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foxes-that-run · 7 months

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MH cried on stage about haylor?? I need to see this give me link

The TLDR is that the meltdown video: ramps up at 3:49, there is also this tumblr post by someone who was there about it and this news about it.

Maylor/Haylor storytime with too much info

Matty Healy's villain origin story is that he’s a nepo baby “Artiste” that was passed by the major labels. Meanwhile Harry grew up nearby and was signed for £20m by a major label off a TV show. MH has been low key obsessed with Harry, eventually dated his girlfriend, dumped her and she said she had temporary insanity. He said they never dated in 2014, doing so would be emasculating and he released a HS diss track at the time. In 2024 he said TTPD does not reflect the relationship they had.

MHs parents are actors Tim Healy and Denise Welch, overseas 1D fans may know his mum from this Loose Women interview with 1D. His parents had a messy public divorce covered in Tabloids.

1999 - When his mum was featured on This is Your Life, in this clip, 10 year old Matty said he wanted to be "a popstar and top class musician" with his mum looking tense.

2002 - the 1975 was formed with school friends in Manchester, it will be 10 years before they have success.

2009 - 1975 met and was unsigned by every major label. Their manager formed an independent label and signed them for £20.

2010 - One Direction is formed on X-Factor with Harry, 5 years younger also from Cheshire, 30 minutes drive from Mattys hometown of Wilmslow, both near Manchester. 1D becomes a national sensation and sign a £1m record deal with a major label.

2011 - One Direction continues to grow with the X-Factor tour, records Up All Night and starts their own tour.

2012 - What Makes You Beautiful is #1 in 16 countries including the UK and US. Harry starts dating Taylor Swift and the world loses it's mind over them and the band.

2012 - December - Halsey posts "That Haylor Song" on Tumblr which went viral, it mocks I Knew You Were Trouble

2013

2013, February - 1975 get their first top 20 song, Chocolate that reaches #19 (Teenage Kicks was on #6 in the same chart, on it's way down from #1).

2013, September 3 - Harry tweeted that he downloaded the self-titled 1975 album. Matty Healy told an interviewer that he went from 4k followers to 15k followers in 10 minutes. Matty said they became mates, he texted Harry to thank him. The 1975 covered What Makes You Beautiful:

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2013, December 28 - Halsey posted to Tumblr photos with Matty Healy and in a hotel room with him, saying "Matty and I got close this year which was amazing"

All fab, or so it seems.

2014

2014 - January - Halsey starts writing about Matty Healy, later in 2014 she said she went to a concert and met him

2014, February - Taylor finishes 1989, Harry and Taylor start dating again and seem to for the rest of the year.

2014, March 20, fallout boy shares this photo of Matty Healy, fallout boy and 1d minus Harry to instagram captioned “London hangs.” I don’t know when the photo with Harry is from, the jacket is St Laurent 2014 and it first appeared on live journal June 2014. Harry wore the coat again in September.

2014, March - MH plays call or delete with Harry's BFF Nick Grimshaw and calls Niall and Harry, he says he has Niall’s number because he is writing a song for one direction and that he had never spoken to Harry before (but had his number and Harry recognised his voice and/or just would know Nick had the show on and who was on it.) MH asks to borrow £5k and Harry agrees. Harry probably knew he was on Nick Grimshaw.

2014, April - his mum says MH is writing a song for 1D and talks about Anne.

2014, April 24 - Halsey covered a 1975 song.

2014, May - Halsey writes about her hand in Matty's curls.

2014, May 8 - One Direction record Change Your Ticket in Fasano Hotel, the TV Special includes footage (2:12) of Julien and Niall figuring out the lyrics and melody in Rio De Janeiro. The band then toured

2014, May 24 - One Direction and the 1975 both play the Glasgow Big Weekend, though 1D fly in for just their show they are then in London.

2014, July - Anne tweets Denise with a throwback photo

At some point they play Change Your Ticket for Matty who Later said:

“They got me in and they said, ‘We really like your band. Would you write a song for us?’,” Matt revealed to Spin. “[But] they didn’t seem to be actually that interested. They just wanted to play me this song that they said was really, really inspired by us.", “Listen guys, fill your boots, the song doesn’t sound that much like ‘Girls’. But the guitar and the whole vibe of it is a complete lift, So take the guitars off and we’re good." “It would have been a bad 1975 song.”

2014 - October 27 - 1989 released. On the same day Halsey's debut 93, about Matty Healy also is released.

Taylor says to Rolling Stone that her publicist has said a relationship is not a good idea:

‘How long do we have on the clock — before something comes along and puts a wrench in it, or your publicist calls and says this isn’t a good idea?'” (bless you @cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim)

2014 - October 29 - Halsey gives an interview on the All Things Go podcast where she says she had met Matty. She talked about her debut single 93 and Matty Healy, she has posted to Tumblr indicating they were dating.

2014 - November 8 - Matty Healy wears a 1989 T-Shirt, Taylor likes a Tumblr post about it.

2014 - November 17 - FOUR comes out with Change Your Ticket including the 1975-esq guitar. In the Four Hangout Harry says "well done Tyler" (32:25) and Niall adds "your Boyfriends back", Liam adds "Your gonna get in trouble" Tyler is Taylor's name I n the Man video, the 1D band had rhyming or celebrity code names for themselves that they used in interviews (Harry = Susan Boyle, Zayn = Wayne)

2014 - November 19 - Harry, Taylor & Selena go to a 1975 concert together. This is often cited as the Maylor starting point, Harry was there and called her boyfriend by Niall 2 days before. Taylor posts a video of her, Selena and Harry is briefly seen. Video of Taylor and MH backstage.

2014 - November 28 - unverified rumour that Taylor was seen in an SUV at Chattanooga near the 1975 concert. She was in London 30th

2014 - December 2 - Harry and Taylor at Victoria's Secret After party and leave together in London. First time Style performed.

2014 - December 4 - Taylor at a 1975 concert in NYC, last till 2023. 1D in London, appeared on Graham Norton. Rumours Taylor dating Matty. he tweets they got his name wrong.

2014 - December 6 - Taylor has laryngitis at Jingle Bell Ball. Matty Healy does this on stage in Boston, crying and yelling at the audience:

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8 December - Blind "The B- list celebrity offspring of two of the worst celebrity parents ever has been hooking up the past few weeks with the lead singer of the band that Taylor Swift loves. Apparently they sent Taylor a pic of themselves naked in bed together." (Ali Lohan (Dina and Michael)/Matty Healy “The 1975″)

2014 - December 9, after Twitter ran with the meltdown, coupled with Matty being linked to Taylor who the band knew to be with Harry. They go on more Four promo. One Direction was not getting on, Harry had broached the topic of the Hiatus a few weeks earlier. They appear on RTL in the Netherlands. Liam seems drunk and makes a beard joke at Harry.

24 December - Tabloid media about Ali Lohan/MH

And that's the end of the 2014, interaction, between Matty appearing in the 1989 t-shirt and the meltdown was 1 month, and Harry and Taylor were seen together in that time. Taylor did go to one 1975 concert without Harry, 2 days before Matty melted down.

13 December Taylor tweets asking the media to stop accusing her of dating her friends (kk & MH)

In this time Matty was also smoking heroin, from the New Yorker in May 2023:

In 2014, amid the early rush of fame and steady touring, Healy began smoking heroin, the only substance he found that could pull him down from the stratosphere. It was a secret, for a while; then the band staged an intervention. Healy resisted: he was the star, and the rest of them would have to get on board.

2015, November - Matty said to the Guardian:

On 6 December, onstage in Boston. “There was girl stuff,” he says. “There was family stuff. There was financial stuff. There was drug stuff. I remember hearing the crowd and having an identity crisis. I thought: ‘If you want to see a show, I’ll give you a fucking show. If you’ve come to see the jester drink himself into a slumber, I’ll give it to you.’ I felt like I’d become an idea as opposed to being a person.” At one point, a fan shouted, “I love you, Matty!” He’s ashamed of his response. “What did I say to the poor fucking girl? ‘You don’t have the right to love me. You don’t know me. I love you but you don’t get to love me.’ Jesus. Can you imagine your favourite band shouting that at you? What a dickhead. What a horrible thing to say to a kid who fucking does love me.”

2015

2015 - January - Matty also does this interview where he says it was all fake that he dated Taylor and there is noone in the world he knows less than Harry Styles

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2015 - February 26 - Taylor pictured hugging Nick Grimshaw, Harry’s BFF, next to Matty Healy at the 2015 Brit awards after party. Harry was in Australia, he and Taylor had broken Up and this is the night she met and seemed to immediately start dating Calvin Harris’s until June 2016

2015 - April - Matty Healy and sources close gives a lot of interviews saying he is angry about Change Your Ticket and that One Direction stole the 1975's sound.

19 July 2015 - Matty Healy dates Halsey after she goes to a 1975 concert who shares the above instagram photo

2015- Matty starts dating model Gabriella Brooks, who he dates until 20 February 2019

Love Me

2015 - October - 1975 Love Me came out which is a rather direct Harry diss:

the lyrics reference Blank Space "Rumors Fly": "You've been reading about yourself on a plane".

"caught up in fashion, Karcrashian panache" a style reference and a diss to Kendall

music video where Matty makes out with the cardboard cutout of a 17 year old Harry Styles.

on stage he copies Harry's dancing in this song.

In the BTS Matty says "I just wanted to make a video that was about some kind of sexually confused rockstar type that who buys into his own nonsense really"

he also wore Chelsea looking boots and pointed them out in the BTS

Matty said he got permission from the celebrities, but also added that he did not plan to make out with Harry's. Meaning Harry did not give permission for how his cut out was used.

2016

2016, March to Q Magazine, (and widely reported) Matty said:

“I feel like I’m not very good at relationships,” he’d said, and I wondered why. Healy explained the jumble of reasons – insecurity, self-obsession, a fear of misrepresentation. Was it also, I asked, a fear of losing himself? He nodded. “Absolutely. And the reason I mention that is because if I had [properly] gone out with Taylor Swift the first thing I would’ve [thought was] ‘Fucking hell I am NOT being Taylor Swift’s boyfriend.’ You know, FUCK. THAT.” Then he had added an afterthought: “That’s also a man thing, a de-masculinating, emasculating thing.”

In 2016 Matty was dating Gabby and they posted to instagram a lot, like this photo of them at Coachella together in 2016. They seem happy and committed, they dated for another 3 years. He toured the whole year, (dates) South East Asia January, UK/Europe March - April. Coachella 24 April (they were in Canada on the 29th) then US & Canada until July. Back to SE Asia & UK in August, South America in September, US again in October with shows every other night.

12 November 2016 - to the Guardian Matty again mocks Haylor, with a reference to Hobama, also confirming they didn't even kiss:

"Did he have any relationship with her, I ask in my best Ken Starr voice. “No.” Sex? “No.” Did you kiss? “No.” So why the huge hoo-ha? “She came to a show and we hung out. We fancied each other, but then we couldn’t have it go any further, because it would be like going out with Barack Obama.” He says there was nothing misogynistic about his comments, he was simply being honest: he didn’t like the prospect of two giant egos clashing and him coming off second best."

2017

They continued touring constantly, (dates) Uk/europe January, February. South America March, April. US/Canada April - July.

2017 - November - Matty went to Rehab, they didn't tour till 2019. Matty was still dating Gabby.

I'm skipping ahead a few years, Matty brings Taylor and Harry up alot, like in random interviews with Zane Lowe, Nick Grimshaw etc. But the vibe is often separating him from success. I wonder if he is also reminding others he knows them.

12 April Harry maybe shades Matty in his Rolling Stone Interview:

I had a really nice upbringing. I feel very lucky. I had a great family and always felt loved. There’s nothing worse than an inauthentic tortured person. ‘They took my allowance away, so I did heroin.’ It’s like – that’s not how it works. I don’t even remember what the question was.”

In May Taylor and Joe went public, dated till 2023.

September- Harry posted that he liked it when the 1975 covered What Makes you Beautiful. Matty responds saying "you. are. peng"

2019

2019 - February 19 Matty breaks up with Gabriella Brooks, who he dated since 2015.

3 January - MH asks to produce Harry's next album… via twitter…. and says Harry has blocked him.

4 October - Matty Healy interview where he says he wants to produce Taylors record (said about Harry earlier the year) and went on to say 'that taylor swift song about supporting gay people, when it came out we already knew that."

2020

2020, January 20 - Matty starts dating FKA Twigs, they dated until 2022

2020, February Taylor, Joe and Matty are at the NME Awards:

Healy said: “I went over to her. I was like, ‘Taylor, we need to make the record.’ No, I didn’t. She said hello to every single person. Obviously it’s Taylor Swift so everyone was saying hello. “She was just stood behind me. I mean, I haven’t seen Taylor in years so it was actually a really nice room. But it, unfortunately, wasn’t the time for me to pitch my post-rock Joni Mitchell project to [her].”

2022

2022, June 7 - Matty breaks up with FKA Twigs who he dated since 2020

Collaboration with Jack Antonoff

2022 - 5 January - 14 February - he works with Jack Antonoff. The band did not work with Jack before 5 January 2022. On 5 January they were in Real World Studios (i.e. not Electric Lady with Jack) and the record was complete by 14 February 2022. It is an album made to be played live and Jack did not write lyrics, under 6 weeks is about right. There are rumours of a collab which Matty both says it is fake news he worked on Midnights and then that he did but it wasn't used. Taylor never acknowledged.

2022 - 27 March DM Story Jack had an argument with FKA Twigs who was dating Matty after the Oscars.

2022 - midnights comes out, no 1975 collab.

2022, December - Matty starts dating model Charlotte Bliar D'Alessio. they had been dating 'for weeks' and date until the end of March.

2023

2023 - 12 January - Taylor performs anti-hero and The City at 1975 concert, multiple rumors Harry was also there: x, x, x

2023 - 15 January - MH invites HS to perform, H declines. MH makes inappropriate comments accusing Harry of Queerbaiting.

2023 - 11 February blind item:

2023 - March - Reps for Matty Healy's girlfriend Meredith says

“She did not see this coming at all. All the time Matty was in the studio with Taylor, she thought nothing of it. He’d spend the day in the studio and then come home to her. “Things were going well until around March 29 then, out of the blue, he stopped replying to messages and calls. “He just ghosted her and that was it. Then, four weeks later, he went public with Taylor.

2023 - March/April/May/June - Taylor touring the US. The 1975 touring Latin America in March, Asia and Australia in April and May, Europe in June. The only times they would have seen each other are the handful of times they were photographed.

2023 - 14 March - MH spotted with Dasha, said he was bad in bed and TS thing ended.

2023 - 10 April - Taylor and Joe's separation press release. MH delete socials said:

"everything happens in eras. The 1975 is a very eras band. The era of me being a f***ing a***hole is coming to an end. […] I can’t perform off the stage any more.”

2023 April 14 - MH cries on stage in I always wanna die, and puts his head in his hands during Love it if we make it in Sydney. Saying “You changed all the words on my set list to rude words,” he says, pointing off-stage, before admitting the culprit is “trying to cheer me up because I’ve been going through a bit”. Covered in news

2023 April 24 - MH introduces 'She's American' in Tokyo with: "When I picture it, there's like three places I picture people listening to it, there's Manchester, Pennsylvania, that’s a whole other thing don’t worry about that and Tokyo” 1975 was formed in Manchester. Matty and Harry are from nearby Wilmslow or Cheshire respectively.

2023 - May 3 - TS & MH mouth "this is about you, you know who you are. I love you" on stage. Before cardigan, a song Taylor wrote for Harry referencing Falling.

2023 5 May - MH at Eras tour, Sparks Fly and Teardrops on my guitar. He joined Phoebe Bridges on stage.

2023 6 May - OOTW/Fifteen. MH attends again

2023 11 May - MH and Taylor hold hands in NY

2023 12 May - Gold Rush & CBBH, Philli. MH on stage at Eras in skeleton costume. MH and Taylor at group dinner hold hands.

2023 13 May - TS This Love, no intro/Forever and Always (Philli) MH attends eras and seen with Scott Swift.

2023 15 May - Taylor leaving Electric Lady with MH

2023 16 and 18 May - Matty carries a bag to and from Taylor’s NY apartment, she’s seen at electric lady earlier in the day.

May - blinds about MH saying something shocking about Beyonce, shocking porn habits after podcast, hooking up with underaged girls, calling Andrea names, abuse of violent porn stars he watched. (referring to these comments in Adam Friedland podcast - DM link.) double down on racist comments because T doesn't care.

2023 24 May - People reports Taylor kissed MH at Zero bond, no photos of them arriving, no photos allowed in club. Last time reported to be seen together. 50 days since his ex said they were good.

2023 27 May - during the Radio 1 Big Weekend at Glasglow, a broadcast event, Matty Healy acted unusually and said "Try romanticising your life for a job, see how you like it". This section is cut from the BBC's official video of About You. Harry was also in Scotland in Edinburgh. Matty opened the show (wearing a lab coat he took off) with an apparent acknowledgement that the relationship wasn't sincere:

“Is it all a bit? Is it sincere? Will he ever address it?” he asked. “All of these questions and more will be ignored in the next hour. Ladies and gentleman, this is The 1975.”

2023 June 5 - MH break up reported by TMZ later confirmed no longer speaking. People:

"She had fun with him, but it was always casual," a source confirmed to PEOPLE on Monday. "They are no longer romantically involved." "They were never boyfriend-girlfriend or exclusive and were always just having fun," another insider tells PEOPLE. "There is no drama, and who knows what could happen again. It was a good time and ran its course."

2023 August 16 - MH back with the girl he dumped in March for …. That.

2023 September - Matty starts dating Gabby who he is still with.

I have no idea what happened in 2023, but I think the blind about him hating H is correct.

2024 February 15 - MH said on stage “Do not come for me. Trust me. You know who I’m talking to. Honestly, you know who you are. I’m as mental as I seem. I have the receipts. Don’t f**k with me. Trust me.”

2024 6 June to us weekly

“He loves the attention it’s brought to him, [but] he also thinks it’s hilarious because at no time [were they] ever serious,” the friend claims. Healy’s pal adds that the musician was “completely blindsided” by TTPD’s “lyrical content,” especially Swift’s allusions to her and a love interest discussing marriage and children. “For her to be saying things about baby carriages … and living together — he says it had never even come up,” the friend says.

#Haylor #maylor #taylor swift #matty healy

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f0point5 · 2 months

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The best part is Kika has repeatedly said she isn’t a Taylor Swift fan too😂

Though can’t blame her bc as a fellow non Taylor Swift fan (not hater just simply isn’t my music style) I too went to a Taylor Swift concert when I got offered free good tickets

I go to events that I don’t care about when I get invited too haha and honestly to sit there and listen to some music for a couple of hours in the VIP section it’s a low effort thing. It’s not like being invited to go and stand in the pit or something haha.

But at the same time if someone said “are you a Halsey fan” the answer is no but if my bf said hey do you want to come to a Halsey concert I could definitely go and bop along for a couple of hours and know the words to one or two songs.

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stardustbarbarians · 4 months

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Feet First, Don't Fall

A Daniel Wagner / Samuel Kiszka fic

Summary: Before a set, Danny and Sam blow off some steam.

Tags: fluff, younger Sam and Danny, shenanigans

Trigger Warnings: drug use (weed)

Words: 9.3 k

Author's Note: Heyyyyyyyyyyyy I'm back. So, this one has been in the works for about half a year and I'm super proud of it. If y'all remember back in like 2022, Shadow said that he was told to keep an extra close eye on Danny and Sam because they have a tendency of trying to run away, this fic was inspired by that. Another note: Sam and Danny are, like, 19ish in this. As usual, this fic is dedicated to @ofthecaravel because she was my biggest cheerleader for this fic <3. Title taken from Halsey's Roman Holiday. As always, please enjoy! <3

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Sam was fucking tired. Not physically, of course; the three espresso shots flowing through his veins made sure of that. But, this was the fifteenth show they had played in the past month. Mentally and emotionally, he was trucking along on E, and even the fumes he was running on were starting to get stale. There were only so many times he could play Highway Tune before he wanted to bite through the strings of his bass.

Currently, the four of them were lazing about in the makeshift green room of the festival they were about to play. It was a white tent with clear plastic cut-outs to mock the sanctity of a window. The tarp did not breathe at all and there was only so much that the small opening at the front could do. Sam could feel the hair at the back of his neck sticking to him, making him want to scrape all of his skin off his bones and throw it into the wash. He was trying his best to stay his heat stroke with a crude fan he folded out of a printed out drink menu, laying bonelessly across three folding chairs.

He felt rather than saw when Daniel came up to him, kneeling down next to him. Sam wasn’t exactly sure why, but he was always finely tuned to be aware of Danny whenever they were in proximity of one another. It was like his own personal, internal Danny-Radar.

“Hey,” Danny leaned over to Sam, his brushed out curls tickling the skin of Sam’s arm.

Sam wasn’t at all startled by the intrusion on his dramatized suffering. The bassist just lazily opened his eyes to find that Danny was leaning over him, a glimmer of mischief flickering in those rich amber eyes. Sammy glanced down momentarily to see there was a smirk playing across Danny’s lips. Sam knew that look, it meant he was scheming.

“What are you planning, Wagner?” He hadn’t meant for his voice to sound so starstruck. Though, if he was being honest, he wasn’t surprised by his tone much.

Danny didn’t respond. Verbally, anyway. All Daniel had to do was look over at the opening of the tent and back at Sam. That smirk on his lips grew just a tad bigger, making something shift in Sam’s stomach.

Immediately, Sam felt his lips break out into a smile once he put it together. It was as if Daniel had read Sam’s mind; it was exactly what Sam needed. They had hours before their set, might as well blow off some steam.

“How are we gonna get past security? They’re on high alert after last time,” Sam whispered, trying his best to make it seem like they weren’t scheming.

“Last time” had consisted of the two of them slipping away under the not-so watchful eye of security and setting off a shit-ton of fireworks in the parking lot of the hotel they were staying at. There wasn’t any damage done, however the rest of the guests weren’t appreciative of their free tickets to a fireworks show at three in the morning.

“You doubt me, Francis?” Daniel had a playful look in his eye that made his smirk grow into a full smile. That strange feeling was back in Sam’s gut.

“These are the professionals, Robert. Lou was practically child’s play compared to these guys.” Sam motioned over to the very professional security guard that was standing sentry at the door. Even if he wasn’t wearing that tight shirt with “security” printed across his chest, you’d be able to tell what this guy’s profession was. He even wore those ridiculous wrap around sunglasses.

“Just follow my lead.” And before Sam could question him, Daniel was off.

With a sigh of resignation, Sam peeled himself off the chairs he rested on to follow after Danny. He disparagingly departed with the fan he folded. Something told Sam he would need both hands for whatever their future held.

When it seemed that Danny thought he was going too slow, he grabbed Sam’s wrist that was hanging at his side and started dragging him along faster. And, yeah, maybe he was dragging his feet a little, but he really didn’t want to go out in the ninety degree heat again.

Daniel ducked out of the tent opening, Sam mimicking him when the flap nearly smacked him in the face. The evening sun was still blinding as Sam made the mistake of looking directly at it, blinking dumbly as he tried to clear the dark spot burned into his vision. He relied solely on Daniel’s guidance to weave through the crowds of other musicians and various press people.

They only made it a few steps before they were caught. And just when Sam thought Danny’s “just go for it” approach was going to work.

“Hey! Where do you two think you’re going?” The voice was loud, projecting over all the other din around them. It was gruff, too. Another point towards Sam’s argument that this guy was really just a walking cliche. If he turned around and this man had either a sucker or a toothpick hanging out of his mouth-

“Sam isn’t feeling good. I was taking him to the medic’s tent,” Daniel smoothly lied, tugging his friend in close to his side. Normally, the extra body heat would make Sam want to hiss and pull away, but being pressed into Danny’s side didn’t bother him at all, it seemed.

Picking up on the clue Daniel dropped, Sam schooled his features to how he imagined he looked when he was sick. He pulled his brows together, pinching his eyes slightly and pursing his lips. His final touch was when he brought his hand up to his forehead. He hoped he looked pathetic enough to garner sympathy but not so bad as to make it seem like he couldn’t perform later on. When he finally looked up at the guard, there was a fucking toothpick hanging from his lips. Sam had to suppress the urge to scoff out a laugh, biting his cheek hard enough to sting.

Forcing himself to look away from the toothpick, Sam looked over the man’s body language. He noticed a very small but noticeable shift in the guard’s gait as Sam looked at him through his lashes. Sam had known how effective his puppy-eyes were… had used them more than once to manipulate his way into getting what he wanted. Or in a few rare instances, getting out of trouble. So, what good were they if he didn’t break them out for this instance.

Sam wasn’t sure if it was his stellar acting or the pleading eyes that made the guy break, but Sam was just glad it worked at all.

“Alright, go ahead. But make sure you’re back in time for your set,” the guard dismissed. Sam could hear Danny let out a sigh of relief next to him. Guess he really was just winging it.

“Will do,” the drummer quickly responded, using the hold he still had on Sam’s wrist to swiftly tug Sam away from the guard before he changed his mind or saw through their ruse. They disappeared into the crowd, Daniel making sure to be swept up in the hustle and bustle of the festival happenings.

After he was sure they were out of sight, Sam began giggling, the thrill of getting away with something they shouldn't be bubbling beneath his skin. Sam couldn’t help but jump at the excitement mounting in his veins, a bright and brilliant smile making his cheeks hurt with the force of it. Daniel was matching his level of elation, albeit a little more subdued.

“Now that you’ve gotten us out here, what’s our next move, boss?”

“Great question, Sam. Truly, one that deserves a good pondering in order to answer-”

“You’re making this up as you go, aren’t you?” Sam cut off with a laugh, feeling his smile growing so wide that he flashed his bottom teeth.

Daniel looked over his shoulder at his best friend, a dazzling smile of his own spread across his lips. Time seemed to slow. And Sam, if he weren’t being pulled along by Daniel, would’ve stopped dead in his tracks. The bassist felt as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest as he took in the sight of that vibrant smile that made the skin around Danny’s eyes crinkle and his nose scrunch. Though it was brief, Sam could see his eyes twinkle with the light of the sun that beat down on them all, yet he seemed to somehow tame within his beautiful irises. Perhaps it was because the sun found a kinship in Daniel that it was willing to spend a moment captured within his soul. Sam’s breath caught in his throat, frozen alongside the rest of time. This always seemed to happen, that pause between seconds, when Daniel flashed that smile at Sam. And every time, Sammy wasn’t entirely certain he would survive.

“Yep! But it’s gotten us this far, hasn’t it?”

That was what finally broke Sam out of that trance. That, and Daniel directed his head away from Sam so that he could see where he was walking. And while Sam adored Daniel’s smile, he was glad he wasn’t directing it at Sam anymore. It always did strange things to his heart that Sam wasn’t equipped with the ability of parsing out the meaning of. Although, it was equally as likely that it was those 3 espresso shots he’d drunk too.

“By the skin of our teeth,” Sam shot back, attempting an annoyed tone. He was betrayed by his own voice, the words coming off as lighthearted.

“Oh, c’mon, Sammy,” Daniel had stopped short, leaning into Sam’s ear as he spoke, so fucking close to Sam’s neck and cheek that he had to fight off a shiver shooting down his spine, “since when are you afraid of getting into a little trouble?”

Danny pulled away to give Sam a challenging smirk, something dark yet playful gleaming in Danny’s eye. He had used a deep tone, keeping his volume low when he murmured into Sammy’s ear. Sam’s face felt like it was scorching, blaming the burning sun that had been overly warm all day long.

“You’re losing your nerve, Kiszka.”

Sam sputtered at Daniel’s challenge, taking major offense at the remark. Lost his nerve…

“Excuse you, sir, who out of the two of us has been booked?” That only made Danny’s mischievous smile grow, much to Sam’s chagrin.

“Yeah, and that scared the hell out of you. The Sam I know would already have us busted out of this joint,” Daniel goaded, hardly able to keep his grin out of his tone. And, listen, Sam knew he was being played. He knew that Danny was just saying shit to rile him up. But…

“That so, Wagner?”

Sam ripped his wrist out of Danny’s hand, completely forgetting they were still connected until that moment. He felt strangely cold at the loss of contact, frankly baffled that that was even possible considering the baking sun.

He forced those thoughts away from his mind, rapidly scanning his surroundings for a way to escape the hustle and bustle of the festival. And that was when his eyes landed on the golf cart stationed next to a tent filled with snacks and water. Sam felt a grin of his own spread across his lips, an idea popping in his head like a lightbulb going off.

“Follow my lead,” Sam quoted, a mocking of Daniel from earlier, leaning into Danny’s personal space to whisper the words under his breath. And Sam swore to himself that he saw Danny shudder, but… that made no sense. They were both sweating their asses off in this heat wave, why would Danny be cold?

He filed that away for later and nudged Danny’s shoulder with his own, walking past him towards the snack tent. He briefly glanced over his shoulder towards Daniel to quickly bounce his eyebrows at Danny with a playful smile pulling at his lips. That snapped Danny out of whatever spell he was under as he shook his head and hurried after Sam.

As Sam walked into the food tent, he realized he should have a plan. But, hell, Danny didn’t have a plan and he was able to get both of them past security. So, Sam just decided to wing it and pretend like he had a plan. To look cool. Not because he was trying to impress Danny. That was ridiculous and childish. No, he was a rockstar and rockstars always look cool so he should act like one.

And so Sam decided to walk up to the man who looked like the supervisor and the one who would have the keys to the golf cart and… and flirt with him, he guessed. He really had no fucking clue what he was doing, he just hoped he looked like he did.

“Man, I heard the snack selection here was good, but they never said you would be on the menu.” Sam flashed his most devastatingly charming smile he could, raking his eyes up and down the, frankly, average looking white man looking for the keys to the golf cart under the guise of checking him out.

The man, halting mid bite of an apple to look over at Sam, only for his eyes to go wide in panic as he hurriedly finished his bite. Juice from the fruit was dripping down his chin, which Sam caught a glimpse of before the guy turned around and wiped it with his sleeve. Sam felt his face curl up in distaste, catching Danny’s eye from where he was stationed at the entrance of the tent, confusion pinching his face.

What are you doing?! Danny mouthed, his hands raising in question as he gestured to the supervisor.

Go stand by the cart! Sam mouthed back, flapping his hand quickly and emphatically at the aforementioned golf cart. He quickly had to plaster on that charming smile again as the guy turned to face Sam, the juice from the apple gone and the fruit also missing.

“Y-You’re Sam Kiszka,” the guy stuttered out, his eyes still wide as he looked at Sam. So he’s a fan… Sam could definitely work with that.

“Sure am, sugar. And who do I have the pleasure of talking to right now?” Sam purred, internally cringing at the tone he employed. But, he had a job to do and he wanted to impress Da- himself. He wanted to impress himself. Nobody else.

“Uhhh…” the man seemed to freeze as Sam took a step closer to him, running a hand down the man’s shoulder to his chest, pinching the lanyard around his neck that held a set of keys on them. The man’s eyes glanced down at Sam’s hand, his face changing color.

As he was distracted, Sam chanced a glance over at Daniel, checking to see if he was where Sam had told him to be. And there he was, stationed by the golf cart with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face- wait. Why was he scowling? There was no reason for him to be so upset-

“Luke. My name’s Luke,” the guy, Luke, finally answered, a nervous laugh following the words. Sam had to suppress the urge to make a face as Luke’s breath wafted over his face. It didn’t smell bad or anything, it just unsettled Sam that he was so close.

“Ooooh, like Luke Skywalker? That’s such a cool name, I’ve always loved the name Luke and I always thought it was super sexy,” Sam flirted, really laying on his accent thick. He was certain he was starting to sound like one of those Valley Girls as he pitched his voice up just a bit, complete with twirling his hair with the hand not still touching Luke’s lanyard. He even went so far as to giggle after he spoke, knowing he was really putting it on.

“Oh, really? Because… that’s who I’m named after!”

Liar

“Oh my god!” Sam giggled again, leaning in closer to Luke, “you’re soooo funny!!”

“Yeah,” Luke breathed out, his confidence swelling due to Sam fluffing up his ego, “I’ve been told that a time or two.”

“I bet all the ladies fall over themselves just to get a piece of you.” Sam was lying through his teeth at this point. Luke was about the most mediocre white guy you could picture. It was as if someone had gone into the sims and attempted to make the most generic white adult male possible and they ended up with Luke.

“W-Well… I wouldn’t say that…” Luke scratched the back of his neck nervously, sending a shy smile Sam’s way. And while Sam had no attraction to this man whatsoever, he had to admit, that smile was kinda cute. In like an endearing way.

“Well, they’re just missing out.” Sam leaned in just a bit closer, his nose nearly brushing Lukes. His heart was pounding in his chest, the beat sounding like thunder in his ears. He knew what he had to do to get those keys; Luke wasn’t so easily distracted that he was about to be ok with Sam stealing from him without a very good distraction.

And that was when he screwed his courage to the sticking place and closed the distance between them. Luke made a surprised noise as their lips connected, Sam having to suppress one of his own. He’d never kissed someone with facial hair before and it was a surprising sensation. It only lasted for a few seconds; seven, to be exact. Just long enough for Sam to slide his hands to the back of Luke’s neck, unhook his lanyard, and toss the keys in Daniel’s direction. It was… a strange kiss. Sam decided he didn’t like it. Not because it was a man he was kissing, but because he kept trying to push his tongue into Sam’s mouth and Sam really wasn’t having it.

Sam pulled away, pushing down the powerful urge to shove the guy for trying to take it too far. And, well, Sam guessed he kinda had himself to blame for that one since he was the one who initiated all of this and was heavily flirting. And then he heard the golf cart turning on, which he knew Luke didn’t hear judging off the dazed look he was shooting Sam.

“What was that?” Luke breathed, his tone incredulous as he stumbled a step towards Sam. Sammy ripped his gaze away from the stunned man, seeing Daniel aggressively waving his hands at his best friend to get his ass over there.

“A distraction,” Sam answered, sending a wink towards Luke as he ripped himself away from his touch and bolted towards Danny.

He laughed rancorously as he jumped into the passenger seat and told Danny to step on it, gravel crunching as the wheels spun on the ground before jolting forward. Sam, forever a little shit, turned in his seat and waved at Luke with a smile on his face. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at the stunned and distressed look on the man’s face as he watched two rockstars set to perform in two hours speed off with his golf cart.

“That was some stunt you pulled, Sam,” Danny complimented, though there was this strange undertone to it that Sam couldn’t quite place. But it was… well, Sam didn’t want to say “dark”, but that was the only thing coming to his mind.

However, he was too high off the adrenaline of successfully pulling off a stunt that he improvised on the fly to care. He hollered and whooped as they sped off towards the exit, throwing his hands in the air.

“How’s that for nerve, Danny boy!” Sam grinned, knowing he went above and beyond Danny’s little taunt.

“Gotta admit, I didn’t think you had it in you, Sam. Color me impressed,” Daniel admitted, a smile on his face that matched his words. And that totally did not make Sam’s heart do a flip inside his chest. Because he was not trying to impress Danny. Sam wants to make that blatantly clear. He’s not.

“Remember this the next time you doubt me,” Sam chirped, settling his hands behind his head in an act of cockiness.

Daniel just laughed at Sam’s theatrics, his head tipping back with the force of it. Sam’s smile faltered at the way his heart tumbled inside his chest at the noise, how it felt as though the organ was jumping for joy at the sound. See, that was a major motivator for Sam, getting Daniel to laugh like that. Despite the fact that it made Sam’s heart just about explode inside his chest, he’d do just about anything to get Danny to laugh as boisterously as he just did.

“Yeah, yeah, lap it up, Sam,” Daniel dismissed, that laugh still intertwined with his words and leaving a bright smile on his lips. Sam watched raptly as Daniel’s hands deftly navigated the wheel of the cart, his lithe fingers he knew were littered with calluses sliding and wrapping around the textured black plastic. He had to forcibly remove his gaze away from Danny’s hands in fear that he would be caught staring, feeling his cheeks heat at the realization that that was absolutely what he was doing.

“So-” Sam cleared his throat, the tone coming out high-pitched, “So, what now?”

Daniel quickly glanced over at Sam, a whisper of the devious grin slipping back onto his features. Maybe Sam ought to lay off the caffeine… that had to be why his heart kept skipping a beat inside his chest.

“I heard there’s a spot not far from here that has a killer view of the sunset… and, who knows? Maybe you can use your star-power to get a few of these people around here to give us some free weed.” Once again, the words Danny spoke were light-hearted as usual, but that dark undertone from earlier was back beneath them.

Once again, Sam decided not to look too deep into it in favor of preening at the implication that Sam had “star-powers”. “Just point me at the right person and I’ll charm the pants off them.”

Sam had laughed at that.

Daniel didn’t.

+++

“I’m still baffled at how you were able to rob that man blind of his entire stash of pre-rolls,” Daniel coughed, handing the joint off to Sam, bringing his free hand up to bring his shirt over his mouth to catch all of his hacking. He kinda wished Sam had used his flirting powers to con some water from someone; his throat was burning.

“Never underestimate the power of batting your eyelashes, Daniel,” Sam flippantly responded, patting Danny on his back before taking the joint from him.

Daniel thought back to what Sam meant by “batting his eyelashes”, the exact look Sam gave that guy burned into the back of his eyelids. He wasn’t exactly positive why that doe-eyed, pleading look from Sammy as he did, in fact, bat his lashes as he begged silently for the guy to hand over his pre-rolls stuck with him. There was just… just something about the way he looked up through his lashes, making his already large eyes even bigger as he pouted his lip just barely and knit his brow. It had awoken something deep inside Daniel that now refused to be quieted or satiated despite Danny’s best efforts to silence it. It manifested in a whisper in the back of his mind that seemed to simply point out the obvious. Like, currently, that voice was murmuring in his ear how beautiful Sam’s eyes looked in the burning light of the setting sun, how the pinks and reds of the clouds reflected onto his skin and made it seem as if he were blushing. Or, how his glittering smile was the crowning jewel of the moment, outshining even the grace of Mother Nature in that moment. And, frankly, Danny was at a point where he wasn’t sure if it was the weed that was making him dizzy anymore.

Daniel returned Sam’s smile, weak and brief. He felt his heart flutter within his ribs, absently placing his hand atop his chest where it resided. He skirted his gaze away from Sam, opting to burn his eyes with the sun rather than with Sam; it was less painful. However, as his mind drifted back to a half an hour ago, Daniel realized his heart was going to lurch inside his chest regardless.

“Hey, man, nice flag,” Sam complimented, his voice low and sultry. Daniel, who was sitting in the driver’s seat of the cart, felt his hand involuntarily clench around the wheel at the tone Sam employed. His mouth went dry, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth.

The guy with the aforementioned flag turned on his heel, his eyes lighting up as he took in the visage of Sam. The flag that he had tied around his shoulders like a superhero cape was of the American flag with one minor tweak: a gigantic pot leaf slapped right in the middle of the red and white stripes. Sam, who was currently setting his features to look more sensual, had taken to draping himself against the bar that supported the roof of the golf cart. Daniel could only see the back of him, but the way Sam leaned his forearm onto the metal beam and let the rest of his body go liquid gave him away.

This was certainly a new development, Sam using his wiles to get what he wanted. Well, Danny shouldn’t say “new”. Sam had always gotten what he wanted through whatever means necessary. But, using his good looks and sex appeal to get what he wants? That was brand new. Like, he just started that today brand new. And, frankly, Daniel wasn’t all too thrilled to be there to witness this new development first-hand.

“Wanna c’mere and see it up close and personal?” Flag Guy asked, his eyes raking over Sam and all his long, lean lines appreciatively. There was no misinterpreting his tone, nor the smirk that gave him a shark-ish look. It made Daniel’s skin crawl, his lip curling up in disgust on its own accord.

Sam, going along with the plan of getting free shit, giggled. And, god help him, started using those long, beautiful fingers that were adept at playing bass and keys, to play with a lock of his silky hair. Daniel wanted to slam his head into the steering wheel hard enough to crack his skull. He couldn’t believe Sam was essentially whoring himself out all in the name of getting free drugs.

“You come over here, cowboy,” Sam ordered playfully, a bubbly laugh intertwined with his command. He lifted his free hand up to beckon the stranger over with a sly curl of his finger, a smile to match probably pulling up the corner of those pretty lips- Hold on. When did Daniel start calling Sam’s lips pretty?

The stranger obliged without qualm, practically kicking up a dust trail behind him with how fast he was high-tailing it. Danny watched him adjust the stars and stripes cowboy hat on his dirty-blonde mess of curls before he “turned on the charm” and leaned into the golf cart with a hand resting on the roof. That shark-like grin was back on his lips, and so was Danny’s sneer.

“Well, you’ve got me here now, pretty darlin’, what did you want with me?” the stranger drawled, a southern accent that Daniel had not heard the man utilize until now dripping off his words. Lust was gleaming in his dark eyes as he towered over Sam, hiding absolutely nothing of what he was thinking. It made Danny want to rear back and punch the guy’s teeth in so hard that he was shitting them for weeks.

To Daniel’s absolute horror, he watched Sam’s hand reach up to curl its fingers around the knot in the flag around the man’s shoulders. When it was in place, Sam yanked him down so that his face was just a few inches away from Sam’s. And that was when Daniel was able to see Sam’s face for the first time since he started this whole disturbing charade. His lips were pulled back in a sultry smirk, one so searing they were certain to leave a mark. His eyes were hooded, the lids only open at half mast as they gazed lustfully at the stranger’s lips. It simultaneously made Daniel’s blood simmer with a heat he didn’t quite understand and make his stomach drop to the ground as his skin went cold. It was worsened by the fact that, when he looked over at the stranger, he was giving that look right back to Sam.

“This,” Sam answered, his voice low and husky, before he used his hold on the man’s flag-cape thing to tug him forwards enough to close the distance between them.

If Daniel had a nickel for every time he watched Sam kiss a man in front of him and it caused a confusing amount of rage to flood his system… Well, he’d only have two nickels. But it was infuriating that it happened twice… within the hour. And when the stranger’s free hand went to tangle into Sam’s hair, Daniel had to force himself to look away. The rage that had flooded his system turned white-hot, his blood boiling beneath his skin. He felt his jaw clenching so hard it made his teeth gnash and squeak as he ground them, his grip on the steering wheel so hard that he felt his nails nearly break the skin of his palm.

“Holy shit,” the stranger breathed under his breath, signaling to Danny that they had finally broken away from one another. Danny still couldn’t look at them. Instead, he elected to look dead-set out the windshield.

Sam giggled again, making Danny’s jaw clench even tighter.

“Yeah?” Sam asked, his tone light and airy.

“I mean…” the stranger let out a whistle that made Daniel want to slam his head into the side of the cart and run him over. How fucking dare this guy.

Sam - really setting out to test Daniel’s patience, it seemed - giggled once more. “Can I ask a favor of you?”

“After that? Anything.” He had dropped the fake southern drawl.

“You wouldn’t be willing to give me any of your weed, would you?”

Sam’s tone made Daniel turn his head towards him. And he regretted it immediately. Sam had taken to looking up at the guy through his lashes, a pleading flavor to the knit in his brow. Once again, it made something stir deep within Daniel’s gut that he didn’t quite understand; it was equal parts lust and jealousy.

Jealousy??

And when Sam had started to bat them, Daniel couldn’t stop the low growl that slipped out of his lips.

That was when the stranger turned to look at Daniel for the first time, seemingly just now realizing that Danny even existed. And, well, to be fair to the guy, if Sam was coming on that strong to Danny, he’d block out the rest of the world, too.

…..He would??

“Is… Is he ok?” the stranger asked, flicking his eyes over at Danny to indicate to Sam who he was talking about.

Sam looked over at Danny for the first time since Sam had begun this flirtation and… Danny couldn’t help the breath that got caught in his throat as he trained those puppy eyes onto Daniel. Truly, they were every person’s kryptonite.

When Sam turned his head back to face the stranger, his fingers still wrapped around that stupid flag, Daniel felt as if he could breathe again.

“My driver? He’s fine,” Sam waved away, quickly putting that pleading mask back onto his face. He took his bottom lip between his two teeth, further batting his eyes at the stranger. “Now, back to what I asked?”

With a deep chuckle that made Daniel’s rage grow, the stranger reached into his back pocket and pulled out three cardboard boxes about the size of Danny’s finger. His eyes never left Sam’s as he handed them over, but jerked them away when Sam went to grab them.

“It’s gonna cost ya,” he muttered, his forehead practically touching Sam’s. Daniel was not plotting the best way to locate this guy after their set and break all of his bones for taking advantage of Sam like that. He really wasn’t. He also wasn’t thinking of how to convince the twins to distract Sam for him while also giving him an alibi while he disposed of the body.

But, before Danny could even open his mouth to tell him that that comment would cost this scuzzy man his life, Sam once again planted those soft and full lips onto the undeserving man’s lips. Make that three nickels.

At least this one didn’t last as long as the last one. Within a second or two, Sam was disengaging with the man’s lips, to Danny’s relief. Though, it only slightly quieted the fiery rage boiling his blood.

“Now, that’s something I can get used to,” the stranger purred, making Danny’s restraint snap.

He hadn’t even realized that he had enacted a plan to save Sam as he reached across the vacant seat that his best friend once occupied, grabbed him by the back of the shirt, and yanked him back down into the golf cart. Sam squeaked in both surprise and protest as he was forcefully sat down onto the plush vinyl seat.

“No, you fucking won’t,” Daniel growled, all but baring his teeth as his grip tighten around the red patterned shirt Sam wore. It was a nice shirt on Sam, the color red always lovely on him. And the way he wore it, nearly completely unbuttoned and loosely draped around his frame, complimented him. Daniel had to will himself not to get distracted by the expanse of tan skin across Sam’s collar bones that reflected the golden hour sunlight.

Sam, as he glanced over at Daniel, seemed both bewildered and… and turned on? Was that lust that Daniel saw simmering in Sam’s eyes? But, when Danny blinked, it was gone. So… maybe he didn’t see it.

“Daniel?” Sam asked, gentle and soft. It made Daniel’s skin tingle.

“We’ve got what we need, let’s go,” Danny whispered to Sam, trying his absolute best to keep his… his jealousy (might as well admit it at this point) out of his voice.

When he knew Sam was safe inside the cart, Daniel floored the accelerator and sped away from that creep as far as he could. He could hear the man’s protests as they took off, but they were soon drowned out by Sam’s giggling.

“Daniel?”

Danny was ripped out of his thoughts, his eyelids batting rapidly to help clear his head of the memory. Looking over to see Sam’s soft, teasing smile certainly helped jumpstart his heart; the poor organ just about lurched up into his throat at the sight. And, of course, the wind decided that just that moment was the perfect time to pick up. Sam’s satin locks billowed around him in a halo, some of it getting caught in his lips. And because of that, Sam giggled in between sputters to rid his mouth of the foreign substance. He finally reached up his free hand and pulled the hair from its temporary prison, full on laughing at the ridiculousness of it; the weed probably aiding Sam’s giggly mood.

Daniel was certain he was going to have a heart attack at this rate. It could not be good for the poor thing to be beating so hard and fast for so long.

“Hello?”

Danny’s attention finally snapped to Sam rather than on him, the drummer forcing himself to pay attention and not get distracted by Sam’s artistry.

…Come to think of it, he had to do that a lot, actually. Like, this was far from a new development. Damn, how did it take him this long to realize-

“What, Sammy?”

“I asked you what you were thinking about!” The bassist ashed the joint, his feet kicking out under him. Danny, after racing away from the weed creep and flying past the entrance security before they could be stopped, found this gorgeous clearing that overlooked the waves of the local lake that burned with the colors of the vibrant sunset. Sam was the one to climb onto the roof of the golf cart first, calling Danny a pussy in no unclear terms for having reservations about doing that himself. As always, Sam was easily able to goad Danny into doing whatever he wanted. At this point, Daniel was certain he was unable to say no to Sam.

Jesus, he had it bad.

Daniel, panicking just a bit at the question Sam posed, hastily searched his surroundings for an answer that wasn’t the truth. Because telling Sammy that he was stewing in jealousy over watching his best friend kiss someone else was pretty fucking damning.

“Swimming,” Danny blurted out, his face heating up in embarrassment under the expectant look Sam was giving him. He darted his eyes between the bassist and the waves lapping at the shoreline about ten feet below them. As soon as the word left his tongue, Daniel had wanted to dive right into the water and swim away. It was so obviously a lie that even he knew it.

“Hmm,” was all Sam said in response, his eyes finally leaving Danny. Finally, the drummer felt like he could breathe again. He knew Sam didn’t believe him, but he was letting Danny get away with the lie.

It fell silent between them, the void of voices only awkward on one side of the conversation. Wordlessly, Sam passed the joint back to Danny. Their fingers brushed and Daniel felt utterly ridiculous for how his breath caught in his throat at the touch, his cheeks burning once more. He quickly busied himself with bringing the filter to his lips, the skin of his fingers buzzing with warmth and fervor. He should’ve been concerned that that humming spread to his lips as he touched them, but he was trying his absolute best just to shove it from his mind; just like how Sam had kissed two people today. And we’re back at square one.

Daniel held the smoke in his lungs for longer than what was probably healthy, exhaling through his nose in order to get that extra bump. At this point, anything was worth getting that nervous and jealous seething from his blood. Danny figured that if he got high enough, that thrumming would be replaced by the hum of the weed. And maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to keep Sam from his thoughts for a moment. He knew it was a fool’s errand and that getting as high as he was would bite him in the ass later. Because, let’s face it. There was no forgetting Sam Kiszka.

“Sam?” Daniel was sure he had drawn his name out, the syllable being pulled from his dry tongue like taffy. Danny had to suppress his giggle at that analogy, forcing himself to stay focused.

“Yes, Daniel Dearest?” How was he able to always be so smooth and calm??

“What… What’s it like, y’know… kissing a guy?” The drummer’s heart was pounding so hard in his chest he felt the vibration of it throughout his entire body. He was just proud of himself for keeping his voice steady.

Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel saw Sam turn his head to look at his best friend. He wasn’t brave enough to return the look. Instead, Danny brought the joint back up to his lips and pointedly kept his eyes trained on the fading pinks of the sun on the horizon.

With a soft giggle that did nothing to slow Danny’s thundering heart, Sam adjusted his posture so that he was leaning back on his hands, his head lolling to the side as he rested it on his shoulder.

“It’s not all that different from kissing a girl, really,” Sammy answered, that easy-going attitude slipping into his tone. Truly, Daniel envied Sam’s ability of nonchalance. What he would give to have even a fraction of that right now.

“No?” Danny prompted, stealing a glance towards the bassist for long enough to notice the wind had taken to playing with his hair once more.

“Nah, not really. I mean, there’s stubble and facial hair that you’ve gotta live with, but it’s not uncomfortable. And, I mean, that last guy was in some desperate need of chapstick.” Sammy had swiveled his head to fully look at Danny again, a blindingly charming flash of his teeth as he nudged Danny with his shoulder. That was another thing driving Daniel absolutely mad: the two of them were close enough to be constantly brushing one another, but left just enough space to have deniability.

Danny knew Sam was going for comedy, but all he managed to do was reignite that resentment inside Danny.

“Yeah, I bet.” Daniel really did not mean for his voice to come out so flat and toneless, but he supposed it was better than the alternative.

Once again, it fell quiet. This time, Daniel felt that awkwardness radiating off both of them. Without so much as a glance, the drummer passed the dwindling joint back to his bandmate with a set in his jaw. And when their fingers touched again, Danny held his breath until the feeling passed and willed himself to ignore it.

Despite the calming lull of birdsong, crashing of waves, and the warm fingers of the summertime breeze tracing along their exposed skin and nuzzling their hair, the drummer was far from soothed. His plan of getting completely stoned to feel numb was failing. As he felt his irritation rise to a level that was far from acceptable, Daniel forced himself to take some deep breaths and focus on all those placating things he listed earlier. He allowed his jealousy to leak out of his every breath to be carried away by the wind, to drift away into the fading sunlight and disappear along with the sun as it dipped its sleepy head below the horizon.

Sam had puffed out a breath of his own, the intoxicating smoke billowing from his plush lips before he tossed what was left of their glowing roach of a joint into the trash bin off to the side of the clearing. His surprised laugh at making the bin rang out against the sky, similar to the calls of the gulls screeching above their heads; though, Sammy’s was more melodic and joyous.

“Why do you ask?” Sam suddenly asked.

“What?” Danny turned to face his best friend, confusion swirling with the smoke in his head.

It must’ve shown on his face because Sammy broke out into another fit of giggles after looking at Danny. What he didn’t know was that Sam had to laugh. If he didn’t he’d do something ridiculously stupid like tell Daniel how much he loved him. And that simply wouldn’t do. So, instead he laughed.

“My god, you can’t focus today!” Sam kept laughing, hiding his smile with his fingers. A shame, Daniel thought to himself.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. What do you want my excuse to be? The heat, the weed, or the dehydration?” It was Daniel’s turn to nudge Sam with his shoulder, feeling his nose scrunching up with the force of his laugh.

“All three are acceptable,” Sam decreed, running his hand through his hair as he spoke, “But, seriously. Why did you want to know what it feels like to kiss a guy?”

Suddenly, Danny didn’t feel like laughing anymore.

“Oh, I was just… curious…” To Danny, the most interesting thing in the world was his wringing hands. He simply could look nowhere else but at his calloused hands as they danced with one another.

Despite the fact that Danny was not looking at him, Sam knew those downturned, amber eyes had their attention trained onto him. He could feel them.

“Daniel… have you never kissed a guy before?”

Danny swore that his heart ceased beating inside his chest for a full second. Honestly, he was expecting this question to surface as soon as he, rather dumbly, asked after the feeling of kissing someone of his same gender. He guessed he finally truly understood the meaning of “curiosity killed the cat” as the silence between the two of them stretched on and on as Daniel failed to find his words. And perhaps he hadn’t perished, but it felt as if he was about to the way his heart was erratically fluttering under his ribs.

The drummer spared a glance in Sam’s direction, immediately regretting it as he met Sam’s expectant eyes. He darted his gaze away in record time, swallowing harshly at the way his blood ran cold.

“You and I both know the answer to that, Sam.”

He still couldn’t look at Sam, feeling like he’d much rather be run over with the golf cart they were perched on instead of having this conversation. Because, even though he wanted to know, he knew what this line of questioning implied: that he wanted to know for himself what it was like.

“......That was my first time kissing a guy myself.”

Daniel couldn’t help stealing a glance over at Sam once more. He wasn’t sure why that little tidbit of information was so shocking to him. Of course that was Sam’s first time kissing a man. They lived in rural Michigan where everyone knew everyone’s business; if someone so much as thought a gay thought, the whole goddamn town knew. Even barring that, Daniel knew everything about Sam. It shouldn’t have been a surprise… So why was it?

“Great. Glad you got that experience.” Danny’s tone was clipped to his own ears. He felt his brow knit as he forced his eyes downward, watching the breeze tickle the long blades of grass under his dangling feet. He was certain he was glaring at it so intensely that the poor foliage was about to catch fire.

“Yeah… It was pretty nice…” There was a dreamy, far-off quality to Sam’s voice. It only added fuel to the pyre of Daniel’s jealousy.

The conversation died out there, Daniel just allowing it to fizzle out instead of acting on his impulse to lash out at Sam. He knew this anger was misplaced and was bred from a place of envy, which was an entire can of worms that he didn’t want to open yet.

“Why?”

Daniel didn’t even look over at Sam.

“‘Why’ what?”

“Why do you want to know what kissing a guy is like?”

And there it fucking was. The question that Danny was praying Sam wouldn’t ask. The one that had an unspoken answer that Sammy likely already knew the answer to. So, out of spite and embarrassment, Daniel elected to ignore it. He even elected to ignore the way Sam’s stare was boring into the side of Danny’s head. Daniel even ignored the way his ears started to burn as his antagonism was melting away while his embarrassment increased.

“Danny…?”

Daniel finally broke, the heat of humiliation now scorching his cheeks as well. He locked eyes with his best friend, being greeted with a playful yet knowing smile. It was the most dangerous look that Daniel had ever seen on Sam.

Daniel wasn’t particularly a religious man. But, he was now praying that Sam would find it within himself to spare Daniel and let this moment go.

“Why do you wanna know?” Sam repeated, that wicked grin spreading to his eyes, causing them to sparkle with mischief.

Even if Danny had wanted to answer that, he was fairly certain he was incapable of finding the words to. Because truly, how do you tell the person that you’re in love with for years the truth?

Well, shit. Guess we’re fishing with worms tonight, boys.

After a beat of Danny opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, Sam was the one to finally speak again. He started off with that stoner giggle of his, which was never a good thing for Danny.

“Well… would you like to know?”

Immediately, panic set in. This was a joke… right? It had to be. No way in hell was Samuel fucking Kiszka, Daniel’s stupid crush of five years, asking Danny what he thought he was. Danny had never been that lucky in his life. Why would he be so fortunate now?

Before he even realized it, Daniel was shaking his head, wide-eyed and frozen like a startled horse. The weed was not helping things, either, only aiding in amplifying his panic. A million thoughts raced through his head like a maelstrom of anxiety; all of them relating to how Daniel had just fucked up his entire life and relationship with Sam with one stupid question.

Sam, seemingly totally oblivious to the soul-crushing dismay Daniel was experiencing, just smiled even wider at Danny. If anything, that mischief in the bassist’s eyes only doubled.

“Well, that’s just too damn bad, Wagner. Because you’re gonna learn today.”

And before Danny could even say anything, let alone process what Sam had said to him, he felt hands intertwining with his curls at the back of his head. Within the blink of an eye, Sam had his lips pressed against Danny’s. Their noses were smushed into one another’s cheeks, Sam using too much force in his haste. Sam’s exhale from his nose was uncomfortably warm, practically scorching against Daniels’ sensitive skin.

Despite all of that, Daniel felt as though he achieved nirvana. Truly, there was nothing in the world that he would trade for this moment. Once he had managed to get over his petrifying panic, Daniel all but melted into the kiss. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around Sam and pull him tight against him. The urge was so strong that Danny felt his hands lurch forth onto Sam’s waist on their own accord, startling himself and Sam as they both let out a yelp.

That was when the panic set in. Suddenly, Daniel realized what was happening. That he was sitting atop a golf cart with his best friend, kissing one another as if it was something they did all the time. And they were both high as hell. They didn’t know what they were doing.

I should stop this

Daniel, a little reluctantly, attempted to pull away from Sammy. But each time Danny tried, Sam would tighten his grip on his curls and pull him back against his lips.

It was ridiculous. It was sloppy. It was intoxicating. And before long, all of the fight was sapped right out of Daniel’s spirit by the hands of Samuel’s astonishingly soft lips.

Once Sam realized that Daniel was done resisting him, that was when he slowly guided the drummer forward. Danny was so swept up in the disbelief of the moment that he failed to realize what Sam was doing. It wasn’t until he managed to finally break away to catch his breath that Danny noticed that Sam was on his back beneath him.

He wanted to ask “what are we doing” or “how did we get here”, but as Sam gazed up at Daniel with large, pleading eyes, all the words dried up in his throat. He couldn’t help but drink in the sight of Sam, taking in every detail of him and committing it to memory so that he might have a comfort for his darkest hours. His eyes flitted from one detail to the next, taking inventory of all the little things someone less in love might call “frivolous”. But to Daniel, he was nothing but a mere unworthy devotee luckily blessed with the opportunity to worship something so precious as the pink of his lips, or the flutter of his lashes.

Daniel was caught staring for too long, watching as Sam’s eyebrows drew upwards in confusion.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

You’re gorgeous you’re wonderful you’re amazing you’re stunning you’re perfect I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I-

“Nothing,” Danny laughed off, “no reason at all.”

Sam joined in on Danny’s giggling, that brilliant smile spreading across his lips as the sweet melody of his laugh danced through Danny’s ears. Daniel couldn’t help it. He just leaned down and captured Sam’s lips with his own again.

There weren’t any fireworks or any crazy light show that went off as they kissed. It just felt… right. As if they were always meant to be doing this; like how it feels when you drink water when you didn’t even realize you were thirsty. And as they continued, the kiss gradually escalating, Daniel couldn’t help but picture them doing this all the time; whenever they wanted to.

Daniel did have to put a stop to their escapade when he felt the bassist’s deft fingers attempt to slip beneath his waistband, snapping him out of the fog that had clouded his mind.

“Woah, baby, slow down,” the drummer rushed, huffing in air as he tried to catch his breath.

Sam just responded with a pout on his kiss-swollen lips and a pleading look in his eyes. Danny couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the absurdity of it.

“Sam, we’re in a public space on top of a golf cart. We can’t be doing that.”

“But I want to,” Sam whined, cocking his head as he spoke. He even went so far as batting his lashes at the drummer.

Heaving a huge sigh, Daniel knew at that moment that no matter what, he truly would never be able to say no to Sam. He glanced around at the surrounding area darkened by the lack of sun, smiling at himself as he watched a firefly blink its light right next to his head.

“Tell you what,” Danny leaned back from his position of caging Sam in with his arms, extending a hand to Sam to help him upright, “how’s about we head back and try and find a more private place.”

Sam’s pout was replaced by a slow-growing sly grin. With a nod of his head, he leaned in close to Danny’s ear to whisper “I’d love that.”

Daniel returned his grin, fighting off a shiver as Sammy’s warm breath ghosted across his neck. But beneath the warm excitement buzzing in Danny’s veins was a nagging feeling that he just couldn’t ignore.

“But, I feel like there was somewhere else we were supposed to be tonight…”

As Daniel trailed off, they both heard the roar of thousands of festival goers as the strum of a power chord sailed across the expanse of miles. Suddenly, the pair of them tensed in place as they were reminded of their previous obligation.

“Oh my GOD. We have to be on stage,” Sam yelled as panic took hold of them both.

They scrambled off the roof of the golf cart, breaking down into a fit of giggles as they glanced at one another. When their eyes met, there was an unspoken agreement that they would pick up where they left off as soon as they could. And while Daniel floored the accelerator, Sam nestled himself against his best friend’s side while Danny wrapped his arm around him.

They would figure this out, and they would be incredible together. But first, they had to be rockstars.

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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court, i hope you’re doing well!! this has been such a great tour! i would like to scan my ticket for midnights <3

i was thinking of halsey’s ya’aburnee with billy 🤭

But what’s worse?

Telling you my feelings

Or to die without revealing

That you crawled inside my head

And set a fire there instead?

thank you so much sweet nonnie!

you must live inside my head rent free bc halsey is one of my absolute favorite artists and iichliwp is my favorite album of hers and I LOVE this song

bc I am biased this is way over 500 words but I don't think you'll mind ;)

thank you so much for joining the tour!!!

blurb below the cut

ya'aburnee (billy's version)

but what’s worse? / telling you my feelings or to die without revealing / that you crawled inside my head and set a fire there instead?

Having to watch Billy flirt with every woman he came in contact with was difficult. Any woman that even simply walked past him was immediately entranced by his spell. You couldn’t blame them. Billy was unfairly attractive, radiated confidence that was just far enough away from arrogance, and a sharp mind filled with an endless supply of candied words that were as smooth as his alluring cadence.

Everytime he paused your conversation, or turned his attention away from you to focus on a pretty girl that had walked by, bothered you. Whenever he left your side at a function, or during a friendly outing that was supposed to be reserved for only the two of you, it left your heart gashed with a stinging sense of betrayal at his selfishness.

Because you were in love with him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, but one day you started to see him in a new light. You found yourself changing outfits at least three times before going to meet up with him, and getting nervous when he flashed you his signature charming grin. The scent of his cologne started to make you feel lightheaded, and when the two of you went out for drinks or dinner, you imagined you were on a date with him.

Of course, that all got interrupted when an attractive woman came around and then your fantasy was quickly combusted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Billy the truth, because he was your best friend. And you saw how he was when he wanted someone. He went after them without hesitation.

But in the two years that you had known him, Billy had only playfully flirted with you, and you soon found out that was just his personality. He was like that with everyone. It didn’t mean anything to him like it did to you.

Eventually it got too difficult to even be around him, so you started distancing yourself. You didn’t reply eagerly to his texts anymore. You barely answered his calls. Whenever he invited you out, you quickly came up with an excuse not to go. It was devastating not to spend time with him, and a part of you felt guilty and selfish for lying to him, but you were determined that it was what was best for you. And Billy let you get away with it.

For all of five days.

While you were snuggled up on your couch with a blanket watching a movie and wondering why your life couldn’t be like an 80’s romcom, the sound of your front door slamming shut made you jump, and you snapped your head around to see Billy standing right in front of it staring at you.

And he looked pissed.

“Alright, what’s goin’ on?”

You were so surprised by his sudden intrusion, that his question sent you down a rabbit hole of confusion. Pausing your movie, you sat up on your knees and turned around to stare at him over the back of your couch with slightly furrowed brows.

“What do you mean?”

Billy tossed his keys onto the side table next to your front door and instantly shed his dark gray suit jacket, stalking over towards you while loosening the maroon tie from around his neck.

“You told me you had plans tonight.”

The accusatory tone in his voice softened your features into an expression of remorse, and you glanced down at the couch cushions and you tried to fumble out a believable explanation.

“I-”

“But that was a lie, clearly. Which leads me to think that every other time you’ve blown me off the past five days has also been a lie. You barely reply to my texts, you hardly answer my calls, it’s obvious you’re ignornin’ me. So I’ll ask again; what’s goin’ on? What happened between us?”

The volume of Billy’s voice combined with the heart you could hear in the undertone of it made your heart ache. He was audibly, and visibly upset. Letting out a deep exhale, you decided to respond honestly.

“Nothing.”

Billy narrowed his obsidian eyes at your one word response, and reached out his hand to firmly grasp your jaw to force you to look up at him.

“Don’t give me that shit. Tell me the truth.”

“That is the truth, Billy. Nothing happened between us.”

Bill’s angry glare suddenly morphed into puzzlement, and his grasp on your chin softened. Now he was the one that was confused.

“Did I…do somethin’ wrong?”

“You mean like ignoring me or wandering off completely anytime a pretty girl is around, when it’s supposed to be just us?”

Billy’s eyes widened slightly at the venom in your voice, and his lips parted slightly in surprise when you shoved his wrist away. He’d never seen you upset like this before, and you suddenly didn’t feel bad for how you had treated him anymore. It was nothing like the way he had hurt you.

Getting down from your couch, you started to furiously pace back and forth as you let out a humorless laugh and finally let everything you had been feeling lately out.

“You know Billy, I can’t figure out what’s worse. That I fell in love with you and have to watch you flirt with anything that has a heartbeat in your general vicinity, or not being able to tell you because you make it abundantly clear that you don’t really give a shit about me every single time you abandon me to fulfill your own selfish needs. I’ve been ignoring you because it’s painful to even be around you. Because you are all that I think about. You’ve taken up every ounce of space in my head, and you’ve-”

A surprised gasp was caught in your throat as Billy cut you off by cupping your face in his hands gently and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. He pulled away slowly to stare at your shocked expression with a faint smirk on his lips.

“Just so we’re clear, I’ve been wanton’ to do that since I met you.”

“What?”

“I thought you were the one not interested in me.”

“Why the hell didn’t you ever say anything?”

Billy’s smirk melted away, and there was a vulnerable look in his dark brown eyes.

“Because I didn’t wanna lose you, darlin’.”

As everything he said finally clicked in your head, you felt a fresh surge of annoyance flow through your bloodstream.

“Goddamnit, William Russo. I can’t stand you.”

Before he could respond, you grabbed onto his tie and tugged him close while crashing your lips together in a more heated kiss. Billy reluctantly pulled away with a soft chuckle, arching one of his dark brows up with a mischievous smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

“Does this mean I can take you on a date?”

“It better be the best first date I’ve ever been on or I swear-”

Billy cut off your threat with another deep kiss, coaxing a soft noise from the back of your throat as he slipped his hand into your hair and pulled you in even closer.

Billy Russo was going to be the death of you.

#court's 3k followers celebration #court's 3k friends celebration #the eras tour (court's version)#billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #billy russo blurb #billy russo request

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miraclesabound · 1 year

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All of This is Temporary

Summary: What should have been Mikey and Reader's special night goes sideways, and unfortunately, it never gets fixed.

Pairing: Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader, pre-relationship

Notes: This idea of Mikey and his friend getting thrown out of some VIP event came to me in a dream (and the music cue as well). A surprise cameo from one of my other favorite characters from a different show, because he showed up in the dream too. Also on AO3.

Warnings: Spoilers for The Bear, canon-typical language, classism, unrequited (?) love, addiction themes, tragic ending (mention of Mikey's suicide)

Tags: @pettyprocrastination, @cinewhore, @phoenixhalliwell, @nolita-fairytale

NOVEMBER 2021

The movie that Mikey won tickets for is at Doc Films , and given the place's history, you and Mikey are almost more dressed for an opera than a movie. He's done out in an old but clean tux, bow tie and cummerbund included - and you bought yourself a silver dress with matching clutch. You may not be a couple, but you take internal satisfaction in knowing how good you two look together right now.

The main thing that's important to you is that, at least from what you can tell, Mikey is fully sober this evening. You know you're not his keeper, but you feel some pride on his behalf - whatever he's strugging with, he's made the effort for you tonight, and that warms your heart.

However, that warmth sours in your stomach when you actually get to the theater. When you and Mikey walk in, it's clear that this is a much smaller event than you thought - and that you and Mikey are WILDLY overdressed. Of the maybe twenty total people there, the only other person dressed formally is a gruff-looking man whose hair is almost as dark as Mikey's is. In his case, he's wearing a strikingly modern all-black suit.

Mikey smiles when he sees the other man and gives him a hearty handshake. "Roy fuckin' Kent! What brings ya this way?"

Roy shrugs, but he accepts Mikey's handshake just the same. "Mikey Berzatto, ya old dog - just takin' some travel time - Coach Lasso fuckin' insisted... And who's this, then?"

Mikey introduces you, explaining that Roy had visited The Beef by accident a few years back during an exhibition tour in the States. "You better come in for a couple sandwiches tomorrow for lunch, ya hear me?" he tells Roy. "Won't take no for an answer!"

"Wouldn't miss it," Roy says. You and Mikey take your seats on Roy's other side.

A woman a few seats away chimes in with: "Oh, you two look so nice - is that your tux?" You don't care for the look of her - she comes across like someone trying to draw Mikey's sister Natalie from a mirror image only.

You want to believe that she's just being nice, but something about her tone is venomous, and Mikey must feel the same way. His response is icy. " 'Course it's mine, why wouldn't it be?"

"You're Michael Berzatto, right?"

"Yeah?"

"My cousins love your shop - I guess I'm just wondering why a sandwich shop owner would need to buy a tux instead of renting one; that's all."

If you didn't know better, you'd think she was trying to call you and Mikey tacky. Apparently Roy feels the same way, because he leans over towards her and says, "Oi, Pam, knock it off, yeah? Movie's startin'."

"Pam..." you think to yourself. "Why does that name sound familiar?" The lights turn off, and you smile to yourself when you hear a familiar musical sting playing for the movie intro.

"Don't call me by my name...all of this is temporary..."

You know this song very well, and you can't help but hum along. To your pleasant surprise, you swear that Roy is humming too. Who knew such a brash guy liked Halsey? Neither of you notice Mikey staring at you like you hung the moon and stars.

Suddenly the lights come up, and that woman who looks like Natalie's evil twin is standing in front of you, a sickening smile on her face. "Miss, you're going to have to leave," she tells you. "This is an exclusive event, and you're causing a disturbance."

Roy, God bless the man, speaks up for you - and thank goodness, because you feel like you're going to vaporize from embarrassment. "Pam, it's nothin', I was humming too."

"You're a VIP, Roy, and she isn't. It's my movie, and if I want her and her ridiculous disco ball of a dress out of here, that's my prerogative." Shit, you realize. This is Pam Stratford, the writer that Mikey enjoys so much. No wonder he was excited to get these tickets...

Mikey pulls you into his side - almost as if he expects Pam to take a swing at you. "Listen, I've always liked your work, but you don't get to talk to my g- - my friend like that - we got our tickets fair and square."

You can see that flash in Mikey's eyes that means either a bender or a fight is coming, and you don't want to see him arrested. Pam seems like the type to call the police in faster than they're needed. Pushing lightly against his chest, you say "Bear, it's ok, I'll just go..."

"Then I'm leavin' too," he says. "Roy, I'll catch ya tomorrow - Pam? You can go fuck yourself for bein' a snobby bitch." The silence is deafening as you two leave the theater, but the outraged look on Pam's face is almost worth it.

You shudder as you step out into the night air, even with Mikey holding you and blasting like a furnace. "It's cold - take me home?"

"Yeah, let's get you back before you freeze."

The train ride back to your neighborhood is quiet, and it's not until the two of you are walking up to your stoop that Mikey says, "Pam was wrong - you look gorgeous in that dress, and that's God's honest truth."

You smile at him. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

"Do we...wanna try this again some other time?" he asks, holding your purse for you as you dig out your keys. "Maybe not a movie, but some other excuse to dress up?"

"I'd like that, Bear," you agree. "Let's aim for after Christmas - I know how nutty things get for you during December."

"Then it's a date?" Mikey asks. He doesn't mean to put you on the spot, but if you don't feel the same way he does, he'd rather know now.

Your smile grows even wider. "It's a date - we'll nail down details after New Years." With a sudden burst of bravery, you hug him tight and kiss his cheek. "G'night, my bear."

Unfortunately, the holidays madness makes Mikey spiral in a bad way, and he never texts you back about the date. In fact, you don't realize as you turn to open your door that this will be the last time you see him alive.

#mikey berzatto #mike berzatto #mikey berzatto x reader #angst and tragedy #ships passing in the night #mikey the bear

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thecampbellowl · 5 months

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CHARLOTTE CAMPBELL: A PLAYLIST.

Skinny Love - Birdy

And in the morning I'll be with you / But it will be a different kind / And I'm holding all the tickets / And you'll be owning all the fines

I Of The Storm - Of Monsters and Men

If I could face them / If I could make amends with all my shadows / I'd bow my head and welcome them / But I feel it burning / Like when the winter wind stops my breathing / Are you really gonna love me when I'm gone? / I fear you won't / I fear you don't

B a noBody - SOAK

You ring, you ring a bell to show / You're bleeding / I watched, I saw your mind fall, / Out of your head / Weekends and cheap thrills, / Risk it all for an inch of fun, / We'll never amount / To anything

Alien - Novaa

Everything is always so distant / When everyone thinks / That you’re a miracle / Everything is always so cold / When you’re busy / Keeping others warm

Vienna - Billy Joel

Slow down you crazy child / You're so ambitious for a juvenile / But then if you're so smart tell me / Why are you still so afraid?

Liability - Lorde

The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy / 'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore / And then they are bored of me / I know that it's exciting running through the night, but / Every perfect summer's eating me alive until you're gone / Better on my own

Drive - Halsey

All we do is drive / All we do is think about the feelings that we hide / All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign / Sick and full of pride / All we do is drive

1994 - Cavetown

Say you're coming around / I need you lately, everything's been getting me down / I felt so much older than the kids 'round the corner / But I feel so much younger now / Overtook them all and slowed back down / Blamed a child in a daisy crown

People Watching - Conan Gray

I'm only looking just to live through you vicariously / I've never really been in love, not seriously / I had a dream about a house behind a picket fence / Next one I choose to trust, I hope I use some common sense / But I cut people out, like tags on my clothing / I end up all alone, but I still keep hoping

Heavy - Dizzy

I've been reading into programs / Relying on a romance / To get this feeling out from under my nails / And I ask where does all the good go? / I theorize a black hole and / Try not to get too sentimental

#edits #playlists #Spotify

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valhallaas · 2 years

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Sweet Like Honey

Benny Miller x fem!reader

Warning: smut(18+, minors dni) fingering, p in v, creampie (use a condom please)

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You and Benny are two peas in a pod

A/N: I listened to Honey by Halsey while writing this. Anyway. Here it is friends! My first Benny fic! I hope you all like it. I love Garrett and this was VERY self indulgent. As always, feedback is very much welcome, and enjoy!

It’s been a long night. Friday night and you’re slammed. People are bleeding in after the fight, a victory for the local Miller boy. You lose track of time, serving as quickly as you can. The crowd is thicker, live performances are lined up–including yourself. You dabble with a mic and your guitar from time to time. Nothing serious. Billy, the bar owner, uses your pretty face and talent as a mule ticket for the younger crowd. You don’t mind so much.

What you do mind, is the guy who doesn’t know how to take a simple no as an answer. He presses on you as you walk past him, hand lingering on your waist. Your elbow hits his gut, but somehow it only encourages him. It’s the same guy who’s on your ass every night that Benny isn’t there. Your goddamn guard dog, he spits in your ear, grip too tight on your arm. It’s nothing you can’t handle, a real pain in the ass is all he is. Benny doesn’t know–Benny can’t know, because it would not end well.

A familiar whistle catches your attention. You lift your hand in acknowledgement when you see Frankie and Santiago walk to the back booth. Your eyes scan the bar for the Millers, a frown forming when you realize they’re missing.

Benny Miller had come into your life like a hurricane, a potential apocalypse, a force to be reckoned with. He’s hard to miss. Tall and broad with eyes that could drown you. Not that you’d mind. Not when they’re accompanied by a smile so bright it’d save you from the depths of hell. He’s just built that way.

Every Friday night he’s there at the bar, waiting on you to take his order for him and the guys. It’s an order you remember quickly. Grabbing their drinks you head to the table.

“Where’s Benny?”

“Relax,” Santiago says, grabbing his beer. “Will’s stitching him up.”

“I thought he won?”

“He did. Doesn’t mean he didn’t get hit once or twice.”

Your frown deepens. But then—

It hits ten, and it’s your time to shine. Casual wolf whistles echo around the bar as you make your way to the stage. You’re handed your guitar and slowly step onto the stage. You move to the mic. “Good evening, how’s everybody doing tonight?” The crowd cheers and you laugh, shaking your head. “I’m going to sing some songs for you, if that’s alright?” When the cheers from the crowd die down the second time, you strum a tune, a small giggle spilling from you. “Good, that’s good. Because you don’t really have a choice. Let’s go!”

The lights are blinding, but you can feel Benny’s eyes on you. You know him in darkness, and probably even in death. It brings you comfort to know he’s finally here and he’s watching. You breathe in and relax. A small smile teases your lips, your fingers moving over the strings. The crowd loves you. A ten minute set that feels like an hour. You’re sweating by the time you walk off the stage. All you want is a cool glass of water and Benny. Your eyes track him as he follows closely behind his brother and the others. He towers over everyone, his eyes searching. When Benny’s gaze finds you, he gives you a knowing grin and a wink.

You weren’t paying attention, you ran face first into the guy. He’s drunk enough that the smell of him makes you gag. Unfamiliar hands grab your shoulders, fingers digging into you. It makes your skin crawl.

“I knew you’d come around babydoll,” He slurs, lips pressed to your neck, hand coming forward to grab at your chest.

“What the fuck,” You can hear shouting behind you, the sound of glass breaking.

You know, you can feel it. He’s waiting for you, he’s holding on to that rage that rushed him the moment this fucking guy touched you. If Benny’s got a short fuse, yours is even shorter. As soon as Benny reaches you, your hand is already flying towards the drunkard’s face. Blood gushes everywhere, you smile, knowing you broke his nose.

“You fucking bitch!”

Just as quickly, you’re yanked back right out of his grip, a large body blocking your view. “Hands off the goods,” You shout venomously as you stumble, Will and Santi at your back, holding you when you hear the telltale crack of fist against bone, a body tumbling backwards onto the floor.

“Pay, tip, and get the fuck out.” Benny’s voice is ran through gravel, and fuck if it doesn’t scream dangerous. “You touch her, even fucking think of her name, or come back to this bar again, my face will be the last thing you ever see.”

And you’d hate to admit that it does something to you, that low voice and the blood on his knuckles and the way he stands in front of you.

***

When Benny makes it back to the table, you’re pulling your hand from Will’s grasp only for him to snatch it up. Your knuckles are slightly bruised. It was a solid hit.

“Who taught you how to throw a punch like that?”

You bite down on your smile, tugging your lip between your teeth. He’s doing nothing to hide the pride in his voice. Slowly, you take him in from top to bottom, gaze lingering only for a second at the quick stitch job on his right eyebrow.

“Mmm. A rowdy patron.”

“Must have taken a liking to him.”

You grin, pulling him closer to you by his belt loops. “Something like that.”

A hand wraps lightly around your throat, Benny grins at the sparkle in your eye. His voice drops lower, making heat throb in between your legs. “You think Billy would get mad if we fucked in the bathroom again?”

“Yeah, probably. Won’t get mad if I ride you in the backseat of your truck, though.”

“God dammit, honey. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Come on, Miller,” you whisper, taking a step away from him. “Bet you can make me cry on your cock.”

“Jesus,” he mutters.

Pulling you behind him, you both wave a quick goodbye to the guys as he parts the crowd, heading for the door. You’re laughing as he drags you to his truck, door already unlocked. There is no preamble. There are no sweet nothings. Your shirt is yanked off, hot kisses pressed to your skin. Moans are pulled roughly from you when he begins to suck, leaving his mark on you. Your knees rest on either side of his legs. Clothed center rutting against the denim that holds him hostage. You ache, you burn. Benny, Benny, Benny.

“This won’t be sweet,” Benny breathes into your hair, hands gripping you to hold yourself up, you hear the flick of his pocket knife, and fuck, you know what he’s about to do. You aren’t even angry that he’s going to destroy your favorite pair of panties. He can always buy you more. “This won’t be gentle.”

The blade cuts through the lace and you whimper.

“I know. I know. I don’t want it gentle.”

“Think you can handle it?”

You bite his neck, making him groan. His hip bucking up into your naked core. “Yeah, baby. I’m certain I can.”

His fingers dig into your thighs before trailing towards your core. He groans, feeling how slick you are. Curses fall from his lips, his finger running up and down your seam. Back and forth, back and forth before he shoves a finger inside you. It’s not enough. You want so much more. Need it. Your Benny, your boyish, chaotic and mean Benny boy knows exactly what you need. Pulling his finger out only to shove three in, you keen, hands running up his neck and into hair. You huff, pushing his backwards cap off, the blonde locks falling free. Your hips are moving on their own, fucking yourself on his hand. He curves his fingers, reaching up in a ‘come here’ motion, and you tumble over the edge.

“You’re easy tonight,”

“‘I’m always easy for you.”

Benny laughs. “Only me?”

“Yeah, Benny.”

You see the flash of his smile before his lips are crashing against yours. He undoes his belt, pulling his pants down far enough to spring himself free. Your breath catches as you stare down at him. He’s leaking, hard, and throbbing. You pull yourself up as high as you can head lifting to look at him. His pupils are blown, black encompassed by a tight blue ring. It’s hot in the cab, sweat slicking up every inch of available skin. You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his skin and he shivers. Your knees bump against the buckles, as you hover over him. His dick nudges the soaked folds of your cunt.

“Come on baby,” you say softly, lowering yourself down. “Wreck me, I can take it.”

And you know he wants to. Can feel the pent up energy from the fight vibrating his very being. He’s always keyed up after a match, but if he's won? There was no stopping him.

“You’re too good to me, honey,” his voice is thick with want.

Slowly you sink down onto him. He’s almost too big. The head of cock snags at your entrance, causing you to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, working yourself slowly until you’re at the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” You hiss as he bucks, you had given him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Benny,” you whine, forehead resting against his.

He nods. He knows. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are slow, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You draw back, hips moving in a smooth tempo. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. He meets your gaze and his eyes hold something akin to mischief. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts up a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“Eyes on me,” You whimper and lift your head. “There you are, my pretty girl.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips and ride him nice and slow. You’re waiting for him to break. Any minute now. You go from circling your hips to lifting yourself up and down. He muffles out curses, hands gripping your hips to help you set a pace. It’s not a nice one. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound booming in the tight small space.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Benny, fuck,”

“What do you need, honey?”

“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I need it, need you.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Stay with me. Ready?”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. You never got your water after that set. Sighing, he’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your walls. You love every minute of it.

He hasn’t started yet. Not really, but your orgasm takes you by surprise. The rough graze of his pants against your clit. You know that your thigh is going to have his buckle imprinted on it. You lurch against him as a whimper escapes. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“I love the way you feel when you’re coming on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. Heavy breaths that fog the windows. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. You feel him firmly plant his feet, delivering a sharper thrust that nearly has your head hitting the top of the cab. He mumbles a shitty apology (clearly not sorry at all) but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. You’re bouncing on his cock now, meeting his every thrust. He’s deep, so deep you’re surprised you can’t taste him. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You gonna come for me again, honey?”

Benny knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. He loves when you get like this, even better when you’ve asked for it. You shift, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re swollen and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips, breathless–he’s your only savior.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Benny is right there. He holds you into place, stubble grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. Shuddering he falls back against the seat, gasping for air.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You fall forward, hugging him tightly to you. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he reminds you.

“Always.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”

“I’m right here, honey.”

“I know, still. Heard your fight was a good one.” You lightly run a finger over his brow making sure not to touch the stitching.

“It was. Wouldn’t have gotten hit if my lucky charm had been there.” His words make you grin. “But lo and behold, I walk into the damn bar and there you are. Hell in a basket just makin’ a racket.”

You laugh, lifting your head to kiss him. Both of you jump when someone bangs against the hood of the truck. You press yourself tighter against Benny.

“If you guys are done fucking, I’d like to go home.”

Your eyes widen. Will. Benny laughs and pulls your shirt down over your head. You adjust your skirt, watching Benny as he fixes his pants. He looks back at you, sunshine pouring out of his smile.

“It’s okay, honey. I know you’re mean. You’re mean and you’re mine.”

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