#jeff buckley fluff oneshot

[chainkeepustogetherr]

1:32, a JEFF BUCKLEY one-shot

synopsis; in which you share an awfully fluffy moment with your (future) lover, Jeff in the golden hours of the afternoon, realising soon it’ll turn into much more

tws/warnings; none! <3

genre/type; fluff <3

a/n: lmk if you guys want more JB stuff! theres genuinely no fanfics about him anywhere </3

THE CLOCK adjacent to the white framed bed frame conveniently resting alongside the left wall reads 1:32, indicating its the peak form of the afternoon, your absolute favourite time of day. Not for any particular reason, of course. It simply remained your favourite due to the calming nature of the hour, often times indicating a needed restful moment of peace almost.

“You okay? Youre lookin’ a lil’ bit dazed” the soft spoken, raven tressed boy speaks beside you, a hint of concern laced within his tone.

“Mhm, was thinking ‘bout how i love this time of day, is all” you truthfully formulate, your words mirroring his same prior tone of tranquility and softness.

“Yeah?” he purrs, changing his position beside you to lay on his side, hand conveniently propped below his ear, seemingly to create a form of balance.

You nod in response, taking note of the small ray of sunlight suddenly illuminating the room, creating an almost golden tint within it.

“The sunlight makes you look real pretty, y’know that?” he adulates, his chocolate tinted eyes peering towards you with pure & unadulterated awe, his lips also simultaneously facing a light smile overtop.

“You’re not allowed to say things like that, J” you playfully remark, though a slither of truth lays well beneath the surface of your statement, a true showcase of your underlying feelings slightly breaking through.

I mean, you were right in some aspect, right? The more compliments and more fixated stares he would throw your way, the stronger & stronger you felt towards him, which simply wasnt allowed to even be considered as an option in your mind. You were fully aware of your feelings towards him, though the thought scared you to say the least. He was Jeff Buckley, big ol’ famous rockstar whom everybody seemed to fawn over, everybody simply wanted him, everybody. It truly felt like a crime, or some form of imprisonment at that.

“What? Why not? Can’t i compliment a pretty girl ‘round here?” he playfully jests, his peach tinted lips curving upwards, forming a rather boyish smirk.

“Stop” you mutter, covering your face within the process as an act of pure nervousness, a bundle of butterflies soon follow up by swarming the insides of your stomach.

He simply responds in an non-verbal format by guiding himself closer towards you, the close proximity between you two edging closer and closer within each passing centimetre.

“What are you doin’?” you query, attempting to appear in a conspicuous manner, though tones of nervous curiosity spill outwards instead.

Though yet again, to your surmise, he doesnt seem to vocalise his thoughts, only a small smirk lays delicately upon the corners of his lips, seemingly showcasing some form of forecast into his mind.

“J, youre makin’ me nervous’’ you retale, though feeling as though nervous was truly the pure definition of an understatement in this situation. You were practically shitting yourself to say the least.

“I know sweetheart, thats the point” he faintly remarks furthermore, his gaze aimlessly lingering on your lips for far too long.

“What would you do, right now?” he speaks, pausing mid-sentence in appearance to concisely formulate the correct and most coherent words. “If i just, kissed you, right here?” he questions, lazily tracing his thumb alongside your bottom lip. “Or here?” he additionally speaks, tracing alongside the hem of your jawline, once again in a rather lazily soft manner.

“You can” you unintentionally whisper, giving him permission to do so without realising your response conflicted with his question, due to your focus on the lingering sensation below your jawline.

“I can what, sweetheart? I need you to tell me what i can do” he responds, knowing damn well what exactly you want him to follow through with.

“You can kiss me, wherever you want too” you breathe, feelings of desperation soon becoming apparent.

You simply needed to feel his lips relish upon your skin, you truly needed to feel the bliss enduring sensations caused by his touch, you frankly needed to understand the taste of his lips as they danced with your own, it was well past a want at this point, it was faithfully a need.

He soon closes the unwanted gap between you both, strictly pulling you out of your maladaptive daydream by conjoining his lips within your own. The everlasting concoction of mint and cigarettes creating a buzzing effect as it elopes throughout both your lips and overall senses. His lips remain smooth, buttery almost, dancing alongside your own in a velvety consistency, furthermore inducing a large swarm of butterflies to overcome your stomach in a dizzying fashion. God, it simply felt so good. As if heaven truly was a place on earth.

“Holy shit” he resumes, detaching himself from your lips in a breathless manner. “You, are something else” he additionally speaks, still remaining in close proximity to yourself, seemingly not wanting to further the gap between you both anytime soon.

His gaze glues towards your own, noticing your both confused and worried appearance, not knowing whether or not his previous statement was a compliment or simply a negative observation. “Oh god, i mean that in a good way, not a ‘you’re fuckin’ crazy’ kinda way” he clarifies, taking note of your state of apprehension.

“Oh, okay” you shyly remark, cheeks tinted in a pale strawberry tone due to your prior activity.

Your mind remained simply too frazzled to even contemplate formulating a more articulate sentence, though the boy in-front of you seemingly remained frazzled as-well, unsure of both your current perceptions and emotions as to what just happened between you both, and if that moment will ever be shared again with the times that come.

“Look at you, all blushy n’ dazed” he awe-fully fawns, his left hand softly clashing alongside your right cheek, his thumb creating circular patterns in a soothing manner as he traces the boldy tinted surface.

“All cause of you, J” you relinquish, placing your own hand on-top of his own.

His lips fold upwards into a slight curve, a delicate smile caressing his lips. “My sweet girl” he whispers, his thumb still drawing lazy shapes along the frames of your cheekbone.

“Mhm, all yours from this moment on” you respond, leaning forward to gracefully gaze your lips upon his own. Creating another moment awfully reminiscent of a cliche romantic novel of the sorts, though you truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

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6K Followers Event - PRESS PLAY

Thank you all for 6k subs! It means the world to me that people enjoy my fics enough to give such consistent support - I really, really couldn't have done it without y'all ❤️❤️

To celebrate 6k, I will be taking requests (for fics/ drabbles based on songs! cuz it's fun lmfao) and writing a part 2 to at least one of my oneshots. This event will be in two parts: Requests and Voting!

(Main Masterlist) (Event Masterlist)

Requests

- Send me a request based on a song!

Tape 1, Side A: love, love, love,

(listen here)

my favourite straight-up love songs

tracklist

track 01: My Kind of Woman // Mac DeMarco

track 02: Daze // Steve Lacy

track 03: We Might Even Be Falling in Love // Victoria Monet

track 04: Romanticist // Yves Tumor

track 05: Amor Prohibido // Selena

track 06: Crush On You // Lil' Kim

track 07: Baby, This Love I Have // Minnie Riperton

track 08: Seaforth // King Krule

track 09: Fraulein // Chuck Berry

track 10: Pilot Jones // Frank Ocean

track 11: La Ciruela // Nico Play

Tape 1, Side B: ...and other stories.

(listen here)

angsty, heart-wrenching; songs that tell a different story about love.

tracklist

track 01: Lover, You Should've Come Over // Jeff Buckley

track 02: Baby Blue // King Krule

track 03: King // Dreamer Isioma

track 04: Shot My Baby // Daniel Caesar

track 05: Mojo Pin // Jeff Buckley

track 06: Jonny // Faye Webster

track 07: Seigfried // Frank Ocean

track 08: Carry Me Out // Mitski

track 09: No Me Queda Mas // Selena

track 10: Show You A Body // Haley Henderickx

Rules for Requests:

- You must: send in a song, from the tracklist or otherwise. I'm happy to take song requests and add to the tracklist - all I ask is that it fits the "vibe" of either Side A or Side B.

- You must: Specify which tape side, A or B. To clarify: Side A: fluff, mild angst with a happy ending, all about love! Side B: heavy angst, hurt / comfort, happy ending or otherwise.

I tried to pick songs with potential for different stories - so give my playlists a listen to understand the "vibes" and also cuz I spent so so long creating them, I'm begging y'all 😭

- You must: Provide an x reader pairing! I mainly write for Miguel O'Hara, Joel Miller and Finnick Odair, but I'm more than happy to write other pairings - check tags for the fandoms I'll write.

- Other than that, be as specific or vague as you'd like. Give me a specific line from the song, a trope / prompt, etc etc. or don't! go crazy lmfao.

- NSFW is allowed for either category, please specify, but as always: 18+ for those kind of requests.

- Most of these will be drabbles, around 500 words or so; but I tend to get carried away with prompts so no promises 🤞

- I will write as many that catch my eye, with a few of my own ideas as well :)

(i am still taking other requests, but prioritising the ones for this follower event for the time being)

Voting

Please vote for a oneshot of mine that you'd like to see a part 2 of! This does not mean I won't write a second part for the other fics at all, it just tells me what to prioritise.

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I already have some stuff planned, but please give me some time to write all of this up – unfortunately, I am a slow writer with a whole ass job. This will be an ongoing event, just a little project I will chip away at.

Reblogs are appreciated, thanks everyone!

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[chainkeepustogetherr]

BROKEN DOWN N’ HUNGRY, JEFF BUCKLEY ONESHOT

synopsis: in which, it simply isn’t too late to pay your ex-lover a surprising visit.

genre: angst i think? lil bit of fluff as-well!

IT HAD PRECISELY only been a matter of weeks, but it sure as hell felt like months since you and your now ex lover amicably decided to end things. Needless to say, you regretted it almost simultaneously. The lack of warmth on the left side of the bed every morning seemed to materialise it.

You woke up each morning with a sense of misery, almost emptiness within each pass of sunrise, day in and day out.

To make matters worse, the weather soon became rather drowsy and depression enduring, which seemingly added to your sense of blues, considering rainy days tended to be you & Jeff’s favourite kind of days to spend together, often humbly wrapped up within each other, simply devouring every savouring moment you two would spend together.

Looking out the small window located on your door, you observe the hues of grey and black painted on the clouds outside, delicate falls of rain cascading down below those very clouds. You stay seated and ponder on the fact that maybe you both were simply just too young to keep your love from going wrong.

You begin to wonder where Jeff is and how he's doing, if he could be missing you anywhere near as you are him. You'd heard through the grape vine that he'd been back out around town, seemingly carried away in his own world having his fun, a stark opposite of yourself who seems to spend most of her days pondering on the rather daunting & thought inducing would've, could've, should'ves this situation poses.

You wonder, what would happen if you simply returned? If you knocked on his door, what would come of it? Would a sense of shame wash over you as you realize he simply doesn't care anymore? Or is it not too late to rekindle things?

Although, little do you know, Jeff has been experiencing the exact same in return. Although he has been seemingly out and about, he often spends most mornings discomforted due to your absence. He spends most of his nights in despair, constantly tossing and turning due to the lack of sleep he faces. He imagines your silhouette smiling softly against him, the scent of comfort and vanilla overwhelming his senses. The fantasy constantly brings him to the verge of tears, simply wishing he had you with him. He feels as if he’s broken down and hungry for your love, yet feeling as though theres no real way to feed it. He ponders, wondering it he will ever feel the bliss of your sweet return.

It feels as if you've been gleaming out the window, looking for some form of metaphorical answer to your unresolved queries for hours and hours on end, but in reality, its only been about half an our or so. You come to the conclusion theres simply not much you can do, considering you remain unsure of if you're willing to deal with any negative consequences if you were to knock on Jeff's door, the humiliation seems too much for your currently sheer broken heart.

You decide to simply go for a drive, hopelessly leading to no where in particular in some form of effort to clear your head of any trace of Jeff. Yet, you feel yourself driving through a rather familiar road, though your mind doesn't seem to register what exactly you're doing & where exactly you’re travelling to.

Within minutes, you pull up to the familiar house that you've spent hours upon hours in, finally realising just where you are. You stay seated in the car for several seconds, realising you had no exact plan on what to do, nor say.

“Fuck it" you whisper under your breath, deciding to simply wing it and air out whatever thoughts previously on your mind earlier in the evening.

You slowly step up the stairs of Jeff's home, letting out a small unsteady breath you weren't aware you were holding in. Knocking three times, you begin to feel a swarm of anxiety take over your stomach, comprehending the fact that this could go extremely right, or extremely wrong.

The door steadily opens, a disoriented Jeff stands before you, a sense of weariness and lack of sleep apparent within his chocolate tinted frames.

His mouth slightly agapes open, his eyes widening slightly in a display of shock, it seemed. “Oh uhm... hello" he speaks, rather softly, yet cautiously.

“Can we talk?.. please?" you say, attempting to hinder the urge to formulate tears from cascading down your face.

“Yeah, yeah of course, come in, the place is a bit of a mess" he replies, a slight hint of embarrassment presented in his voice.

Though you simply nod in silence, unable to find the correct words to say.

"Do you uh, want a tea or a drink? or anything?" he asks, attempting to find a trace of emotion within your face, hoping and praying he isn't dreaming this current moment, due to his lack of sleep.

“No, I'm okay, thank you" you say.

"I think i understand why youre here, but i think i need to hear the words and phrases come out of your mouth, n’ not give into the thoughts that my mind is practically screaming right now " he says, anxiously laughing towards the end of his sentence.

"Yeah, well i just" you pause, attempting to find the right phrase to say without attempting to come off in a hasty manner. "Im just, having a real hard time with this, you know? I really, like really fuckin' miss you and i, just don't know what to do about it anymore”you speak, holding your head within the palms of your hands to hide any trace of emotion painted within it.

“I know i shouldn't come here and i know i should just let it go but i cant. I feel like pure shit everyday, especially when everyones telling me you're doing fine without me n’ i'm sitting in bed, unable to pin point what exactly went wrong" you continue, praying to god you haven't stated your emotions too strong.

A strong, rather unsolicited pause soon follows, allowing you to contain your thoughts in some sense of the word. Though within each growing second, the silence begins to haunt you in a manner, causing your stomach to undergo several different twists and turns, in a similar sense to a rollercoaster of the sorts.

“Don’t believe all the bullshit stories people feed you, okay? Look at my eyes, i look a mess, no? Like i haven’t slept in days?” he rhetorically speaks, not exactly anticipating a response. “I spend my nights awake reminiscing on the times we shared, reminiscing on you. I spend my nights writing endless amounts of poetry, journal entries and songs about you, and god, when i finally do get an ounce of sleep within my system, my dreams always revolve around you in one shape or another” he explains faintly, feelints of passion, yet great sadness oozing from within his tone.

“I consistently think about us and how much i regret the decision we made, its like it fucking haunts me, n/n” he furthermore continues as minor formations of tears begin to brim within the corner of his eyes.

“I really, really, truly did and do love you, you know? Honestly, i believe a fragment of me always will, no matter how close or far set we are apart” he formulates, withholding a strong gaze.

You bite down on your now shaky lip, both attempting and hoping to suppress any tears of your own from manifesting.

Though, a strong sense of relief soon overcomes all five of your senses, a feeling of existential bliss soon following as you ground yourself down to reality, realising Jeff’s words are true and arent a figment of your imagination somehow.

“God, i love you too, Jeff. You’re ‘boutta make me cry, asshole” you playfully jester, wiping away the newly devised tears.

“C’mere sweetheart, wouldn’t want that, would we?” he retorts, inching closer towards you, soon following by wrapping his delicate arms loosely around your frame in a tender manner.

“We’ll sort all this out in due time, okay? No rush, it’ll eventually unfold. I love you too much to let you go this easily, to let this go too easily” he enunciates, though the volume becoming slightly muffled due to his cheek being positioned in a scrunched manner alongside the tip of your hairline.

He furthermore places a delicate kiss along your shoulder, the feeling causing several fragments of goosebumps to arise upon your skin levels as you nod in response to his prior confession. The warmth of his kiss upon your body, the delicacy of his embrace and the scent of him sending a dizzying effect to your mind-frame, the only thoughts occupying your mind being ones of relief, bliss almost. You truly missed the raven haired, chocolate eyed boy beyond belief, beyond words could truly and coherently verbalise.