#but usually its just random songs i feel like the sir was just scrolling through insta reels and chose whatever he was watching 😭😭

[youreyeson1y]

never thought i'd hear chk chk boom be played at our school field on the speakers but we gone done it lol

[vixenpen]

Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

[yukheisrosie]

Music School / Sehun Imagine!!

Length : 12535 + Words

Pairing : Sehun x Reader 

                        “I mean, it was good, for ‘cookie cutter pop star’ stuff.” 

                                             - a camp rock prompt I just HAD to write. 

“And you’re positive you want to do this?” Chanyeol asks, looking at the maknae. “You do know it’s gonna be hard to be- well; normal, right?” Just as he was gonna respond, Kai had came in with a flick to his ear.

“You shouldn’t scare him like that!” He exclaims. “If he wants to do this, he can.” He defends, “You can’t just tell him not to go to school.” The two had pulled Sehun aside to talk as all three of them were standing in front of the ‘Dunkook University School Of Music’ sign, and to be frank; It was more like two parents playing good cop - bad cop if anything.

“You guys have nothing to worry about.” Sehun reassures, looking at the hyungs about to rip each others faces off. He had to admit- he always loved the care the other members give him; but sometimes being babied over a long period of time could be a little too overwhelming. He wanted to explore outside of his abilities and try his hardest to improve on his dancing, singing, and rapping skills not just for himself- but for the fans too. And if going to school means he’d make that happen, then so be it. He was ready for anything.

Chanyeol looks over at the campus a few feet away from where they were standing before sighing and turning back to his friends. “I just don’t want you to be even more stressed out now that you’re taking in classes.” He explains. “You already have a lot of weight on your shoulders and you’re still too young to go through all of this.”

“I chose this life, hyung.” He reminds camly. “You have to remember I’m allowed to make my own decisions down the road.” He looks at Chanyeol’s worried expression before leaning over and pulling him into a hug, in which Chanyeol returns by resting his head on his shoulder in the process.

“We’ll both be here to pick you up.” Kai mentions after pulling him into a hug. He rubs his hands together for a bit of warmth before talking again. “I’m sorry again that the rest of the guys couldn’t be here; It just would’ve been too obvious if all of us went.” 

Sehun lets out a small laugh, reassuring that everything was okay. “I’m only gonna be gone for a few hours.” He points out. “It’s not like I’m enlisting into the army or anything.”

“Might as well.” Chanyeol mumbles and Kai just flicks the back of his head, having Chanyeol flinch in response. Sehun keeps his smile up, brushing aside the small bundle of nerves in him and pulling the both of them into one more hug before saying his last goodbye until they meet again.

“Oh wait!” Chanyeol says just as he was gonna enter the vehicle. He rushes back to Sehun and hands him a face mask. “Just in case.” He breaths. “I mean, you never know when you’re gonna need this.”

Sehun smiles down at the cloth in his hand before taking it. “Hyung, I already have one-” He tries to explain and Chanyeol sends one more smile his way, ignoring him and turning around, heading back into the car. Sehun shakes his head, waiting a little by standing on the pavement and watching the car drive until he could no longer see it.

Once he felt their presence disappear, he turns to face the school before him, sighing contently. He began fixing the straps on his back pack before walking up to the building.

Entering, he notices rushing students passing by each other, some with instruments to their side or guitars attached to them, some with nothing but a hopeful look on their faces, but nevertheless; to Sehun- they seemed like they knew what they were doing. Sehun couldn’t lie at the thought of feeling out of placed. There were so many people there starting from scratch that he felt he was rather taking the easy way out. But then again, everyone makes mistakes, and he’s just as human as anyone else there.

He walks up to one of the kiosks, leaning over to get his schedule. “Oh Se-hun” He says, looking at the girl who was behind the table. She looks over the papers in front of her, scrolling through each one individually. After finally finding his name, she holds the schedule up to hand to him, and meeting eyes. 

Sehun just sends a warm smile and her bored out expression from before soon turned into star struck. She opened her mouth, and Sehun squints his face a little in hopes she wasn’t gonna scream; but instead of waiting for her to fangirl, the boy takes the paper out of her grip.

“Thank you.” He bows and exits quickly down the hall, leaving the girl speechless. While walking around, he notices multiple stares from unfamiliar faces his way. The boy sighs, keeping his head down; taking the mask out of his pants pocket and wrapping it over his face. He holds his back pack straps closer to him before looking down at his schedule at the first class of the day.

“Fourty-One B.” He reads through the mask. He then looks up and around at the random numbered lettered rooms and it didn’t take him long to realize; he was on the wrong side of the building. Sehun sighs once more, looking at the time on his wrist watch.

“Fuck.” He curses slightly, now rushing past everyone and passing the kiosk from before to walk to the other side. After walking around for what felt like an eternity- Sehun slowly began to feel himself give up. He then takes out a school map he had taken earlier from aside the girl and opens it up.

His eyes scan from left to right, trying to find his location when someone had bumped into him, making him drop the paper. He leans down quickly to pick it up only to see a very scary looking dude in front of him afterwards. The guy just stares at him before laughing and shaking his head.

“Watch where you’re going next time, yeah?” He warns, walking away and Sehun did nothing but tighten his grip a little on his map, ignoring the negativity and continuing to mind his own business. He was there to learn and improve, not get into fights with people who were probably having a poopy day.

Once he finally reached his classroom, the boy enters inside and has almost the entire class and even the teacher look at him. His hands began to feel clammy and his heart began to beat fast. Sure he’s experienced having everyone look at him; but this felt incredibly different. He felt judged, and he hasn’t even spoken one word yet.

“First day?” The teacher asks, and the boy nods in response, unable to speak. The professor then smiles at the boy, stepping aside a little. “In this class we show our faces rather than hide.” He explains. “You have a name?”

Sehun blinks a little before snapping back into the moment, rushing to take his mask off. “Sorry, sir-” He apologizes, slowly unhooking the edges from his ears to reveal his full face.

“Oh Se-hun.” He introduces, bowing in a respective manner and trying his hardest to ignore the instant chatters and whispers that were now filling up the room. He didn’t dare to look at anyone but the teacher, standing up in a straight position.

The teacher just raises his eyebrows, slightly shocked at the idol and Sehun smiles a little at that.

“I knew we were gonna have a famous presence at this school- I just didn’t think I’d be the one to teach him.” He laughs. Sehun just stays in his position, before the teacher head motions him towards the rest of the class. “Take an empty seat anywhere.”

Sehun bows once more, now moving past the front row and up the stairs to the farthest cornered spot he could find. He sat down quickly, calming his speeding heart down by shaking his leg nervously and paying attention to the lesson.

The rest of the time in class was the longest time Sehun’s ever felt anxious. It seemed as if the low talkings from other people were getting louder, and he could’ve sworn he saw someone even take a picture. He wanted to put his mask on so badly, but had to restrain himself from doing so to obey the rules from the teacher. He just wished the time would go by faster, and when the bell rang to indicate class was over, Sehun didn’t hesitate to pack up his stuff and leave.

He lets out a few quick breaths before placing the now crumbled mask over his face again. Running a hand through his hair, Sehun takes out his headphones, plugging it into his phone and turning up the volume on whatever song was playing on shuffle. He looks at the time on his wrist and sighs. The day wasn’t even close to ending.

He finds himself walking around in his own thoughts and staring at the art of music notes along the walls; admiring its beauty. He slows down on his walking as he notices an open, empty music room filled with instruments. Looking around the halls and stepping in, Sehun takes off his mask and looks around in awe. He smiles to himself as he lets his hand run across a big grand piano in the center of the room.

He steps in front of it, pressing a few keys before playing a small melody Chanyeol had once taught him during one of their studio sessions. Sehun felt a little at ease as he plays the familiar song. It reminded him of the reason to why he was there in the first place and sort of gave him back that confidence boost to continue the day. One melody turned into another and soon Sehun found himself sitting down and playing one of EXO’s famous songs - ‘For Life.’ 

He hums along with the sound, mumbling the words even; when he was interrupted by a small cough.

Snapping back into reality, he lets out a frustrated sigh, angry at whoever ruined the moment. “Can’t a guy get some peace?” He almost yells, looking up from the instrument to see an awkward girl standing at the doorway. He looks at her before noticing it was the same girl from the kiosk.

 “Sorry-” She stutters, “I didn’t mean..Sorry.” She steps closer into the room and Sehun rolls his eyes. Usually he would be polite and humble, but considering how everyone was treating him, he couldn’t help but feel frustratingly overwhelmed.

“You said that already.” He says bluntly, resting his hands on his lap and the girl continues to look at him with wide, apologetic eyes. “Sorry-” She apologizes again. “I, uh-” She stops a little before coming in again. “Was that you? Playing?” She asks “You’re really good- It sounded different, coming from you.” She says quietly and Sehun continues to look at her before replying.

“Than my usual ‘stupid cookie cutter pop star’ stuff? Sorry to disappoint.” He huffs, and the girl was quick to step in. “You didn’t!” She reminds before turning awkward again. “I liked it.” She nods “I mean, it was good for ‘stupid cookie cutter pop star’ stuff.” She sends him a warm smile and Sehun couldn’t help but send one in return. He felt his anger slowly dying down and now he just felt plain mean.

“Wow.” He laughs. “You sure know how to make a guy feel better.” He comments and the girl just laughs along with before Sehun moves aside on the chair, patting the seat next to him. She looks at him with wide eyes again as Sehun laughs once more. “Come on.” He pats “I don’t bite- I promise.” He jokes a little, having the girl feel a bit at ease.

She just awkwardly makes her way to the piano and takes a seat next to him, tensing up a bit when she feels Sehun move close to the point where their legs were touching. She wanted to believe this was a dream, and that she wasn’t sitting next to EXO’s youngest member Sehun; But she decided to scream and jump later when all of this is done.

She had noticed Sehun’s anxious behavior after their encounter at the kiosk, and after noticing what happened in the class they just so happened to be in together- she could only imagine the ‘being left out’ feeling he was going through. So with that being said, she took it in her gut to maybe try and be friends with him; She just didn’t think it would turn out like this.

“What’s your name?” He asks, looking over at her, and seeing his features and hearing his voice that close up almost made her faint. He looked and sounded exactly like the pictures and videos- just in person and more clear. She looks at him in his eyes, smiling nervously.

“Y/N.” She introduces and Sehun stays quiet, smiling in return. He holds a hand out, infront of her before introducing himself. “Sehun.” He speaks and the girl just places her hand in his, shaking it gently; trying to push away the tingling feeling.

“I know.” She blurts out before having her cheeks turn a bright pink. “I mean- I know like- it’s obvious, and I mean, who wouldn’t know? You know?” She rushes through her explanation and Sehun lets out a small laugh, sending chills down her spine.

“None of what you just said made any sense.” He mentions and the girl lets out a nervous breath. The two look at each other, and it looked like Sehun was gonna make some sort of move, until they were both interrupted by the bell ringing throughout the halls.

Sehun doesn’t wait to stand up and grab his bag, wrapping both straps around his arms and placing his mask on. He looks down at the girl, offering a hand to help her up, and it wasn’t even a second later when she felt that tingling feeling again.

“Well, I should be going.” She says, brushing herself off and Sehun just stands close, nodding. “If I’m late to class, professor would literally kill me.” She laughs. Sehun looks at her, and she couldn’t help but be even more attracted at how good he looked in a mask. It was like every Sehun college AU coming to life.

“Before you get killed and all-” He eye smiles her way. “Do you think you could show me to my other class? You seem to know more about this place than I do.” He asks before cutting in again. “I mean, if not- I have my map” He laughs “I just thought, it’d be easier to you know- have someone next to me.”

The girl couldn’t help but feel butterflies before saying “Yes” rather quickly, having Sehun laugh once more. She just laughs along, but her smile slowly fades when she realized something.

“Wouldn’t people talk even more?” She questions “I’m pretty sure everyone knows who you are behind that mask.” She tried not to sound too rude and started to even regret what she had said as Sehun stares at her quietly.

He thinks a little, sighing and nodding before taking out his spare mask.

“That’s true.” He agrees, offering it her way. “So why don’t we pretend they don’t know together?” He asks, sending another eye smile through his mask and the girl looks down at the offering before grabbing it and wrapping it around her face.

“This is risky, no?” She asks and Sehun shrugs. “It’s school.” He says “They shouldn’t expect me to not have any friends.”

“What if we do get caught?” She then questions, feeling nervous herself. She looks up at the boy as they both stop in front of the door.

“Well then I guess it’s just a risk I’m willing to take.” He replies, looking down at her and the girl smiles to herself before following Sehun’s lead out into the halls.

Chanyeol and Kai wait outside at the same spot before Chanyeol claps his hands excitingly after seeing Sehun walking towards them.

“How was it?” Kai asks, placing a hand on his shoulder and Chanyeol pushes Kai off to have his turn by wrapping an arm around him. “Yeah,” He says “Was it how you pictured?” 

Sehun looks between the two elders and smiles to himself at the thought of the girl he had met. 

“Yeah.” The maknae nods, then looking up at Chanyeol. He just stops the two before continuing. 

“Remind me to buy another mask.” He nods, entering the back seat and Kai and Chanyeol look at each other confused before shrugging and heading inside after him.

[ampersandbastille]

∆ one of the best days of my entire life...again ∆

Alright. So. This time, my story comes in two parts, from two Bastille gigs. The first show (and part) Sunday September 10th, 2017 in Norfolk, VA has been commemorated in this video. It is very long, but there is a table of contents of sorts in the description, if you’d like to skip around. But here is the second piece of it, in its entirety in post form: On Thursday September 14th, 2017 in Philadelphia, PA, I saw my favorite band, Bastille, for the fourth time. And by the same, or another all-powerful grace of a god in the sky or the universe, I got to meet them again. (the first post of meeting them can be found here). Here is the story:

So again, if you’ll remember, I was not supposed to go to that Charlotte show when I then, somehow formally met them. Well this story starts very similarly. I had bought my ticket for this Philly show last minute upon deciding I could swing it as far as getting there and such goes. I had just enough money as well. I was lucky enough to buy a ticket at face value from a lovely mutual on twitter (i’m @bastilleaud there, by the way). A week prior to the show, this same mutual had also informed me that Radio 104.5 Philly was doing a contest called Beer Garden, which is a contest with the radio station where the band hangs out and plays in a small diner/bar an acoustic set, and following, there’s a meet and greet. I really wanted to try for it, just because it was not only a 21+ event, meaning less competition as far as other listeners playing goes, but I mean. A chance to meet my favorite band again? I HAVE to try. So all week, every day, I listened to the specified hours on the radio station. Four times a day, they read out a keyword and such and there would be a winner each hour. I failed miserably. I had given up hope after all of my attempts, but my mutual contacted me the day before, September 13th, and said they were giving ONE LAST CHANCE. So I thought meh, I won’t get it but I might as well try. I had work though, but this time they had people tweet them screenshots listening to their station at 1 pm, which was easy enough. I remember sending my tweet in and seeing there were already 78 replies.  I thought yeah no...no way that’s happening.

Then the craziest stroke of luck comes out of nowhere, again. Like an omen from above. Just insanity. I get a notification to my phone from a random person I don’t know, who had replied to a tweet, saying “Will there be any more chances?” I was confused. I scrolled up to see a tweet from radio 104.5, mentioning myself and like 5 or 6 others saying we had won. I was at work, children were about to come back into the classroom, and I was SHAKING. Basically, trying to hold in my emotions for the rest of the day. I still have no understanding as to how this craziness could happen to me, but here we are.

So the day comes. Literally, the next day. I drive up to Philly, somehow magically find a good parking space (after driving around aimlessly for a half an hour) next to the diner. Steph, who was my plus one, arrived. We waited outside of the diner to await the radio station and such. Before then, a different van arrives. Down the sidewalk and walking into the diner, waltz Charlie Barnes, Kyle Simmons, and Dan Smith (in that order I believe). What. We’re all just standing there like uhhh whoa? Okay? So the radio station arrives shortly after, and more people who had won the contest over the span of a week and a half or so.

So we get our wristbands outside and wait for probably ten or so minutes before we are allowed inside the bar/stage part of the diner. It felt like an eternity. We get inside and unfortunately from here on out, we were not allowed to take photo and video of the event. I lived in the moment, which was nice. The radio station has now posted the photos of it and our meet and greet photos, and I’ll add them here when I receive them. So we are all huddled around the stage, and Steph and I somehow got right up front, and I was standing about two feet from the stage. Like, I could see every detail on Dan’s face close. It was...whoa.

So to back track a little, before they come out, I saw the one, the only, Dick Meredith from across the room. And after we had become bffs in Norfolk and I told him I’d see him in Philly, he was like “OH hello! How are you, Audrey? Nice to see you!” Like. I love him. So I told him I was great, but very nervous, but he was like “Why? You aren’t the one performing!” and he laughed. “They’re just normal guys, love. I promise.” And honestly he was calming me down quite a bit, which is hilarious to me. Such a dad move. BUT he was busy so I let him do his job. He was looking at me from across the other side of the stage while they were performing by the way and just smiling at me, who was probably looking the happiest I’ve ever been like, ever.

So anyway. They come out. Dan’s keyboard is literally right in front of me, and I was towards the right side so Will was back behind on our side. But just as a reminder, this “stage” was TINY, so even though I wasn’t on Kyle’s side, he was still RIGHT THERE. Charlie was behind him, and Woody was sat in the middle. So they’re all setting up and we weren’t cheering for them to come out anymore, so it was kind of quiet. Dan did his usual “hello how ya doin” to fill in the silence and there were some random woos. But in my mind I’m like, uh they’re right there, just setting up, why can’t I just speak to them? So I blurt out “Dan, how’s your voice after Norfolk?” (he had lost his voice towards the end and was struggling throughout the show) and he looks at me so intently, just wow. He smiles and grits his teeth a little and replies, “Uhhh...we’ll see!” and everyone laughs. He was just so? A stupid amount of adorable, I don’t even know. And he was so beardy, which isn’t always like him to be. Seeing it up close was angelic. It’s lighter brown, almost ginger colored, and it seemed a bit too grown out for his comfort, as he was scrunching and furrowing his nose a little, maybe trying to itch his face a bit. Although I won’t describe each one of them too much to save y’all time, they all looked ANGELIC and just beautiful at that Beer Garden show. Just. Ahhh. Woody looked like a perfect well-rested angel, Will seemed genuinely excited while he was playing to us, Kyle...just. KYLE. And sir Charlie Barnes looking dapper as always.

In this order, they performed Send Them Off!, Blame, The Currents, and Good Grief. All acoustically. They were almost carbon copies of their bunker sessions versions of these songs, which just?!? WOW, were already my favorites like ever. But hearing them live. Whew. (and I know The Currents doesn’t have a bunker session, but it was basically what you would expect the bunker session of it to be). All just completely glorious masterpieces. After STO!, they all looked to each other and realized oh, what song are we doing next what the hell, like they weren’t super prepared or something? But it was pretty adorable. After Blame, there was some equipment readjustments and such, so there was some more quietness. I took another moment. “Kyle, I love your nail polish, it’s beautiful.” I HAD TO Y’ALL, I HAD TO. I needed him to know I love it, we love it, it’s just pretty okay. He looks to me, gets this huge freakin smile on his face, teeth and all, and waves his black-polished fingers up showing them off, and batting his eyelashes. Dan immediately busts into laughter, and Kyle just blurts out “Thank you!” to me before they begin The Currents. I still don’t know why other people weren’t just being chill and feeling comfortable enough to speak to them but hey, I couldn’t help myself.

So they finish up the entire performance, and again it was incredible and I was in shock that I had even witnessed it. One of the radio djs comes on stage and explains that we all have to move back towards the other end of the bar to make a line to meet them when they come back out. So being towards the stage, we ended up being one of the first in line. Standing, in order, were Woody, Dan, Kyle, and Will. Again, I had wished Charlie would join them for meet and greet, but yaknow. So they put us into groups of four and five to save time, and in my group, I was the first to walk through. I surprisingly was still able to kinda take my time to speak with them all.

So Woody was first, and AGH I cannot say this enough, he is such an angel. He said “Hello, how are you?!” before I could even say hi, with a beautiful grin on his face, and once again, he’s such a cuddly hugger. Just, makes you feel safe and at home? Ouch, my heart. I quickly said “You were wonderful today!” And he smiled and said “Aww thank you so much!” and then I saw an antsy bouncing Dan out of the corner of my eye, waiting for me. So I immediately reach my arms out and he says “Helloooo!” excitedly. “How are you?” AGH. And after our hug (which once again, was so glorious and he smells heavenly), I made it a point to say something important to him. Of course there are a billion things I could say, but I wanted to make sure he knew these things specifically, whether they came from me or not. As he is looking intently and eagerly into my eyes, I’m almost shaking because he’s like, piercing my soul? Wow. I wrote down everything that happened afterwards so I could remember, and I’m so glad I did. Anyway, so i said “I love you Dan, but please take care of yourself, okay? I was there at Norfolk and heard you struggling. Give yourself and your voice a break when you can, alright?” And he just. He basically melted. As I spoke, it appeared as if he was tearing up, which was startling. But like, if heart eyes were in real life, they would’ve been his. And he smiled so big. “Awww man, it’s so hard to take a break while on constant tour!” and he giggled, and grabbed my arm, but then genuinely and more seriously said “Thank you SO much.” And I just blurted out before I KNEW I would get pushed through, “If you need another three years to get another album done and take an actual break, I will wait, we will wait!” And he just balls his hand into a fist over his chest cutely and goes “Awwww, babe!” And I just. Agh. I nearly melted into the floor.

Next up. Kyle Simmons. My dearest and most cherished angel on earth. Whew. So I had already noticed while waiting in line he had looked at me, looked away, but then looked back as if he had recognized me? I wasn’t sure. But I was nervous to say the least. He smiles familiarly when he sees me and says “HellOOO” rather than just “Hello!” like I DON’T KNOW. So I go in. To hug him. He has his arms reached out, his long noodley arms. A MAN. AND HE JUST. He leans into my face before he does my body for a hug. And he kisses my cheek. Like. Just goes and smooches me. Right above my lips, by my nose too. So I could feel his damn facial hair on my lips and just. I was so caught off guard, y’all. And so we hug and I hold on probably a bit longer than security wanted me to at this point (they were already side eyeing me) and I say “Hey so, we’ve met, do you remember me at all?” and he just looks into my damn eyes and says “Yeah, yeah, we met earlier this year right?” Which yes. We did. So I go, “Yeah um, I was that embarrassing girl who asked to touch your facial hair?” and he laughed and said “I remember! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” And so I say, “Sorry about that, yikes.” And he was like “No no don’t be!” and giggled. I wanted to ask him about the tweet about me asking him on a date that he replied to but security literally was like “KEEP IT MOVING.” I had more interaction with him just before we were pushed out of the diner as well.

So then William Farquarson. A damn man if I ever saw one. I had just met him a few nights ago and no joke, he was one of the first people to wish me a happy birthday when I met him outside the buses (I was the only one who got to meet Will that night oops, he swerved everybody else). And he hugged me and we chatted and it was just glorious. So I said “Hello again, Will!” and he smiled shyly and said “Hello, nice to see you again!” And I immediately just kinda blurted, “You look great today, and you sounded amazing on Blame!” which, he really DID. And he smiled and said “Thank you!” and his voice got kinda high when he said you, like he was excited to get a compliment, aw aw aw. So then I hear the radio people be like GET IN FOR THE PHOTO PEOPLE GEEZUS. So I immediately cuddle into Kyle and stand between him and Will. And Stephannie was in between Dan and Kyle, I was so happy that we each got to be between two members. We were lucky. So here comes the interesting part.

Before we are all pushed away, Dan taps me on my arm and kinda tugs my shirt and I’m like WHA. And he says “Hey, thank you so much for saying that, don’t worry about me okay? I’m great!” And smiled so genuinely. My actual heart. Ouch. Now, there was one more interaction I had with Kyle as well before we were pushed away, but I’m going to keep that to myself (please don’t hate me) only because it’s kinda personal and also I’d like to keep that lil bit of the day for myself.

Stephannie and I get outside and just. On the sidewalk, I just sit down and I’m like “WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!!??” And Steph is like “Girl what happened?!!” So we just sat there and told each other everything that happened and freaked out as calmly as we could on a public sidewalk. So we’re out there, and Dick comes out. And he sees me kinda sprawled out on the sidewalk like a weirdo. So I of course have to go chat with my bff again. Ha. Steph and I also wanted to give him a flamingo necklace too just as our long running joke, and he just immediately lets me “knight” him with it. But anyway, when I first saw him I’m like “Hey! AHH!” and he just laughs and is like “How was it?!” and I fangirl as calmly as possible to him and he’s just going “Awwww” and “Awww, love.” the whole time. And I hug him and I’m just like “Thank you so much for everything you do, I know I keep saying it but I really mean it.” and he melts much like Dan did aw aw and just grabs me into a huge hug and kisses the top of my head and holds me so kindly just. And he says “Love you, darling.” Like okay, sorry, but Dick Meredith and I are best freaking friends now and I don’t care what you SAY.

So the guys start coming back out to file into the van and Charlie just jumps on in right in front of me and I was like “Bye Charlie!” and one of the tour crew members was helping him in and he was laughing at Dick and I. And so I just go “Sorry, I’m Dick Meredith’s biggest fan, ya know?” And Dick laughs and just says “Hey, you should be his fan too!” and I was like I AM I AM and I hug the guy haha and I just kinda blurt out without thinking “Okay real talk, you all have one of the most attractive tour crews I’ve ever seen, it’s ridiculous.” and the tour guy BLUSHES SO HARD and is like “I’m so flattered! Thank you!” And Dick is just laughing at himself. And me. I don’t even know. But we continue chatting and the rest of Bas file into the van in front of the one Charlie got into, and I just wave hopelessly and say bye and they smile and wave and say see you later. And Dick was like “I know I’ll run into you again a bunch later, bye love!” and he hops in.

We have a few hours before the show, so Steph and I take an Uber to the venue to wait. We knew we weren’t getting barricade or anything which was fine, so we hopped in the line where it was, which wasn’t too bad. We were probably 6 or so rows from the barricade when we got inside. Once doors open, we file in and get our spots. Frenship eventually comes on, and I was so excited to see them perform again. They put on an incredible show once again, and since it was their last show opening for Bastille, that damn triangle band (minus will and charlie) came out and joined them for their last song, 1000 Nights (which is my favorite of theirs at the moment). Kyle came out on Woody’s shoulder’s in a Frenship tee, and Dan came out in their sweatshirt (which I now own, and I am totally obsessed with, it’s so comfy). Dan played drums behind Celeste, and was just laughing from afar at the craziness of Kyle and Woody. Kyle eventually got off of his shoulders and was playing the banana shaker and Woody played a drum. I tweeted out some video of it here: https://twitter.com/bastilleaud/status/908493772320919552

Then of course Bastille come out and commence their show, which happens as per usual and by its usual schedule and setlist of this tour. Just a couple exciting moments I’ll hit on: Towards the beginning, I yelled out for Kyle, “HI KYLE!” and he looks out, sees me almost immediately, mouths “You!” and points to me. I just blow kisses at him like a crazy person, and he does it back so cutely oh my, and everyone around me was like who even is this girl. And he does a silly finger point at me before he starts playing the next song. Another time, I just yell “WOOO!” I don’t even remember what it was at to be honest, and I look to Kyle and he’s pointing at me again. Like. WHY. After Dan had asked Julia about the story of her sign (about how she had totaled her car on her way to philly, poor bby), he asked if anyone else had any stories and I just raise my hand immediately I DON’T EVEN KNOW and Dan just, out of everyone there yelling at him, somehow sees me and points “You! You have one?” And is smiling like? Did he recognize me? I don't know. But I yell out, “I WAS JUST AT YOUR SHOW IN NORFOLK AND IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY, MY FRIENDS HELD UP THOSE EMBARRASSING SIGNS!” and he laughed, and then goes “Wait, this is probably SO interesting to everyone else here.” And laughs at himself. Like hey Daniel, maybe everyone DID want to hear my story (no they definitely didn’t but it’s fine hahaha). I could feel Kyle staring at me and I caught him right before he looked away and that noodle winked at me like, excuse you. Kyle was looking at me quite a few times I noticed throughout the show, which I was surprised by because I was farther back this time but I wasn’t complaining, believe me.

So I won’t detail every single bit of the show because y’all know how their shows go typically. And they were amazing, as usual. I will say though, Dan sang “he” and “Won’t Trump stop firing up the crazies?” during The Currents and I was SO DAMN EXCITED about that, lemme tell ya. Also during Flaws, it was funny because the entire time I was like hey I wanna say hi to Dick again rather than freak out over Dan this time. Dick basically had to keep Dan from jumping off the damn balcony during Two Evils, I was nervous, to be honest. Bless Dick Meredith and his difficult job.

Afterwards, Stephannie and I wanted to go get Frenship merch, and the table was just completely surrounded for Bastille merch. James and Brett came through one of the sets of double doors just casually and Steph and I flagged James down and we were like “Uh hey, where’s your guys’ merch?!” because we couldn’t see it hanging on the wall at all. And he seemed so genuinely surprised and excited we wanted merch. He was like “I’m not sure, but hey you really want some merch?!”...I was like YES BABE WE LOVE YOU DUH. So he literally leads us over to the way other side and gets behind the counter, and was asking the merch guys to come help us, and they were being major asses to him (and us). So Steph and I are like, it’s fine, we’ll wait over here on the other side of the table. And James was like “I would give you some for free, but I keep getting in trouble for that!” Like what a cutie. So we’re waiting waiting waiting and this older man from the other part behind the table was looking to us and was like “Are you guys waiting for Frenship merch?” and we were wondering why he was asking, and figured he was waiting too. And we’re like “yeah, we’re just waiting!” and he looked bothered by that. But James was chatting with us again while we were waiting so it was all good, like a whole manner of things, I can’t remember it all. But he was so friendly just like asking us about what we do and everything. He keeps being asked for photos though so we let him go. So finally this older gentleman again asks, “What merch do you guys want?” when he was up at the front of the one line. And Steph and I were again confused, but we were like “We wanted the sweatshirts!” and he goes “What sizes?” No joke y’all. This man bought us our merch and we were like “Wait no no sir we cannot possibly accept that!” and he just has this huge smile on his face and points to James (who’s talking to some fans still) and says “Please let me, I’m his dad.” So. James’ freaking dad bought us our Frenship sweatshirts. I honestly melted. We hugged him and thanked him a billion times and I felt so bad. I asked James if I could give him anything and he was like “No no no!” and I was like honestly your dad is the cutest human being wow?!??? And he was like I KNOW.

Then we decide to wait outside for the guys again, just because. Dan came over and said hi twice, took a big group photo, but they were all super drunk so they filtered them onto the buses and left. Stephannie and I drove back to her hotel when I noticed Dick freaking legend himself Meredith had followed me on Instagram. Just. Yes. BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE I SWEAR TO YOU. I didn’t say this on Twitter, but we actually have chatted through Insta DMs a few times but I don’t want to divulge everything we talked about, just because I would feel bad after gaining his trust doing that. But basically we were just casually chatting and he wanted to make sure I was safe and got home alright. He asked if I was going to the Atlanta show and he was sad when I told him I couldn’t, and he wanted to help me get there, what a sweetie. But again, AGH I wish I could say everything. I don’t know. Please don’t hate me. Just know he is so genuine and kind and wanted to make sure I was alright and such.

Does this end my story? I believe so. If I remember other things, I’ll have to edit and add later. I’ll add the photos as soon as I have them! Otherwise, thank you for reading. I am so blessed, truly. ∆