#and i got to spent it with my band mates. i used to have a thing with one of them but it got weird and it never really. went anywhere.

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     Y/n didn’t confide anything in Seungmin. She loved her brother but he was a menace. He wasn’t always but now they were adults, there was personal information she didn’t dare trust him with. Especially her interest in men. 

     Before he was an idol he always gave his unwanted opinion on the guys she liked or dated. After he became an idol, he still did but pretty much warded off any man for her. Including his band mates. 

     Y/n never would actively go after her brother's friends. If things didn’t work out, she didn’t want him to choose between family and friends. She wouldn’t do that. It was a little risky that she was one of their makeup artists and he’d helped her get the job to begin with. 

     But you can’t help who you end up liking. Especially when all the guys in the band were great men. 

     “Why are you assigned to do the old man’s makeup today?” Seungmin asked as he walked into his leaders dressing room, setting a cup of coffee down on a clear spot of her station.

     “Talk to my boss about it,” Y/n shot back at her brother

     Chan requested Y/n to do his makeup. Stating stay always thought he looked best when she did it for a performance but the reality was he just wanted more time with her. 

     Sneaking around was hard, especially when her brother was one of his little meanaces. He also felt bad he was doing it behind Seungmin’s back but who knows what god reaction would be

     “Thanks for the coffee,” Y/n told him

     “Whatever,” he shrugged then walked out of the room

     “I would have gotten you coffee if you asked,” Chan told her, setting his phone down. 

     “I think it was his random act of kindness for the day because i didn’t ask him to get me one.”

     “Think he knows?” Chan asked

     “You see him more than me. But we’ve never given him a reason to suspect us hooking up.” Y/n answered, “But you know him. He does random stuff all the time. I learned a long time ago to not read into it.”

     Chan hummed in response as she tilted his head back a bit not to strain her back any and applied his lip. “You’re all set.” Y/n said as she finished

     “Thanks. Are you still coming over tonight?” He asked her

     “Innie’s not home tonight?”

     “He shouldn’t be,” Chan said.” Though that didn’t seem to be a problem last time.”

     “I’m still surprised you managed to sneak me in,” Y/n laughed as he stood and stretched

     “Yeah. Just need to keep you quiet,” the leader joked then left the room. Y/n rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee her brother brought him and put her brush belt together so she could do touch ups. Double checking that she had everything before heading out to the rest of the stylists. 

     She caught up with a few of her cop workers. She liked them— which was a great thing— and they never judged her for who her brother was but she also knew people I in the beauty industry liked to talk. Things got around so never said anything about her situationship. It also didn’t look good for a makeup artist to sleep with idols from a professional standpoint. 

     Y/n spent most of her time running around, dabbing sweat from the group — slapping tissues onto her brothers forehead when the camera wasn’t looking and he teased/messed with her— and fixing makeup. 

     She was tired at the end of the work day. Makeup was not an easy job, especially on the body. She was packing up for the day when she saw a message from Chan on her phone, the reason she bought a privacy screen.

Chan: Still up for coming over and letting me take care of you? You look pet tired

Y/n: And what would that entail👀

Chan: mmmm I was thinking maybe ordering some ramen, putting on (fav anime or show), some pillow princess treatment

Y/n: Know me so well. Just let me know when to come over

Chan: Will do

     Y/n swiped out of the chat and finished packing up before heading out and going home to shower. Rinsing the day away then putting on some comfy clothes before Chan texted her it was safe to come over. She took the going  drive over then snuck up to Chan and In’s place. She texted him she was outside and the door quickly opened up, letting her in. 

     “He said he’ll be back in a few hours,” Chan told her

     “Plenty of time then,” Y/n smiled

     “Eat first. I didn’t see you have anything but coffee today.”

     “Yes dad,” Y/n joked and he smiled at her.

     “Don’t start yet.”

     The two sat down on the couch and Chan handed her her ramen bowl and turned on the show. Y/n smiled as they sat back together on the couch. Sometimes it felt more like a relationship with Chan but she learned overtime it was just who he was. 

     Chan cleaned up the food as she sat back and relaxed, a little giddy knowing what was about to come. The idol came back to the couch and gently pushed her back as his lips  attached to her neck. “Worked so hard today,” He mumbled into her neck as his hands dipped under the waistband of her lounge pants, finding she didn’t have anything under them. 

     Chan just chuckled and lightly bit her earlobe as his fingers spread her folds. “Gonna get yourself into a lot of trouble.”

     “Plan too,” Y/n answered 

     Chan smiled and pushed two of his fingers into her. Y/n curled her fingers into his hair as his lips pressed to hers. Y/n moaned into his mouth as his fingers glided in and out of her. His movements were restricted slightly by her bottoms before he moved them with his free hand and her help. He tossed the fabric to the ground. 

     Y/n melted as his fingers rubbed against the gummy spot inside her. Chan smiled as he continued rubbing that spot and brought his thumb to her clit. 

     “Chan,” Y/n moaned

     “Gonna cum for me baby? Make a mess on my fingers?”

     “Yes,” she replied

     Chan simply smiled and kept his pace until that damn broke and she shook under him. He didn’t pull his fingers out of her until she came down from her high. Chan spread his fingers in front of her face before doing his fingers into her mouth. Y/n wrapped her lips around his finger’s and cleaned them off. 

     Chan chuckled as he pushed up her shirt, looking down at her breasts, groping one of her boobs in his free hand. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and wiped her spit over her chest. Y/n half-smiled at him before he pulled her up and stripped her of her shirt as she did the same. 

     Chan reached somewhere out of her right. She watched him open the full wrapper and roll the rubber onto himself. She adjusted herself a bit before Chan stopped her. Manhandling her into the position he wanted her in before slowly pushing himself into her. Y/n moaned and grabbed the arm of the couch. Both were so entangled in what they were doing that they didn’t hear the door open or the footsteps. 

     Jeongin told his friends he’d be back in a few hours but the reality was his errands didn’t take that long, thankfully. But he still froze seeing the scene in their living room. Not that his leader was naked. He was very used to that, especially living with him now. What shocked him was he was balls deep in their friend's sister. 

     “Noona?” he questioned, thinking he was imagining things but the way they both froze and Chan looked at him confirmed it. 

     Frankly, he wasn’t upset nor was he going to snitch. He understood the attraction to Y/n. Hell he’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t thought about bending her over once or twice. But it seemed like a mutual agreement amongst all of them that siblings were off limits. Or he thought so. 

     “I thought you were gonna be out longer,” Chan said as Y/n grabbed her shirt from the ground and draped it over her chest

     “Finished early,” Innie told him. “I can just go to my room. I’m not going to tell Seungmin, what you guys are doing is none of my business.”

     The maknae didn’t say another word and headed to his room. “You’re the best!” He heard Y/n call before he closed his door. He felt kind he should have grabbed some food when he was out since he didn’t know how long he was going to be in his room. But he didn’t want to intrude. He was already suppressing the idea of asking to join them. 

     He had a small infatuation when Y/n first was hired. But he steered away when he learned that she was Seungmin’s sister. But he had practically walked into a porn and he could still hear it. Something didn’t settle well with just using his hand and eavesdropping in on his friends having sex. He also didn’t know if they were just fucking or if they were dating. But he knew closed mouths don’t get fed. 

     He opened his door and called out, “Can I join?”

     The clapping stopped for a moment. He was about to close his door and deal with his problem himself before he heard Y/n agree. He quickly grabbed a condom and put it in his pocket before joining them. 

     Chan had let her choose if the youngest to join. He didn’t mind sharing but it was ultimately up to her. He smiled as he hung her head over the side of the couch as Jeongin joined them, tossing his shirt off. 

     Y/n watched as he said in front of her, erection pressing against his jeans. The singer undid the material and pushed it down with his boxers. Watching her mouth open as his hard cock sprung free. He grabbed the base of his cock and pumped himself a few times before sliding into her mouth. Y/n moaned around him as Chan continued thrusting into her and Jeongin filled her throat. 

     Jeongin leaned forward a bit and slowly thrusted in and out of her mouth. Both men reveled in the choked sounds she was making. Jeongin wrapped his hand around throat, feeling himself sliding in and out of her throat. Both men feeling her tighten up. 

     “She likes it rough?” Jeongin asked, applying a little more pressure

     “Yeah,” Chan answered

     The two shared a thought for a moment before pulling out and flipping her around. Y/n squeaked as the adjusted her before sliding back in without a second thought, but didn’t move. She waited for a moment before Chan spanked her ass hard. She let out a moan and that made him do it again. “Fuck her stupid already, hyung?” Jeongin asked as he grabbed the back of her head

     “Not my fault she goes dumb on my dick easy,” Chan laughed

     Y/n looked up at the younger man, catching the siren eyes that drove their fans crazy. “Start moving.”

     Y/n slowly started fucking herself between the two of them. Whenever one of them thought she could go faster or she was slowing down— or maybe because they wanted too— they’d land a harsh spank on her ass. Her pace increased as her ass held red hand marks on the flesh. 

     She could feel Chan twitch inside her. On the verge of filling up the condom as she clenched around him. She felt his hand grab the back of her neck and rammed himself into her. Y/n moaned as her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head. Jeongin followed his leader's lead and started thrusting into her again, holding her head steady for him to use.

     Chan’s own speed picked up as he got closer and closer to his high. The moans he was so accustomed to hearing were drowned out by the second cock in her throat. He knew he could hear them any other time but he was so focused on getting to his orgasm he barely paid attention to it.

     The older male cursed under his breath and gripped her neck tightly as he pushed himself into her and filled up the rubber. Jeongin focused on his own high. Her warm mouth felt better than anything he had ever imagined before. He felt like he could cum at any moment and he was right. With a few more thrust, he came down her throat. Filling the cavern with his seed before pulling out. He watched as Chan pulled out of her from behind and laid her down.

     “I’ll get you a towel,” Jeongin said and pulled up his pants

     Chan thanked him as he took off the condom and tied the rubber off. Jeongin disappeared down the hall and Chan tossed the condom and grabbed a cup to let Y/n spit the cum out of her mouth if she wanted to. The makeup artist spit out the cum and thanked him as the maknae came back and handed the towel to Chan.

     Jeongin was never telling their friend about the situation now that he had been involved once. He went back to his room and let Chan clean her up in the bathroom before he cleaned up.

     Chan had helped Y/n into the shower and helped her wash up as she laid against his chest, tired from the work day and sex. “Want me to drive you home or do you wanna stay for a little longer.”

     “Can I take a little nap?” Y/n asked

     “You can stay the night if you want to. It’s not like Innie doesn’t know anymore.”

     “You’re right. I’m borrowing your clothes then. I don’t have anything here.”

     “That’s fine,” Chan chuckled

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Better For You

Spencer White x Reader

Summary: You knew Spencer outside of his ‘Spider’ persona. You knew the boy he was outside of the school crowd. But when the two worlds collide, will you see him for who he actually is?

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of spiking, cursing

———

“Spencer White?” You glance up from the diary in front of you, “Starting today?”

The tall boy in front of you clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, yeah, that’s me. You can call me Spider.”

You scrunch your nose at his request, “Yeah I’m not gonna do that.”

He scoffs, “Alright, and what do I call you?”

“(Y/n),” You respond, “It’s just us two today so I can show you the ropes.”

“Can’t be that hard right? Sell people tickets, serve popcorn, pour a few drinks?”

You stare at him with a black expression, evidently unimpressed.

He looks down at his feet and then back up to you, “Okay, where do I start?”

Spencer was about the same age as you, you assumed. Your boss had said he came across as ‘confident and enthusiastic’ in his interview but both of those things seemed a little uncertain now.

You’d been working at the movie theater for nearly a year now, your uncle knew the manager so you’d been a shoo in from the moment you were old enough to work. It was long hours, late days, annoying customers, but it earned you money and that was all it needed to do.

“Let’s start with popcorn.”

———

That was two months ago now. You now spent nearly every shift with Spencer. He made the long nights feel like they ended earlier. He snuck you free food, dealt with the annoying customers for you, sped around the screens quicker than you so you didn’t have to do as much cleaning. He took extra hours so he could work when you worked.

You’d learnt in that two months that he was working here after an argument with his mum where she told him he’d never worked a day in his life. He’d taken this job to prove her wrong. That was on one of your late night shifts after a midnight screening. It was just the two of you and he was evidently down, evidently in need of someone to talk to. He’d opened up to you. You’d told him that you were sorry, though you weren’t exactly sure what for. He’d laughed and told you that if his Mum saw him like this she’d tell him this wasn’t work.

He drove you home that night, same as every night. And he thanked you before you got out of the car. He didn’t tell you what for, just said ‘thank you”. He needed it more than you did.

Now, he had your number and you had his. And you texted when you weren’t at work together. He sent you songs he thought you’d like, mainly from rock bands he’d heard at a concert that weekend. You sent him films he should watch and he forced himself to watch them, giving you a running commentary with text updates every few minutes.

You spoke to him more than you spoke to your other friends. You told him things before you told them nowadays too. But you two never saw each other outside of work. Separate schools, separate lives.

“Here,” You hand him over a stack of medium cups to add to the supplies at the counter.

Spencer takes them from you, loading them up onto the pyramid of cups you’d been making. It was a quiet day.

“You know if these fall you’re picking them up,” You comment, handing him another two cups.

Spencer adds them too and steps back with his hands raised as if he’s going to catch it, “Yeah, yeah, I figured.”

You grin, both of you admiring your handiwork.

“So,” He steps back to lean against the machine behind him, “I had a question.”

“A question,” You repeat, “Mysterious.”

“I know we’re not working on Saturday. My mates are having a party at the weekend, it’s stupid really, like this graveyard thing,” He shakes his head, “I was just… would you… would you want to come?”

You frown a little, as if taken aback but not wanting to admit it, “Are you…”

“You don’t have to, it’s a stupid idea really, I don’t know why we-“

“Yeah, I’ll come,” You nod, “I’m not here, so I’ve got nothing else to do.”

He smiles, “Alright, well then it’s a date.”

“Is it?” You cock a brow, folding your arms over your chest.

“I-“ His cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, “Shut up.”

Spencer rolls his eyes and steps forward, collapsing down the pyramid of cups into stacks in front of him.

———

Spencer texts you the location and you walk there as the sun’s going down - a little later than he’d suggested so you didn’t look awkward and eager.

It’s eerie when you think of it - a clearing in a graveyard converted into a party location. There’s already a crowd building, a mismatched stack of alcohol at one side and a littering of people you didn’t recognise mingling around.

Why had you agreed to come? You didn’t know a single soul here beyond Spencer. And surely he had other friends he’d want to see? The thoughts of turning around and pretending to have never arrived start coursing through your head. Your feet come to a stop, as if you’re preparing to disappear back into the surroundings.

“There you are!”

And there he is.

Through the crowd, you spot the familiar sight of that blonde floppy hair. The way his face curls up into that signature smile. He’s holding a red solo cup in each of his hands, extending them wide as if hugging you through the air.

“Was starting to think you weren’t coming.”

“Yeah, I’m still not sure about the whole… graveyard thing.”

Spencer laughs, “Yeah you just need to drink enough so you don’t think about it.”

He hands one of the cups to you and you take a sip.

“Careful, they’re probably spiked,” A girl walks past the two of you, eying Spencer with evident disgust.

She’s got dark short hair and a brightly coloured jacket with a black dress and she looks at you as if shes worried about you.

“Fuck off Amerie,” Spencer snaps, rolling his eyes at her.

You glance up at him and back to her and she offers you a small smile like she’s trying to warn you of something. She walks off over to another group of people and Spencer turns back to you.

“What was tha-“

“Come on, I want to introduce you to some people,” He places a hand gently on the middle of your back as if guiding you through the crowd.

There’s a group of boys over the other side, shouting loudly at each other and making vulgar gestures to go alongside whatever conversation they were having.

“Oi dickheads,” Spencer calls over, “Be normal for a minute, ay?”

The boys stop and turn around, both of them looking at you and then back to their friend.

“This is (Y/n),” He looks down at you and then back to them.

“(Y/n)!” One of the boys grins widely, “We’ve heard a lot about you. You moved in by Spider right?”

“Wh-“

“This is Ant, and that’s Dusty,” Spencer gestures between the two of them before you can say anything else.

“Nice to meet you,” You smile softly, “You know Spencer from school?”

“Yeah, basically since we could walk,” Dusty smiles at you, “We can tell you all the gory details.”

“Alright, alright, I’m right here,” Spencer shakes his head, standing close enough to you that his side is against yours, his arm still placed on your back.

He’s got that way about him. The feeling that you could just melt into his connection. You couldn’t explain it, but in a crowd of people you didn’t know, you were glad he was still beside you.

———

“So how does the dunny situation work here?”

Spencer turns to you and laughs, the two of you now at the edge of the party as people had started dancing in the middle. It was dark now, and you were stood just inches closer to Spencer to make the most of his radiating warmth.

“You find a spot where nobody can see you, and you put in some squat training,” He smiles, the kind of smile that creases his eyes.

“Oh how glamorous,” You wiggle your brows, placing your cup into his hand, “I’ll be right back.”

His fingertips linger on yours as your hand pulls away from his, his eyes lingering on you for even longer as you walk away.

You trail out away from the crowd and down a small path away from any prying eyes until you bump into the sound of giggling girls just ahead of you.

“Oh shit, sorry, I was just looking for somewhere to piss,” You clear your throat.

“Hey, wait, wait, wait,” One of the girls looks over to you, “You’re the girl that Spider was with right?”

It was the girl from earlier. The one Spencer had told to fuck off.

“Yeah, I’m (Y/n),” You offer a smile.

The girl’s friend stands up and zips up her trousers, both of them walking closer to you.

“I don’t want to sound like a cunt, but just be careful with him,” The girl, Amerie says.

“Am,” The other girl hits her arm, “You’re going to scare the poor girl.”

You look at her and fold your arms around you as if shrinking away from them, evidently uncomfortable.

“He’s just…” The other girl begins, “Very outspoken. He’s not exactly the nicest guy at Hartley.”

“He’s a grade A cunt,” Amerie adds, “And you seem like way too good for him.”

“Alright, we’re gonna go before Amerie says anything worse,” The other girl confirms, “Have a good night yeah?”

They both walk past you and you stand stuck in your spot, repeating over everything they had said. Spencer had been the nicest boy ever since you’d known him. He was thoughtful and funny and he was who you looked forward to seeing every shift. But everyone here seemed to be talking about a different boy when it came to him. To the girls, he was like the worst guy they’d known. And why had he lied to the boys about how he knew you?

“(Y/n)?”

You turn in your spot to see him stood behind you, far enough away that you can only make out his silhouette in the dark.

“You’d been a while, I was just making sure you were okay,” He speaks so softly you feel your heart skip a little.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” You clear your throat, walking towards him.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Spencer offers, “I reckon the coppers will be here soon.”

“Yeah,” You smile at him lightly, “I’ll probably book an Uber-“

He holds his cup out towards you, “I’m not drinking. I’ll drive you home.”

Spencer tugs his jacket off from his shoulder and places it around yours his hand slipping down beside your arm until his hand is hovering beside yours. You interlock your hand with his and he smiles once more, like he’s relieved at the contact.

———

The drive back isn’t far, and the empty roads make it even quicker. Spencer still indicates every time he needs to, drives the limit rather than anything over, glances at you every so often to make sure you were okay in the passenger seat.

He pulls up in front of your house and shuts off the engine.

“So, will you be rushing back to a graveyard party any time soon?” He leans his head back against the headrest and turns it towards you.

“I think I’ll stick to the beach or a house party for now,” You nod, running your hands over the cold skin of your thighs.

Spencer laughs, “Yeah I-“

“Can I ask you something?” You interject, the thought practically spilling from your mind.

He frowns, nodding slightly.

“Why did the boys think I was your neighbour? Did you not tell them we worked together?”

Spencer swallows the lump in his throat, “I didn’t tell them about the job.”

You furrow your brows, “Is working at a movie theater really that bad?”

He lets out a deep breath, “It’s not that.”

There’s a stillness in the air between you. That sort of tension that he always managed to dissipate. He’s calm and yet the air seems to be full of all the nerves he could muster in your presence.

“I don’t really talk to them about anything with my Mum, or home, or anything. And I guess I figured if they knew about the job they’d start asking questions and it’s just… not something I tell people.”

“You told me.”

Spencer chuckles a little, “You’re easier to talk to.”

You smile at him and the tension in his shoulders seems to relax a little, “I guess I can pretend to be your neighbour next time.”

“Next time?” He raises his brows, “So you did like the graveyard.”

You laugh, your gaze averting to the darkness looming over your house, not a single light on.

“So, my parents are away,” You say quietly, like you’re now the one holding all of the nervous energy, “Do you want to… I mean you could…”

“Yeah.”

You laugh, unsure at what point in your time knowing him had it become so easy for Spencer to make you nervous.

———

He sits at the end of the bed whilst you get ready in the bathroom. You take off your makeup, wash your face, tie back your hair and change into your pyjamas. They were one of the cuter sets you owned - different to the normal baggy t-shirt you’d wear. But if there was ever a time to wear a nicer set, it was whilst Spencer would be the one you were sharing a bed with.

When you walk back in, he looks up from the book he had in his hands - one he’d taken from your nightstand.

“Didn’t think that would be your kind of thing,” You nod towards it, walking over to your side of the bed.

“Too many big words,” He smiles, setting it back down and shuffling backwards on the bed.

He was wearing only his t-shirt and boxers now - his other clothes folded in a pile on the chair in front of your vanity.

“Okay we’ve got a problem here,” You comment, looking down at him.

“What’s that?” He asks, swinging his legs around so that he’s sat at the side of the bed facing you, his knees bumping against your legs.

“This is my side of the bed,” You mention.

“Oh is it?” Spencer cocks a brow at you and you hum in response.

His hands reach out and gently brush the skin of your thigh, trailing upwards towards your waist as if drawing you towards him. You let him guide you, shifting until you are straddling his lap. Neither of you speak, Spencer’s hand moving around to hold your back, one remaining on your waist. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes focused on his like you’re seeking that comfort.

“Can I kiss you?” Spencer whispers, the words seeming to tumble from his lips.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Yes.”

The corners of his mouth upturn just slightly, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips. And then, he closes the gap just enough. His lips press against yours, soft and cautious but somehow so certain of themselves. His hand moves to cup your jaw, drawing more of you to him as his fingertips tangle into your hair. When he pulls away, his lips curl into a smile, forehead pressing against yours.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do that,” He whispers, as if not wanting anything else to ruin the moment.

You laugh, leaning into him, “This is still my side.”

Spencer chuckles, holding one arm tightly around his waist to shuffle you both back across the mattress. He shifts to lay you down on one side of the bed before settling down on the side beside you, his arm outstretched to pull you into his chest. You can feel his heart beating against your ear and you’re relieved for a second he is sharing in the same adrenaline that you are.

His fingertips trail up and down your arm, the most delicate touch he could muster.

“I’m sorry I lied to the boys about you,” He speaks the words quietly into the air of the room.

You tilt your head upwards just enough that you can see his face, “We already spoke about this, you don’t have to-“

“Yeah but I didn’t apologise properly and I should do,” He nods, “It shouldn’t be your problem to have to lie to them too.”

“Would it really be so bad if they knew you had a job?”

Spencer shakes his head, tucking his other arm beneath his head on the pillow, “No, it wouldn’t. I just don’t like the thought of them knowing everything that goes on at home. It’s easier to go into school and act like none of that exists.”

You lean up onto your elbows and turn to face him, reaching up a hand to run through the hair falling at the side of his forehead, “Would it not be easier if you could talk to them about it?”

He wraps an arm around your waist, his eyes flitting between each of yours, “I don’t think I’d even know what to say.”

Spencer leans up just enough to kiss you again, gentle and fleeting.

He pulls you back down to his chest and tugs the blanket up over both of you. The pair of you stay there, like that in each other’s arms, until his breath starts to even out and he falls asleep - though, even then, his arms don’t loosen from around you.

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Spider is back at school on Monday morning. He’d spent all of Sunday with you - waking up at your house, driving you both to work, and then taking you to dinner afterwards. It was the first time he’d ever woken up and instantly wanted to text someone, sending you a quick ‘good morning’ along with his complaints for not wanting to go to school today. He felt like a child with his first crush. Though, when he thought about it, maybe this was the first proper crush he’d had. No other girl had made him feel like this. And he’d savour it for as long as he could.

“Oi dickhead, are you listening?” Dusty interrupts his thoughts, the two of them walking towards the locker room to get changed.

“No,” Spider shrugs, “Do I need to be?”

“You missed a killer end to the party man,” Dusty points out, pushing the door open to where the rest of the boys already were, “I can’t believe you left early.”

“Oh come on I think Spider had other things on his mind,” Ant points out as soon as he overhears the conversation.

“Yeah who the fuck was that chick?”

“Does it matter? Either way Spider was going to fu-“

“Cut it out,” Spider snaps, to nobody in particular, just hoping for anything that would stop the topic of conversation.

“Aww is Spider precious about his latest conquest?” Ant frowns, “You’ll be onto the next one by this weekend.”

“Have you ever just thought of shutting up Ant?” Spider questions, reaching down to tie the laces of his trainers, “I mean, seriously, is it so hard to think (Y/n) might just be a good person? Someone I actually like hanging out with?”

“I don’t think that’s what they’re doubting,” It’s Malakai that speaks this time.

Spider looks at him, uncertain.

“If she’s a decent person, the last guy she should be around is you.”

For a moment, he feels the silence around him. The same tightness in his chest that he got at every dinner with his Mum. The same voice in his head telling him it was impossible for him to be good.

“Well,” He clears his throat, standing up from the bench, “Good thing I don’t need to listen to you cunts.”

When he walks out onto the field, the girls are already crowded around in conversations with each other. Spider walks over, crossing towards the opposite side of the field.

“Oi Spider!”

It’s Amerie that yells after him. He turns around to see her and Harper making their way over.

“You know we told that girl from the party to stay away from you,” Amerie states strongly, offering him her most judgemental look.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You might be able to put on an act for her but she deserves to know how shitty you are.”

“Are you kidding?” Spider scoffs, “You don’t even know her, why’s it your place to say anything?”

“We don’t know her,” Amerie shrugs, “But we know you. And no girl deserves that.”

He glances around at the rest of the people on the field, across to where the boys have just started filtering outside too. Not a single person here thought well of him. Even the boys, his friends, they saw him as the boy that said what they wouldn’t say. He was funny to them before he was good. He was someone to laugh at before he’d ever be someone to talk to. He’d become a show piece at this school. The controversial one that said what nobody else would.

“Ever thought that I might want to be a decent guy? That if I actually liked someone it’s genuine?” Spider shrugs, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Oh fuck off Spider, are you even capable of that?”

“Maybe.”

———

You’d been on Spider’s mind for the whole day. And, as soon as the final bell rang, all he could think of was getting to you.

It’s not a far drive, just the other side of town. But he speeds as if it’s some sort of last ditch attempt to get to you. He hadn’t thought to text, or ask where you were, or ask if you were free. He just knew he needed to get to you. And when he pulls up in front of your house, he realises this is as far as his thoughts had taken him, he wasn’t sure what that meant now.

He knocks on the door, harshly as if he’s channeling his nerves into the sound.

It’s not you on the other side. Instead, an older woman, bearing some resemblance to you in the brightness of her eyes.

“Hi, can I help you?” Her brows furrow but she smiles at him welcomingly, warmly.

“Um-“ He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck, “I just-“

“Are you (Y/n)’s friend?”

Before he can respond, you come up behind the woman and grasp her shoulders, “I’ve got this one Mum.”

You glance to Spencer and smile, instantly relaxing the tension in his shoulders.

“It was nice to meet you,” Your Mum nods to him, turning to you and giving you some sort of knowing smile as if exchanging silent words.

You step out of the front door and pull it almost-closed behind you;

“What are you doing here Spencer?”

“You didn’t tell me what the girls said to you at the party.”

“I-“ You wrap your arms over your chest as a breeze courses past both of you, “I didn’t think it mattered.”

“Didn’t matter?” He half laughs, his shoulders dropping, “They practically told you to get as far away from me as you could.”

“Yeah. And that doesn’t mean I believed them.”

Spencer smiles at you just a little, but it falters quickly.

“Why do they hate you so much Spencer?”

He pauses, taking a deep breath as he looks at you like even the sight of you is enough to calm down all of the worry coursing through him.

“My whole life it’s just been me and my Mum. I didn’t have siblings, my Dad was never in the picture. And so I had this one person left that was meant to love me. You know? That was her job, right? She’s my Mum, she just needs to love me and we’d figure the rest out. My Mum treats me every day like I’m the worst guy on the planet. I’m a guy and she thinks that’s enough for me to be someone she should hate. To her, I’m destructive and thoughtless and I have all this potential do a world of wrong. She reminds me of that every day, with everything I do. She’s reminded me of it so much that I started to believe it. That’s the guy I am to them at school. That’s the guy they know. And I’d hate me too if I was them.”

You feel a lump forming in your throat, wanting to reach out for him and tell him everything he needed to hear. To heal all those years of hurt that sat on those young shoulders.

“I don’t want to be that guy when I’m with you.”

You feel it then. The way your heart skips a beat once more.

“I want to be better.”

Your face breaks into a small smile, an instinctive response.

“I believe you,” You practically whisper the words, “Everyone else might have a lot to say about you but I know the person that you are with me.”

You step forward towards him.

“And I don’t think that guys so bad.”

You watch as he visibly relaxes, grasping out for you as soon as you are within reach, his hands snaking around to your waist. Your hands move up to his chest, linking around the back of his neck.

“You deserve a chance to be better Spider,” You smile, reaching up onto the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his lips.

He hums against the contact, pulling away to say, “I prefer Spencer.”

You chuckle and he wraps his arms tighter around you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He breathes in the scent of you in his arms, feeling his heart slow in your hold. He’s sure he could stay there forever. And you’re sure that you would let him.

[poraphia]

"Four Medium-Sized Coffees, One Big Fat Work Crush"

lvjy!wilbur x manager!reader 1457 words • 8.9.23 request by @mrssabinecallas! "lead singer will with a manager reader! they book all their performances and bring them coffee every morning, just happy to be there with Will and their friends"

requests are still open!! dont be shy :3 pt. 2 here <-

How to be a good tour manager: 1) Bring them coffee every morning 2) Don't fall in love with the lead singer

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Y’know, when I signed up for this job, I didn’t expect the roller coaster of emotions and action that would come with being an on-tour manager. 

I especially didn’t think I’d end up falling for the lead singer of Lovejoy, William Gold.

I have been a stage director for concerts for a couple of years now since I graduated from university. I worked for different venues, taking up jobs such as being in charge of soundcheck and directing the lights. After years of hard work and a resume of experience, I was finally offered my first opportunity of being an on-tour manager for a rising band that was touring the world.

I have to admit, it was different. I was constantly away from home and on the road. The one thing genuinely battling this homesick feeling was the constant adventure and excitement we faced in every city. From sitting awkwardly in an Uber as the driver told us horrific stories, to running around the late-night streets tasting cuisines we had never heard of before.

I remember on the first day, I was a nervous train wreck. I spent most of that night pacing around my hotel room while occasionally practicing in the mirror how to greet the band, how to talk to them, and how to even shake their hand. It wasn’t until the peak time of 4 AM I decided that I should keep things simple (and that I should probably go to sleep because I had to wake up in three hours).

I met up with the band at our first venue for a soundcheck. When I got the text that they were arriving shortly, I ran to the nearest cafe and ordered four coffees, each with a simple shot of espresso, two scoops of sugar, and a cup of milk. It was basic, and it wasn’t guaranteed it would be something they’d love, but I was far too deep to turn back around and return the coffee. Plus, wouldn’t that be a super awkward situation? Oh, hey Mr. Barista! Sorry, can you refund me these four coffees after I walked in the blazing city heat for roughly ten minutes before—

“Hi,” A deep, posh voice caused me to snap out of my thoughts. I looked around, not even realizing I was already at the venue, and the man was holding the door for me. He was tall with disheveled curly hair and he wore a striped T-Shirt with some basic black jeans. Glasses rested on the bridge of his nose but more importantly, there was the guitar case slung across his shoulder.

“O-Oh, thank you!” I stuttered, rushing past him to avoid any more embarrassment. He softly chuckled behind me before closing the door. I turned around, half-smiling to shake off the embarrassing situation I’ve seemed to stumble in.

“You must be (y/n), right? Our manager?” He asked, his eyes trailing from my face to my lanyard, to the cardboard cupholders presenting four hot and fresh beverages. 

“Yeah!” I exclaimed a bit too loudly. Guess that’s another check on the list for what will keep me up tonight. “I, uh, I got these coffees for you guys! Just to help you guys out with the jetlag and all…” I trailed off in the end. But thankfully, the man smiled and took a random cup, slightly pursing his lips to retrieve the beverage only to flinch back, laughing.

“Holy shit, this is hot.” He chuckled. I couldn’t help but laugh along as well. “Oh, fuck, where are my manners– My name is Wilbur, Will, William, honestly call me what you like.” He shrugged. “My other mates are right there and are practicing on stage right now. There’s Ash, Mark, and Joe.” He pointed to the respective person, each calling out their name. 

We both began to walk toward the backstage area and continued talking. As Wilbur walked nonchalantly with coffee in hand, I struggled to catch up to his long strides while also maintaining the balance of the rest of the drinks.  “It’s a funny way how we all became a band actually–” He turned around. Noticing my struggle as he spared a few milliseconds so that I may catch up. Will chuckled before continuing to walk at a much slower pace.

Once we arrived in the backstage lounge, I pushed the door for him with my back. He thanked me before walking past. “Oh, (y/n), I would like to mention something–” He said, turning his head to face me. I tilted my head, anticipating. “Next time you get us coffee, I’d like mine with two cups of milk!” He smiled. “Although, it is perfect as it is anyway. I’m sure the rest of the band would love it.”

As I watched him finish up his coffee and make his way to the stage, my mind was set on a new goal:

“Find out Lovejoy’s desired coffee orders.”

From that day forward, I brought them coffee every morning. From meeting them on the tour bus, at soundcheck, to even waiting in the hotel lobby. I would listen closely to what comments they would make. If Joe slightly mentions to Ash he doesn't like sweet coffee, I'll remember to add less sugar. If I heard Mark asking around for creamer, I'll remember to put more cream. My petty rule for myself was that I wouldn't dare ask them directly about their preferences. It was a fun little game for me, and it only took Wilbur a little over two months for him to notice.

Wilbur and I were sitting in the tour bus booth area going over the set list when he brought it up. "Hey, (Y/N), can I ask you something?" He said, tapping at his cardboard cup. I looked up from the piece of paper I was writing on to meet his eyes. 

"I know what you're gonna ask– I've already asked the stage crew if we could add smoke for The Fall along with some more flashing lights during Warsaw." I explained, pointing at the paper with the pen I had in hand.

Wilbur let out a soft chuckle with the softest smile on his face. His hair covered a bit of his eyes but even then I could see the reflection of light making his pupils sparkle. His laugh caused a fluttering sensation in my chest. My hands and stomach tingled as if dozens of butterflies were dancing on my skin. Was I.. Getting flustered?

"No, no, I wasn't going to ask that." He spoke gently. I held my breath, a little embarrassed for my rambling. "Though I do appreciate it all. You've picked up so much about us as a band in just a couple of weeks." He held the end joints of my fingers between his grasp as he spoke, fidgeting with them as he talked. 

"Oh, well…" I felt the blush creeping to my face. "that is kind of my job." I chuckled.

"Also you've been getting our coffee orders perfectly I've noticed. Mark was raving to me earlier about how good it tasted. Ash even posted it in his story." Wilbur said, reminiscing on his mornings with his friends. 

I couldn't hold back the biggest smile on my face. It took every nerve of my body not to jump up on the table and do the goofiest, happiest dance of my life. Instead, I nodded and hummed, using my thumb to rub circles into his hand.

"I'm really glad to hear that. This is my first on-tour job, so here it's just–" I stumbled over my words trying to find the right phrases, but I was so overwhelmed with giddiness I just sighed. "Thank you…"

Wilbur looked back up to meet my eyes again. His cheeks were dusted with the slightest bit of pink as he examined bits of my face. I wanted to take in every feature of his as well. From the small mole near his eye to how pink his lips were. How pretty his lips are… they look so… Soft–

"(y/N)! Wilbur!" Mark called out from the other end of the bus. Immediately we pulled away from each other, sinking ourselves in our opposite-end seats from embarrassment. 

"Yeah?! What is it, Mark?" Will called out, but he dared not to turn around to face him. 

"We're in LA now! You guys ready for our last gig in the States?!" He asked excitedly.

Oh, God. 

It was the last gig. 

Which means… 

I looked over to Will, who also had a slight shock on his face as if it slipped his mind as well. 

This is it, I suppose. 

Who was I to think I would get my happy rom-com ending?

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my wilbur soot masterlist ~! a / n ~ i have a part two idea for this already omg should I do it?? reblogs and likes are super appreciated!! they be motivating me :33

[a-little-unsteddie]

stuck in your throat || 2.4

2.1 || 2.2 || 2.3 || [here]

the final part of chapter two! it’s a bit shorter than the previous two parts, but it’s just as important. steve and robin meet the band!

i’ll post this chapter on ao3 tomorrow!

A few short days later found Steve and Robin handing the apartment keys over to Dustin and Will, the former needling them for information about where they were going and who they were working for. Will watched with something that was akin to smug satisfaction, grinning as Dustin’s theories got wilder and wilder. The only thing that Steve and Robin told him was that they were traveling and that Steve was a nanny.

“I just don’t understand why Will gets to know and I can’t!” Dustin had huffed, scowling as Steve reiterated that Will happened to be working when he and his boss had the interview.

Now, they were parked beside a black bus that wasn’t massive, but was definitely bigger than Steve and Robin’s RV, which made sense, as it was just him and Robin in the RV and four people in the bus. Five, if Chrissy stayed in the bus, but Steve wasn’t sure if she did.

“Mr. Steve!” Elodie screamed, running over to the omega. Steve huffed a laugh and caught her with a soft grunt as she leapt into his arms.

“Miss Elodie!” Steve exclaimed, much quieter than the pup had been. “Have you been good for your daddy?” he asked with a fond smile as he spun her around. She immediately scented him, pressing their cheeks together gently. His heart skipped a beat at the action, her soft, sweet pup scent filled his nose as he held her close.

“Yes!” she started proudly, “I ate all my breakfast even though I really wanted to see you! Daddy wouldn’t let us leave until I ate all the eggs.”

“That’s so good,” Steve indulged, cheeks hurting from the strength of his smile.

“Elodie! What did we say about scenting people?” Eddie asked, exasperated as he approached.

“It’s really no problem, Eddie,” Steve assured, biting back a laugh as Elodie echoed him.

“Yeah, Mr. Steve says it’s really no problem, daddy,” she spoke in a tone that relayed how silly she thought her dad was being. Steve squeezed her gently, already so fond of this little pup.

“It’s not polite, Elodie,” the alpha groaned, but smiled at the both of them. “I’m so sorry, Steve, I tried to tell her. She was so excited once someone,” he shot a pointed look to Chrissy, who looked only slightly remorseful, “let slip that we’d be seeing you today.”

Steve jostled Elodie slightly in his arms, bouncing her a bit. “It’s okay! We’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other, aren’t we, Miss Elodie?” he asked, grinning as she giggled and nodded. He looked back to Eddie with a softer smile, “I really don’t mind.”

“He doesn’t,” Robin piped up, startling Steve slightly. He’d forgotten she was there.

“That may be true, but I still don’t want her running up and scenting everyone she’s excited to see,” Eddie explained, reaching for Elodie to be passed over to him. Steve obliged, humming as he did.

“That makes sense,” he nodded, cooing soothingly as Elodie whined but allowed Eddie to take her. Immediately, she startled wiggling and trying to get down, and Eddie rolled his eyes as he let her down. She took off like a rocket towards where the bus was parked, and as they watched her run, Jeff, Gareth and Lewis appeared around the front.

Meeting the rest of the band went smoothly, Steve was especially endeared by Gareth, but that might have been because he looked a bit like he could be related to Dustin. He was a beta who had a lot of rage for someone so short, but mostly it was manic energy. He spent most of the time they were meeting each other playing with Elodie, whose giggles filled the air and settled something deep inside of Steve.

Jeff and Lewis were alphas, and were excited to meet them as well, their combined scents was that of s’mores and a bonfire, entertwined so deeply that for a while, Steve thought it was one scent. He spotted their matching mating bites and it suddenly made sense that their scents combined.

Overall, it seemed as though it wasn’t just Elodie that was excited to have Steve—and Robin—joining the crew. Robin and Chrissy were off doing god knows what (Chrissy was probably teaching Robin the ropes and Robin was probably not retaining any of the information because there was a pretty omega in front of her. Which, like, fair.), and everyone else was kind of off doing their own thing until they left in an hour.

Steve was stuck deciding between joining Eddie and Elodie at the park, and being responsible and continuing to plan lessons for Elodie when their classes started. He figured he could sit next to Eddie and still do work, so he grabbed his notebooks and planners and joined Eddie at the picnic table he had claimed for the time being.

“Steve! Hi,” Eddie greeted with a warm smile. Steve was glad to return the warm greeting, smiling shyly at the alpha.

“Hey, Eddie,” he said quietly as he started spreading the notebooks out.

“This reminds me of the days I used to spend planning D&D campaigns,” the alpha said bemusedly.

Steve hummed curiously, glancing at Eddie. “The pups I used to babysit loved that game, but I never really got into it,” he admitted, feeling his cheeks heat up. He could only hope that it wasn’t obvious how impacted he was by the alpha.

Eddie looked him up and down, causing Steve’s entire body to flush.

“I could’ve guessed, you don’t exactly scream ‘dungeons and dragons nerd’,” he teased with a wolfish grin, causing Steve to bite back a smile.

“Yeah? What do I scream to you, then?” he asked, already feeling his cheeks heat up even further.

Eddie looked him up and down again, Steve could almost feel the look as if the alpha were touching him instead of simply gazing at him. He suppressed a full body shiver at the feeling, hoping his reaction wasn’t noticeable. The alpha hummed, a deep vibrato that sent goosebumps scattering across Steve’s body.

“Middle school librarian,” he spoke at last, letting his gaze linger a bit longer.

“A middle school librarian?” Steve echoed, raising his eyebrows. He understood why a librarian—he was wearing a brown oversized knitted sweater with high waisted acid wash skinny jeans, and he had his glasses on. He could admit he was definitely giving off librarian vibes, but a middle school librarian?

“Yes,” Eddie confirmed, not elaborating further.

Steve opened his mouth, about to demand an explanation, before a small voice intereupted him.

“Mr. Steve?” Elodie asked, running up to him with bright brown eyes. Immediately Steve’s mind shifted into ‘teacher’ mode—which was really more ‘babysitter’ or ‘mom’ mode, if he was honest.

“Yes, Miss Elodie?”

“Will you push me on the swings?” she asked sweetly, smiling brightly up at Steve. Honestly, who was Steve to deny such a sweet request?

“Of course. Lead the way,” he said, standing to follow her. He didn’t bother asking Eddie if it was alright, figuring that he’d be spending a lot of time with his pup, so he’d be spending a lot of time doing things like this. It didn’t stop him from being anxious about Eddie’s gaze tracking them as he pushed Elodie on the swings, and eventually into some game or another that she invented as she went.

Every once in a while, their gazes would meet, and Steve would blush as he looked away.

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Will You Go On A Date With Me?

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry spend time together and their feelings start to grow. Warning: swearing Since YN's brother Louis auditioned on The X Factor and was put into a band with four other boys, she didn’t get to see him much which she found incredibly hard considering how close they are. They called and text a lot but it just wasn’t the same, so when Louis invited YN to go to Leeds Festival with him and Harry she was absolutely thrilled. Although YN had met Harry a couple of times before, she hadn’t got the chance to chat with him properly, so she was excited to be able to get to know her brother's bandmate. On the day of the festival, YN had agreed to meet Louis and his friends inside the field as she was travelling from their hometown whilst the two boys were going to arrive a bit later due to band rehearsals. Once YN had arrived at the field, she spotted some of her brother's friends that she knew including Oli and Danny. YN was chatting to Oli when she felt a pair of hands cover both her eyes and her brother's voice saying, “Guess who”. She immediately turned around and jumped into his embrace. “Oh I’ve missed you so much” YN expressed whilst she wrapped her arms around his neck with a tight squeeze. “I’ve missed you too, Kiddo” Louis said as he held her in his arms. Letting her go, he introduced Harry to his friends “Hey guys…this is Harry…Harry these are me mates...and you remember YN” “Hey” Harry spoke, whilst Louis’s friends replied with a nod of their heads or “Alright mate”. After having a catch-up with her brother about what he and the band had been up to and how he’s going to try and visit their family back in Doncaster soon, the group decided to move closer to one of the stages where the acts were performing. As the group walked towards where a band YN hadn’t heard of was performing, Louis was walking a little ahead talking to Danny and Stan, whilst YN kept Harry company at the back. “So..how’s living with my brother?” YN tried to make conversation with the curly-haired boy. “Uh..yeah it’s good…to be fair we’ve been so busy lately that we haven’t spent too much time in the flat” Harry explained whilst glancing down at YN. “I miss him..but I don’t miss his mess and dirty clothes hangin’ around everywhere” YN joked and Harry chuckled. “He really misses you..you know” Harry replied, whilst giving his head a shake to move his curls “You should come..maybe come up and visit us one day…we could show you around London or something” YN gave Harry a grateful smile “I’d really like that thank you…I miss just hangin’ out with him..we’d do almost everythin’ together”

“He’s told me some stories…you sound like a mischievous pair”

“You’ll just have to wait and see” YN stated with a cheeky smirk. YN was standing in line waiting to get a bottle of water with Harry and some of Louis's friends. Music from different artists was blasting through the open field and YN began to dance around, waving her hands in the air and singing along loudly to the music playing. Harry couldn’t help but admire her, he’d never got the chance to talk to her properly, only getting to know her through things Louis would tell him when they would talk amongst the band. Looking at YN, Harry could see the resemblance between her and Louis, they had the same shape nose and their eyes would crinkle when they both smiled. He’d never admit it, how could he, she's his bandmate's sister but he couldn’t help but think how pretty she is. Before he had the chance to advert his eyes elsewhere, YN caught him staring. “Whot?” YN asked whilst still jumping around, enjoying the music playing in the background. Sassy and full of attitude, just like her brother Harry thought to himself. Quickly thinking “I-I..was just thinking about how similar you and Louis are…like you're so carefree and..I don’t know..you just don’t care what people think about you..you just enjoy yourself” “What’s the point in worrying about what other people think?” YN asked. “It’s just..everyone seems to have an opinion about you.. don't they?” “And it’s just that…an opinion” YN quickly replied, she was now at the front of the queue so quickly ordered a few bottles of water as Harry stood behind thinking about the words she just spoke. --- It had been a few weeks since the festival and although YN spoke to Louis nearly every day, either on the phone or by messaging, she still missed him. Spending the weekend with him at the festival reminded her of the times when he was just her brother, and she didn’t have to share him with the rest of the world. But he had invited YN to visit him at his flat for the weekend because he wanted her to meet his new girlfriend, Eleanor and it was Niall’s birthday and he was having a party to celebrate and of course, YN said yes. It was the night before she was travelling up to London on the train to stay with Louis at his flat that he shared with Harry. YN was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island that was standing in the middle of the open plan kitchen and dining room, chatting to her sister Lottie and Mum whilst she cooked dinner. “So are you lookin’ forward to goin’ down to London tomorrow?” Jay asked whilst she stirred the pasta in the saucepan in front of her. “Yeah..I can’t wait..I’m so excited”

“I’m so jealous” Lottie said with a sad pout “Can I go to?” “When you’re a bit older” their Mum answered her. “That’s not fair” Lottie said and stomped out of the room. YN and their Mum looked at each other and YN rolled your eyes at her sister's dramatic behaviour. “So fookin’ dramatic” YN said. “YN! Language” her Mum scolded with a frown. With that, YN's phone buzzed in front of her with a Twitter notification. At first, she ignored it thinking it was probably another fan mentioning her in a tweet or trying to message her, but as she took another glance she saw the username @Harry_Styles, he had sent her a DM. @Harry_Styles Hey! Louis said that you are coming to visit this weekend and you’re coming to Niall’s birthday. It’ll be nice to see you again, maybe we could do that tour of London like we talked about :) She stared at the message for a while, unsure about how to reply. Did Louis ask him to message her, she wondered. After a few minutes of thinking about how to reply, she began to type a message back. @YNTomlinson Hi Harry. Yeah I’m travelling down tomorrow, I arrive around 5pm. I’d really like that but only if you’re not too busy x After pressing the send button, she realised she had put an ‘x’ at the end out of habit. Her eyes widened and she could feel her heart beat faster. But before she could overthink anymore, another message appeared.

@Harry_Styles We’ve got the weekend off so I’ll look forward to being your tour guide for the day. We’re gonna be the youngest at the party and the only ones not allowed to drink. So we’ll be the sober ones haha! X

He sent an ‘x’ back, maybe he didn’t find it weird as she had thought. Not wanting to keep him waiting she typed out a quick reply. @YNTomlinson I can’t wait! Waters on me x @HarryStyles Water? Aw I thought we could be a bit more adventurous and maybe have a lemonade x

She couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at his sarcasm. For a moment she had forgotten that her Mum was still in the room cooking. “Who’s got you giggling?” Lifting her head and looking at her Mum she panicked and said “Aww..I-I..It’s just Mia..she sent me a funny photo that’s all” she smiled as her fingers tapped against the screen. Her Mum eyed her suspiciously not quite believing her but decided not to say anything. @YNTomlinson Adventurous is my middle name x

--- YN had arrived at Louis and Harry’s shared flat, last night, around five o'clock after taking a two-hour train journey to get there. When she arrived Louis, Eleanor and Harry were all hanging out in the lounge area of the flat. Louis introduced her to his new girlfriend and Harry welcomed YN with a warm hug. “How was the train ride Kiddo?” Louis asked as he sat back down and placed his hand on Eleanor's thigh. Harry had gone to the kitchen to get everyone a drink and YN sat cross-legged on the chair close to the window. “Yeah it was alright…a bit boring on me own..but I just put me earphones in” “Well we’re gonna try and come down soon…I want Mum and the girls to meet El” Louis turned to smile at the girl next to him. “Please do..Lottie stomped out the room last night ‘cause Mum said she couldn’t come wiv me” YN explained “’onestly it was so fookin’ dramatic…so yeah please come down” which made Eleanor giggle. “I wonder who she’s followin’ ey” Louis stared at YN with raised eyebrows. “I wasn’t tha’ bad Lou” YN wined. “You fookin’ were…nobody could even look at ya without you bitin’ their fookin’ head off” YN rolled her eyes at her brother before he continued “I feel sorry for whoever decides to date you” he laughed as YN rolled her eyes again. With that Harry walked back into the room with drinks for each of them, he handed YN hers and she thanked him. He sat on the black sofa opposite and watched as YN took a sip..lemondade she thought. As she looked up, Harry gave her a wink which made her stomach flutter. The night passed as they spent it eating pizza, telling stories, and watching a movie. YN even got to know Eleanor a little bit more and learnt that she was an only child, so she was really looking forward to meeting the rest of the Tomlinson family. YN and Eleanor both chatted about what they were going to wear to Niall’s party, Eleanor explaining she still wasn’t sure and brought a few outfits to choose from as she was staying the night. She asked if YN wanted to get ready together and said she would even help to curl her hair and do her makeup.

That’s where they are now, both sitting on the bed in the guest room which is YN's for the weekend. Eleanor had curled her hair in loose curls as they chatted about make-up, and fashion and even planned to go on a shopping trip together soon. YN had decided on wearing a plain simple black dress with some ankle strap sandals. Whilst looking in the mirror YN couldn’t help but look at her stomach and legs and began to compare herrself to Eleanor whose tummy was flat in her dress and her legs just looked flawless. In the bathroom next door, Harry was dressed in a smart black shirt, paired with some black skinny jeans and brown Chelsea boots, he was brushing his teeth and he didn’t mean to listen but the door was slightly ajar and he could hear them both chatting away. He could hear YN quietly ask Eleanor “Uhh..El..can I ask you something?” “Yeah of course” “Do..do I look okay in this..it’s just I can’t help…but..but..I dunno..think maybe me stomach and legs are too big for it” Harry heard YN stutter. At her words, Harry couldn’t help but frown, he actually felt upset that YN thought about herself that way.  “YN..you’ve got to be joking babe..you look absolutely beautiful and your figure is just..well perfect” Harry smiled at Eleanor’s compliment and couldn’t help but agree. “Uhh..thanks El..I just..sometimes I get in me own head…ya know” “We all do babe..but I meant what I said” Harry had decided he had eavesdropped enough and moved into the lounge area to wait for them both with Louis as they needed to leave in the next ten minutes. As he was chatting with Louis about the football scores, YN and Eleanor walked into the lounge giggling together about something. Harry gulped when he was YN, wearing a fitted black dress that hugged her figure perfectly and her loose curls framing her face and lips painted a dark red. Louis interrupted his thoughts “Oi oi! Look at you pretty gals” and pecked Eleanor’s forehead.   YN walked behind the couple heading towards Harry’s car when she heard Harry’s voice next to her “I like your hair..it really suits you” which caused a blush to creep up onto her cheeks. Harry noticed the slight colour on YN's cheeks as she thanked him with a shy smile. He always thought she was confident and especially after their conversation at the festival about not worrying about what others think. But looking at her shy smile and thinking about the conversation with Eleanor, he concluded that maybe she hid her insecurities well behind a loud and sassy personality. ---

They had arrived at Niall’s party which was at the Sanderson Hotel and found Niall surrounded by a group of unfamiliar people, that Louis and Harry seemed to know. “YN!” Niall shouted as he noticed her standing between her brother and Harry. He had pulled YN into a tight squeeze. “Thanks for comin’ love” “’appy Birthday Niall” her Doncaster accent was heard “’ere’s your card..there’s a little something inside..I didn’t know what you liked so..” The Irishman interrupted her “Aww darlin’ you didn’t need to get me anything..thanks love”. He pulled her into another embrace and left a platonic peck on top of her head. Harry felt a little confused when he felt jealous of Niall being able to act so casually towards YN. When Harry welcomed her yesterday when she arrived, with a hug, he couldn’t help but think afterwards if it was awkward or if he had sprayed too much aftershave, but here the other boys were hugging her like they’d known her for ages. Why was he overthinking everything towards her, he wondered to himself. As the night went on, Harry found himself tucked in the corner chatting with James, as James was telling him a story about his recent holiday, Harry’s eyes couldn’t help but find YN in the crowd. She was dancing along to ‘I Gotta Feeling’ with Louis and Niall and his eyes landed on her hips swaying along to the beat. “Oooo…has our Harry got a little crush” James teased, making Harry look back at him. “Piss off Corden…she’s Louis's sister” “Didn’t deny it” James continued teasing and laughing at the young lad's glare. ”Ooo she’s coming over…I’ll leave you to it” and before Harry could say anything, James had disappeared into the crowd. “Alright…where’s the lemonade you promised then?” YN asked with a giggle. “They ran out…their most popular drink apparently” Harry teased. “Aww yeah, I can fookin’ imagine..must be flying off the shelf” Harry couldn’t help but noticed how similar YN and Louis were with your quick comebacks and witty humour.

The party had decided to move on to Movida and do a pub crawl to celebrate Niall’s 18th Birthday. Being the youngest member of the band and still being seventeen, Harry decided he was going to go home early. Louis had suggested YN go back to the flat with Harry as she wouldn’t be able to get into the pubs and clubs as she wasn't old enough. So YN found yourself back at the flat, and she explained that she was going to change into something comfy. After changing into some comfy pyjamas and washing her make-up off, she walked back to the lounge area where she found Harry sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone. As YN entered, Harry lifted his head “Hey, I was going to watch a movie..and chill if you want to join” “Yeah..I’d love to” but Harry sensed she wanted to say more. “You alright?” he asked as YN awkwardly stood in the doorway. “Uhh..yeah..um..I was just wondering if..um I could make a cup of tea please?” She stuttered out, almost sounding embarrassed. “Only if I can have one too” Harry replied with a cheeky smile. “milk and two sugars please”. YN only smiled and went to the boys' kitchen and got two mugs out of the cupboard and switched the kettle on to boil. She carried the two mugs of tea back into the room where Harry was scrolling through the movie options on the screen in front of him. She passed him his mug and he muttered a thank you as he took a sip. “Must be a Tomlinson thing..you can all make a good cup of tea” Harry joked, making YN chuckle. “Yeah..we’re a bit obsessed with tea...can’t beat a good cup of Yorkshire tea” YN said with a smile. For some reason, she carried on talking about her love for tea and then let her secret out that only her family knew about “…yeah I can’t sleep if I don’t have a cup of tea before bed” instantly regretting it because he’s probably going to think she's a bit strange now. “I’ll remember that…maybe I should start drinking some before I sleep..see if it works” he thought out loud.

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As promised, Harry took her on a little tour of London the next day before she was heading back to Doncaster. If YN was honest, she didn’t want your time in London to end, she has really enjoyed herself. Harry was already showered and dressed when YN walked into the kitchen on Sunday morning. He was pouring some milk into a mug and using a spoon to stir it. “Morning” he greeted. “Morning Harry” YN smiled. “I’ve made you a cup of tea…I’m sorry if it's not as nice as yours” he joked. YN laughed at his joked and took the mug from his grip “Thanks Harry…maybe I can teach you the Tomlinson way one day” “Letting me in on the family secrets” he said before taking a sip from the white mug in his hand “I was thinking maybe we could walk to Hampstead Heath..it is about an hour's walk but we could stop on the way for some breakfast” Harry suggested. “I did ask Lou if he wanted to join us but I don’t think he even lifted his head from the pillow..looks like they had an eventful night". “Yeah..sounds good” YN smiled as she took a sip from her mug “I’m goin’ to go and have a shower and get dressed". YN and Harry had stopped for a takeaway coffee and a breakfast toastie in a little cafe that was near the boys flat. Harry insisted he paid despite YN's effort of trying to swipe her card before he could. They were walking along the busy road of London, heading towards the park. “So..tell me all about YN Tomlinson” Harry began as they walked side by side holding their cups in your hands, taking a sip as they walked. “I’m sure you’ve heard enough from Lou” “Well..yeah he told me some things..but I want to know YN and not..I don’t know...what Louis wants me to know” he explained and took a glance down at her presence next to him. YN thought before speaking “Uhh..what do you want to know?..I think I’m pretty borin’” YNlaughed. “Boring is not how I’d describe you…you’re full of life and energy and you..you seem to just live for the moment” “Well yeah..you only live once so..you know…may as well live while we’re young ey” “See…you're good at giving life advice” Harry observed “Louis told me you’re studying at the moment..Business wasn’t it?” “Yeah..I fookin’ hate it” YN said with a frown “I didn’t know what to study so I just pciked that…I really like being creative and I wanted to do something with like hair or beauty or..I dunno something where I can show my ideas..you know” “It’s never too late to start…take your own advice…no point spending your time in a job or whatever that you don’t like” Harry spoke. “Hmm..true” YN agreed “I just haven’t got the experience you know and nobody wants to take you on or..like help when you don’t know what you're doin’” “Why don’t you speak to Louise?” Harry suggested “She’s going to be coming on tour with us..maybe she could help or something” “Yeah” YN thought “I could, couldn’t I” “Never know..maybe you’ll end up on the road with us now” Harry teased and bumped her shoulder with his.

YN didn’t realise how the time went so quickly, YN and Harry spoke all the way to the park about families, childhoods, friends, the band…everything and everything. Once they got back to the flat, Louis was laying across the sofa. “Hey..you two enjoy?” he asked. “Yeah…it was nice to just walk around” YN said “I’m gonna have to leave soon…me train leaves at three” YN said as she checked the time on her phone. Before YN left, Louis wrapped his arms around her “Let me know when you’re ‘ome safe alright…and look after Mum and the girls for me” “I will..thanks for letting me come down and stay wiv you” YN said “Thanks for showing me around too Harry…breakfasts on me next time though”. Harry couldn’t help but smile at the words ‘next time’, he had really enjoyed just getting to know her today and he was excited at the thought of doing it again. ---

Once YN got home that evening and spent some time with her Mum and younger sisters, filing them in on what she got up to on the weekend and all about Eleanor and how they're going to come and visit them soon, YN was laying in her bed, covered with pink covers, and of course a cup of tea in her hand. As she was taking a sip from her mug, her fingers started typing out a message to her new contact. Harry had given YN his number to send Louise’s number to her. YN Hey Harry! Just wanted to say thank you again for this weekend. I really enjoyed myself xx After sending the message YN began scrolling through Instagram and liking some of her friend's posts that they put up over the weekend. Harry Hey, glad you got home safe. I had a great time too! I took your advice and I’m having a cup of tea before bed x YN You’re in for a good night's sleep xx Harry Sweet dreams YN x

--- After Harry’s last message, YN didn’t think she would speak to him much after that. How wrong was she? They text every moment of the day they could, she found yourself checking her phone every few minutes to see if the curly-haired boy had replied, feeling instantly disappointed when she didn’t see his name on her screen. Little did YN know, Harry was doing the exact same thing, checking his phone every moment to see if she had replied to the funny video he had sent her or listened to the song he suggested she listen to. Louis had teased him about who he was constantly texting and who was making him smile like a giggly schoolgirl every time his phoned buzzed. Each time he replied “It’s just a friend”, because how could he tell his bandmate..and best friend that he was falling for his sister. Harry was back at his Mum’s house visiting before the Up All Night tour began in late December. He was sat at the dining table whilst his Mum cooked him and Robin some breakfast. Since coming home the night before, Anne noticed her son’s attachment to his phone, if he wasn’t typing on the screen he was checking it before putting it back in his pocket. She was about to ask who was making him smile like that but Harry interrupted her thoughts. “Uhh..can I ask you both something?” “Of course my love” Anne replied, whilst Robin said “Anything son” Harry paused and thought before trying to get his words out “I-I..What do you do when you..you really like someone..but shouldn’t” “It depends on why you shouldn’t” Robin replied “Like..you just shouldn’t think of them that way..because well you're going to upset people” “Darlin’ If you like someone..and I mean really like someone then…something you have to be selfish and if you and the person like each other..and you know want to give it a go then..go for it because you have one life, so don’t let other people stop you from doing anything you feel is right” Anne advised.

“Your Mums right, Harry” Robin spoke as Harry sat and listened to his Mum’s advice, thinking how YN had given him similar advice a few weeks ago. Before Harry could change his mind or overthink he began to type out a message. YN was sitting at the dining table, eating a piece of toast with her sisters when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Harry I’m really scared to ask you this because Louis will probably kill me, but will you go on a date with me? X

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Impossible (prologue)

A/n: idk. Just an explanation for a in progress chapter one (no I haven’t started chapter one, idk when it’ll be out, I have my last year of hs (wish me luck). I do have a life ya know).

Mutuals you are my inspiration! (Not gonna tag you cuz idk if you want to be)

masterlist one two three

pairing: azriel x reader, Eris x reader, Azriel x Eris

word count: 980 + 1

⚠️: nah

Azriel’s POV

Azriel stormed through the doors to the forest house as his rage took over. You was here, you had to be. Elain had left without a word and that’s when he realized he’d made a very big mistake. He’d been entranced by Elain, following whatever she said without question.

Azriel can’t you see? The mother made a mistake. We are meant to be, look at this, look at me. However we can’t be us with y/n still out there, poisoning your brain. You have to reject the bond. For us. Three brothers, three sisters right?

And he’d listened he’d rejected the bond as if the mate the Mother had given him was nothing compared to Elain. He’d tried to reject you in a nice manner but when you’d asked why, he’d given up and became rude and angry. So you had left, the remaining bit of the bond shut off and tucked deep inside both of you. But Azriel could still feel your heart break. Still feel the pain and hurt and betrayal.

And he hadn’t cared.

He reached inside himself now, searching for that bond, pulling it to the surface and tugging. Only to be met with a hard wall of fire. Pure light had always been your shield before but now. Fire? As if you were hurt and raging and broken but also beautiful and healing.

Elain had left, hardly a week after he’d rejected you. She’d disappeared to the band of exiles and hadn’t said a word. Not to Azriel, not even to Feyre or Nesta. But Lucien had visited later and said Elain had just shown up at his doorstep in tears, going on about how Azriel had broken her heart. Azriel had told him his side of the story and the two males had worked it out. Now he presumed, Lucien was trying to understand Elain.

After that they’d all spent a while searching for you. Now Azriel knew you were with Eris and damn him if that didn’t hurt him to his very core. Was he truly so bad that you’d gone to Eris for help?

As he let autumn court soldiers surround him in the greeting foyer, he pushed down his raging feelings and calmed down enough to speak to the captain. “Will you get the high lord for me?”

The captain eyed him for a moment before turning to head up the stairs all while muttering, "we might be allies with the night court but wasn't there a rule about notifying 3 hours before visits?”

Azriel grimaced, he'd forgotten about that but it was too late now. He watched the soldiers move back in place before glancing out the window. The moon was just now starting its descent shining on the misty forests of red, orange and brown.

Soon he heard two pairs of footsteps and the captains voice reached him, "-ed in. Not sure what he wants but he asked to see you and I figured it must be important so I got you."

Eris and the captain appeared at the top of the stairs as Eris dismissed him. The captain bowed, "High Lord", before scuttling away.

Eris groaned his voice raspy from sleep, his hair tousled from being woken up. "To what do I owe this lovely visit at the crack of dawn?"

Azriel grimaced, he hadn’t even looked at the time before coming here and waking Eris up. “My apologies High Lord,” he bit out, bowing his head slightly.

Eris raised his brows, “trying to get on my good side so I’ll let you see y/n? It won’t work shadowsinger, it’s all her choice.”

Azriel didn’t bother looking pleasant, “go ask her then.” At Eris’ frown and obvious hesitation he added, “please, I’m begging you, please.”

“I don’t see you begging.” But despite his words Eris sighed, running a hand through his hair, making it all the more messier. “I’ll do it for her, not you. The two of you need to work it out before she can move on. But if you hurt her shadowsinger….” His face turned cold as steel and he glared to emphasize his point.

Azriel bowed his head in understanding, “Thank you, Eris.” And he meant it, he truly did.

And as Azriel watched Eris walk away, he thought maybe, just maybe, he might be a good male.

*****

Eris’ POV

As Eris opened the door to his bed chambers he thought of how broken the spymaster had seemed. And he felt a sense of sadness and sympathy for the bastard which didn’t bode well with Eris. He never sympathized so why now for you and Azriel?

He strode to the bed and shook you awake, you glared at him through your lashes and through a weak right hook at his head. Eris let it hit before pulling you to her feet. “He’s here, he wants to talk and he looks truly sorry.”

This woke you up fast and you cursed, striding into the closet and changing. The past week you’d started to open up to Eris and talk about what happened, you’ come to his room and each night he would hold you and comfort you when you woke up crying. He was your rock, your friend in this cruel world.

Only he wanted more.

He wouldn’t pressure you in any way to do anything you didn’t want to but this talk with the spymaster had to happen sooner or later. He still wasnt sure why you’d come to him after the bond had been rejected. You’d met a few times at meetings and had been on good terms despite the trouble with Morrigan but otherwise you weren’t good enough friends for you to show up here after Azriel’s rejection. Not that he was complaining, he’d felt drawn to her the moment they’d met, like how mates were drawn together. But that wasn’t possible right? For one to have two mates, but it’d certainly explain why you’d come to him and why Eris had felt sympathy to both spymaster and female.

It isint possible he chided himself as you stepped out fully dressed in your Illyrian leathers. The phrase repeated in his head. Not possible. Impossible (improbable for Nikolai fans) Not possible, no way, not two mates.

but what if it was?

*****

Part 1

thanks for sticking with me through this horrible prologue. You’re all amazing and supportive but I hope you will understand that I’m stressed with college and everything (I’m in my last year of hs).

y’all have a week left until requests close.

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Fallingforyou - Matty Healy Chapter Two

Chapter two is finally here!!! Thank you all for the support on chapter one, none of the comments made me cry which means I’m clearly doing something right. I’ve tried something a bit different with this one so you finally get some insight into what the hell Matty is doing.

Tags: Angst, slight mentions of smut, swearing

Word Count: 4985

Minors do not interact!!!

Your POV

The UK/Europe leg of the tour was over in a flash, doing a full lap of Europe before you end back where you started, Wembley Stadium. Now, you have three months to relax until you kick off the North American portion of your tour in Arlington, Texas. However, there’s one thing the Lost Atlantis girls don’t know how to do and that’s take a break. Somehow, despite all of your success, you end up in a dingy Premier Inn just North of central London on a random Sunday in the beginning of July.

“If I knew you’d get free tickets to 1975 gigs, I would’ve slid into Ross’s DMs for you years ago.” You say, slicking your hair back into a low ponytail in the dim lighting of the bathroom.

“This is why I was hesitant to tell you, because now you’ve got us dressing up like we’re spy’s.” Maddie says, chuckling as she sticks a skinny black tie around her neck.

“I thought considering you’re shagging a member of the band you’d understand this but I’ll gladly explain it to you again. This is a formal situation, and there’s a dress code. It’s essentially a Matty Healy cosplay competition disguised as a concert.” You reply, exiting the bathroom and doing a spin to show Maddie your entire get up.

“I understand the whole dress code thing, what I don’t understand is why you want to follow it. All you’ve been doing for the last two months is performing and slowly falling into a downwards spiral over Matty hating you. The last thing you want to do is look like him.”

“Maddison, when will you learn? Yes, I am constantly having a mental breakdown over the fact he hates me but my power as a fan girl trumps that any day of the week. I tried getting tickets for this gig and I couldn’t, so now that God has dropped free tickets into my lap I’m going to seize this opportunity.” You respond, sitting down on the rock solid mattress probably worth about a tenner.

“That was an excellent speech, there’s a reason we make you do all the talking.” You both fall into a comfortable silence, doom scrolling until the rest of the girls are ready.

Truth be told, you were putting on a front, acting all excited to see the boys again. And you are, both because you missed them and because you’ve spent the last four years waiting to see The 1975 at Finsbury Park. Despite this, there’s still a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. The thought of seeing Matty again and once again being rejected leaves a lump the size of a golf ball in your throat. Maddie was right, you haven’t been able to enjoy the last two months of tour. Despite traveling Europe with your best mates, performing at some of the biggest stadiums in the world, you’ve only got one thing on your mind at all times. Matty.

How he brushed you off when you first met, the snarky comments made in your direction, the infuriating nickname meant to be a jab as your band name. Despite this, the thing on the forefront of your mind is the hug. You know it was a group hug that he was forced into, and knowing how he acts towards you he would have rather been standing next to anyone else. However, all you’ve been thinking about since you last saw him was the fact the area his fingers touched has been noticeably colder since he pulled away.

You’re quickly pulled out of your shame spiral by what could best be described as an assault on your hotel room door. That means one of two things, either a mob of angry fans have found where you’re staying or the girls are finally finished getting ready. Luckily for you, it’s the second one. You have about 30 minutes until you need to leave so conversation fills the room, with the dulcet sounds of Being Funny in a Foreign Language playing in the background to hype you all up. Final touches are made to hair and makeup and next thing you know, you’re all barrelling out to the streets of London.

Despite not growing up here, London feels like a second home to you. Even though you’ve been on tour most of the time, you’ve lived here since you were eighteen so navigating the streets comes with ease to you. It’s also the one place where no one cares who you are. Everyone’s so focused on themselves, they don’t pay attention to the fact that one of the biggest bands in the world is just casually walking around next to them. It’s an introvert's dream.

You eventually get to the entrance of Finsbury Park, blending in with the thousands of fans wearing the exact same thing as you. You knew these outfits would be a good idea. Bypassing the general admissions entrance, you and the girls walk over to the VIP entrance. Introducing yourselves to the security, you’re quickly escorted through the park towards the side of the main stage.

Before you even see anyone, you hear them. The rowdy conversations echoing in the corridors, long before you even get close to reaching their dressing rooms. You hear him, his laugh as George says something out of pocket. That stupid laugh that you know you’ll never get to hear unless you’re outside the room.

“Hey boys!” Ava says, entering the dressing room and making your presence known. The room erupts with cheers at your arrival. Matty seems happy, until he makes eye contact with you and his smile drops. This is going to be a long day.

When he sees you, George immediately wraps you up in a hug that makes you actively try to keep both your feet on the floor. It’s the kind of hug that makes you forget all of life’s problems. It’s the kind of hug that makes you forget that the man you’ve dreamt about since you were sixteen is currently sitting in the corner giving you a look that could burn through your scalp.

“Todays gonna be a good day, pretty girl! We’re performing at fucking Finsbury Park! I know that’s not a big deal to miss ‘I casually play Wembley Stadium’ but it’s a big deal to us.” He says, slowly putting you down. You chuckle at his slight dig at you, knowing full well he means no harm.

“Oh George, I love how you’re always here to remind me how much more successful than you I am.” You laugh, playing into the egotistical role he’s forced you into, “but seriously, this is gonna be one hell of a gig. I had tickets back for the 2020 show, but that damn covid ruined all my dreams.”

“I always forget you’re a fan. Like, it’s so weird to imagine you just casually listening to our music before you win a Grammy.” He says, sitting down on the edge of a chair and pouring a glass of water.

“I don’t listen to music before a gig, it stresses me out too much. But you know what I make sure I do before every show? Cleanse the space.” You say, pulling out a stick of incense from your bag. George gives you an apprehensive look, clearly not buying into the hippie shit you know and love. “Come on, it can’t hurt. It’s won us 2 Grammys for album of the year. You can argue with that logic.”

“Fine, but if Matty shits himself on stage it’s on you and your incense.” He laughs, holding out his lighter. You go around the room, getting some weird stares from some and knowing stares off the girls.

“Hey, don’t knock it. She forgot to do it before a show once and the sound system stopped working halfway through and a rogue pyro burnt me and I ended up in A&E at 3am. That shit works!” Moon yelled, somehow making herself louder than the countless conversations that we’re going on at the time.

Then you got to Matty, who’s been side eyeing you the entire time you’ve been walking around the room. You make sure to linger in his area for longer than the rest, aggressively cleansing him of any negative energy.

“This is the biggest gig of your life and yet I’m getting a lot of negative energy from you. Might wanna fix that before the show.” You say, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He scoffs, you instinctively roll your eyes as the horrendous nickname before walking off towards the rest of the group.

Luckily, you could ignore the side eyes and the snarky comments by supporting all your friends. The highlight of your day being The Bleachers. You’ve known Jack and the rest of the band for years, almost as long as you’ve been in the industry, so seeing fifty thousand people yell the lyrics to their songs makes your heart swell with pride. However, nothing will beat hearing the entire crowd chant the name of Mattys mum. Knowing the entire audience is secretly there for Denise, makes you and the rest of the girls burst out with laughter.

Before the boys go on stage, you meet them all at the side. Giving each of them a hug and your best wishes for the show. You can’t hide it, your inner fan girl starts coming out at this point. You go up to Matty, trying to create some element of peace.

“Do me a favour and play Love Me?” You say, a glint of a smile on your face. He doesn’t return the favour.

“In your dreams, Princess.” He responds, before walking off to do some final preparations before heading on stage.

However, you could forget all about this when you hear the first few notes of The 1975 from Being Funny in a Foreign Language. All of a sudden, you’re no longer the lead singer of a world famous band. You’re just a girl, standing in London, watching her favourite band perform her favourite songs. All your problems wash away, and you get absorbed by the charismatic nature of Matty.

Every so often, you’d catch the eye of one of the people on stage. Throwing up a heart to Polly, blowing a kiss to George, and giving Hann an enthusiastic thumbs up. That’s until you meet eyes with Matty. Not sure what to do, you stand there staring at him. A mischievous grin falls upon his face, a smirk that’s going to haunt your dreams. And also, the first bit of actual emotion he’s shown you. You’re unsure what to think of this, until the end of Happiness comes around.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” He says into his mic, despite putting on an act his charisma is palpable. No wonder you fell for the act. “Welcome to The 1975 At Their Very Best! Now normally, we don’t take requests this early on. Especially not from blonde bimbos who think crystals do shit. However this songs a banger and you all deserve it!”

You know what’s coming next, however it’s still whiplash hearing the opening notes to Love Me. You’re not sure how to feel. On one hand, they’re playing one of your favourite songs. On the other hand, the man who you’ve considered to be your musical inspiration just called you a blonde bimbo on stage. Clearly, you’re not hiding your disappointment as well as you thought you were as you feel Maddies arms snake around your waist.

“You good?” She whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m great.”

The rest of the show goes off without a hitch. If you ignore the comment Matty made early on in the show, you’d go as far as to say it’s the best gig you’ve ever been to. Tim Healy singing All You Need To Hear, About You with Carly at golden hour, Be My Mistake. It’s a show teenage you would’ve dreamt of seeing.

You head backstage after the show, the energy from everyone is radiant and even Matty can’t keep up his stoic demeanor. Annoyingly, his smile lights up the room and you find yourself feeling things you haven’t felt since you were in your peak tumblr days. These feelings quickly get diminished when you realise that everytime he looks at you, the light behind his eyes dwindles.

All of your fears are washed away when you hear the familiar voice of Charli. You first met six years ago, when she opened for your band on the UK/Europe leg of your second world tour. You’ve stayed close friends since, however both of your busy schedules have kept you apart. You spot her, realising she’s mid conversation with Matty and George. Deciding to talk to her later, you turn to look for one of your bandmates however fate has other plans.

“Holy shit, come over here you sexy, blonde bitch!” She yells, dragging you over to join the conversation. She pulls you into a hug that rivals George’s from earlier in the day.

“Damn, I forgot you two know each other. Don’t know how, Charli constantly reminds me that she’d leave me for you in a heartbeat.” George laughs, handing you another drink.

“I have that effect, the girlies love me.” You reply, taking the drink off George and winking at Charli. Matty scoffs.

“Yeah, whatever you say.” Matty responds, taking a sip of his drink to muffle what he was saying. It doesn’t work, silence falls over the group. The silence is palpable, until someone decides to play Boom Clap over the speakers and the group erupts into laughter.

You can’t help but feel guilty for bringing the mood down backstage. You know it’s him who started this, but you play into it. When Ava comes over to you to inform you that everyone’s going to a local bar, you decide to opt out of it. Using the excuse that you’re tired after a long day and you just want to go back to the hotel to sleep. Once you get back, the silence envelops you. You realise it’s the first time you’ve heard nothing all day. Before you knew it, tears started rolling down your face. Over analysing the day's events didn’t help. Every comment, every look, everything he’s done towards you crosses your mind, and the more you think about it the more tears stream down your face.

You did not expect sobbing in a Premier Inn to be how you end your day.

Mattys POV

The 1975 at Finsbury Park has been a long time coming, getting canceled due to Covid when it was first announced. He’s waited for years for this moment, and it’s finally arrived. He’s sat in the dressing room with the rest of the band, conversations about who knows what are flowing. The adrenaline in the room makes everyone unusually talkative.

“I’m just saying, would we be as successful if we were worms?” George said, with the most deadpan look on his face. The room erupts into laughter, joy that is only boosted when five unexpected guests walk into the room.

“Hey boys!” The drummer of Lost Atlantis, Ava Fletcher, yells over the roaring conversation. It’s all fun and games until he spots her. They’re all dressed in their best 1975 concert attire, dressed in different variations of his suit getup. It’s her outfit that catches his eye first though. Opting for a short sleeved shirt and a mini skirt that perfectly frames her body. Her blonde, curly hair pulled up into a low ponytail. She looks annoyingly beautiful.

His face drops instinctively when he sees her, refusing to have any feelings that may give his thoughts away. He recognises the disappointment on her face, and he knows it’s his fault. He can’t help but feel guilty, knowing he’s the reason she never truly has a real smile when she’s around them. Yet he’s not sure why he does it, maybe it’s because he’s been hurt by women like her before, maybe he’s afraid of rejection. Who knows?

He can pinpoint the exact moment these feelings started, he was on a night out with the boys when Ross pulled up a video on his phone. It was a video of a girl, clearly pissed out of her mind, singing the ending of Robbers. Ross informs them it’s the lead singer of Lost Atlantis, who’s apparently been very open about being a fan for years now. However, for some unknown reason he’s never seen her face. Even drunk, she’s beautiful. The way her curls perfectly frame her face, the makeup that’s clearly been smudged by a night of drunken antics, the dress that perfectly frames her figure. She’s everything and more.

Despite acting cold towards her, the secret looks still brings a smile to his face. Watching her interact with his boys as if she’s been a member of their inner circle for years. Watching her perform at Wembley, like she was made for that stage, hiding her fear with bravado and excellent stage presence. He’s never met anyone like her.

After sitting in the corner for what feels like hours, she finally walks over to him holding a stick of incense. He’s never brought into any of that shit, but when she does it it’s weirdly endearing. The fact that she’s so set in her belief system, it just makes her more beautiful.

She stays near to him for longer than she does elsewhere, giving him the opportunity to bask in his presence for a second longer. Her perfume envelops him, luring him further down the rabbit hole. She aggressively incenses the area he’s sitting.

“This is the biggest gig of your life and yet I’m getting a lot of negative energy from you.” She says, her voice acting like a siren luring him in and yet he continues to walk to the other way. “You might wanna fix that before the show.” She continues, almost at a whisper. Without warning, his trousers suddenly become two sizes too small. If she keeps acting like this, it’s going to be a very long day for him.

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He responds, clearing his throat to try and hide any arousal that the previous comment caused. Rolling her eyes in response, he can’t help but let the intrusive thoughts roll over his mind. The thought of him being the reason she’s rolling her eyes, but instead of it being out of frustration it’s when she’s lying naked underneath him. Now his trousers are three sizes too small. He watches as she struts away from him, going back into idle conversation with the rest of the boys.

He tries his hardest to ignore her the rest of the day, which is an impossible feat when she’s so unknowingly beautiful. Watching as she jumps around to The Bleachers, or whooping and cheering George on as he steps on as drummer for The Japanese House. She’s always there, just in the corner of his eyes. He knows he hasn’t had a great life, but this is a cruel act even for God.

Despite this, he manages to pull himself together by the time he needs to get on stage. Standing in the wings, silently hyping himself up, he’s joined by the rest of the band as well as the Lost Atlantis girls. They’re wrapped up in hugs, which he reciprocates for most members of the band. Before he knew it, she was standing in front of him like a sight out of a dream.

“Do me a favour and play Love Me?” She says, a smile on her face, the only smile he’ll get from her for a while. That damn smile.

“In your dreams, Princess.” He responds, knowing full well they were already planning on playing it early on in the set. The thought that maybe he’d get to see her enthusiastic reaction is the only reason he can justify his response.

He stands behind the door at the back of the stage, reveling in the cheers from fifty thousand fans standing in the field before him. The adrenaline is enough to forget everything around him, he’s no longer a love struck boy from Manchester, he’s a performer ready to put on one hell of a show for the fans who have traveled far and wide to see them.

The opening notes of The 1975 blares over the sound system, somehow still quieter than the screaming fans. He looks out, reveling in the moment of fifty thousand fans screaming along the lyrics he wrote. He also notices how she reacts to making eye contact with other members of the band. Throwing a heart up to Polly, blowing a kiss to George, and meeting his stare with a deadpan expression and quickly looking away.

The first three songs are over in a flash, and before he knows it it’s time to speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to The 1975 At Their Very Best! Now normally, we don’t take requests this early on. Especially not from blonde bimbos who think crystals do shit. However this songs a banger and you all deserve it!”

He’s not sure why he says it, it just slips out. This whole hating thing is way too easy to fall into. It doesn’t make seeing the look on her face any easier. The way her smile drops at what she hears is heartbreaking, turning a moment of joy into something she’ll have nightmares about. He knows the bimbo label has tormented her on the internet over the years, but he guesses hearing it on stage come from someone she’s been a fan of for years affects her differently than when it’s coming from an anonymous journalist.

He manages to put this at the back of his mind as the show goes on. And he can’t deny, despite some hiccups the show goes amazingly. Bringing his dad out for All I Need To Hear cemented this show as one for the history books, getting deservedly emotional over how far they’ve come since they were 12 playing in his mum's garage. He occasionally looks to the side of the stage, hoping to catch her eye but it never happens, either catching her eye at the wrong moment or she’s refusing to look at him for the rest of the show.

Once the show’s over, they all head backstage for a post show party. He’s dragged around left, right, and center, forced to take part in some of the most mind numbing and repetitive conversations known to man. That is, until he’s saved by George and Charli. He’d much rather be a third wheel than have corporate conversations with sleazy businessmen trying to profit off his success.

He’s too distracted to take part in the conversation though, his eyes constantly finding the cheery, blonde figure in the room. Her smile emits a light source, drawing everyone towards her including Matty. His feelings are only heightened when Charli calls her over.

“Holy shit, come over here you sexy, blonde bitch!” Charli yells, grabbing her by the forearm and dragging her over to the group and pulling her into a hug. He forgot that they knew each other, making his situation ten times more awkward.

“Damn, I forgot you two know each other. Don’t know how, Charli constantly reminds me that she’d leave me for you in a heartbeat.” George chuckles, handing her a drink that he ,not so sneakily, puts extra alcohol in.

“I have that effect, the girlies love me.” She says, looking at Charli and winking at her. A soft groan escapes his lips that he manages to cover with a cough.

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He responds, taking a sip of his drink to calm him down. An awkward silence falls over the group, no one really sure what to say in response. Luckily, someone starts blaring Boom Clap over the speakers, causing an annoyed groan to come from Charli before she starts loudly exclaiming how the song was a quote unquote “mistake”.

He jumps at the opportunity when Hann asks if he’s coming out with the rest of them to a local bar. However, when they get there he notices one person is missing from the group.

“Hey, um where’s your little friend gone?” He says to the four remaining members of Lost Atlantis.

“She’s gone back to the hotel.” Maddi responds, clearly annoyed. “She claims she’s tired, but I think it has something to do with the fact an egotistical asshole called her a blonde bimbo on stage.” A look of regret floods his eyes, he knew it would affect her but he didn’t think it would be that bad.

“Look, I'm sorry but,” he starts talking but is quickly cut off.

“We don’t care about how sorry you are, Matty. We just wanna know why you did it? You’ve been an ass to her ever since the Wembley show. She’s been nothing but nice to you, and you’ve responded by being a childish dick head.” Ava snaps, giving him a glare that resembles daggers.

“You’re in a band as well, I’m sure you understand why we’re being so protective. But whenever she’s around you, she isn’t herself and we’re not losing her over some petty grudge you hold for god knows what reason.” Moon follows up, not giving Matty enough time to respond.

“Disrespectfully, but we’ve lost all respect for you after the bimbo incident, so fuck off and leave us alone for the rest of the night.” Maddie continues, walking off before he could say anything. He walks over to a booth in the corner of the bar, cradling his drink and thinking how he’s going to grovel at her feet the next time he sees her. This self pity spiral is quickly ruined when Sienna Turner walks over and sits down next to him.

“I know why you’re acting like this.” She says, giving him a sympathetic look. “I get it, I don’t agree with the way you’re doing it, but I get it.” The confusion is obvious on his face, unsure of what the hell she is on about. “You like her, trust me I totally understand. She’s a total smoke show, and I’m not just saying that because she’s my best mate. And I get that you probably have commitment issues, you’re not the first rock star I’ve met, but being a little bitch and calling her a bimbo on stage is not the way to cope with it. You’re just getting a one way ticket into us five shunning you, and that wouldn’t be fun for you because as long as Maddie and Ross are sleeping about you’re stuck with us.” She finishes, leaving the two of them in a comfortable silence.

“I’ve been hurt before.” He starts, unsure of why he’s spilling his secrets to who is essentially a stranger but he continues anyway. “And when I first saw that video of her, drunk and singing along to Robbers, I was smitten. But I never expected to meet her in real life, I mean you girls are stars and we’re just four men in our thirties. So when I did, I panicked. I mean, she’s somehow even more beautiful in real life than she is in that video.” He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink to collect his thoughts. “You know flight or fight? My response was to be a dick, and now I’ve pushed her away and she thinks I’m an asshole which I guess I am after what I said today. It’s probably for the best, your songs are amazing but those breakup songs are brutal. I think I’d have to go into hiding if one was written about me.” He laughs, making eye contact with Sienna for the first time since the conversation started.

“I’m going to give you some advice, and don’t take this as me liking you, I’m doing it for the beautiful woman who we need to be as mentally healthy as possible because she pays my rent. She’s been hurt by men before, and I’ve just sat back and let it happen but I’m not going to do that again. Despite everything that’s gone down in the last couple of months, I want to believe that you are a good person. However you need to prove that and apologise. I know it’s going to be awkward and uncomfortable, but you will do whatever it takes to make her forgive you. I don’t care if you have to get on your knees and beg, next time you see her you will be a groveling little bitch.” She says, with the most serious expression on her face. He knows she isn’t joking, those girls are protective over each other and will fight heaven and earth to make sure each other is safe.

“To being a groveling little bitch.” He says, holding up his drink for a cheers. Sienna clinks her glass with his, giving him a small yet comforting smile.

As harsh as it was, he needed that reality check. And not from someone who was close to him, but from a stranger who doesn’t care about his feelings. Sienna was right, he can’t keep hurting the people around him just because he has been hurt before.

He goes back to his apartment, ready to start planning the best apology ever given. But he doesn’t know where to start, considering he writes songs for a living he can’t seem to find the right words to explain how he’s feeling without exposing all of his feelings. He decides to give up, closing his laptop and falling into his bed. Letting sleep take over him as images of her flashes in his mind.

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

can you do tom kaulitz make up sex pls? thankuu

make up sex | TOM KAULITZ

possessive!tom domxsub dynamic angst+fluff (sorry for the previous mistakes, i corrected them)

“oh my god tom! again?! i’m sick of this!” you yelled at your boyfriend as he was in your bedroom’s bathroom, shirtless and only wearing baggy pants on. he had just come home from band rehearsal, complained that he was tired but still was about to shower so that he could go to a club with his band mates to “celebrate” the new album.

celebrate meant get total shitfaced and coming back home a drunk mess, if he came home. sometimes he stayed at bill’s directly and wouldn’t tell you, making you worry.

“what the fuck am i supposed to do y/n? stay home? i’m young, i wanna have fun!” tom raised his voice and threw his hands in the air as he looked at you. he didn’t think he was doing something wrong, he was just trying to have fun with his friends and nothing more. he didn’t understand why you kept on complaining about this.

“alright tom but you should think about me sometimes too!” you got up from the bed and walked to your closet.

tom left the bathroom and wrinkled his eyebrows, “what are you doing? and what do you mean think about you? i already do that.” you shook your head as you picked an outfit. you didn’t want to stay inside another night. another night spent alone.

“you should think that you have a girl and maybe going out every fucking night and leaving her alone isn’t that cute, right?” you turned around giving him a sarcastic smile before becoming serious again.

“you’re so dramatic, i don’t go out every night. what’s this really about? you’re jealous? you think i’d cheat on you?” he questioned you and grabbed your arm so he could turn you around but you slapped his hand away. you didn’t wanna be touched by him, not after his accuse. gasping at his words, you shook your head, you didn’t believe he would’ve said that.

“you know it’s not about it. i trust you tom, maybe i shouldn’t, but i do. maybe you’re projecting and you’re actually doing it that’s why it’s so easy for you to accuse me of thinking that. i just want to be with my boyfriend for one night! these past two weeks i have seen you i think four times. you always have time for others but not me! i’m not asking for much.” you finally let out all your feelings as tears began to form in your eyes. tom looked at you speechless. he didn’t know you were keeping all of that inside.

“but since you don’t care about me, i’m gonna go out with my friends as well.” you grabbed a short dress and began to walk to the bathroom but tom stopped you, placing himself infront of you.

“you ain’t going no-fucking-where without me.” there it was. the jealousy. and he had the guts to blame you.

“oh! now who’s the jealous one huh? see, you’re so selfish.” you squinted your eyes at him and tried to push him out of the way but it was to no use. he didn’t move one centimetre.

“i don’t give a shit, y/n. you will stay at home and then we will talk about this bullshit.” tom grabbed the dress from your hands and threw it on the floor.

“when? when you’ll come home drunk? or tomorrow morning when you’ll have an headache? also, i do what i want when i want, you don’t rule shit.” you spat out with venom and you were about to pick your dress up but tom pushed you to the wall forcefully, his hands on your hips, holding you tightly.

“oh really?” he tilted his head to the side, as his right hand grabbed your jaw, “i don’t rule shit? you sure about that?” you gulped down because of the way he was looking at you.

you couldn’t really tell what was going on in his mind but it wasn’t something holy. nonetheless you nodded, not wanting to back down so easily. “sure as hell.”

tom licked his lower lip and played with his piercing as he kept staring at you. you were trying so hard not to blush but your cheeks betrayed you, a crimson red painting them.

you looked away, breaking eye contact. this guy was too much for you to handle. he chuckled seeing you look down at the floor.

“that’s right. look down.” he loved seeing you so submissive and shy. he pushed you down by your shoulders, and you got on your knees.

tom began undoing his belt and threw it on the ground before undoing his zip, taking off his pants and remaining in his black boxers.

“now you’ll be a good girl and you’ll suck me off.” he ordered as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

you nodded and waited patiently as he took his member out, already erected and hard. you guessed he liked the power dynamic and the fact that you were so fragile.

you began licking his length up and down before taking him in your mouth. his hand went to your hair and grabbed it harshly as the other one grabbed the bed sheet.

“fuck. you’re doing so good.” he complimented you, something that made your stomach twirl in happiness. you just wanted to be a good girl for him.

tom kept moaning and moaning as your right hand touched his balls, adding pleasure to the one he was already feeling. suddenly he began throat fucking you, too eager to be inside you. tears steamed down your face and you gagged around his length as he went so fast.

soon he came in your mouth and you swallowed it all, making sure he knew by taking your tongue out and showing him.

tom grabbed you by you neck and kissed you harshly, making you stand up before pushing you against the wall for a second time.

his hands went down to your thighs and he raised you, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“good girl. so good for daddy.” he whispered over your neck as he sucked on your delicate skin.

“mmh, please tom. i want you inside of me.” you begged him, tilting your head to the side to give him space to mark you.

“should i fuck you though? you were a bad girl. i don’t think you deserve it.” he teased you, licking from your neck to your ear.

you whined and tugged on his hair, you were a mess, you just wanted to feel him deep inside you.

“please tom, i’ll be good i promise. please, please, please.” you cried out leaving kisses on his jaw.

tom chuckled lightly, he loved playing with you like this. “keep begging for me.”

“i said please! just fuck me tom!” you were now frustrated, you were already begging him so much.

he suddenly stopped kissing your neck and looked at you sternly, “did you forget who’s in charge here?”

you shook your head while biting your lower lip, “n-no. you are.”

“that’s right. so show me why i should fuck you since you’re being so bitchy.” he put you on the floor and walked to the bed again, laying down with his hands behind his head and his legs spread.

you didn’t know what to do. you stood there looking at him, your mouth almost watering at the sight. he looked so dominant and it made you feel like a dumb whore.

“so?” he asked getting impatient.

then something in your mind clicked. you smirked to yourself a little before turning around and beginning to take your shirt off, slowly and seductively, leaving on your red bra. you turned to face him again, seeing him swallowing as your thumbs grabbed the aim of your jeans skirt. you slowly took that off as well showing tom your red see-through panties.

you walked towards him and straddled his lap. he remained still, laying down and observing your every move.

your hips began moving on top of his bulge as you went down to kiss from his stomach to his V-line.

“please daddy…i need you.” you softly said on his skin, never stopping your back and forth movement. only that was making you moan, and tom could feel your wetness even above his boxers.

“or…” you said licking just above his pube.

tom forrowed his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue, “or?”

you locked eyes with him and after a moment you said, “or someone else could do it if you don’t want.”that was it.

that was all it took for him to grab you by your hips and throwing you on the bed, face down, ass up. he spanked you before ripping your panties, making you gasp.

“fucking whore. who can fuck you better than me?” he asked angrily as he entered you with all of strength.

you moaned out loud gripping the bed sheets.

“mh? answer me. who can fuck you better?” he grabbed your hair as he pounded into you.

you shook your head, “n-no one. only you.”

“that’s right. that’s fucking right. no one could touch you like i do…”, he got lower to your ear, “no one could make you feel as good as i do.”

you nodded at his words, knowing it was right. no one before tom made you cum. he was just the best you could ever had. your bodies were connected. you guys just clicked.

“i-i know daddy, i-i’m sorry.” you mumbled the few words that you could get out.

tom grabbed your hair again pushing you up, your back against his chest and his other hand around your neck. “look at you, struggling to speak. you’re fucking pathetic.”

those words were enough to send you to heaven and before you could even control it, you came.

“who told you to come?” he asked as his pace became faster. you were tired but he was still going and not only that, he decided to finger you, sending you into overstimulation.

soon enough you had your second orgasm and you both came, falling on the bed while panting.

tom immediately hugged you close to his chest, leaving a kiss on your forehead. you smiled at him but it dropped as soon as you remembered about your argument. tom noticed that and sighed.

“don’t think about it baby. i’m not going out. i’m staying with you. better yet, why don’t we go out? just us. on a date.” he started leaving kisses all over your face making you giggle in happiness as you nodded.

“i’m sorry for what i said. i know you want to have fun with your friends, i’m just scared our relationship will become boring if we don’t spend time together.” you didn’t want to be like those couples who stayed together just because it had become an habit. you wanted to share experience with him and make memories.

“it won’t baby, i’ll make sure we spend as much time as we can together. i promise. and i’m sorry as well for being an asshole.” he gave you a last peck on your lips making you laugh with his words.

“now go get dressed and let’s go on our date.”

[allthesmutl0vers]

Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x F! Reader (Part Five)

TW: Mentions of ED, lots of fluff 💖Use of Y/N (I know, I know. I'm trying to break the habit)

Paring: Fred Weasley x F!Reader x George Weasley

Requests Open 🫡

Chapter Five

Y/n

The next couple of days seemed to fly by. I got letters from my dad updating me on his and my mom’s progress, probably to keep me from visiting out of worry. My mom isn’t awake yet, but the healers are giving her everything they can to heal her. Everyone has been keeping me busy. Yesterday, we all had a family lake day. We spent all day swimming, which is great for all of the calories I’ve had to consume to keep people from finding out about my eating disorder, but I think Fred and George have started to catch on, even though they haven’t said anything. 

But today, I’m excited because I finally get to see my Mum and Dad. I practically leap out of bed, getting dressed in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a cropped band t-shirt. I jump on Ginny’s bed, waking up her and Hermione. 

“What the bloody Hell, y/n?!” Ginny groans and smashes her face into the pillow. Hermione rolls her eyes and dozes back off, so I fall on top of them, giving them both a start. 

“Merlin’s beard!” Hermione shrieks as she sits up, making me laugh. 

“Oh, fuck off, y/n,” Ginny groans tiredly as she hits me with a pillow. “What’s up your ass so early?”

I laugh and toss Ginny’s pillow aside. “Today is the day I get to visit my Mum and Dad, Ginny!” I say excitedly. But this time, instead of rolling over to fall back asleep, they jump up excitedly, too. 

“Merlin! Is that today?!” Ginny asks excitedly as she jumps out of bed, knocking me back and making me laugh. 

“Oo! That means tomorrow we go back to school!” Hermione shrieks and claps excitedly. 

I laugh and roll my eyes. “Only you would be excited to go back to school, Hermione.” We talk excitedly and laugh as they get dressed and put on their shoes. 

Ginny’s door swings open, revealing a very tired-looking Ron and Harry in the doorway. “Oi, what’s with all of the damn ruckus?” Ron says, annoyed. 

“Yeah, seriously, guys, it's seven in the morning,” Harry adds with an eye roll. 

Hermione giggles and kisses Ron on the cheek, which seems to perk him up a bit. “Today is the day that y/n can see her parents,” she explains. 

“Yeah, so we’re excited. You guys should be, too,” Ginny says, kissing Harry and crossing her arms. 

“Blimey, sorry mate, I forgot,” Ron says, rubbing his eyes. 

“Shit, well, we’re happy for you, y/n,” Harry says as they both come into the room and give me a big hug. 

I laugh and hug them back. “It’s alright. I suppose I can forgive two of my best mates,” I laugh. 

“Hope nobody is trying to steal our girl,” Fred jokes from the doorway with George as Harry and Ron pull away and roll their eyes. 

“Yeah, hug your own girlfriends, you numpties,” George adds with a smirk. 

“Down, boys,” I tease them with a smile, which they return with a wink as they step into Ginny’s room. 

Hermione laughs and leans back on Ron’s chest. “We’re all just excited because y/n gets to see her parents today,” she explains. 

I run up and jump into Fred’s arms, and he catches me with his hands under my thighs as my arms drape around his neck. I give him a deep kiss, making him hum into my lips. “Well, good morning to you too, little one,” he says softly. 

George clears his throat and smirks at me when I look at him. “Forget me already, did you?” He teases. I giggle as Fred places me back on my feet and George swoops me into my arms bridal style and kisses me deeply. “Mm, that’s more like it,” he says against my lips with a soft chuckle. 

“Okay, okay! Don’t shag in my room, please!” Ginny groans, making me and the twins chuckle. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, little sister,” Fred remarks as George places me back down on my feet between him and Fred, and they each wrap an arm around my waist.  

“Yeah, no need for a room with one bed when ours has two,” George says with a wink. I gasp and slap them both on the arm, feeling myself start to blush. 

“Ugh, too much information,” Ron groans. 

“Oh my God,” Harry laughs, wrapping an arm around Ginny’s shoulders as she and Hermione try not to laugh. 

We all walk downstairs together, laughing and talking about nothing in particular, excited to see my Mum and Dad. They’ve never really talked to my Mum or Dad, really only in passing at a birthday party or when we’re getting on the train for school. They’ve always been so busy with patients at the hospital by our house. My parents are world renowned doctors, my Mum in Cardio, and my Dad in Oncology. 

“Morning, everyone,” Molly greets us with a smile as we all pile around the table. 

“Good morning,” we all respond as we fill our coffee mugs. 

The door opens, and Arthur comes in with a smile. “Good morning!” He says cheerfully as he kisses Molly, sets down his briefcase, and takes a seat. We all tell him good morning as he pours his cup of coffee and turns to me as Molly begins to put food on the table. “Well, everyone seems to be wide awake,” he chuckles. “Are you excited to see your parents today, y/n?” 

I nod and smile. “So excited. I feel like it’s been forever.”

“No kidding. Woke up the whole house with their giggling this morning, these three,” Harry jokes, pointing to me, Ginny, and Hermione. 

“Yeah, and I was having a really good dream, too,” Ron says, nudging Hermione and making her blush. 

“Well, she has every right to be excited,” Molly smiles as she sits down next to Arthur. “Now, dig in. We’re heading out shortly after breakfast.” 

Everyone starts making their plates and I’m biting my lip, silently counting all of the calories and trying to find a way to at the least amount. George leans in close to my ear, talking so only he and Fred can hear. “Eat something, love.”

I shake my head and smile. “I’m alright, I’m not hungry,” I lie, but my stomach, being the traitorous bitch she is, betray me and growls. 

“Seems like you are, darling. Just eat a little something,” Fred says on my other side. They’ve made little comments, nothing mean, that I should eat a little more or offer me an extra sweet from their stash. I know they’re catching on, but I’m scared to get ‘better’ and gain all of the weight back. 

George places a hand lovingly on the small of my back. “Just try a little, baby. How about a few pieces of fruit and some eggs?” He offers. His gesture is sweet, and he’s not trying to shove it down my throat, so I agree with a simple nod. “That’s our girl,” he smiles and places a few strawberries and some scrambled eggs on a plate for me. 

I take a breath and take a bite out of a strawberry, and Ron starts to speak to me. “Oi, y/n, how come you don’t eat much?” He asks. It’s an innocent question, but it still makes me tense up. 

“I’m just nervous to see my parents, is all,” I answer him. I hate lying, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. 

“Yeah, but you’ve hardly eaten the entire time you’ve been here,” he continues. “Sometimes, you don’t eat meals at all,” I clench my jaw. Merlin, shut UP, Ron. Hermione elbows him, but he doesn’t get the hint. “Oi, I’m just curious. You’re not, like, starving yourself, are you?” 

My legs start to shake with nerves under the table as I scramble for an answer. Fred and George each place a hand lovingly on my knees. “Shut it down, mate,” George warns him.

“Yeah, leave her be. She’s had a rough go at it lately. And frankly, it’s none of your damn business,” Fred snaps. 

“That’s enough, Ronald,” Molly scolds him. “Despite the foul language, Fred is right. What a woman eats is none of your concern.”

Harry nudges Ron’s side. “Yeah, mate. It’s not like you’re one to talk about eating habits,” Harry jokes, trying to diffuse the tension. Ron just rolls his eyes and digs into his massive plate. I wish I could eat without concern like that. 

I eat the berries and eggs on my plate as everyone talks about different things around the table, nobody paying me any mind. I set down my fork at the table and sigh softly. “Good job, love,” Fred praises me with a smile and a kiss on my cheek. I smile softly, trying to ignore the guilt I’m feeling as I wrap my arms around my stomach. 

George kisses the top of my head. “Very well done, indeed, darling,” George praises me next. 

“Thank you, guys. It means a lot,” I say sincerely. 

“Anytime,” they say in sync.

*****

St. Mungo’s is so different from any hospital I’ve ever been to. The biggest difference is that it doesn’t have that weird hospital smell. Instead, it smells like flowers and brewing herbs. No doubt from the potion makers they have on site. Molly and Arthur go to the front desk to get directions, and we all stand back together. I tried to convince everyone that they didn’t all have to come, but being the friends they are, they insisted. 

“Nervous, baby?” George asks with a hand around my waist as I stand between him and Fred. I nod slightly, and he and Fred move to stand in front of me. 

“Don’t be nervous, little one,” Fred says softly, using the nickname I love so much with a smile as he tips my chin up to look at them. “Your Dad said in his last letter that everything is going good. There’s no reason to worry.” 

“All that’s left is for your Mum to wake up, and I’m sure she will any day now,” George adds, kissing the tip of my nose. 

I smile softly and chuckle. “Hopefully, she doesn’t have a heart attack when she finds out I’m with the two of you,” I joke with a smile, feeling a little better. They always know just how to make me feel better, even when I don’t want to. 

The three of us chuckle as they pull me into their chests, hugging me and smooshing me between them, but I don’t mind. It’s my safe space. When Molly and Arthur come back, they tell us that my parents are on the next floor, on ‘Creature Induced Injuries.’ Makes sense, given that I don’t think of the man who almost killed my parents as anything else but a monster. 

We climb the stairs together, and when we get to my parent's room, Molly stops and turns to me. “Now, you go in first, dearie. And if you two are up for visitors, the rest of us can come in and join you. But no rush,” she smiles. 

 I nod and smile as I let go of Fred and Georges’ hands. “We’ll be right out here, darling,” George says with a smile. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” Fred adds with a smile as well. 

I open the door and see my dad seated by my mom’s bedside. He looks completely healed, no bruises, not even a scratch on him. I smile as I walk up to him. “Hi, Daddy,” I greet him, wanting to run into his arms. 

My dad smiles and looks up. “Hey there, honeybee. Come on in,” he waves me over and stands. “No need to worry. Your old man is all healed up.”

I run into his arms and hug him tightly as he lifts me and sets me back down on my feet. “How’s Mum?” I ask him. “Any news?” 

Dad strokes my head and smiles sadly. “They don’t know why she hasn’t woken up yet. The brain bleed is healed. But the doctors here tell me all we’re waiting on is for her to wake up on her own. You know your mother can’t be rushed,” he jokes light-heartedly. 

I nod and lean over my Mum, hugging her as she lies unconscious. “But she will wake up, right?” I ask. 

Dad smiles and nods. “Yes, honeybee. It’s just a waiting game on when.”

I look through the window at Fred and George peaking through the window like puppies waiting to be let inside. I giggle softly, and my dad notices and shakes his head with a laugh. “I suppose we should let them in, huh?” He jokes. 

I shrug and smile. “Probably, everyone was just as excited as I am to come today,” my dad smiles and waves for them to come in at Molly as she peaks through the window, too. 

Everyone piles into the room, and Arthur greets my dad. “Phil! It’s so nice to see you up and walking, mate. How do you feel?” He asks as he shakes my dad's hand. 

My dad smiles and shes his hand. “Like a brand new engine. Thank you, Arthur, for having us moved.”

Arthur swats his hand and laughs. “As I said, anything for family, Phil.” 

The twins and our friends move to stand by me as Molly hugs my dad. “So glad to see you’re feeling better. How is Sheila?” 

My dad smiles and hugs her back. “All better, thanks to you guys,” my dad says, and Molly and Arthur beam. “Just waiting for her to wake up. But you know to never rush a woman,” my dad jokes to Arthur, who laughs heartily. 

“Good man,” Arthur and Molly laugh and begin to talk with my dad amongst themselves. 

Fred and George move to my sides, careful to keep their hands to themselves in front of my father. My friends move closer to me, too, congratulating me on my Dad’s recovery. And after a few minutes, my Dad walks over to us with Molly and Arthur behind him. “Hello, boys,” he greets Fred and George. “Thank you both so much for taking care of my little honeybee,” he smiles. 

“Our pleasure, sir,” George says, shaking his hand. 

“Absolutely, sir,” Fred says with a smile, shaking his hand next. 

My dad laughs and waves his hand. “Please, boys, call me Phil,” he says before looking at my friends. “Thank you all for looking out for her. She is very lucky to have friends like all of you,” he beams. They all respond with a smile and some variation of ‘no problem.’ His eyes land on Hermione and Harry, and he speaks to them. “Forgive an old man,” he chuckles. “But remind me of your names again?” He asks kindly. 

Hermione steps up first and smiles, shaking his hand. “Granger, sir. Hermione Granger.” 

My dad smiles and nods. “That’s right, I remember. All the same, it is a pleasure to meet you, Hermione. And please, call me Phil,” he smiles and turns to Harry, reaching out his hand. 

“I’m Harry, Harry Potter,” Harry introduces himself and shakes my dad’s hand. 

“Of course, it’s nice to see you again, Harry,” my dad says kindly. I don’t miss the wave of relief that washes over Harry that my dad isn’t drooling over meeting ‘the boy who lived,’ my dad knows the story, but he also knows how much Harry hates people bringing it up. “Ron, Ginny, nice to see you two again.”

“Good to see you too, Phil,” Ron smiles. 

“Nice to see you back with the land of the living,” Ginny jokes, making my dad and everyone else laugh. 

“Good to be back,” my dad responds and turns to all of us but looks at me. “So, I have some exciting news!” He says cheerfully. “The doctors here have agreed to let me stay here with your Mum until she wakes up. Since muggles can’t enter without a wand,” my dad chuckles. “But they are allowing me to leave tomorrow, and Arthur offered to get me to the platform to see you off on the train and come back afterward.” 

“Really?!” I ask excitedly and hug him tight. “That’s amazing, Dad!” 

“Yes, it’s very kind of him, indeed. Your mother would have my neck if I didn’t get a picture of you and your friends by the train for that scrapbook of hers,” my dad chuckles. 

I release my dad and hug Arthur next. “Thank you so much, Arthur.”

He hugs me back and pulls back. “Of course, y/n. But it was really Molly’s idea,” he chuckles with a smile. 

I smile and Hug Molly next. “Thank you,” I say in her neck.

Molly pats my back and pulls back with a smile. “Of course, dearie. We were going to tell you at breakfast, but I thought it best to come from your Dad. I’ll escort you all through the floo network, and we’ll meet them there.”

We all talk for a few hours, and Fred and George tell him all about quidditch and invite him to one of the games since Harry, Ron, and Ginny play on the team, too. My dad tells them he’d love to come and watch and hopes that it falls on ‘parent’s day,’ his favorite day of the year, Mum’s too. They love walking around the castle, and especially the feast. After lunch, it’s time to head back to the burrow and pack for the train tomorrow. We say our goodbyes before we head out. 

*****

It’s mayhem at the burrow as everyone is packing their trunks and bags. Me, Harry, and Hermione had already packed before we came, so instead, we helped everyone else until Molly calls us down for dinner.

We take our seats at the table, and Molly puts a pot of beef stew, rolls, and rhubarb and pumpkin pies down in the center of the table. Her send-off feast every year. Everyone digs in, and I allow myself a roll and two smaller scoops of stew. Ron looks at me like he wants to say something, but when Fred and George stare at him, he seems to think better of it. 

About halfway through dinner, an owl lands on the kitchen windowsill, and I recognize it as Bucky, Blaise’s owl with a letter in his beak. I stand up and take the letter from him, giving him a few owl treats before he flies off again. 

“Who’s it from, dear?” Molly asks as I sit back down between Fred and George. 

“Blaise,” I answer and open the letter, reading it aloud. 

“Dear, y/n,

I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. I got ahold of Draco, and he said he sent you a letter. Did you receive it?  He explained to me what he wrote, and I wanted you to know that I’m sorry. Believe me, I reamed him for it. You deserve better than a letter.

I can’t believe that he and Pansy would betray you like that. He told me nothing happened between them, but… Pansy confided in me, and she told me that they had slept together just before school ended last year. I know that it’s an awful thing to hear, but I couldn’t keep it from you. Believe me, I’m very angry with both of them. Nobody deserves that, especially one of my best mates. 

However, Draco and Pansy have been my friends since the day we were born, and our families are closely knit. And as pissed at them as I may be, I can’t cut them off completely. They’re Slytherins, my family. I’m sure you can understand, given your close friendship with the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, and everyone else in your house. 

I understand If you can’t, or don’t want, to be friends with me anymore, given what happened. But I do hope that one day, we can all put this behind us and be friends again. I’ll give you some space to think about it, and you can come to me when you’re ready. 

Draco asked about you in his last letter to me. I know he feels awful about hurting you, and he doesn’t expect a reply, but he do wishes you’d write. I told him that I hadn’t talked to you yet and that if he wanted to hear from you, he should reach out himself, but it was probably best not to. 

Also, I meant to ask you at the party, but I forgot. This is awkward, but is there something going on with you, Fred, and George? I know you guys are best friends, but I saw you guys sitting and talking against the tree, and you looked…closer than normal. I won’t pry or judge you if there is. But I just think that it is unfair to be so angry with Draco and Pansy for fooling around behind your back if you’re doing it behind his, too. Just something to think about.

Again, I hope one day we can put all of this behind us. I hope you’re doing okay, and give my regards to everyone. See you around the halls, maybe. 

Sincerely,

Blaise Zambini”

“What a snake,” Fred says, shaking his head after a few moments. 

“How can he accuse you of going behind Malfoy’s back, then turn around and defend him for the same thing?” George asks angrily. 

“He did say he was pissed,” Hermione says softly. 

“More like he said a load of crap,” Ginny says, shaking her head. “Forget them, y/n.”

“If he loves them so much, he should just leave, too. Let the snakes live together,” Harry adds.

“Such a load of crap. That’s that ‘pure-blood’ family bullshit,” Ron rolls his eyes. “Pathetic.” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Arthur says firmly, without raising his voice. 

Molly looks over at me, noticing I haven’t spoken yet. “Y/n, dearie, are you alright?” She asks calmly. 

I look down at the letter in my hands and sigh. “I had a feeling that something might have happened. But reading it…” I shake my head. “How could you do that to someone you claimed to love?” I ask without looking up as my stomach winds itself in knots.

Molly sighs. “Honey, people don’t do that to those they love. I know it’s hard to hear, but it just goes to show who he is.” 

I stand up from the table. “Excuse me, please. I need a minute.” 

“Y/n,” Fred and George reach for me and say my name at the same time as I walk to the back door. 

“Leave her be. You heard her. She needs a minute,” Arthur tells them as I step outside and close the door behind me. 

I sit on the steps of the porch, not knowing exactly how to feel. We’re already broken up, but I’ve never been cheated on before. Draco was my first boyfriend. Even though I started dating him in order to get over Fred and George, I truly cared deeply for him. I loved him, and I thought he loved me, even after I got his letter. But I guess the joke is on me. 

I sit on the porch for a long time, watching the sunset. I think of every time that they were alone together, wondering if there were more times that even Blaise didn’t know about. More than either of them were willing to admit. The back door creaks open, and Fred and George sit down next to me. George hands me a cup of tea, and Fred drapes a throw blanket over my shoulders. Neither of them speaks. They just sit with me until I’m ready to talk. 

 “I can’t help but wonder why he didn’t just end it before they slept together,” I say softly, looking out at the sunset. 

I feel them both let out a heavy sigh. “He probably didn’t know how to say it to your face like a real man would. Except the difference is that a real man would never cheat in the first place,” Fred answers me softly. 

“Instead, he hid. He pushed you away, probably hoping you would end things first so he could feel guilt-free,” George adds. 

I let a couple of tears fall from my eyes, which are quickly wiped away by their sleeves. “I’m sorry that I’m crying. I don’t have feelings for him anymore. I just feel so betrayed.” 

“Shh,” Fred shushes me soothingly as they lay their heads on my shoulders. “We know, love. Just know that neither of us will ever hurt you like that, or ever.” 

“Don’t apologize for crying, darling. You’re hurt, it’s understandable. What that git did is unforgivable. And I agree with Fred. We will never do that to you,” George says, kissing the side of my head softly. 

I nod, thanking Merlin for sending me these two, who always know just what to say and who I know I can trust inexplicably. “I know you guys wouldn’t. I trust you two with my life and my heart,” I sigh. “But I don’t think I’m ready to talk to Blaise yet. I know it’s not his fault, but I just need a break from all Slytherins.”

“Of course, darling. We understand,” George says softly. 

“Would you like us to write him for you? Let him know you’re not ready yet?” Fred offers. 

I nod and look up at him. “If it’s not too much to ask, yeah. That would help a lot.”

They move to squat in front of me, taking my hands in theirs. “Nothing you could ask would ever be too much. Do you understand me?” George says. 

“There is nothing on this Earth that we wouldn’t do for you, little one,” Fred says, kissing the back of my hand as George wipes away the last of my tears, and I nod. 

“Use your words, baby,” George instructs me. 

I take a deep, shuddering breath and look at them both. “I understand, thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you guys.” 

They smile and stand up, pulling me with them and hugging me between them, my safe space. “Always,” George says softly, kissing the top of my head. 

“We don’t know what we did to deserve you either, little one. But whatever it was, we’re thankful for it every day,” Fred says, tipping my head up to look at them, and they each kiss me softly on my lips. 

We walk back inside, and everyone has already gone to bed except for Molly and Arthur, who are sitting in the living room when we walk in. Molly stands up and walks over to me, giving me a big hug. “Feeling better, dear?” She asks softly. 

I nod as she pulls back and smiles. “Loads, these two always know how to make me feel better.” 

“Yeah, they may be trouble makers but they always know how to make someone smile,” Arthur jokes as he hugs me too. 

“Hey, we’re good for other stuff, too,” Fred says defensively. 

“Yes, yes, we know,” Molly chuckles. “Now, off to bed, you three. We have to be up early in the morning to meet Phil.” 

“We just have a quick letter to write, and then we’re going to bed,” George tells her. 

Molly points a finger at both of them. “Well, make it quick. I don’t want to have to drag you two out of bed. I’ll set the ghoul on you instead.” 

We say goodnight and the twins walk me upstairs to Ginny’s room like they do every night. “Goodnight, little one,” Fred says, pulling me to his chest and kissing me. “Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight, Freddie. You too,” I say against his lips before George steals me away and hugs me tightly. 

“Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams,” he tells me after he kisses me. 

“Good night, Georgie. Sweet dreams,” I say softly as I pull back and watch them walk up the stairs to their room before I walk into Ginny’s, where she and Hermione are, apparently still awake. 

“You good?” Ginny asks as I close the door. 

I nod and smile at her. “All better now.” 

“Oo, I bet you are,” Hermione giggles with a wink. 

I roll my eyes and sit on Ginny’s bed. “Not like that, ‘Mione.” 

“Have you guys… you know… yet?” Hermione asks with a smirk. 

Ginny scoffs and hits her with a pillow. “Ew, I don’t want to know.” 

I shake my head. “No, not yet.”

“Have you had sex before?” Ginny asks curiously. 

I nod. “Yeah. With one person who shall never be named again.”

“Let’s call him ‘he who shall not be named,’” Hermione suggests with a giggle. 

Ginny’s face twists with disgust. “Ugh, no. That name reminds me of that dark wizard our parents fought.”

I giggle and think for a moment. “How about ‘shitty dick’?” I suggest with a smirk. 

Hermione and Ginny gasp. “No. Fucking. Way,” Hermione giggles. 

I nod and smirk. “No wonder he’s such a dick. He doesn’t know how to use his!” Ginny laughs, and we all laugh loudly with her. 

We’re laughing so hard we don’t hear footsteps coming up the stairs until Molly barges in. “Girls! Bed, Now! Whatever is so funny, I’m sure, can wait until morning. I don’t want you three up all hours of the night.” We all apologize and Molly shakes her head before closing the door again, and we all look at each other and snicker quietly, deciding to all sleep in Ginny’s bed tonight.

Part Six

[jaeedraszaerysz]

JOHNNY, BAM, STEVE-O, CHRIS AND RYAN WITH A NORTHERN ENGLISH S/O

Notes: this might have some more teesside oriented aspects so I apologise and I try to keep it as neutral as possible while still writing decent shit ✨️

Warnings: swearing, injury (obv u fuckin dumbass), sexual references??

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE

Will 100% dress up in a suit and take you to a fancy ass restaurant while working his shittiest English accent

Got confused as fuck when you started using any slang/roadman terms

Defos uses words wrong

Went round calling everyone wanker for a full day

Thought chav was a fucking food at first defos

LOVES HEARING U SPEAK

will listen to u chat for hours

MY DAYS HES OBSESSED

So let's say jackass came to England yea

And u went up north to visit ur mates and stuff yea

Wouldn't understand a fuckin thing u was on about if u were talking to your mates

Thought a parmo was a sex move and was GOBSMACKED

He defos went to a pub with u and the guys and they got the piss ripped of them by a bunch of sweaty geezas in their 50s 😭

Take him to any beach and you will 100% have to restrain him from jumping of the end of a pier into a bunch of rocks

Caught onto u saying innit so much and now says it unironically and the guys have a laugh taking the mick out of him

Poor sod

But he's devoted to you

Defos would make roadman and chav skits w u outside a maccies or a tesco extra

BAM MARGERA

Asking if u know every single British rockstar to ever exist

Was confused when u told him it was almost 5 hours from London to anywhere near ur gaff

Got scrapped by a bunch of year 7s outside a one stop if u took him to England

Takes the mick out of yu in a cute way

Copies ur words

DEFOS TOLD JOHNNY TO PACK IT IN ONCE AND U WERE FUCKING CREASING

Told him u met Janick Gers from iron maiden and had drinks wiv him in the pub one time and he almost diedddd.

You could defos persuade him to dress up in a Adidas traccy and run fru ur local shopping center screaming sweet Caroline and tripping over eachother

you took him to hmv?

Big mistake

He never wants to leave

Defos has all the badges and posters

Spent an hour minimum sat on the floor with you looking at the band t shirts

Would complain constantly about weather but would kiss you in the rain

Got stuck in a shitty kids swing at the park

CHRIS PONTIUS

Lives for your voice

Copies ur every word

If u took him to ur hometown he would cling onto your arm and NOT let go

Called someone a geezer at a local boots and got scrapped

Yano them rando tarzees kids make out of rope and stuff but their always like 50 meters of the ground?

He found one

Jumped off

Flew like a mufucken bird

BEANS ON TOAST

WHAT AN INVENTION

His mind was opened to the 4th dimension that day

Imagine he pulled a party boy stunt in the town center

GOT CALLED A NONCEWING BY A BUNCH OF CHAVS

Wore a tie everywhere u went while u were their

Says oh my days religiously now

Fails a stunt? Oh my days

Trips? Oh my days

Bam pulls a rocky on him? Oh my fucking days

LOVES YOU SM THO

His little English, tea drinking princess

STEVE-O

Steve-o lived in England for alot of his childhood, always on the move so he was a bit more calm than most

BUT CAUSE HE WAS FROM DOWN SOUTH AND YOU UP NORTH THAT DONET STOP HIM

makes fun of northern chavs and compares them

Says the North is like a diff country all together js on account of the people and the weather

Thinks ur footie teams r shite

Defos got kicked up the arse for that one

Meal deals man

His fave thing after you

Esp from tescos

LYNX AFTERSHAVE IS HIS THING OMFS

Understands some British slang but is still confused by majority of ur convoz with people from ur home town

TAKE HIM TO FLAMINGO LAND

INSTANT MAYHEM

Sold gimicky vapes to some year 8s and fucking pissed himself laughing when they realised

RYAN DUNN

Swears at everyone with "posh words"

Wanker, bell-end, twat, muppet, cunt.

Picked up the accent on the words too

Fucking fab tha

GOT APPROACHED BY A PROZZIE

was terrified

Defos asked where her teeth were and got chased off

Thinks corner shops in England r the best thing ever

Manjaros? The takeaway not the mountain?

LOVED IT

DONNER KEBAB ✨️💅

Has been chased by council estate grannies for shoving you into people's gardens

Sat with you at the top of those shitty rope climbing frames in the park and u had a legit romantic moment

SPOILER ALERT! bam got photos of u kissing up there

Yano them random tunnels under the main roads yea?

Went down them wiv u and u ended up in a field with him laying on your chest and looking at the stars

[simping4-2manyppl]

Hey! Can I request a fluff with Bill and a fem!reader, they're both famous and the story takes place in 2008, please ? (Abt the plot : it's their first date and they're a bit scared abt being caught etc...) Bye bye 💞

Bill Kaulitz 🎤

First date ❣️

Hii!! Tysm for requesting this hope you like it 🫶🏼 xx a bit short but i hope u enjoyy!!

Bill x fem!reader

Fluff!

You were currently looking in the mirror at your outfit, hoping it looked good enough to impress bill, you had met one night at a party where his band mates and him were at and you eventually started talking all night long.

You both had alot in common and got along great, which was why he had asked you out on a date hoping to get to know you better, and you accepted.

You sighed thinking it was good enough as you looked at the time, “shit..” you said grabbing a long brown coat, putting it on and heading to the car your assistant set up for you.

It wasnt anything nice which was perfect, seeing as you didnt want paparazzi ruining your date.

You got in the backseat as the driver closed the door for you, saying thank you and quickly got in himself, driving away to the restaurant.

Once you arrived you thanked the driver and went in, looking around seeing if youd spot bill anywhere.

Once you scanned the room you spotted him and walked over with a smile on your face. “Hello there stranger.” You said jokingly.

“Hi! You made it finally, you look so gorgeous!” He said, standing up and giving you a quick hug. You chuckled and hugged him back with a slight blush on your face, sitting down.

“Thanks you look really good too.” You said a bit shy, he chuckled and nodded saying thank you with a big smile on his face.

“Was your ride here okay?” he said looking around, you nodded. “Yes it was pretty good, i think we should be okay, how about yours?” You said resting your arms on the table also looking around.

“It was good! I sent my brother around so paparazzi could follow him instead so they couldnt crash our date but hey you can never be too careful right?” He said chuckling softly.

“No yeah, i get it i mean if someone notices you they almost immediately notify the press or something.” You said chuckling, “but lets try to not let them ruin this alright?” You told him, smiling hoping to get him to relax a bit.

He nodded as you two talked until you ordered your food and drinks, still continuing to talk even while you received your meals.

You chuckled, “thats sweet bill” You said as he nodded, laughing as well, “i was about 12 i just wanted to do something nice for my cousin, so you know i dressed as santa claus.” He said with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

You giggled, “its cute!” you said smiling. Once you finished eating, you had both went on and on talking about so many things, such as your career’s, how they both took off and most things alot of people didnt know. It was nice to talk to someone and you had already felt a connection with him.

You were a bit nervous as the thought of the paparazzi catching you guys together crossed your mind. Bill noticed this and placed his hand on yours, “hey dont worry, whatever happens happens, ya know it wont matter what anyone says. Its our business and no one elses.” He said with a reassuring smile.

You smiled back and thought how cute he sounded, “you’re right. Thanks bill that made me feel much better!” You said blushing a bit, no one that you have gone out with had said anything like that to you, they would usually just ignore you after and never talk to you again, some would brag and share things that werent true just for the fame.

“Wanna get out of here?” You said grinning, “i know a quiet place where the paparazzi or just anyone wouldnt be able to find us.”

He nodded, “sure, thatd be great!” You smiled and left a tip on the table as you both walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand.

You did look around a bit out of habit of not wanting to get caught, but you felt okay as you had just spent the most amazing evening with the most amazing boy you have ever met.

You both were okay that day, not getting caught thankfully but by your fourth date you had been caught, but you both were okay with it because you had hung out alot and became very close, eventually admitting eachothers feelings for the other.

Even if you had your worries, as did he you both made it work out and thats all that mattered.

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Virgil Evans Analysis

Analysis under the cut hehehe

Virgil is definitely one of my favorite yanderes just because of how deep his character is. Something about the mix of trauma and also just pure obsession and desperation go together perfectly. So first off, trauma and this man has been through some shit especially since his trauma is what makes him a yandere.

-Virgil’s Backstory:

First of all, a few days before Virgil’s tenth birthday he had an argument with his father who then had to go and visit his sister whose husband had passed away from another country and went on a plane. There was a malfunction during the flight which sadly killed Thomas. It’s pretty clear that this had a hard impact on Virgil and his childhood considering that he had to go to therapy due to his mom noticing that he coped by playing the games his father had bought him before he died in his alone time. 

In highschool he joined a track team and was the second fastest runner but then later quit since he figured that wasn't what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, his sister Sarah introduced him to theater and all this ends up showing a lot in his yandere behavior but right now we talking about traumatic backstory so shhhhhhh. He started a band with a few of his friends and it was going pretty well for him until one of his band mates started a rumor about him ‘sleeping around’ just because Virgil politely declined their love confession. Virgil got so mad that the bandmate couldn't handle the rejection that bro literally whooped their ass.

During college Virgil spent most of his time hanging out with his younger siblings and helping his mom with the house when she wasn't able to be home. He was doing very well mentally and was even considering getting himself back out there to start dating again. But one day as he sat in his house he started to question the state of his reality, That's when everything around him had started to glitch. Virgil could only watch and cry as he watched his family and everything he thought was home disintegrate and fade away in front of him. 

Leaving only him. All alone. 

-Virgil’s Yandere Behavior:

Oh dear.

Okay but as sweet and fluffy Virgil he is not one to fuck around with. I say this because I have literally asked so many questions, done so much research to say that escaping Virgil might as well be impossible. 

In that case that you do run away Virgil can 1, track you down using technology (Your phone plus other people's devices around you.) 2, will crossdress and mimic a woman's voice using his theatrical talents to gain your trust before revealing his identity and taking you back. Keep in mind that getting caught by Virgil after trying to escape also gets you the bye bye leg movement treatment where he puts you to sleep before paralyzing your legs. Also just running away period is difficult too, mf taking morning jogs and being the second faster runner in track is definitely catching my iron deficient ass.

Also you can’t hide anything from elf boy. I did send an ask because I saw some people trying to trick Virgil by revealing their plan in Spanish but since Spanish is one of the three languages Virgil speaks it didn't work. I tried the same thing but instead I used dutch. But surprise surprise even if you don't speak his languages they still go through his code and translate it for him. Also in Yoshi’s words, “he has your ip, your home address too, your government files say alot about you”. 

Virgil is always watching you. He watches everywhere you go. It doesn't matter if you're in his world or your world he can watch you. I innately thought that he could only do this through devices but no. Devices or not he always finds a way. He can also crawl through devices and you can’t stop him either. (Throw shit at him anyways though.) and this also means he can drag you back to his dimension too. 

Watches you sleep and steals your shit (Clothes) kjasnjkcnask-

He's a fae. That's a danger in itself. He can put curses and hexes on people if they have feelings for MC. But that's usually after he stalks your friend for any information to blackmail them about to get them away from MC. Same thing goes for if say a roommate is hurting MC then he’ll blackmail them to get them away from you but if they don't then he’s not afraid to take matters into his own hands. 

It is also impossible to get away from him by fighting. It’s been talked about a few times but Virgil was in alot of fights during highschool with different types of species so he definitely knows what he's doing when it comes to fighting. Virgil also doesn't feel normal pain like a human, throwback to when a ask stabbed him and he just casually said ow and pulled the knife out. He feels pain but nearly as much as a human does.

Now doing research for this theory and reading through all the WYS posts I found something and I'm shocked how much people forgot about it:

Even after death, he still knows who you are when you are a different identity.

-Overall Analysis: 

Virgil is very patient, calm and gentle with MC but at the same time he’s clearly not one to fuck with. If MC pushes the right buttons it can push him to curse MC and basically ruin their life. But that's extremely rare. He is a fae and despite being gentle and caring he can be dangerous. Whenever he paralyzes MC’s legs he doesn't know what he's done until it's already been done. A trait that is in Virgil whether it be yandere or OG he is always a caretaker, yandere Virgil however tends to have more twisted ways/delusional ways however. But at the same time he does prefer to take the more patient routes and kidnapping MC is a last resort.

Virgil is very family oriented, we can see that from his childhood, how he kept his dads necklace and how he treats his siblings. Virgil misses his family dearly and he’s clearly traumatized from the event. Something I find terrifying is that Virgil doesn't care if MC wants a relationship with him or just wants a roommate type of thing. He just doesn't want to be alone. Don’t leave him alone. You’re the only person that exists besides him. You can’t leave.

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[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Dating A Famous Singer

Requested: Can I request a preference where the Roy siblings are dating a famous singer? - anon

A/N: I hope you like it my love!!! Thank you for requesting it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor has no idea what you're going on about. He is very disconnected from any industry, but especially the music industry. The only new artist he listens to you and that's because you play live for him so that he doesn't have to figure out Spotify or Youtube or anything like that lol. Depending on the genre, he might not totally be into it, but overall he loves it because you made it. He tries to go to as many shows as possible and proudly shows off his VIP status so that he can get backstage to see you, always with a bouquet of flowers to congratulate you on another wonderful performance. When you career really takes off and you need to go on tour across the country/world, he's there right beside you, the whole time. He couldn't be prouder of everything you've accomplished.

Kendall listens to all types of music, so whatever genre you sing, he loves. You always get embarrassed realizing he's listening to you. Turn that off! You laugh, fighting with him over his phone. He sings you your own lyrics too, loving how you get all embarrassed. Really, he's so proud of your career. You've worked so hard and put in so much time and effort. He's never known anyone so hardworking. He was there when you were singing at bars and open mics, frustrated, close to giving up. Now you've got thousands of fans, him included. He helps you with new songs and talks to anyone who will listen about you. He loves going to your concerts and blushes every time you dedicate your songs to him. He doesn't care what his father says, that it's not a real job, a real career. He loves you and he loves your music. You love it and that's what matters.

Shiv she's so funny I love her loves to support you, but mostly from a distance. For a few years now, every few months, you've been on tour. That means different time zones, that means face timing and calling when you're both free, that means a lot of night spent in an empty bed. You know she's busy, that she can't just drop everything to fly across the world, and neither can you. It puts a strain on your relationship, but you try to lessen it as best you can. She listens to all your music and is the first in the room to proudly proclaim that yes, she is your girlfriend. When you two get together, you're all praise for the other. You, a rock-star, selling out millions of albums. Shiv, a political firecracker ready to take over as CEO. You're a power couple. She loves most to listen to you practice new songs and try out new lyrics, listening from outside the room, the sound of your voice taking away all her stress. She fell in love with that voice.

Roman baby boy stays as far from the spotlight as possible. Your relationship isn't really public. Not that you meet in secret, but your dates are typically quieter and far from where the paparazzi can reach you. You wish he wouldn't be so shy when it came to your relationship, but you understand why. Fans are constantly shipping you with other artists, with friends, with band mates. He'd rather not get caught in the middle of that. He listens to your music a lot when he's by himself and of course has all kinds of jokes for you. Did you know that you and Harry Styles are allegedly dating? I hope he's a better kisser than I am. You and your drummer have been hooking up this entire time, haven't you? If you're not doing them, then I will soon. You know he's only kidding, telling him to shut up. You're with him, you choose him, end of story. When you're not home with him, performing or on tour, he definitely uses your music as a comfort.

[rebornofstars]

BEE!! UNO REVERSE!! before the rain stops?? wiggle eyebrows emoji

BEFORE THE RAIN STOPS! ahahahahg. this is the modern au road trip fic, except i didn't want to set it in the usa, so.... it is the australian modern au road trip fic. there's lore. there's shenanigans. they spend about two months on the road. it's absurd and i love it so much.

snippet for you from chapter 1!

“You’re mad,” Warriors said. He stood up. “What are you here for?” Twilight’s easy grin faltered. He worried his lip with his teeth. Time had been trying to break that habit for years. It was almost good to know he’d never succeeded. One less thing that had changed. One less milestone Warriors had missed. “Kid’s in the school band,” Twilight said. “He asked me if I’d get everyone to come to the concert.” “What?” Warriors scrubbed his face. “Wind? Fuck. He finally joined the band? He didn’t tell me, I didn’t know about any concert. When’s it on? It’s not tomorrow, is it? I’ve got a doctor’s appointment—” “Nah,” said Twilight. “End of September.” Warriors gripped the skin on his cheekbones tightly and stared. “September?” “Yeah,” Twilight said. He looked far too pleased with himself. “It’s July,” Warriors croaked. “Yeah,” said Twilight again. “Have you lost your mind?” “Nope. C’mon, you gotta pack, we’re losing the light.” “I hate you,” Warriors wheezed. “What are you on about? It doesn’t take two months to drive to Sydney. And if you just wanna freeload, I gotta break it to you, Lana’s not gonna like that—” “Kid asked me if I’d get everyone to come to the concert,” Twilight repeated. “You gotta pack. My girl’s waiting in the driveway. I left her running.” “Your g—are you talking about that fucking ute again? Go and turn the engine off, your battery’s gonna go flat.” “One and the same,” Twilight said, still infuriatingly calm. “Fixed her up all good. She runs better than the old man’s tractor now. I’ll go outside, you pack, alright?” “Pack for what,” Warriors asked. It was too late. Twilight had disappeared out into the cold night air, screen door bashing on the brick wall as he went.  “What is going on,” he said to the empty room. He began drafting a text. Hey L—no. Hey babe, my half-brother (remember time?) yeah, his cousin—too complicated. My cousin showed up— He put the phone down. No. How was he supposed to explain this when he barely understood what was happening himself? Twilight was a selfish, smug idiot. How could he just turn up out of the blue and expect Warriors to—to go somewhere with him? What was he thinking? They hadn’t seen each other for years. Warriors had skipped out on every Christmas barbeque since he’d moved away.  Kid asked me if I’d get everyone to come to the concert. “No,” he whispered. “No, what the—no. He can’t be—surely not.” Through the front blinds he could see the other man loitering about comfortably in the driveway. The ute was smaller than he remembered. A matte-brown, rickety thing. Twilight had bought it second-hand off a mate in high school for about a grand and spent the next few years replacing parts obsessively until it was almost a new vehicle. He’d been worried about the suspension when they spoke last. That and the fact that the oil cap was mysteriously leaky. He can’t seriously think— The screen door slammed again. Warriors’ legs propelled him down the driveway before he even had time to think. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Tell me this is not what I think it is.” Twilight grinned winningly. He held out a half-eaten apple. Where did he get an apple? Why— “Why are you like this?” Warriors begged. “No, put that away. I’m not touching that, you’ve had your mouth on it. Two months. And the others are all over the place. You want to make this a road trip. You want us to drive all the way around the fucking country to collect everyone for Wind’s concert.”

[stinkysquirel]

. * . ⋆『𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐰』⋆. * . 

۵ Frank Iero x Reader

↳ Summary: Headlines ran wild with rumors about you and Frank, usually you'd laugh about them together because you two were friends for so long. But one night Frank comes to your home late at night after getting off the road with his bands and true feelings are revealed.

↳ Warnings: light smut, Fluffy shit, Frank being so babygirl.

↳ Word count : 2.6k

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The headlines seemed to never end. No matter what news website you clicked on or magazine you found, there was no shortage of rumors about you and Frank. 

A seemingly innocent photo would surface and dating scandals would rise. It was as if it was impossible for you to have a platonic relationship with a man.

But knowing you and Frank and your personalities, there was always some sort of friendly flirting happening. Even sometimes it wasnt  purposeful, it was just the way your relationship had been for so many years and you were content with it.

You sat on your bed, reading different magazines about yourself when Frank called you crying, dying of laughter.Before you could even greet him, his giggles filled your ears. 

 “Did you see what they put on TMZ about us?”

You immediately panicked, wondering what insane title was on there now. 

It wasn’t anything new, but when your personal relationships were at stake, you hardly took it lightly.

“So we accidentally left Ray at the gas station again, right?and while he was waiting he found this magazine and it says ‘My Chemical Romance Guitar Player Frank Iero Seen With Singer Y/n L/n After An Alleged Hookup Leaving Hotel,’ Dude WHAT?” He squeals.

You couldn’t contain your laughter, not completely sure if it was because of the ridiculous headline or Frank's reaction.

“No fucking way, so they just didn’t happen to see our entire friend group behind us leaving as well?” I retorted.

“They’re getting fucking wild i’m telling you - what’s next? ‘Frank Iero seen sniffing Y/n L/n’s toes?’” He bantered. You could hear him stifling, trying desperately to contain his hysterics. But once you broke out laughing, it all burst out.

This was all too common. There wasn’t a lack of giggling and fits whenever you two were  around another.

You two laughed on the phone for what seemed like hours. Surely his other band mates in the bus with him thought you both were lunatics.

Once you finally calmed down, the whole situation made you feel like  suddenly you were 17 again.

Remembering countless nights you both spent in your backyard when your parents were out. Experiencing so many firsts with each other. Like the first time you both ever got drunk, or the time you stole some weed from your dad and invited him over cause you’d always wanted to try it.

You could hear his giggles in your ear as you both blew smoke out your window. You recalled how you two could not stop talking about how you felt like you were floating as you laid on your carpet floor together, trying to hide giggles from your parents who were just down stairs.

Surely, the tirade your dad gave you when he found out would’ve made you reflect on your actions. But you knew you were lying when you swore to him you’d never do it again.

It wasn’t even the weed itself the reason why you continued ‘borrowing’ it. It was because of how you felt when you and Frank smoked it.

Every single thing you could experience with another boy, you chose to do it with Frank. Your first kiss was with Frank. You begged him for weeks because you really wanted to make a move on the boy you liked, but didn’t want to seem like a beginner, even though you were 16.

Then, at 18, you gave your virginity to him. You knew at the time you loved him, but you weren’t in love with him. And he understood this, that’s why he took off your shirt like he’d done it before, when he hadn’t. He wouldn’t let you know that he in fact too, was giving himself to you as well.

He hoped you would find some conciliation if  he told you he’d done it before. But when it was done and over with, you knew secretly what he was hiding. With a smile you fell asleep next to him, knowing that you were his first as well and you slept with a face of total tranquility that night.

The reckless behavior never stopped with you two, even when you both hit your early twenties.

Early as teenagers you both would not stop talking about how you two wanted to persuade music. So when he first started receiving demo tapes, you both knew you were doing something right.

It wasn’t until a bit later till you got your start. 

Only a few years later you both would be touring the country, playing in places you’d never even heard of, let alone imagined. And you were happy that you could bury the fear that you hadn’t left him behind.

“How long till you get here? I feel like I'll die without you here.” you groaned into your phone. Truthfully, it would only take a few days with Franks till you didn’t feel like yourself.

You couldn’t laugh as much, and you couldn’t crack jokes as much.

“Maybe like,” you could hear him think for a moment before he spoke again, “like 5 hours?”

You turned over to look at your gray wall beside you, decorated in posters and magazines with you starring on the front cover.

8:12pm

Frank heard another whine through his phone before he nodded his head and chuckled.

“I know. But hey do you still want me to come over? It’ll be like 1 am by the time I get there but I can sleep plenty on the bus here.” he offered.

You smiled to yourself before responding, “of course i don’t care what time it is you just need to be here asap.”

“alright then, i’ll see you soon”

—

Feeling a nudge on your shoulder was never something you wanted to feel when you were home alone.

So when you opened your eyes and realized it wasn’t a serial killer standing next to your bed, a grin couldn’t help but rise to your cheeks.

“I thought I'd find you with a cake and flowers or some shit.” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

You huffed before pushing him away jokingly, muttering a ‘fuck off’.

“I was about to ring the doorbell when i remembered,” he pulled out a key from his front pocket, holding it between his two fingers in front  of you, “that i had this little guy. I really wanted to scare you but I knew how pissed off you’d be with me and you know I can't handle you being mad at me.”

With a giggle, you pulled his back towards you and onto the bed behind you. You’d later go on to regret your decision as his weight on top of you squeezed the air from your diaphram.

“get off of me!” you said with a groan.

He rolled off you onto your crispy white bed sheets that you’d washed just a few hours prior. “How’d you even make it 3 weeks without me? i thought you’d become an alcoholic by week 2.”

Your mouth gaped open as you snapped to look toward him. “What do you mean how’d I make it? I’m surprised you're even alive without me stopping you from doing dumb shit all the time!” you exclaimed, only slightly offended.

He scoffed, chucking a pillow at your face which hit you straight on the nose. You heard footsteps rush out the room the second that pillow left his fingertips.

Your shout radiated throughout the halls of your home. Frank was already halfway across your living room once he heard your shriek. Moments like these made him feel the same way you'd felt a few hours prior.

Frank was always running from you, and a part of him liked the chase, he liked that it was you running after him.

"You're an asshole!" Frank's arm began to ache because of the amount of time you open handed smacked him, in turn making your palm red in pain.

"Okay okay! fine I'm sorry!" he pleaded, grabbing your wrists in an attempt to stop you, and him being much stronger than you, it worked in calming your attack.

"Fine," Your eyes wandered behind him to your liquor shelf, and an idea sparked, "But you're making me a drink."

" See, we can be civil," his hand then landed on your head, ruffling your hair softly.

Rolling your eyes at him, you sat on a stool on your island, your chin resting on your hands as you watched him grab different bottles of liquor like he's done for you many times before.

...

It's not too long before you're both shitfaced on your couch, talking about your chronicles when you were in your teen years. You cuddled on Frank's side as he lays on his back, taking swigs from a bottle from time to time.

But before you could get too far into reminiscing into yet another story Frank interrupted you, " Y'know, I don't say this too often cause its too sappy but," taking a sip from the heavy glass bottle, "I'm happy I met you that day, y'know after what that asshole did."

"No, don't remind me, I don't wanna think of him!" you groaned, lifting your head off his shoulder looking at him.

"Sorry sorry, but i'm just saying, I don't know what I'd do without you." he said almost quietly.

"You can't say things like that to me."

"Why not?"

A moment of silence passed between you two before you got the courage to speak.

"Cause then I'll want to kiss you."

Frank couldn't exactly tell if you were being serious, and if you were being honest with yourself, you weren't sure either. But it just slipped out and it felt right at the time.

But now because of his silence, you were starting to double down on yourself.

"What, are you trying to make those articles about us true?"

Frank was almost trying to make it a joke, but a part of him wanted you to not take it as one.

"I mean.. would that be so bad?" you shrugged.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You both leered at each other for a minute, wondering who was gonna make the next move. You felt like all the alcohol in you burned up in the air, and that for a moment, maybe everything was meant to be this way, maybe the past years you spent together was meant to lead up to this.

"Are we really gonna do this?" He whispered. But you knew what he meant.

"Do you wanna do this?"

You considered his words for a moment.

A response couldn't leave your lips, but in your concise, knew you wanted it, you wanted him.

Slowly, you leaned into him, his eyes never left your lips. He was looking back and forth between your eyes and lips, like he was fighting some urge.

He nervously licked his lips before gulping hard.

"Wait-"

His hands squeezed your shoulders reassuringly.

"I can't keep going without telling you how I feel."

A pit of dread opened up in your stomach. Your heart started to beat at a pace that was foreign to you. Every beat making your stomach clench, anticipating his response.

"Fuck, you know im bad at these things, but. I love you- no, i'm in love with you. I knew ever since that day. And I know I promised to never talk about it after it was over."

Frank couldn't take the agonizing eye contract any longer and pulled his head down to his chest.

"I didn't tell you at the time, but you were my first too. I wanted to give myself to you because ever since the concept of sex crossed my mind for the first time, I knew I wanted it to be with you. I wanted my first everything to be with you. And I realized as I laid with you that day, you were my other half."

You felt your lip quiver slightly, his confession was what you needed to  register that you loved his with every inch of your being.

Your hands found their way to his jaw, lifting it up slightly towards you. His eyes glistened up into  yours and you could've swore you melted right then and there.

"I just told you, you can't be saying things like that. I just makes me want to-"

Without finishing your sentence, you pulled your lips to his. How was it that he tasted the same after all these years? You let yourself fall into him, letting him invade your every sense.

His hands roamed your sides, pulling you closer to him. He seemed like he never wanted to let you go.

Your hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt. The same shirt you witnessed him cut the sleeves off of with a pair of rusty scissors just the week before.

Frank adjusted himself so you could remove his shirt. You almost didn't want to pull away from him so his shirt could actually come off, but you knew you wanted this too much to wait.

Once his shirt was pulled off him, you reached for the hem of yours, which was actually his shirt that you stole. He'd never tell you but he loved how his shirts looked on you.

He always thought they looked better on you than they could ever look on him.

Once it was off, Frank only pulled you towards him, he almost didn't want to look, he just craved the feeling of your skin on his.

His lips felt hot on your neck as he sucked on your soft skin. "You're just so pretty, I can't get over it." moaning the words into your neck, so he'd know you heard them.

Nothing could compare to the sensations he gave your body. It was like you were 18 again, feeling him for the first time.

You remembered how tense you and anxious were, and that hadn't changed. But something about this time felt purely euphoric. No drug could ever top the way this felt.

With a tug on your bra strap, Frank removed himself from your nape, "Is this okay?"

No matter how many years you'd spent together, he never hesitated to ask for your permission. He wanted you to feel like you were in charge.

You nodded, desperate to feel his touch again.

It wasn't long before the material was discarded somewhere you didn't care.

He looked at your bare chest in awe, like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. You could've sworn you saw a glimmer in his eye.

He looked back up at you to see you wearing a smile.

"Sorry, I just- you're so gorgeous, I can't tell you that enough."

Removing yourself from his lap, you got onto your knees before him.

You fingers finding their way to the button on his faded black jeans.

"nuh uh, get up, you're not doing what you think you're doing." he reprimanded. Confusion wore your face as you returned to your feet.

"Right now is all about you and the things I should've done the first time all those years ago."

He grabbed you by his hips and removed himself from his spot on the couch before replacing it with you.

His fingers hooked on the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down and your underwear painstakingly slow.

You almost couldn't handle his stare, it was still so embarrassing after all these years. Frank looked up at you once again before inching closer to your core.

His hands grabbed your thighs, moving them slightly up to give him better access. His lips once again moistened by his tongue. The same tongue you were aching to just touch you.

"I wonder if you taste as sweet as I imagined."

[bijouxcarys]

𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

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Robert Plant x fem!OC

Description: Sometimes the pain of what should have never been, opens your eyes to what can be.

Tags: @celestial-dragoness @whothefuckisanja @callmethehunter @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @strsmn @firethatgrewsolow @chromations @brownskinsugarplum76 @angrychicksposts (if you'd like to be added, just let me know!)

Elena practically flew forwards, her hand only just managing to stop the rest of her from slamming into the dashboard. She blinked once and slowly looked to her right.

“Are you joking?” she asked monotonously. “What the fuck was that?!”

“Don’t blame me, blame the fucking pigeon on the road!” John pointed ahead of him, one hand gripping onto the steering wheel. Elena followed his pointed finger and sighed.

“Bon…” she began. “That’s a fucking badger.”

“Huh?” He squinted, struggling to see a thing through the persistent sun. “Gah!” he grunted, waving his hand relatively in the same direction of the sun as he started the car up again, continuing their drive. “El, will you pass me my sunnies from my bag?”

Elena looked at John as if he was speaking an unfounded language. “You’re such a diva now,” she huffed, but smirked to let him know she wasn’t serious. Though she was certain he knew her enough to know she could never be snarky to him. 

With an exaggerated sigh, she turned and stretched over in between the two car seats, reaching for John’s bag. She pulled it over to her and got to unzipping it, just as he made quite a sharp turn, causing her to fall sideways into him.

“My God, get your arse out of my face.”

“Stop making stupid driving decisions, then!”

“Why don’t you bloody drive? You’re old enough now.”

“I’ll end up killing someone, mate.” Elena rummaged through his bag, looking for his sunglasses. She snorted when she came across handfuls upon handfuls of spare drumsticks. “You got enough sticks in here, Bon-Bon?” she asked rhetorically, finally finding his sunglasses and retrieving them.

“Here y’are,” she plopped back down into the passenger seat, holding the shades out for John. 

“Cheers,” he thanked her, clumsily putting them on his face with one hand, poking his eye in the process. “We’re almost there, by the way.”

Elena nodded, taking in the more urban character of their surroundings. It was a contrast to where she and John had grown up and spent most of their time. Sure, they weren’t all the way out in the countryside, but everything was within walking distance from each other. The closer into Birmingham you got, the more bus stops and taxi ports came into view, and the more reclusive passers-by seemed to be.

John had learned the ins and outs of Birmingham for the most part, ever since he started to pursue drumming full time and had to make these journeys in and out of the city. His recent endeavour, a band eccentrically named Crawling King Snakes, had inspired new confidence in him. The colourful landscape of musicians he had come across had never been more vibrant than the one he found himself in the middle of now. More than anything, hope was peeking over the horizon.

“So, what should I expect from your new bandmates?” Elena asked, resting her legs on the dashboard and tracing her finger across the grooves on her brown corduroy trousers.

“Nothing too crazy. Expect a lot of Welsh from Dave. Paul’s quiet… Dunno, they’re just chilled out guys.” He shrugged.

“Not really giving too much away, are you?”

“They’re hard to describe, to be honest with you. You just have to meet them,” John chuckled. 

Elena left it at that and sat back, enjoying the rest of the car ride. The radio had treated them nicely that day, feeding them with the slick tunes of Little Richard and The Drifters, to Elvis and The Everly Brothers. All music the two friends enjoyed throughout the years. Elena had taken a recent interest in The Rolling Stones, a sharp turn from what she was used to listening to. Growing up, she found her place in the Blues, and Soul. She could listen to the likes of Ella Fitzgerald and Nat King Cole for hours and never tire of their silky vocals; the pure emotion and heart that went into each stave and syllable rang deep within her, and she felt every word like kitten kisses upon her ears. 

Since John decided to become a full-time drummer, she’d been exposed to a wider variety of music that seeped from the essence of da blues to form a complete musical revolution that had quickly grown on her. The first time she heard the Stones was during her late night shift at work. Minimal pay for a 17-year-old, but the pub’s great company and tunes cancelled out the meesely wage. Satisfaction stuck with her all night. I can’t get no…neh neh neh nene neh neh… All. Night. 

The flood gates were swung open once she stepped foot into the record shop in search of more Stones. That’s when she first came across Bay City Rollers, Cream, The Yardbirds… it was a whole different world and Elena hoped with her entire being that there would be more of it to come—that it wasn’t a mere diversion in the chaotic lineage of music evolution.

Bag over his shoulder, John led Elena inside the building, where Crawling King Snakes had booked out a small space for a couple of hours in exchange for £100. Dave was somewhat peeved that they had to spend that much on a couple of hours, but was easily convinced nonetheless. 

“Ayy, there he is!” Paul exclaimed, raising his arms in the air as he spotted John at the door with his female companion.

“Ayy, y’alright, mate?” John greeted him with a manly hug, slapping each other’s backs in the process. It amused Elena greatly when she witnessed John in the presence of other guys; his entire demeanour toughened and he gave the facade of a sharp-tongued lad’s lad. Yes, he had it in him. But the correlation between that and his surroundings was too coincidental for it not to be causational.

The room really was small for a jamming session. Four yellow strip lights hung above, and the carpet was worn and colourless, as though waiting to be quenched by the kaleidoscopic symphonies of talented musicians. 

“Dave, get your arse over ‘ere,” Paul waved his hand over to the other male in the room, long-haired and lost in thought with a blue bass guitar slung over his shoulder. 

“El,” John began, slinging his arm around Elena and bringing her beside him. “This is Paul Martinez and Dave Edmunds—guitar and bass. They’re mental. Beware.”

Elena laughed and shook her head, holding out her hand to greet the two men politely. They reciprocated the greeting with friendly smiles, one accompanied by a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“This is Elena. She’s my best friend, partner in crime, and primary critic. If anyone knows what sounds good, it’s this girl, here,” he proudly introduced with a squeeze of her shoulders against him. 

“Good to meet you,” Paul said through the muffle of his cigarette. 

“Right, El, I need to set up properly, you’re alright just hanging about, yeah?” John checked, putting his bag down on a nearby chair. 

“Mhm,” Elena nodded with a smile. “I’ll be here.” She watched as John made his way over to the drum riser to get to work on tightening the drum skins and double checking placements.

With her arms folded comfortably, she took a small step backwards, only to collide with something, or someone, coming through the door behind her. She turned her head and moved out of the way immediately. “Oh, sorry…” she instinctively apologised before looking up at the person in question. 

“Nah, yer alright, luv, I was just gunna skim past you.”

Her chestnut eyes fell in line with two striking orbs of blue—expressive and welcoming. He had thick, curly hair that traced the fine line of dirty blonde. It looked like it could easily switch up in the glare of the sun, with how delicate it seemed. It fell into strong sideburns that stopped just short of his chin, framing a dimpled grin that dismissed her apology.

“Ah, Bobby!” Paul called in the midst of lighting a cigarette. The blonde grunted and looked over at him with a dissatisfied glare.

“Will you stop calling me that?”

“Bobby Bobby Bobby Bobbehhhh,” John joined in, in a crouched position by one of the snares. With a boisterous laugh, he popped his head up, gesturing a drumstick at Elena. “Elena, Robert, Robert, Elena.”

Robert’s brows lifted in realisation, a smile once again taking over his features as he turned back to Elena with his hand held out. “Ah, you’re the one he’s been talkin’ about, then.” Clasping his hand in hers, he leaned in to give her a welcoming peck on the cheek, as he did with all the women he came across.

“Great to know he’s been talking about me,” Elena responded loud enough for the drummer to hear, earning a distracted middle finger from him in retaliation.

“Oh, he’s mentioned you a fair bit, yeah,” Robert nodded.

“That’s disconcerting…”

“No, all good things, luv, don’t worry.” Robert waved his hand in dismissal. 

They naturally drifted further into the room as everyone hooked themselves up to the few amps they had lying around. Robert was itching to get started. He’d been looking for other strong musicians with a similar zest for life to jive with for a while, and hoped that Crawling King Snakes could at the very least lead to something magnificent. It made him all the more nervous to test out new material, though, now that he had an audience. Not just any audience, either. The presence of John’s female companion, who Robert wasn’t blind enough to recognise as physically stunning. 

Even though this was simply an opportunity to jam and test out different sounds, he knew he had to get it right. Whatever it was. Early on, he learned that leaving a not-so-impactful impression on the ladies was the last thing anyone should do when performing. It would be a notch on his ego, an ego he was subconsciously trying to craft around the slightly sensitive, yet lively, 18-year-old boy that he was.

Little did he know he had already made a lasting impression, simply by the way he greeted Elena at the door. There was something extremely European about his way of saying ‘hello,’ in a sense that it held the weight of a respectful, gallant gentleman. To Elena, that was extremely comforting and unique; exactly the kind of person she’d enjoy surrounding herself with.

The way he chose to dress himself… wow. She’d very rarely seen men adorn their bodies with such delicate material, bohemian and Eastern-inspired all at once. If there was one thing Robert was, it was remarkable, exceptional… abnormal—everything the world was missing but didn’t know it needed. And that was just by the way he dressed.

It was fair to say Elena’s interest in this eccentric boy was piqued.

Incidentally, the feeling was mutual. Robert was instantly caught up in the way her deep brown hair fell in natural waves down her back, tamed, yet allowed to sway freely with every movement she made. And her eyes, fuck, they were so big and captivating. He’d already picked up on her accent, always one to take note of such things. Alluring, unapologetically informal. So care-free. He only hoped that his first impressions of her were accurate. It would be a shame to see something so beautiful turn out to be the complete opposite.

“Bonzo’s a great drummer, isn’t he?”

Elena, leaning against the wall with her hands behind her back, cocked her head in Robert’s direction. “Bonzo?”

“John.” He nodded his head towards him.

“He’s a fantastic drummer. Always thought that of him.” Elena’s voice was soft as she admired him from afar. 

“How long have you two been together?”

The brunette had to steal a minute to confirm she had heard correctly. She had paused amid her smile in John’s direction. “Who?” she checked, glancing at Robert.

“You and John.”

“Oh God, no,” she was quick to shake her head, face falling flat. “No, no…”

Robert’s light smile fell slightly, and a soft shade of pink infiltrated his cheeks. “No?”

“Yeah, no.”

“No, what?”

“We aren’t together,” she insisted with a gesturing finger between herself and her best friend. “Hasn’t he told you he’s married?”

Robert’s eyebrows scrunched up, sending a curious glance over at John. “It’s never come up in conversation, I guess.”

“It was recent, to be fair.” Elena watched Robert’s analytical observation. “He’s got a one-month old son, as well.”

“Well, shit,” Robert breathed, running a hand over his face. “Sorry, I just assumed ‘cause of how close you two seem to be…” Behind the comfort of his hand, he scrunched up his face in embarrassment and shook his head. “Fuckin’ Bonzo…” he muttered. Crawling King Snakes hadn’t been together for longer than a couple of months, and none of the eight sessions they'd had thus far consisted of private-life talk. Each of them were too preoccupied with the music and forming a cohesive combination of personalities to delve into the lives of one another.

Elena’s swift dismissal may have translated as abrasive, and she became quickly aware of that as soon as Robert hid his face behind his hand, inaudibly scolding himself. She didn’t jump to reassure him, however. His sensitivity to the smallest misunderstanding was captivating. Rare. There was no need to maintain emphasis on something that clearly left him unwillingly flustered.

So, she changed the topic, focusing on the nickname Robert had used twice now.

“You call him Bonzo?” Elena smiled, not only at the name, but the way it sounded on a Black Country tongue. 

“Yeah, well,” Robert chuckled, showing an off-centre slant in his smile that emphasised the dimple on his right cheek. “He was insistent on calling me Bobby, so I thought I’d call him something that would piss him off even more, but…” He shook his head, watching his bandmate test out each drum to perfection. “He actually didn’t mind it, so it’s stuck.”

“Bonzo…” Elena tested the name in her own mouth, the cadence different in her Lancashire drawl. “It fits him, dunnit?” She said through a grin. “I’ve always called him Bon-Bon.”

“Like the sweet?” Robert looked down at her, resting his hand on the wall beside her head casually, the small blip in their conversation fading into obscurity.

She nodded, still looking at John. “Mhm. It was actually an accident,” she pointed out, glancing at Robert. “I guess I struggled to say ‘Bonham’ when I was 4.”

“Blimey, you’ve known him for that long?”

Elena turned her head to him fully, her mouth dropping open a bit. “Alright, calm down, how old do you think I am?”

“I-I didn’t mean it as in ‘you’re old’!” Robert laughed. “You can’t be much older than us!”

“I’m actually younger than John by a year, so…”

“Well, I’m younger than him by a few months.” 

“So, there you go, I’m not old.”

“Listen, luv, I was simply shocked by how long you’ve known him,” Robert incessantly defended himself, much to Elena’s amusement. She smiled at him, looking back at John.

“Nah, I bloody wish I was older.”

“And why’s that?”

“Can’t drink yet, can I?” She gave Robert a pointed look.

“That’s right, you can’t.” He feigned distress, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “The struggles of being 17 in England.”

“Oh, I know, it’s torture,” she played along, resting her head back against the wall.

He smirked. “So, you’re a drinker, then, eh?”

“Well…” she shrugged, “A bit, yeah. I work in a pub as a waitress, so sometimes I can have half a pint at the end of the shift if there aren’t that many people in. Which hardly ever happens.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’ve only recently turned 18, so I’m still trying to get used to buying alcohol in the shops without worrying about being caught,” Robert chided. “What pub d’you work in?”

“The George Inn. It’s like slam in between here and up in Walsall.”

“I see…” Robert nodded, chewing his lip in thought.

“That being said, I want to move a bit closer to here, eventually. Not entirely in the city centre, though, I like the countryside a bit too much.”

Robert just smiled as she spoke. He took in every piece of information, enjoying the way she’d speak in her hometown slang every now and then. She definitely spoke a lot, but Robert didn’t mind. He admired it.

“Like, closer to the city, but not completely in the city… d’ya get what I mean?” She looked up at Robert, completely unashamed of her rambling. 

“I get what you mean, luv,” he reassured.

“I know this might be weird, but I just love being surrounded by nature. It’s how I grew up—how both of us grew up,” she gestured between herself and John, who was almost done. “And I have a thing for plants. Being in the city doesn’t really reward you with that stuff, does it?”

Elena watched as Robert’s smile widened, seemingly proud of himself. She raised an eyebrow. “What’s that look for?”

“You have a thing for plants?” he asked.

“Alright, I know it’s a bit… nerdy, or whatever, but yeah, I do. I like the smell of them when you’ve just watered them, and the reflections they make when the sun hits them in the right spot. They brighten up a room. There’s just something… comforting about them.”

“You really don’t need to defend yourself, Elena.” She liked the way he said her name. It was almost like he was testing it out for the first time. “I’m a bit like that with nature. My parents used to take me over to Wales every year on holiday, and we’d stay right in the heart of nature. Right on the coast. It was great.” He folded his arms, glancing over at John. “Aren’t you bloody done, yet?”

“You’re the one yappin’ on over there ‘bout God knows what, don’t have a chomp at Bonz!” Dave scolded, punctuated with a funky run of notes from his bass.

“Oh, shit,” Robert snorted, his face flushing where his sideburns faded out into a light beard. “Guess that’s me cue,” he said to Elena, a small boost of confidence overtaking him in the dawn of stepping in front of a band. “Oh, by the way, my last name is Plant. And I’ve been known to brighten up any room,” he teased with a boyish wink.

Elena couldn’t help but grin, as much as she tried to resist looking silly, as she watched him walk up to the mic stand.

If Robert didn’t feel some kind of pressure before, he certainly did now. He’d just bigged himself up in the most pretentious way possible, in his mind, by using his name. His bloody name! If he could, he would have slapped himself, right in the face. As he stood there, right in between his bandmates and the inquisitive gaze of Elena, he felt it brewing in the pit of his stomach. A certain drive. A metaphorical shove to let go. To show off. To submerge himself in the euphoria he called music. To do everything he’d admired his idols for for so long now. 

In this moment, he finally caught the essence by a fleeting blink of an eye, and he grasped it as firmly as he did the microphone, determined to never let it go.

Unsure of what she was expecting from the seemingly delicate, unruly-haired, sapphire-eyed young man in front of her, Elena sat on the edge of her seat as Robert exorcised such visceral sounds from his mouth. Unlike anything she’d ever heard. She watched as he got completely lost in the rhythm, shaking his curls around in time with each riff. 

The perfect combination of what she’d grown up on and what she’d recently ventured into.

It left her speechless; a big deal for someone like Elena, who rarely managed to keep her mouth shut. She had to distract herself, keep herself from acting like a babbling idiot before Robert even thought about asking her for feedback. So, whilst Robert helped John with some wires at the end of their session, Elena struck up a conversation with Paul, eager to know about his influences. But as much as she tried to focus on what Paul was saying, her eyes betrayed her mind, and made brief but definite glances at the singer on the drum-riser.

Robert bit onto his tongue as he concentrated on winding up one of the wires that had previously been connected to his microphone. John was busy complaining about how they had to make sure they left the room the way they found it, despite the state they found it in. They’d be blamed for it either way. Young, aspiring musicians were blamed for everything these days.

He made sure to nod along, but stayed entirely fascinated by Elena, making hidden glances over at her as she chatted with Paul. Her hair that struck him upon impact now became an accomplice to the rest of her; the two hours he’d been in her presence was enough for him to know he wanted to see more. He wanted to know her, learn from her. 

“Uh, Bonz’,” he interrupted John’s rant. He took another moment to succumb to the temptation Elena unknowingly laid out for him, her own cheeks adorned with faint dimples when she laughed. Finally able to tear his eyes from her, he looked at John. “Is, uh…” He nodded his head in the relative direction of Elena. “Is Elena gunna be around a lot, d’you think?” He tried to make his inquisition as casual as possible, nonchalantly hanging the wire in his hands up on one of the hooks behind the drumset. 

Whilst John Bonham enjoyed his off-peak ramblings, he wasn’t naive, and he most certainly wasn’t an idiot. This wasn’t the first time another guy had come up to him with a question about his childhood best friend, wondering if she was single, if they were a couple, or anything of that nature. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but it happened enough for him to recognise that tone and look in the eye of any man who asked about a woman with an underlying interest in getting to know her. 

He stood from his seat, stretching his back out with an exaggerated groan to cover up the smirk on his face. “If she’s not working, I should imagine she’ll be around us a lot,” he responded, watching intently at Robert’s reaction. But Robert knew he was being watched, and tilted his head in an attempt to cover his expressions with the curls atop his head. This’d be fuckin’ easier if my hair was long…

“You don’t have an issue with her bein’ around, do you?”

“No,” Robert answered immediately, lifting his head up to meet amused eyes. “Just… it was just a question,” he sighed, giving up as Elena appeared at the bottom of the drum-riser, smiling at John.

“Yep, almost done, El,” he responded to a silent question he knew she was about to ask. “What time you s’pposed to start your shift?”

“Five,” she answered, folding her arms and sending a comfortable smile over to Robert.

“What’d’ya think?” Robert asked, jumping down from the riser.

Elena’s smile widened, but her response was cut off before she could even begin.

“What do you mean, ‘what’d’ya think’?” John chuckled. “El loves anything I do, isn’t that right?”

“‘Ar Bon-Bon is clearly very modest,” Elena teased, sending John a wry grin before turning her attention back to Robert. She considered him for a second, the earlier elation settled in her chest for now, and she was able to respond with a coherent elegance. “Not bad, Plant.”

Robert answered with an equally elegant nod of appreciation.

“Right, all done, love,” John huffed, joining them. “Ready to go?” he asked Elena. She nodded with a hum of approval. “Same time next week, yeah?” John turned to Robert, offering a manly hug once again, which consisted of a half-hug and a slap on the back. Receiving confirmation, John fished out his cigarettes in preparation for the ride to Elena’s work.

Before leaving, Robert made sure to give Elena another gallant kiss on the cheek, letting her know it was nice to meet her. She responded in kind, giving his arm a small squeeze in the process.

And as he watched the dynamic duo leave, Robert found himself already restless for next week’s session, where he’d hopefully get to see Elena again.