed but his energy was so contagious, she felt like she could do anything if she wanted to. 

“Would you go on a hike with me?” he asked her before taking a sip of his Capri Sun. The juice pouch looked ridiculous tiny in his hands.

“You’d have to take it easy on me,” she commented and closed her eyes to feel the sun on her face with delight.

“So that’s a yes,” Charlie stated and the excitement in his voice made her open her eyes, so she could look at the boy sitting next to her on the grass.

“Sure,” she giggled and turned her focus to the impressive view. The overlook of Downtown Los Angeles always took her breath away, reminding her how little she really was.

When they left the park, just minutes before it closed, both of them wanting the date to last a bit longer. 

“Do you mind if we stop for a coffee?” Y/N asked, her voice just loud enough for him to hear her above the music playing, her hands fidgeting on her lap.

“I was gonna ask you the same,” he replied, “we can always drive all the way to the beach if you’re up to that.”

“Are you serious?” Charlie’s beaming smile was the only answer she needed, “let’s go then.”

Being stuck in traffic with Charlie wasn’t bad at all, that meant more time together and a jamming session for them. Y/N knew he could sing, she heard him humming on their previous video calls but getting to listen to him really sing without a care in the world was amazing. 

“Stop bragging, I get it, you can sing,” she teased him.

“Don’t be shy, I know you can sing too,” Charlie said as he parked the car. And there it was, the weakness that meant seeing him backing up the car with just one hand. 

“Right,” she said clearing her throat and unbuckling her seatbelt after he fully stopped the car, suddenly the car felt too hot for her. 

“Don’t you think you’re gonna get cold without a jacket, Y/N?” Charlie questioned, grabbing two hoodies from the back seat.

“I was counting on borrowing yours,” she admitted with a shrug. 

“Let’s go before we miss the sunset,” the corners of his mouth turned up glad she was finally flirting back. Not that she didn’t do it before, but it was nice to hear she was as interested as him.

Their arms were brushing, bodies as close as possible while they faced the ocean and the sky changing colors as the sunset on the horizon. The breeze sent shivers down her spine and she pulled the sleeves to hide her hands to keep them warm. Charlie looked at her and put his arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer.

“I guess my hoodie won’t be enough uh.”

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