#like PLEASE go outside. i remember going to a set it off concert and seeing so many beautiful trans women/gnc ppl

[defensivelee]

bruh i seriously hate being on twitter so much, i wish my favorite artists would come over here so i wouldn't have to deal with seeing stupid takes like 'why are you drawing trans women with facial hair. obviously you don't see them as real women.' or same with drawing trans men with tits. ummmm fuck you for 1. saying that every trans person needs to be on hrt and present properly to be valid in your eyes and 2. enforcing gender norms on the fucking TRANS COMMUNITY of all things

well someone clearly doesn't see these women as real women, but it's not me. bitch

[icyg4l]

Summer Lovin: What’s Your Love Life Looking Like This Summer?

hello beautiful people! this is all about what you can expect for this upcoming summer in your love life. this is a continuation of the summer 2024 tarot series! before we get started, i want to say thank you all for supporting me once again. it means a lot as this blog continues to grow. and thank you guys for being patient with me. without further ado, please choose the image that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

pile one: you just wanna be in your room, huh? i think that you will meet a new person & it will take you some time to get used to their energy. but it feels like you have been single for a while now. you��re not really interested in anyone really. but the new person will ignite something in you. this connection will make you more playful. you will meet this person in a place where you least expect it. i think this person will have to grow on you. it feels like a slow burn. as you two become more connected, i feel like you will acknowledge them as a blessing in your life rather than a burden. it’s time to flirt a little bit. your spirit guides want you to be more warm, open and willing to go somewhere outside of work. get dressed up when you go out. not for the sake of romance, but just for self-appreciation purposes. this person will appreciate your intellect so much. they could be born in the summer and wear brown/earth tones a lot. if this is a masculine person, they have long hair. if this is a feminine person, they wear braids. cherish the moments that you have with this person because i have a feeling this is a fling. this person is someone the universe sent to you because they wanted you to get off the bench lmaoooo.

cards used: ace of wands, 9 of cups, knight of pentacles, 6 of cups, the tower, the hermit, king of cups, queen of wands.

extras: cheez its. broken umbrella. chrome hearts. new lingo. ribbons in hair. recently attended a concert. choker. thigh high boots. beetles.

pile two: you don’t have to search for anyone because they will come looking for you. i feel like you got out of a relationship about 6-12 months ago & now you’re wanting to get back into the field. because you set the intention or looking for a specific person, you’re going to find them at the right time. it’ll be almost lightning speed. but remember, you’re the prize. this person is gentle. you have a roster, don’t you? soon, those numbers will be deleted out of your phone because someone will sweep you off of your feet. i see you being bored with the dating scene as well. but by the end of the summer, you will come across your person. they are average height so don’t expect them to be super tall/short. this person invests a lot of money into their personal scent; this will be one of the things that will catch your attention about them. this will be a relationship that lasts past the summer. this person was sent into your life so that you could believe in love again. love can be the fairytale you deserve and more, darling.

cards used: 10 of cups, the star, 2 of discs, prince of wands, 7 of cups (rx), the hierophant.

extras: sharp eyeliner. being overstimulated. zoo field trip. fetty wap. 5th grade. boba tea. cashapp. blonde curls. “say cheese.” star trek. starstruck (2010).

pile three: “the death of a bachelor” is what i heard. this summer, i feel that you will be undergoing some major changes which will reflect in your feelings about love/dating overall. this pile will experience extreme changes in their love life. think 180. at first, you could be into focusing on your money & being flirtatious. but in the middle of summer, you could play with the idea of being a relationship. by the end of the summer, you could get in a relationship or be exclusive with someone. maybe you’ll break up with the partner you’re currently with & this will shift your views. either way, these changed feelings are a result of the people in your life. your support system will be a major influence. epiphanies will be had about the relationships in your life as a whole. i feel like you’ll be playing ‘catch up’ this summer. making up for lost time comes to mind. whatever the case may be, it feels as though you’ll be back outside, enjoying yourself or trying to. you will develop deeper emotional connections with your friends. you could even fall in love with one of your friends. the person who you’re looking for has a rare physical characteristic (i.e. grey streak of hair, different colored eyes, abnormally long chin, etc). i also think that this person could favor/remind you of your childhood crush. all in all, this person was sent to you to help you get out of your comfort zone. how will you know what you can handle if you haven’t gone through it yet? this is a test of resilience.

cards used: death, justice, 8 of discs, king of wands, the hierophant, 2 of discs, 2 of cups, 3 of swords, page of swords, 10 of discs.

extras: corn dogs. boiling water. chocolate bar. “put it in some rice.” book-to-film adaptation. spilled tea. 11th house energy. looking closely.

pile four: you guys are gonna have a sneaky link this summer. this is something that you desire at the moment. i feel like this will be with someone that you’ve known for a while. i don’t think that y’all are on the best terms right now though. but a mutual attraction between the two of you is there. you will be accompanied with chivalry and late night car rides. other things will happen in this car, if you catch my drift. things will escalate with this person pretty quickly. this isn’t an FWB situation at all. it feels like it’s strictly sexual. this person will help you feel more confident in your body & they’ll help you take ownership of it as well. “my body my choice” is what i heard. please use protection. this person is a hard worker. i feel like a lot of these events will take place after they get off from a long day of work. maybe they ran errands for the day but still want to see you? this person lives alone and they treat their car like their baby. i don’t feel that this will last long but the effects will. take full advantage of the time you have with this person, pile four.

cards used: princess of cups, princess of discs, 2 of swords, 7 of wands, the chariot, 8 of wands, the emperor, 9 of cups.

extras: cheetah print bonnet. airport. accountability. drunk texting. m. night shyamalan.

[fanaroff]

Above the Nasty Burger Ch. 3

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He could…

He could feel everything . There was so much around him, in him. Danny was a being, but this? This was so much more .

Energy was sparking through his core.

Wild emotions tore through him, instinctual and sharp, yet blurred all the same. It whirled and swirled and twirled and- oh that was him. He was floaty, gently flying through the soft, soft, soft, air. His eyes were trained upwards and he saw everything . 

The moon, stars, constellations, galaxies-

Stars.

Stars!

Stars!

He could join them! Danny could join them! Look! They are right there! Right within reach! He could grasp each and every shining orb that called to him! Oh! And the moon! The craters along Her surface was just waiting to cradle him. How he wanted to be there. 

He could! He could, he could, he could! Danny could fly! That was a thing he could do! Rockets flew, yes they did! He was a rocket, he could blast off into those constellations and live there forever! And how he wanted to go! 

Go? Yes! He would! Danny would! He-

There was something stopping him. He pulled, but there was a grounding grasp on his arm. Danny tugged and gained a bit of leeway, but lost it a moment later as his other arm was grabbed and he was dragged backwards. 

A sharp whine erupted from his throat and a pain unlike any other lit up his core. He had to go! He had to be there! It hurt to not be there! 

“—nny!” 

Noise, there was a noise. 

Stars made noise! They performed a concert in the sky that only the celestial bodies could hear! The biggest stars made the lowest, deepest sounds! Like tubas in the sky! Smaller stars were soft and high pitched, like flutes! Danny wanted to hear them! He wanted to-

“Danny!” 

Noise again. Not one he wanted to hear. He tugged again, no luck. He hurt . Please let him go! He had to go! He needed to be out there! 

Agony flared in his core. 

“Phantom!”

Danny whipped around with a snarl on his lips, teeth bared into sharp fangs, eyes glowing a dangerous neon green. Something was keeping him from his Obsession. That had to stop. Right now. 

He snapped his jaws towards whatever held him. His teeth clacked together sharply as he bit on air, but whatever was tugging on him let go in an instant. Feeling his chance, he shot upwards. 

The stars. The stars. The stars. 

No! 

There was a tight grip on his arms again, jerking him to a stop. He struggled. Whining, growling, snarling. A litany of angry, hurt, desperate noises escaped his throat. 

“Fuck! Phantom! Danny, listen to me!” 

The tightness on his arms moved and squeezed at his chest, trapping his limbs to his side as something pressed against his back. 

“Shit! What set you off? Fuck!”

No, no, nononono! He was being pulled back. Danny had to go up! He struggled and managed to get an arm loose. He reached upwards, eyes wide as he stared up at the stars being pulled away. 

Please!

”The- the sky? But you see the sky everyday!” That noise again. It wasn’t a noise he wanted. “Fuck, not the sky. The stars? The moon?” 

Those were words. He knew those words! Danny liked those words! 

“Stars! Stars, moon, stars!” Celestial terms tumbled from his lips in staticky Ghost Speak as his body almost seemed to remember that speech was a thing it could do. He listed words that he liked with a tone in almost child-like wonder. 

“Okay! Okay, Baby-Pop. Space ghost, gotcha.” 

“ Space !”

”Yep, uh-huh. Space. Fuck, what do I do?” 

Something tentatively carded through Danny’s hair, scratching along his scalp. Something hummed and vibrations reached him through his back. 

“Um… uh… Rockets? Do you like rockets? NASA? Or just space? Danny, tell me when NASA was founded!” 

NASA! Yes, NASA was good. That led to space. Danny needed to know about NASA to know what lay in the solar system, and outside of it. 

“1958! July 29th!” Danny all but trilled, a burst of happy pleasure jumping through his core and immediately replaced that agony that had taken root. 

“Good! That’s good! That’s so cool! Why- uh- why was NASA founded?” 

The noise was about things he liked! Things he knew about! Things about space. 

“In response to Sputnik l! It’s a satellite!” Danny babbled, listing when it was created and launched and-

He wanted to launch! It was his turn now! He could be a satellite if he wanted to be! Oh how he wanted .

Danny renewed his struggles, but he was still held tightly. Why couldn’t he break free? Did he not have enough propulsion? Could he not break through the Ozone? 

“Danny! Danny, Danny listen! Sh, sh, it’s okay! Uh- I… uh… shit . Uuuuuh… oh! Uh, Danny, do you want to play game? Do you want to play a space game? It’s very, very important. There’s a star without any planets to circle around it.” 

Danny paused. A space game? He liked space. He liked games. A lonely star? Oh, that is very sad, but it will eventually get a planet of it’s own. Oh! Danny could help it not be lonely! He could go visit! 

“The star is right here!” 

Here? Where? There were no close enough to reach except Sol and Sol was very much not a lonely star. It had nine planets and many, many moons to keep it company! Not that Danny would mind adding to that company. 

”Yep! Right here! Look, turn around and see!” 

The grip around his chest shifted and Danny almost took off on instinct, but if there was a star right here he had to see it. Where was it? 

He was turned and was greeted by a bright blue glow. It was his size and was slowly backing away from him. A person-sized ball of flame. 

“See? A bright and shiny, planet-less star! And the game is that you get to be the planet! But you have to stay around it or you loose and don’t get to be a planet anymore!”

Danny whined. He wanted to be a planet! He had to play!

He let gravity compel him towards the small star. He was it’s friend now! He was here! It wouldn’t have to be alone anymore! 

Danny did a lazy circle around it, the star rotating in place as if to keep him in its sights as he went. He circled and circled, drawing closer and closer. 

Yes! This is what he wants! He likes this! He gets to be a planet! 

Circle, rotate, circle, rotate! He counted the days it would have been that the rotations equaled, the years that the circles represented, and compared them to the Earth-years he was so familiar with. 

One rotation equals one day! Three hundred and sixty five rotations equal one year! One circle around the star is one year! 

Danny lost himself in his game, core humming happily with temporary completion as he circled, and circled, and circled. The heat from the sun warmed him, drew him closer. It seemed a collision was almost inevitable. 

Danny circled closer and closer until, finally, he wrapped himself around his small sun. Happy and content. Core purring. He kept close to his star, satisfied for now as he gazed dreamily into the night. 

“You with me, Space-cadet?” 

He gave a questioning hum, blinking lazily upwards. 

“Not quite? Damn, Baby-Pop. Obsession Trance has you stuck . You gotta snap out of it though, it’s almost day time.” 

“Hm?” 

“Words, Danny. C’mon, you can do it.” 

“Mm…” He felt safe. And tired. He wanted to stay wrapped around his star forever and bask in this feeling. 

“Please don’t make me drag you to FentonWorks and have Jazz put you in a thermos.” 

Dannt growled softly. The thermos was decidedly not his star. It was not safe or comfortable. He was fine where he was, thanks. 

Fingers brushed through his hair again and he blinked. Fingers? He blinked again, feeling distinctly as if static were starting to lift from his mind. He shook his head, but it was slow to clear. 

Space was at the forefront of his mind, but Danny realized he could think. No longer consumed by one thing. The fingers continued and he took his time twisting around to see the owner of them. 

Ember’s softly grinning face greeted him as her turned. For some reason, the usual blue flames that made up her hair surrounded her entire body. He blinked and looked down. He found that he was draped around her waist, ghostly tail wrapped around her legs, and- wow, how did that happen? 

“Well, Space-cadet. You found your Obsession.” << Previous Ch. Next Ch. >> Companion Piece >> >>There's a companion piece to this chapter from Ember's POV! I liked the idea of writing both the instinctual end of things as well as what it looks like from the outside. The idea of Obsessions is super cool to me and I wanted to explore how it can affect a ghost that has found theirs. Playing with instincts is fun, but a bit off. Danny is already strong AF. Only gonna get stronger from here.

[rebornofstars]

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

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

snippet for you from chapter 1!

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

[builtbybrokenbells]

Spitfire | ii

Jake falls for an enigmatic girl at the bar, but she gets away before he could get her number. Although a bit heartbroken, he continues on with life anyhow. He discovers a local coffee shop that adorns fantastic reviews, but doesn’t realize it’s the ‘spitfire’s’ long time favourite. He thinks that maybe fate is at play after all.

Read part one here

Read part three here

Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a physical fight, mentions of cheating and bad past relationships, deep convo that’s slightly sad, mentions of drinking, fluff, getting to know each other esque cuteness. I think that’s it, nothing too heavy!

hi! im really liking writing this so far, sorry it took me a little while to get this chapter out. im recovering from quite the sickness atm. i think this is turning into quite a slowburn little story. im so down bad for domesticity and romance, also just absolutely feral for Jake in general. hope you enjoy, and as always don’t mind any grammar mistakes and please be kind!! 🫶🏻

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The small coffee shop was crowded, busy with hungover university go-ers and old couples on their weekly outings. Late morning on a Sunday was the worst time to go to a cafe, but they were the best cure for a hangover. Jake had scoured the internet for the best rated store that was within walking distance. Now, he stood in line, absentmindedly staring at the menu. He was still caught up in the memories of the night prior, unable to stop thinking about the girl he’d met at the bar. Once his brothers got him back to the hotel, he’d found it almost impossible to sleep. He’d stared at his phone all night, searching your first name on every social media he owned. Turns out, there were a lot of girls with the same name as you. That, or you didn’t have a very large internet presence. He was left empty-handed and dejected, wondering if he’d ever see you again.

When you’d returned home, little to his knowledge, you’d done the same. It wasn’t very hard to find him, though. All it took was a little search of nearby concerts to find the name of his band, and from there it was easy as pie. You had his account open on your Instagram all day, staring at it with your finger hovering over the follow button. You wished you could just get over yourself and follow him. For all you knew, he wouldn’t even notice the notification. Still, you were on the fence about him. Sure, he was attractive, seemed nice enough, and wasn’t disrespectful, but the possibility of him turning out to be an asshole was still very real. The possibility of him turning out to be a distraction was even larger.

So, you kept his page open in the background on your phone while you threw a sweater on. You then shoved your phone in your pocket, ignoring the incessant nagging in the back of your mind. You were certain you could forget about him within a few days. You convinced yourself that you were only so fixated on him because it was new and exciting. The novelty would wear off soon enough.

You slipped on some shoes, throwing your hair back in a bun and walked out the front door of your house. When you got outside, you took a look at your hand, which was bruised from the night before. You smiled at the memory, knowing that your ex had gotten what he deserved. The ache in your knuckles was tolerable if it meant he’d finally leave you alone. You set off down the street, barely looking at the people who walked past you. When you turned the corner, a strip of local owned business came into sight. It was bustling, much busier than usual for a regular Sunday. You smiled to yourself, passing by a record store you’d frequented. The owner was sitting in the window by the register. You gave a small knock on the glass, catching his attention. Once he’d recognized you, he gave a wave.

You mouthed that you’d see him later, making a point to remember to stop before you went home. He gave a thumbs up before you disappeared from the window. You continued on your walk with your main objective never leaving your mind. Eventually, you reached the front of a familiar building, peering inside and seeing it was very crowded. As you reached for the handle of the door to your favourite cafe, your phone started to ring. You pulled it out of your pocket, seeing one of your brother’s names pop up on your screen. You put the phone to your ear after accepting the call. “What?”

“Oh, yeah, nice to hear your voice, too.” The sarcasm was laced in his words. You chuckled.

“No really, what’s up?” You stepped inside the building, immediately filling the phone with background chatter.

“Where are you, the middle of a fucking madhouse?”

“Coffee shop.” You responded, getting into line.

“Recovering from last night?” He questioned with a knowing tone.

“How do you know about last night, Sam?” You pulled your wallet out of your pocket, checking to make sure you’d picked up the right one before you left.

“Little birdie told me,” he sing-songed. You were certain Eve had already texted him and told him. She was nothing short of hopelessly in love with him, and he with her. They’d clicked instantly when they met. If not for the distance between where they lived, you were sure they’d be married with six kids already. She’d never admit it, but you knew how often they talked. If anything, you thought it was sweet. “What did I tell you about getting into fist fights with grown men?”

“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “He deserved it.”

“Yeah no doubt about that, but that doesn’t mean you should pick fights with notoriously aggressive people. A man, at that.” Your phone vibrated against your head. You pulled it back to see he was FaceTiming you. You grabbed your headphones from your pocket, slipping one in your ear and accepting the video. When it connected, his face was uncomfortably close to the camera.

“Are you trying to say men are stronger than women?” You raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m saying he’s twice your size and is crazy enough to kill you.” He pulled his phone back, letting you get the full view of his face.

“Is that Alex?” You asked, noticing a figure sitting on his couch behind him, hopefully changing the topic for good. He moved so you could see the sofa. “Brother!” You exclaimed. He turned his head to look at the camera. He immediately waved, a smile crossing his face.

“So you’re excited to see him, but not me?” Sam feigned a look of hurt, sitting next to your eldest brother.

“Yeah, pretty much.” You laughed. “He’s my favourite.”

“You’re my favourite too, squirt!” Alex was clearly high, Xbox controller in his hand and a bowl of cereal on his lap in front of him.

“Thanks, guys.” Sam scoffed, setting his phone up on the coffee table, already tired of holding it up.

“Are you guys stoned at eight in the morning?” You asked, barely being able to control your giggles.

“It’s the weekend, baby. Time doesn’t exist.” Alex stated, giving a lazy smile. “When are you coming home?”

“You guys could always come visit me!” You exclaimed, checking to see how far the line had progressed. The two muttered an agreement, but didn’t give a straight answer. You knew they would; at least twice a year all of your brothers flew out to stay for a while, but it was hard to coordinate. Five schedules aligning was not easy in the adult world. “I’ve got four exams and three essays to do in the next two weeks. After that, I’ll come home to visit for a little while.” You assured him. As much as they got on your nerves growing up, they were, without a doubt, your best friends in the whole world.

“If she doesn’t get herself killed.” Sam interjected.

“Yeah, I heard about that, Squirt.” Alex said, now putting his focus fully on you. “I know we taught you how to fight, but you can’t put yourself in danger. You seem to be getting into fights every time you go out.” There it was; the concerned older brother act.

“Yeah, whatever. I was perfectly fine. He’s a little bitch, anyway. Hopefully he takes the hint this time.” You stepped forward, realizing you were next in line. “Listen, I’ll call you guys later. I’ve got to order.” You told them. A look of sadness crossed their faces. You felt guilty, knowing you had been neglecting them lately. “I love you both. I promise I’ll call tonight before bed.”

“Okay, I’ll hold you to it.” Alex pointed at the camera, a stern look on his face. You chuckled. “We love you too.”

“Try not to punch the barista if they get your order wrong.” Sam snickered.

“Fuck you, Sam.” You couldn’t help but smile while you said it. “You’re still my least favourite.” This time, your voice caught the attention of someone ahead of you that was waiting for their order. He looked over, catching sight of you smiling down at your phone. He was shocked, blinking hard and wondering if he was just imagining you standing in line. When his eyes refocused and you were still there, his heart sped.

“Love you!” Sam exclaimed just as you ended the call. You shoved your phone back in your pocket, taking out your earbud.

“Who’s Sam?” A low voice sounded from in front of you. You looked up, eyes wide at the sudden interaction. A smirk was adorned on a set of lips that you hadn’t been able to get out of your head all morning.

“Jake?” You whispered, not believing you’d ran into him.

“We meet again, witchy woman.” His smile was wide, teeth showing and eyes crinkled.

“You really must be following me, rockstar.” You couldn’t bite back the grin that was growing.

“I was here first, so I think, if anything, you’re the one following me.” He teased.

“If that’s what you’d like to believe, I’ll let it slide.” You both gave a small chuckle. Silence ensued only for a second before he spoke again.

“Seems like fate really wants us to get to know each other.” You took in the sight of him, light wash jeans and plain grey t-shirt, sunglasses low on his nose. Somehow, he was still just as attractive as he was the night prior, proving the liquor wasn’t skewing your opinion. “So, is this Sam some competition for me?” He asked. You let out a little laugh, shaking your head.

“He’s my younger brother. No need to worry, rockstar.” He cocked his head to the side, a noise of humour falling from him.

“I’ve got a younger brother named Sam, too.” His eyes scanned your face, making you a bit nervous. You definitely weren’t wearing your best attire, but he still seemed to look at you like you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

“Small world, huh?” You breathed.

“Very,” the conversation was interrupted by the cashier calling you over. Jake turned, looking at the worker and stepping out of your way. He followed you to the counter, though, not wanting you to leave his sight.

“Uh, can I get my usual coffee and a blueberry muffin, please?” You asked her. She rang it in, not having to ask for any clarification. You’d frequented the cafe so often that they usually knew what time of day you’d be there.

“Anything else, y/n?” She asked. You shook your head, holding up your debit card.

“I’ll get it.” Jake whispered, gently nudging you out of the way.

“No, you don’t have to.” You shot him down.

“I insist,” he pulled his card out, tapping it before you had the chance. You shook your head, knowing he was never going to let you pay. You pulled out a five dollar bill from the back of your phone case, setting it down on the counter. The two of you walked to the waiting area silently, not sure where to go from there. You only waited a second before Jake’s order was up on the counter. He grabbed it, not making any move to leave.

“Any plans for the day?” You looked at him through the corner of your eye.

“I think I have a pretty clear schedule.” He smiled. “What about you?”

“I think I could fit you in.” You whispered, turning your head towards him. “I owe you a memorable time in Baltimore, if I remember correctly.”

“Hm, yeah,” he pretended to ponder, his thumb and forefinger taking to his chin. “I think I do recall something about that.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “What do you have in mind, miss engineer?” You watched him for a moment, slightly amazed that he’d remembered what you told him the night before.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.” A worker placed your order on the counter, giving you a wave. You returned it, feeling slightly guilty that you couldn’t remember his name. “Thanks! I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You said, grabbing your cup and the little bag that adorned your breakfast. You gave Jake a look, nodding your head towards the door. The two of you hurried out, returning to the crowded sidewalk. “There’s a little park on the next street over. It’s usually pretty quiet there, if you wanted to eat in peace.” You told him. He gave a nod, instantly okay with anything you suggested if it meant he got to spend time with you.

You grabbed his hand, weaving around a corner into a small alleyway that lead to the next street. You only had to walk for a minute before the gates to the recreation area were in view. There was a small playground for the children with a few slides and swing sets, but it was mostly patches of small flower gardens and filled with benches and picnic tables. You made your way towards a secluded table that was shaded by a tree, never once letting go of the boys hand. You sat down, motioning for him to take a seat across from you. The first few moments were filled with silence, neither of you sure of what to say. Eventually, he spoke up.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he chuckled, looking up at you and taking his sunglasses off.

“That makes two of us.” You said, taking your muffin out and unwrapping it. “Thanks for breakfast, by the way.”

“It was my pleasure.” He assured you.

“I think you forgot to mention that your band was pretty popular, rockstar.” You picked at the top of the muffin, taking small bits off at a time. “You’re telling me I’ve got to compete with almost a million other girls?”

“So you looked me up?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry, I tried to find you too.” He admitted, eyes falling on his coffee cup. “Turns out there’s a lot of people with the same first name as you.”

“Well, my parents weren’t too original with names, seeing as we have brothers with the same one.” You joked. “Was that him at the bar with you, last night?”

“Yeah, all of my brothers were there. Sam is the taller one with long hair. Josh is the one with the half-assed mullet.” He chuckled.

“Are you and Josh twins? I thought you looked alike.”

“Yeah, we are. And Danny, he’s our best friend. He’s not actually related to us, but he’s our brother, too.” He explained. You gave a slow nod.

“Curly hair?”

“Yeah,” he replied “and that’s the band.”

“Interesting. So your mom gave birth to a set of musical prodigies?” He let out another laugh, this one louder and more relaxed. You were certain you could listen to it all day.

“I guess you could say that.” He paused, taking a sip of his drink. “What about you? Do you just have the one?” You could have cackled at the thought, not being able to imagine a world with only one brother.

“Four,” he nearly choked on his beverage.

“Wow, okay.” He cleared his throat. “So I’ll have an army after me if I fuck this up.” You smiled, shaking your head.

“They’re all bark, no bite. I throw a better punch than all of them put together.” You assured him. He knew you weren’t lying, recalling the ones you’d thrown the night before. “Alex is the oldest, he’s permanently stoned. Then Will, who hates to admit he’s related to us,” you joked “Austin is the middle child, and he’ll never let us forget it. I’m next, the only girl so ultimately the favourite, and then Sammy, the baby, and the most annoying person I’ve ever met in my whole life.”

“I think that’s a brother thing.” He confided, agreeing with you.

“So it’s just you and your two brothers? Well, and the rent-a-kid?” He let out another belly-laugh, making it hard for you to hold back a smile.

“No, we have a sister, too. Her name’s Veronica.”

“So technically we have the same type of family. A fuck ton of brothers and one lonely girl in the mess of testosterone.” You said, swallowing down another bit of muffin.

“Seems so,” he picked at the sandwich he’d bought for himself. “Now I know why you can fight like that.” Your cheeks tinged pink at the memory.

“Only when it’s deserved.” You corrected.

“Yeah, seemed like that guy did deserve it.”

“You have no idea.” He didn’t respond right away, but his eyes lingered over you. There was so much he wanted to ask; so much he was itching to know, but he had no clue where to begin, or if you even wanted that.

“I’d like to know, if you’re ever willing.” He finally said. You watched him for a moment, not giving him any reaction.

“Do you really, though?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you really want to hear the stories, or do you just want to fuck and move on?” You studied his face, waiting to see a hint of a lie in his answer.

“I want to know.” He said, just as serious as you were. “I really like you, y/n.” You chuckled, leaning back and looking away from him now.

“Yeah, they all say that.” You dismissed him.

“I’m serious,”

“You don’t even know me, Jake.”

“Then let me.” His stern tone brought your attention back to him. “You had me head over heels just by existing last night. Then, you leave without my number and we just happen to run into each other again? You have to feel something, too. I can’t be making this up.” You took a long sip from your latte, avoiding the statement for as long as you could.

“I do, too.” You eventually sighed. “But that doesn’t matter. I said I was done with relationships. Even if we try to start something, you’re leaving. I’m never going to see you again.”

“You think I’d leave and never see you again?” He wasn’t condescending when he asked, but more inquisitive. You gave a shrug.

“You travel the world for a living. You meet new girls every day, ones throwing themselves at you non-stop. I can’t compete with that. I’m stuck here for at least two more years. You’re going to forget about me as soon as you step foot on that plane.” Your fingers played with the sleeve on the cardboard cup, scared to look up at his face.

“I’m interested in you. I knew from the minute I saw you at the bar last night, I wanted to know you. You’ve got nobody to compete with, because you’re the only person I’m looking at.” He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “There is no possibility of me ever forgetting about you, even if this doesn’t go anywhere.” He caught your eyes. You held his gaze for a moment. The sincerity he held in them was something you’d never seen before.

“Okay,” you straightened up, leaning closer to him. “I will give you my phone number. If, after you leave, of course,” you paused “you’re still thinking about me, use it.” A grin started to blossom on his lips. “But you better mean it, rockstar. There’s no back and forth, or changing your mind every other day: if you want it, you can have it, but I do not fuck around and I do not give second chances.”

“Thank god, because I don’t think I could leave here without it.” You both shared a giggle, feeling the tension dissipate. “You don’t have to worry about having to give me a second chance. I’m not stupid enough to do something that would risk losing you.” A small smile broke out on your face, comfortable with the agreement.

“Okay, rockstar. I’ll hold you to it, then.” You said, reaching across the table. His hand found yours immediately, thumb running over the smooth skin. Your fingers danced together, becoming familiar with the feeling of holding each other. You noticed the callouses on his fingertips, prominent on his otherwise soft hand. “Give me your phone.” Without question, he used his free hand to pull it from his pocket. He placed it in front of you after unlocking it. You picked it up, going straight to his contacts and adding your number. You clicked the icon for the camera, holding the phone up and taking a quick picture of your smiling face. You left the nickname blank, letting him make that decision on his own.

He took it back, studying it for a moment before typing something in. After a second, your own phone chimed, signifying a new message coming through. You looked at it, unable to hold back a laugh. He had texted a simple ‘hi’ with a smiley face. You sent one back, setting his contact name as ‘Rockstar’. “Thinking of me already?” You teased.

“Had to make sure you gave me your real number.” He put his phone back in his pocket, wanting to keep his full attention on you.

“Don’t trust me?”

“Just don’t want you to get away again.” He breathed. The uncertainty about him was slowly disappearing the longer you were around him. Silence ensued again, his hand still intertwined with yours. The coffee in your cup was quickly coming to an end, and you were eager to show him around the town, now.

“Come on,” you stood, finishing the last of your drink and tossing your garbage in a nearby trash can.

“Where are we going?” He asked, standing, too.

“You’ll see.” You reached for his hand again. He accepted after slipping his glasses back on. You started at a slow pace, in no rush to get anywhere. You led him back to the street the coffee shop was on, passing by a few friendly faces from campus. You stopped in front of the record store, excited to show him what was inside. You prompted him to enter first, following behind him.

He took in the sight; the walls lined with posters and music memorabilia. There were rows of records, sorted by genre and in alphabetical order. He looked at you, giving you a small smile. You waited, wanting to see where he went first. He cautiously approached the rock section, eyes lingering over the surplus of vinyls with a childlike glimmer in them. You looked through bins yourself, but occasionally looked over at him to see what caught his attention. After a moment, he pulled one out. You focused in his direction, trying to see which one he’d grabbed.

“Hendrix?” You asked, recognizing the cover. He nodded, turning it so you could see it too. “That one’s my favourite, I bought it a couple months ago.” You smiled.

“‘Electric Ladyland’ is your favourite?” He asked, now turning his attention fully on you.

“Yeah. Voodoo Child and Crosstown Traffic are my favourite songs from him. ‘Are You Experienced’ was a good album, and it’s almost everyone’s favourite. I have that one too, but that one was my favourite.” You explained. He gave a slow nod, appreciating your opinion. Just as he was about to respond, the calling of your name caught you off guard. You turned, seeing the owner of the store sitting at the register.

“I got your order in, darlin’.” Your expression lit up, immediately leaving Jake to join him at the front of the store. You took a seat on one of the stools he had by the counter. “Was wondering when you were coming back, I was going to give you a call.” He picked up a box from below the counter, setting it in front of you. Jake had joined you now, standing behind you.

“I meant to swing by sooner, just got busy.” You explained. He waved you off, not too worried about it.

“I know you’re busy with all of your schoolwork. You’re here now, that’s what matters.” He assured you. You leaned forward, opening the flaps of the cardboard. You grabbed the records from inside, placing them in front of you. “Some good picks in there.” He complimented.

“Thanks, Dave.” You smiled. Jake watched over your shoulder as you sorted through them. Janis Joplin, The Doors, and a Santana album.

“I had trouble finding the ‘Abraxas’ album.” He admitted. “That’s why it took so long to get it.”

“I’m just glad you found it; I’ve been looking for it for years.” You said, looking up at him. “Thank you so much.”

“No trouble, kid. Let me know if you want anything else.” You nodded, appreciative that he was so kind. “So, who’s this poor boy you’ve got with you today?” He had a smirk on his face, looking behind you at Jake.

“Oh! This is Jake, I met him last night. He’s just in town visiting, so I thought I’d show him some of the best spots.” You were a bit embarrassed that you’d forgotten to introduce him. Jake stepped forward, holding his hand out for the owner to shake.

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled.

“You, too. I’m Dave, I own the place.” The older gentleman responded. “You like music, son?”

“Yeah, I do. Same type of stuff she likes.” He informed him. You rolled your eyes, cutting in.

“He’s a musician,” you added. “I haven’t heard him play, but his band is pretty popular from what I’ve seen.”

“Is that so?” Dave was pleasantly surprised. “I was in a band back in my day, didn’t get very far though.” He chuckled. “What’s it called?”

“Oh, uh, Greta Van Fleet.” He answered, seeming a bit shy from being put on the spot. Dave stood, looking past him for a moment before walking towards the mounds of records. He looked through a bin for a moment before stopping and pulling one out. He flashed the cover towards you both. “Yeah, that’s us!” Jake let out a small laugh, shocked at the sight.

“I did a big order a couple weeks ago, when I was browsing I saw the name pop up, thought I’d bring some in. I haven’t got a chance to listen to one yet, though.”

“That’s super cool,” Jake said, his cheeks slightly pink. You grinned at the interaction, knowing he was amazed that his record was here. Dave brought it over, handing it to you so you could get a look. You grabbed it, inspecting it for a moment. “That was our first EP.” He explained. You flipped it around, looking at the songs on the back.

“I think I have some more over there, too.” Dave said, sitting back down in his computer chair. You got up and walked over to where the older man had been moments before. You sifted through and stopped, pulling two more out.

“‘Anthem of the Peaceful Army’, and… ‘The Battle at Garden’s Gate’?” You asked.

“Yeah, those are ours, too.” He walked over to meet you, his hand falling on your lower back and looking over your shoulder.

“What’s your best album, rockstar?” You turned your head to look up at him. He wasn’t very much taller than you, more or less the perfect height.

“I don’t think I could pick a favourite.” He chuckled. “That one’s our newest one, the one we’re doing the tour for, now.” He pointed at the black album with gold detail. “But the other ones all paved the way for us to get here.”

“Spoken like a true musician.” You giggled, taking them back to the counter with you. “I guess I’ll have to check them all out, then.” He broke off, still browsing through all of the options.

“You’re buying all of them?” He asked, not believing what he’d heard.

“Well, if I’m gonna be your biggest fan, I’m going to have to commit to it, aren’t I?” He smiled to himself at your words. “I do expect an autograph, though.”

“I think I can do that.” He called back as you gathered all of your purchases. Dave rang them in on his register, grabbing a bag for you when he finished. You pulled out your card, completing the transaction without a word. Dave bagged the records, handing you a receipt. Jake appeared behind you again, now placing something of his own on the counter. You looked down, recognizing the cover immediately. He’d picked up the self-titled Eagles album, which contained the song he’d pegged as your nickname. When he caught you looking, he gave a smirk. “Maybe I can get your autograph, too.” He joked.

“You guys are all set.” Dave said, handing Jake his receipt. “Nice to meet you, Jake.” He said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you, too, sir.” Jake replied. Dave chuckled at the formality.

“Be careful with her, now. She’s a wild one.” It was your turn to laugh, opening the door for your company.

“Don’t scare the man away, Dave!” You teased.

“You know I’m joking. He seems like he can handle ya.” He gave a chuckle. “See you later, y/n.”

“Bye!” You called out as you stepped outside. Jake gently let the door fall closed behind him, making sure it didn’t slam. You looked at him over your shoulder as you continued to walk up the street, admiring the way the sun casted over his face.

You didn’t know him yet, but every part of you wanted to. From what you’d seen of him already, he was different than any boy who’d pursued you before. He was careful, collected and quiet, but he looked at you like a person, rather than just someone to fuck. Even if you never saw him again, the memory of knowing him for a day was worth more than knowing someone lesser for a lifetime. He caught up to you, grabbing your hand before you could get too far away from him. He wasn’t sure where you were taking him, but he was happy to be with you. You walked in silence, bag of records swinging in time with your steps. You couldn’t help but think about how nice his hand felt in yours, wondering if fate really was at play for you to end up here.

You brought him to a large recreation centre, seeing bodies pooling around the doorway. You politely passed through, leading him inside. The usually empty main room buzzed with chatter, small booths and tables lining the perimeter with a few large strips through the middle. “Farmer’s market?” He asked, taking in the sight.

“Yeah, every Sunday they usually have one here. They’ve got lots of cool stuff. Hope you don’t mind.” You smiled.

“No! I think it’s nice,” he assured you. “I love stuff like this.”

“I usually check it out every week. Something small to get out of the house, plus they have produce and preserves, other farm fresh food, and lots of little knickknacks. I like getting to know the vendors, too.” You explained. He listened carefully, nodding along with your words.

“You seem to know everyone. The bartender, that bouncer, the guy from the record store…” he listed, trailing off at the end.

“I love people. I think they’re interesting.” You explained, walking forward to a small booth with homemade jams. “I think everybody’s story is worth telling, but nobody ever wants to listen, so I do. It’s made me some fantastic friendships, although some unlikely.” You chuckled, peering at the different flavours on the labels of the jars. “It’s also gotten me into some sticky situations, like the guy at the bar. I like to see the best in people, but unfortunately some people are just bad. Seems like we always figure that out after it’s too late.”

His eyes never left you, soaking in your explanation. “But, I wouldn’t change it, I guess. As much as that particular person sucked, I never would have known for sure if I never got to know him. Everybody deserves a chance, but rarely do they deserve a second. Hence why I told you that, earlier.”

“Is that why you decided to get to know me?” He asked, looking over your shoulder at a bottle you’d picked up.

“I’ll take this one, please.” You smiled at the lady selling.

“Five dollars, please.” She smiled. You fished some change from your wallet, handing it over to her.

“Thank you.” You smiled. “Hope business is well today.” The older woman smiled, letting you know it was, then wishing you a good day. You moved on, Jake following and still waiting for a response. “I suppose so,” you finally told him “after the last guy, I kind of swore off romance in general. When Mike told me you were asking about me, I wasn’t really interested, like at all.” You gave a humourless chuckle. “But you came over, and you were attractive, and I was drunk. Thought one drink wouldn’t hurt and it would end there. Then you started talking, and you were genuinely interested in what I had to say. I’m not used to that. When I talk to everyone, they love telling me about their life, because nobody’s ever really asked them, but a lot of them forget to do it back.”

“I don’t know how anyone would not want to hear all about you,” he mumbled. You shrugged it off.

“You’d be surprised. Some people go their whole lives without being asked about themselves, so when the time comes, they’re so happy about it that they forget how lonely it feels.” You explained. “And that’s fine. I like listening, way more than I’ve ever liked telling. I made it a point to get to know as many people as I could when I moved here. In three years, I could probably tell you more stories about the residents here than others who’ve known them their entire lives. But I suppose it does get a little isolating, knowing so much about everyone, but nobody really knowing me.” He was captivated in your story, really wanting to hear what you were telling him. He didn’t want to make you feel like others had. You walked to the next booth, looking at a row of handmade jewelry.

“When you wanted to know me, when you asked me all of those questions… it just made me feel a bit different, I think. I was really going to let you take me home. Then all of that other shit happened, and I was worried that you’d believe the stuff he was saying.” Jake was taken back, sad that you even considered he’d believe a bad word about you without knowing you. “You wouldn’t have been the first.” You sighed. “When I was running away, I regretted it before I even lost sight of you. I wanted to turn back, but I guess I was scared. I still am, but that’s a different story.” You picked up a beaded bracelet with a small charm hanging from it, inspecting it carefully.

“I think that would suit you very well, y/n.” You looked up, noticing the person on the other side of the table.

“Well hello, Linda.” You smiled. “I haven’t seen you here in a while.”

“Yeah, I took a little break, but had some free time and decided to come back.” She told you.

“How’s your daughter doing?” You asked.

“She’s good, getting eager for the fall. I made sure to let her know all of that stuff you told me about the school. And she even bought her prom dress, yesterday.”

“Exciting!” You exclaimed. “Did she end up going with the red one?” The woman nodded, a sad smile crossing her lips.

“I can’t believe she’s all grown up.” She sighed.

“Time flies, but she’s gonna do awesome. Cognitive Science is a super competitive program, so she’s already ahead of the game.” You promised. “And she has my number if she needs any help around campus.” You reminded.

“And we appreciate it, very much.” The woman assured you. “You graduate your bachelor this year, right?” You nodded, a grin breaking out on your face.

“It’s crazy, but yeah. It’s been a long few years, but I’m ready to move on to the next challenge.” You told her.

“Have the bracelet, dear. As a graduation present, and a thank you for all your help.”

“Oh, no, Linda. That’s okay, I know you work hard on these.”

“No, really! I’m more than happy to, you’re always such a pleasure to talk to. You’ve been so helpful with the university thing. I never went, I have no idea how to help her and you always have an answer.” She smiled. You returned it, feeling your heart swell with affection.

“Thank you, and I love helping you guys out. You’ve always been kind to me. Like I said, if she has any questions don’t be scared to give me a call.” You said.

“Of course, have a good rest of your day, dear.”

“You, too!” You returned the well wish before continuing on your journey. Jake could only laugh at the interaction.

“You really do know everyone.” He said, watching you slip the bracelet on.

“Like I said, I come here every weekend. She used to be here all of the time, I got to know her pretty well. Her daughter got accepted to Hopkins in the fall, so I’ve been helping them transition into it.”

“That’s really nice of you.” He said. His attention was caught by a stand overflowing with freshly cut flowers. He noticed that you’d already found your focus on a produce booth, looking over the fruits and vegetables. He managed to break away from you without you knowing, sneaking across the walkway to look over the bouquets.

His eyes landed on a bunch of wildflowers, finding that it seemed to suit you better than any of the different coloured roses. He asked the vendor if he could take that one, pulling out his wallet and checking if you’d noticed he was gone. The lady asked if he wanted a card for it, to which he gave a nod. “Uh, can I borrow a pen?” He asked, a bit sheepishly as he handed the money over the counter. She gave him his change and a pen. He used the small open space on the counter to scribble a note on the card.

Lucky to be the one to know you, witchy woman

- your rockstar x

He handed it back, thanking her and quickly turning back to you. He noticed you were just finishing up buying a basket of food, relieved that you hadn’t caught him in the act. As you were putting your wallet back in your pocket, you finally turned to notice Jake wasn’t beside you anymore. You turned slightly, looking behind you to try and locate him. He was standing with a childish grin, holding the flowers to his chest when you caught sight of him. You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling a redness creep to your cheeks.

“For me?” You asked as he stepped towards you.

“No, I bought them for Josh, actually. Just because he’s such a great brother.” He joked, causing a laugh to fall from your lips.

“I don’t know him, but I’m sure he’d appreciate it.” You continued on with the humour. He extended his arm, holding them out for you. You took the bouquet, inspecting the beauty of it. Your eyes fell over the card, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you read the words. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten flowers before.” He gave you an incredulous look. You shrugged at his response.

“I’m glad I could be the first,” he chose not to say what he wanted to about your past relationships, trying to keep the interaction as light as possible.

“Thank you, Jake.” You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek, lingering there for a moment. He smiled to himself, looking down at you with a hint of a blush. You rearranged your items, placing the flowers into the basket with your produce. He stopped you, taking it from your hand completely.

“I’ll hold it for you. I’ve only got one bag.” He assured you, making sure the flowers were secure before you continued walking.

“And to finish what I was saying earlier,” you said as you turned the corner to the next aisle of tables. “It sucked leaving you there last night. I really wanted to turn around, or to tell you to come with me, but I got in my own head. Same with this morning. I could have followed your Instagram and shot you a message, but I’m still scared, I think. My love life has never been too kind to me, and I grouped you in with the rest of them. I don’t think that was fair.” You explained.

“I get why, though. When we get hurt enough, we tend to forget that good people still exist. It’s normal, and I don’t hold that against you.” You looked up at him, studying him for a moment.

“What about you, rockstar?” He met your eyes, cocking his eyebrow up as if to ask ‘what’. “You seem to be very understanding about it, so I can only assume it’s happened to you, too.” He didn’t answer right away, formulating the best way to respond.

“Playing music has always been my dream, you know.” He started. You gave a nod, clinging on to his story, wanting to know him as bad as he wanted to know you. “And I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I get to spend every day with my brothers, making awesome music that makes people feel something.” You found yourself smiling softly, feeling the passion for his work just by the tone of his voice. “But it gets lonely. Personal lives and fame don’t really… mix. I have friends, yeah, but not a lot of good ones. It’s hard, you know, always being gone. People don’t try to keep in contact, or they think that I don’t miss them because I’m so busy travelling the world.” He paused, looking down at you for a second. “And a lot of people don’t want to know me, for me. They like the fame, or the superficiality, because they feel like they only need to know me on a surface level and never have to put in too much effort.”

Your heart ached at his words, realizing that you may have misjudged him in the beginning. No doubt he was lonely on the road, never having any constants. And you had no doubt that loads of people wanted to know him for the fame, or perks, or the novelty of knowing a musician. You felt a little guilty, knowing that you assumed he’d forget about you once he’d left town; he was a person, too. He seemed genuine, and you felt he was quite similar to yourself. He seemed to want to know people fully, and beneath his nonchalant exterior, it appeared like he loved to love people. In the short time you’d known him, he’d been more caring and attentive with you than anyone you’d met before.

“I had a couple girlfriends over the years, but it was hard for them. I get why, but it still sucked. I, uh, leaned pretty fast that loyalty isn’t a priority when your boyfriend is gone all of the time.” He let out a small, humourless laugh. Your eyes softened as they scanned the tabletops for new trinkets. You looked up at him, now turning to face him fully. He caught your gaze, jaw hard set and no real emotion peeking through. “S’okay, though. That stuff happens. I would never, but I think they thought I was doing the same thing.”

“I don’t think that makes it okay,” You whispered. “I’m sorry that happened.”

“I’m sorry for the ones before me, too.” You gave a small shake of your head.

“You don’t have to apologize for them.”

“You don’t, either.” He said, giving a small, reassuring smile.

“You know, I think that maybe we were supposed to run into each other this morning.” You thought aloud. “I think I like you, Jake the rockstar.” He let out a laugh.

“And I know I like you, y/n the engineer.”

“I really started to like you when I realized you remembered everything I told you about myself.” You confessed. “You cared enough to remember.” You whispered, more to yourself than him.

“Of course I do, miss bio-engineer who’s finishing her degree early, from Washington state, who knows everyone because she finds people interesting, with a great music taste and a smile that can take anyone’s breath away, who also has four brothers.” He rattled off, taking a deep breath in when he finished. Both of you fell into a fit of laughter. “And who can throw a punch that will knock a grown man off his feet.” He added.

“I am amazed.” You bowed your head to him. He let out a chuckle, beginning to walk again and guiding you along with him.

The two of you continued on around the market, finally leaving with bag fulls of items. When you went back outside, the streets had cleared slightly. Most people were getting back home to have dinner with their families. As you stood on the sidewalk, you began to realize this was the time the two of you were likely to part ways, but the thought of it made your stomach churn. Jake sat down on a bench outside of the building, placing his items beside him. You joined him on his other side, not willing to break the silence if it meant you had to say goodbye. His hand found your thigh, resting a few inches above your knee. You placed yours on top of his, your thumb running over his below yours.

“I had a good day with you.” You finally said, being unable to satiate the need to talk to him.

“Me too.” He whispered.

“I don’t want to go.”

“Me either.” Silence hung thick in the air again. His fingers squeezed your leg gently, assuring you that the quiet was anything but awkward. You watched the clouds in the sky, the sun feeling nice on your face.

“When do you leave, rockstar?” You finally asked the dreaded question.

“Tomorrow night.” He breathed.

“Come home with me, tonight.” You weren’t really thinking about what you were saying. It was mostly from the heart. The repercussions were large if the night went poorly, but you were so smitten with him that they didn’t matter to you any more.

“Are you sure?” He asked, more of a formality than anything. He was wishing you would ask all day long. You gave a nod. “You can come to the hotel with me, if you’d rather.” He offered.

“I don’t care where we go, I just want to be with you.” You admitted. “But I do have to take my stuff home, and my roommates are probably worried about me, so I should check in with them.”

“I want to be with you, too. Let’s get your stuff home, then. Maybe I’ll get a house tour out of it. We’ll just go from there, like we’ve been doing all day.” He grinned. The two of you stood, rearranging your bags so they were the most comfortable way to carry, and you led him back to your house without another word or a care in the world.

[someloserjay]

Concerts and Tequila

!TW! Mention of alcohol and slight nsfw themes

Completely from Sebastian’s POV

Sebastian and his friends need to get to a concert a Zuzu city when same thinks of the only person he knows that can drive.

I’m terrible at descriptions bare with me please this is fully inspired by me and my friend going to a ‘set it off’ concert.

Sebastian’s POV

“Guys, did we think of how we’re getting there? Zuzu is massive. The hotel isn’t close to the place.” I pipe up. Planning to go see a concert with these two is terrible.

“Can we get a taxi or something?” Abigail asks

“It just sounds sketchy honestly.” I say everyone nods in an sort of agreement

“What about the [Y/N]? She used to live in Zuzu. She's gotta know how to drive? We could get her a ticket.” Sam proposes his eyes light up so much when he thought of the idea you’d think a light bulb appeared over him.

“Even if she did, no way she’d like the band.” I say trying to knock the idea down. She is a farmer, as much as i have a raging crush for her i know she wouldn’t be into this type of music.

“She actually does! I had to run by to pick up some gems I asked her to get. She has a poster of them and one of her pajama shirts is an old tour shirt. I think the poster is signed too.” Abigail says, trying to remember. “Have you two nerds not been inside her house?” She asks a massive laugh coming out.

“I’ve never been to the farm.” Sam admits

“Yeah, I haven't been over there since she moved in. I usually catch her outside the mines on her way back.”

“Wait a minute you said signed? She's been to a concert before, so she’d definitely be down to drive us! We gotta go ask.” Sam says getting excited and grabbing his coat. It’s towards the end of summer so the nights are getting chilly. So I stand and get my jacket. Abigail texts the farmer to find out she’s at her farm. Grabbing her jacket, we start on our way. The pathway is a lot neater, [Y/N] travels it so much she took a day to clean it up pushing the grass back and pulling some thorn bushes out of the way. I grab the small box out of my hoodie pocket and the walk being enough time to smoke. Plus going to [Y/N]’s this late is nerve racking. To say the least.

“You know that’s bad for you right?” Abigail says in a half joking half serious tone

“And you eat rocks.” I say as I light the cigarette. Sam laughs and she gives an annoyed yet defeated look and shrugs.

“Gems.” She says to correct me. Rock is rock. As we near the farm we hear faint music coming from the farm. It's not the band we all have tickets for but it is one of the headliners. We turned the corner to see the farmhouse, I haven't seen it since before mom added it to the farmer. It looks amazing. We turn to see the scene of [Y/N] pulling some weeds around her crops. When she hears us she perks up and waves, tossing the fibrous weeds into a box she has beside her porch. She set herself on the porch letting her legs dangle off.

“[Y/N] are you free next wednesday?” Abigail says in an overly enthusiastic tone. Jumping up beside her sitting beside her but with her legs crisscrossed while facing [Y/N].

“No sorry guys I’m going to the city next week for a thing i won’t be here.” Abigail's smile doesn’t fade too much.

“What are you gonna be doing? We just need someone to drive we’re going to Zuzu too.” Sam says. I finish my cigarette and go to toss it before [Y/N] stops me.

“I already had to clean a ton of old butts when I moved. I have a trash can inside in the kitchen.” She says as sweetly as humanly possible. I start inside and everyone follows me. [Y/N] goes in and grabs a glass of water.

“I’m actually going to see a concert.” She says turning her music off. The three start to put the piece of a puzzle in.

“[F/B/N]?!” Sam says, putting a hand on her shoulder. He’s normally touchy with people but this sent a small jolt into my heart.

“Yeah vip tickets. How’d you all know? Abby, did you rat out me liking them?” Abigail just nods like a dofus, she sighs.

“You got vip too?” I speak up.

“Yeah I have every time I’ve seen them.” She says gleaming. Yoba, her smile makes me melt.

“So can you drive us? We have two hotel rooms which means a free bed, come on please.” Sam asks

“Sure, I haven't booked my hotel yet. I have a rental car booked already. Do none of you know how to drive?” She asks, our excitement dies with that last question.

“We’ve never bothered to learn you can pretty much walk everywhere here in pelican town. Hey, even you sold your car when you moved here.” Abigail notes. She sold her car when she came down here? Is that how she bought her first sets of seeds, and why she’s so interested in my bike?

“I wasn’t trying to be mean, sorry guys of course I’ll drive just meet me at the bus station, the rental car spot is like right beside the bus stop in Zuzu.” She says it’s getting really late so we decide to head out for the night and let her go to bed.

— Wednesday—

This is the earliest I’ve been up in forever I think. I groan as i get up grabbing my phone to shut off the alarm. I grab my bag and start at the bus stop. I cut through [Y/N]’s farm. There’s a paper taped to her front door. I can’t help myself, I walk up to her door and read it. It’s a simple note thanking Perrie for coming by to check on her animals on his day off and some basic care instructions for them. I hurry off the bus stop where as usual I’m the last there. Abigail and [Y/N] are excitedly chatting back and forth beaming ear to ear. That damn smile. Sam’s hugging two cups of coffee from home. Without speaking he just hands me one and gives the most tired smile I’ve seen in a bit. A little bit later Pam shows up and we all board the bus.

A ride later we get there. We walk across the street to the rental car place and [Y/N] checks out the car. Abigail and Sam, who know about my crush on the farmer, let me have a front seat with her. Basterds. She puts the address for the hotel in and tells everyone to buckle up. I watch her every move. Before pulling out her hands and cord back to Abigail, annoyed I didn't say anything just watch. She picks “Like That” By ‘Sleep Token’ which isn’t a bad song. I enjoy it. But I really didn’t expect her to like it, I really need to change my expectations. She loved it, and knew it. Her singing along almost broke me and Abigail knew it.

“Oh shit the hotel is beside my old apartment building. I know where I’m going.” She laughs as she turns the car and starts to back out. It’s a smooth ride. Except for her and Abigail singing along to different songs she plays. When we get there she parks and we all rush in. Abigail and [Y/N] run into the bathroom to rush getting ready in the hotel room book for her and Abigail. Me and Sam set our stuff down and come back into their room sitting on the bed as we all chat. When she comes out of the bathroom to grab her phone I’m shocked I’m used to her in her overalls or jeans with her hair up to keep it out of her way. Her [Y/H/C] is down framing her face beautifully. Makeup, I’ve seen her with very light makeup on Fridays at the saloon, and light colored makeup at town events. But it’s dark, the lipstick, the eyes, it's something I would normally see from Abigail. She has a pair of shorts I’m pretty sure I’ve seen her wear before they aren’t covered in dirt though. The fish nets she’s wearing underneath are definitely borrowed from Abigail. It’s paired with a shirt from their last tour. Choker and earrings to add flair.

“You look great.” I say praying my voice didn’t crack as bad I think it did. Everyone laughs, I go along to feel less embarrassed. I always wondered what she’d look like dressed up like this, but seeing it. Yoba himself couldn’t stop the thoughts running through my head. We check the time, the vip stuff is about to start so we all pile back in the car and rush over Sam and Abigail get in the normal line and we pass through. [Y/N] and I are waiting in line and she is talking nonstop. She's excited I am too, I’m just shit at showing it. We get up front and go to them together. They sign her poster and vip tag mine too and she goes to take her photo with them and grabs my hand pulling me in.

“Memories!” She says as they flash the camera. We walk to the merch table and we each buy what we want and head to the stage. She goes right to the middle front to stand and wait for stuff to begin. She ties her shirt around her bag’s cross body strap.

“Can you hold this for one second?” She asks me while holding her bag out. She has her poster slightly hanging out of the top of it. I agree, taking it for a moment as she slips the new hoodie she had bought over her head.

“Look good?” She asks spinning. She looks amazing.

“You look great, sure you won’t get too hot in that?”

“If I do I’ll just take it off.” She says, grabbing her bag from me, slipping it back over her head. We make conversation as we wait the same and Abigail gets it a bit before everything starts and meets up with us. Me and Sam stand behind Abigail and [Y/N] since we’re taller and don’t want to block their views. Sam wiggles his eyebrows at me and I smack his shoulder mouthing ‘grow up’ at him.

The first band comes out and the girls are excited they know most of the songs. Me and Sam are a bit clueless but the performance was top tier.

‘Now I'm going to ask a favor, you've been a great crowd tonight! When I say get down I want everyone to get down like this and when I say to start jumping!’ the singer squats as the song begins signaling the crowd to do the same. I see Abigail pull [Y/N] down with her, there's a shine of excitement in [Y/N]’s eyes. The beat starts to swell. I play along as well, letting myself bend at the knees. The singer jumped up and the crowd went wild jumping. I smile while watching Im recording most of their set since I don't know the lyrics as well. [Y/N] is in front of me. I can barely make it out but I heard it even Sam gives me a look to confirm her. She's screaming the lyrics along with the crowd, the quiet farmer they've all come to love, they've forgotten she lived here this was probably her favorite scene when she was here. She's screaming and jumping, very close to me should I mention. Even Abigail points it out. [Y/N] brushes up against me by accident. She apologized, before turning back and enjoying the rest of the song.

[Y/N] comes back with Abigail with some bottles of water for the four of us needing water before the main band comes out. I take a large sip of mine, before slipping it in my hoodie pocket we all chit chat. Making plans for after the concert that include a bottle of tequila and what I would usually call a stupid game. Never have I ever. Were grown, why Abigail and Sam would suggest it seems suspicious. [Y/N] seemed excited so I went along with everything. The concert went great. Our group's voices hoarse from screaming lyrics all night. We all piled back into the small SUV [Y/N] had rented. As we pull off I begin to wonder about her life here in Zuzu, she doesn't chat about it much. I'm pulled out of thought as we stop there's a small plaza in front of me. The faint glow of ‘ABC’ glows and lights the car up. Abigail and [Y/N] hop out to grab the liquor we had agreed to. Sam slaps my arm apparently I was staring.

“Ya’know Abby said [Y/N] gets pretty touchy when she drinks. And we all know how cocky you get.” Sam says, I turn towards him.

“You're not trying to suggest?” I fuss, blood rushing to my cheeks and the tips of my ears. Sam laughs.

“I mean when was the last time dude. The girl from the fall festival that came in from Zuzu. The long distance didn't work or something like that.” He's referring to a small hookup I had about a year ago.

“I'm just saying Seb, she's definitely into you, take the shot.” Sam says as he punches my arm repeatedly. The girls come back outside and get inside, [Y/N] handing the heavy black bag back to him. Pulling out the music still going just quieter so we can all chat. The elevator ride up to the room was uneventful. The girls go into the bathroom and take off their makeup and their hair down. Me and Sam get the red solo cups set for the game, pouring an equal amount of tequila in each. Yoba, why did they pick tequila? It tastes like hell. Me and Sam use the bathroom one at a time to get our pajamas practically the same. A plain T-shirt and sweatpants. The girls come in. Abigail in leggings and her T-shirt she just bought. [Y/N] in shorts and the hoodie she had bought earlier in the night. The shorts barely poke out under the hem of the hoodie. Abigail sits on the bed beside Sam, leaving [Y/N] to sit beside me.

“I’ll start.” Abigail exclaims

“Never have I ever fallen asleep in public.” She says looking at Sam who takes a drink. So does [Y/N].

“I fell asleep on the bus to work one morning. And an few times on the way home from the mines to late.” [Y/N] says laughing

“I passed out on the couch in the saloon a couple times.” Sam admits. The game goes on until it's just me and [Y/N].

“Never have I ever worked hungover?” I ask in a joking manner, to my surprise [Y/N] took the last sip of her drink laughing. Sam’s eyes go wide.

“Dude Jojo’s is so strict about that, how'd you get away with it?” He asks

“It was the stupid call center that expected us to look half dead anyway.” She says giggling. Her hand rested on my knee to support her own laughter. My hand works hard to resist the urge to hold it. I wish we had broken up the rooms differently.

“So then I win?” I say an smirk growing on my lips.

“Guess so, last one with anything left in their cup.” Sam says “Gotta finish it off.” Which then starts the rest of the group chanting ‘finish it.’ Until I tip the cup finishing what was left in my cup. I take [Y/N]’s empty cup stacking ours together. I set the cups aside on the nightstand when a weight hits my shoulder looking down I see [Y/N]’s head resting against my shoulder, her arms wrapped around mine. My smirk turns into an gentle smile. Abigail and Sam are giggling and smacking each other excitedly while whispering to each other.

“I’m going to go lay down in the other room y’all have fun.” Sam says over exaggerating a yawn before scurrying out of the room.

“I think I’ll go crash in there too you to have fun though.” Abigail says in sing song voice as she grabs the spare key from me for that room and hurries behind Sam. Now with me and [Y/N] alone I look down at her, I cup her chin with my hand. She hums as she looks up an goofy smile plastered on her face.

[sinkingwmyships]

dunno when imma work on it next (pray for me yall 💀), but here’s what would be the opening of the first chapter of my sunven vigilante AU (tho no aven here yet)! enjoy 💫

(not to make this a promo, but if u did wna see aven, here is a little thing w both of them set in this AU, tho i’m not sure where in the AU’s canon it wld happen :P (it’s not in my current version of the plot ahah))

“How are you doing? … How’s preparation coming along?”

Commotion is rife outside. Voices clamoring, doors opening and closing, footsteps in every direction…. Sunday strains his ears to see if any are coming his way, but it seems he’s in the clear for now.

“I can’t believe how many are coming! It’s extraordinary…. I mean, we dreamed about it all the time, but I never imagined it would actually come true.”

Sunday inhales. The air is scant and taut, and it hurts his chest on the way down. Or maybe his chest has been hurting all this while.

“But you know what makes me the happiest? That you are here, brother. I wouldn’t trade you for all the fans in the world… well, not that I can even if I tried, because I know you’ll always be there for me….”

Robin looks at him, smiles. Sunday can only stare. It’s like he’s trying to imprint the expression into his mind, but of course, he doesn’t succeed.

“It’s almost time! I have to go… I’ll see you there?”

The recorded message freezes, then ends. There’s only Sunday’s face reflected back to him on his phone screen now. He has gotten thinner—he hadn’t even noticed until Robin, thousands of kilometers away at the time, pointed out instantly the moment he turned on his video camera.

She did not see him there, in the end. He couldn’t make it, because he was busy with paperwork and oversight and meetings with clients… tasks he can remember with more clarity than the last time he went to one of her concerts. And yet, she still diligently called him from every new city, remembered to buy his favorites any time she encountered them, invited him to every event regardless of whether he’d missed the last one or twenty. But he, he never showed his appreciation, never responded in kind to her enthusiasm and love. And now, it is too late.

“Master Oak! The ceremony is about to start, where have you—” Their butler-in-training—Misha, if Sunday recalls correctly—cuts himself off awkwardly when his eyes land on his young master’s face. “Uh– are you feeling alright?”

“As ‘alright’ as I may feel on a day like this, Misha.” Sunday smiles at him coldly. He could have been a little nicer, but they’re at his sister’s funeral, for god’s sake. It was a distasteful question.

“Yes! Of course! I’m so sorry, sir. P-please excuse me!” the young man squeaks out, before making himself scarce. Sunday frowns at the shrinking silhouette; really, when will the Bloodhounds be back in Golden Hour? It’s absurd how many their father likes to bring along on his business trips.

Speaking of…. Sunday casts his gaze around the room while moving toward his designated seat. He sees other Family members, business partners, prolific visitors from afar… but not their father. Robin must be disappointed, he thinks—then immediately regrets thinking it when sorrow curdles into a lump in his throat. It takes jaws clenched achingly tight and several deep breaths to make sure no tears will come out. Their father isn’t here, which means he is the face of their Family. This is no time for a breakdown.

Despite knowing that, Sunday finds his focus shot barely ten minutes into the ceremony. The ride to the burial ground is a black-and-white blur. And despite him technically being the host of the reception, Sunday excuses himself after the first couple soppy “my condolences.”

[lovebombs4life]

the story of us - c.t.h

requested: yes! “Could you do a calum x reader, please?!

They are together since sgfg era (they met at a concert of her) and you could write their story (like timeline)”

a/n: i love this idea so so so much. i’m tweaking some of it just a bit, but i hope you enjoy it :) this took me like 2-3 days to write. i have two other requests i haven’t even started in bc i love this one so much.

cw: swearing, implications of drinking and sexual activities

———

2015

being a small artist was so exciting, but so exhausting. trying to get publicity and more recognition sucked, with a big capital S.

my life has completely changed when my manger had called me, asking if i wanted to be an opener for an uprising band, 5 Seconds of Summer. of course i immediately said yes.

i had seen them before live. they opened for one direction when they were first starting out. they were incredible, and opening for them would be such a dream. tour started next month, giving me time to catch up on all their music.

their voices were unbelievable. i remember hearing amnesia when i had been broken up with last year, and listening to it now, i no longer think of him. now all i can think of is how beautiful it sounded.

i looked into the band, searching up common stuff about them. calum’s tan skin and tattoos has drawn me in. his hair was beautiful, he was beautiful.

i couldn’t let that distract me from being professional when we met. i pushed aside those feelings, waiting for tour to start.

———

a month later

i shook with excitement as i was being driven to the first venue. i had yet to meet the boys, and to say i was nervous was an understatement.

as we pulled up to the venue, i could see thousands of girls already standing outside, waiting to get in. my stomach flipped at the sight. sure i’ve performed live before, but this was a lot more than i’ve ever played for. i shook off the nerves of performing, focusing back on my first impression with the band.

the car parked, and i stepped out, walking to the entrance of the venue. i was lead by a security guard to the large dressing rooms. the sounds of laughing and yelling were heard through the door before i walked in.

“everyone, this is y/n y/l/n, your opener. y/n, this is the band.” the security spoke to me, leaving me with everyone. they all looked at me with soft smiles. my eyes landed on calum, my breathe hitching as he watched me walk through the door.

“i’m sure you already know, but i’m luke, that’s michael there, ashton, and calum.” luke smiled brightly. they all stood up, taking turns hugging me.

“it’s great to meet you guys. it’s crazy that i’m your opener. it feels like i saw you guys opening for one direction just a week ago, but here i am opening for you this time.” i spoke, waving my hands around.

calum chuckles at my actions. i blushed, smiling at them. “we’re excited that you’re here. your music is fantastic, and we’ve already seen some posts from fans saying they can’t wait to see you live.” calum said.

“i’m glad. im incredibly nervous. how long until i’m on?” i asked, looking for a clock. “little less than an hour.” michael piped up, looking at his phone.

my eyes widened, not ready at all. “i’m gonna go warm up a bit, see you all later!” i said, walking into my own seperate dressing room.

i began my warm ups, and before i knew it, i was halfway through my set. “alright everyone, we’re gonna slow it down a bit, and i’m gonna do an acoustic cover, how’s that sound?” i spoke into my mic. the crowd went crazy.

i chuckled as i put my mic back on the stand, grabbing my guitar. “so this is one of my favorite songs actually, and it means a lot to me. it’s called everything had changed, by this super cool chick named taylor swift. if you know the words, sing along!” i announced.

i started strumming my guitar, listening to the muffled screaming through my ear pieces. i smiled as i saw calum watching me from off stage. he gave me a smile and a thumbs up. my heart fluttered.

i turned back and sung the words. i knew my face was red as it was, but if i could see myself i knew i would be bright red. calum mouthed the words as i sung, making me giggle a bit.

once i finished the song, i said my goodbyes to the crowd. i passed calum, giving him a high five. “that was fantastic!” he cheered, pulling my arm back and giving me a hug. i pressed my face to his chest, taking in his scent.

i needed something to subside this little crush that was lingering in my mind. “thanks cal! just thirty more minutes then you guys will be on stage! they’re all going crazy waiting for you.” i laughed.

he watched me as i walked away, going to my dressing room to grab a snack.

soon enough the boys were due to go on stage. i walked around to the side of the stage, watching calum as he plucked the strings on his bass. i sung along to every song, watching calum the whole time.

every so often he would turn his face towards me, watching me as i danced around and sung with him. he would laugh and shake his head slightly.

the concert went on, and i could see some fans pointing to calum as he kept looking to the side. i giggled, thinking how they’d never know he was watching me. it was such an innocent thing, but i knew we’d have to keep things professional in the end.

“alright i want everyone to scream the words to this with us! i wanna hear you loud and clear and i want to see you jump!” luke yelled.

“i just want to say before we start, this song is going to be dedicated to the most gorgeous girl ive ever met. this is ‘she looks so perfect’” calum spoke, winking at me.

i blushed madly as the crowd went wild. after the show, calum handed his bass to a stage manager, and grabbed my hand, pulling me to his dressing room.

“what are you doing to me cal? my mind is going a million miles a minute just thinking of you.” i spoke, running my hand through my hair. he chuckled.

“i know it’s all so soon, but i believe in love at first sight, y/n. you make me crazy.” he spoke, getting closer to me. he held my hips as i wrapped my arms around his neck.

“let’s just see where it all leads, yeah? let time consume us.” i spoke. he nodded, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

this was only the start.

———

2016

after tour, i kept in touch with all the boys, but especially calum. soon after tour, we started dating. just a few months ago, we moved in together, sharing an apartment.

since moving in together, we’ve had countless movie nights, date nights, nights where we’d cook with each other, sick days, and so many other things. we’d already been together for a year, but it felt like we’ve been together for years.

“y’know, i really love you.” calum spoke softly as he played with my hair. my head was resting on his bare chest, tracing his tattoos. we’d both just gotten done showering, deciding to lay down and get ready for bed.

“i really love you too cal.” i blushed, looking up at him. his sweet eyes stared down into mine, giving me a soft kiss. i put my head back down, listening to his heart beating.

———

in the morning i woke up in an empty bed, looking for cal. i shifted around, finally getting up. i grabbed a pair of calum’s boxers and a sweater before walking out of our room. i could hear the soft sound of guitar from down the hall.

as i walked into the living room, calum started humming, stopping every so often. i knew he was in the middle of writing. he looked up when he heard my soft footsteps on the floor. “hey! i wanna read you these lyrics, wanna know what you think.” he spoke. i smiled, sitting down next to him.

i grabbed his journal, reading what he wrote. “i’m not sure if i’ll bring it up to the boys any time soon..” he trailed off as i read it.

“we know we’re classic together like egyptian gold.

we love us.

it don’t matter,

be combative or be sweet cherry pie,

it don’t matter just as long as i get all you tonight.”

he hummed it as i read, squeezing my leg. “cal that’s beautiful! you’ve gotta bring this one to the boys.” i encouraged. he blushed, pulling me closer to him.

“it’s about you. doesn’t matter if we stay in or go out, just as long as i’ve got you. as long as i get to love you.” he spoke. i blushed, pushing him back against the couch. i straddled his hips, kissing him.

“why don’t you show me how much you love me?” i asked him. he smirked, grabbing my waist.

———

2018

“i can take you out, oh, oh! we can kill some time, stay home!” calum sang, watching me as i danced from the crowd. i smiled at him as he watched. he signaled for a security guard to come close, speaking to them briefly before they walked to me.

“calum says he wants to bring you up on stage, follow me please.” he spoke. i nodded and followed. once on the side of the stage, i was handed a mic.

i listened as calum spoke. “i wanted to bring out a very special girl, my wonderful girlfriend, y/n y/l/n!” he announced. i walked out on stage, waving to the crowd.

“hello! i’m going to be honest, i didn’t know calum was going to bring me up here!” i laughed. the boys were still playing. they were at the bridge in valentine, playing it slowly.

calum took his bass off and set it down gently. he walked to me, grabbing one of my hands. “y/n i’ve loved you for the past 3 years, and im forever going to love you,” he began. i turned my head in confusion.

“you’re the most wonderful person i’ve met in my life. you’re the one who inspired this song, and what feels like millions more. you’re my muse.” he continued, letting go of my hand and grabbing something in his pocket. he set his microphone down, getting on his knee.

my eyes widened. i handed my microphone off to a stage hand, turning back to calum. he held a small velvet box, opened to show a beautiful diamond ring. “will you marry me?” he yelled to me over the sound of the crowd. i nodded my head quickly, my hands over my face. i got down to his level, holding out my left hand. he slid the ring onto my finger, pulling my face in for a kiss.

tears fell from my eyes out of excitement. “i love you!” i yelled to him. “i love you!” he yelled back.

he was the one i was going to spend the rest of my life with.

———

2020

it was CALM release day. calum and i have been together for five years now, and married for a year.

our wedding was very private, but we took plenty of pictures to share with the fans. i’ve never been more proud of calum.

calum was at another interview today, and of course i was by his side the whole time. i stood off set, watching as they talked about the album. “what’s your guys’ favorite song off the new album, and why?” the host asked. they all looked at each other, thinking of their answers.

“easily mine is wildflower. y/n was a big inspiration for that song, and she even helped us write and produce some of our music. which i want to mention, her new album comes out in two months!” calum smiled at me.

after the interview, he captured me in a tight hug. “you have no idea how proud of you i am, cal.” i kissed him. “and you have no idea how proud of you i am, y/n.” he spoke as we walked to the car, leaving for the next interview already.

———

once we got home from celebrating the album, calum and i decided to relax in bed having a movie night. we decided on watching ‘juno’, one of our favorite movies.

“have you ever thought about having one?” calum asked. i looked up at him confused. “one what, cal?” i questioned.

“a baby, y/n. have you ever thought about having one?” he explained. i smiled at him. “of course i have cal, i’ve always known i’ve wanted to be a mother some day.” i watched his eyes flicker to my lips.

“what about having a baby with me?” he held on tight to me as he asked. i nodded my head. “all the time. it’s been in my mind since before we got married.”

“what do you say we make one?” he said, stroking my hair. my eyes widened. “now? shit if you’re down, let’s do it.” i laughed. he climbed on top of me, and i prepared myself for the night ahead. calum was a determined person, and i knew he’d go all night if it meant getting me pregnant.

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a few weeks later i had woken up, feeling like absolute shit. i sprung up from the bed, running to the bathroom. while throwing up everything from my system, that moment, i knew i was pregnant. since that night i had stopped drinking alcohol and switched to decaf coffee just to be sure of no issues. calum had stopped smoking, and we could do was wait to have a positive test.

once done, i quickly scrambled to grab a pregnancy test from under the sink. i did my thing and set it on the counter, result side face down. “calum?” i yelled from the bathroom.

he hurried into the room, thinking i was hurt. “are you alright? what’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing my face, holding me close. that’s when he had seen the test on the counter.

“you really think..?” he started. i nodded my head. “i woke up with morning sickness. i know it may not mean anything but, i don’t know, ive just got a feeling.” i said. he held onto me, standing with me while we waited.

i grabbed out my phone, setting up my camera to record our reaction. i was so sure, but at the same time it could’ve been nothing.

i had taken some videos before, and they were negative, but that was me just waiting to see if it’d happen. of course, calum was with me during each, but for this one he held me tighter.

“ready?” i asked him, the video already recording. “as i can be.” he replied, smiling. i grabbed the test from the counter. “okay. one, two, three.” i spoke, flipping the test over. i studied the lines, but quickly saw two solid pink lines. i covered my mouth, showing calum. his eyes widened grabbing the test from me, looking at it for himself.

“we’re pregnant.” i stayed, watching him set the test down. he grabbed me, squeezing me tightly. “i’m gonna be a fucking dad!” he cried, kissing me.

“we’re gonna be parents!” i squeaked, tears slipping from my eyes. i grabbed my phone, ending the video. i took a picture of the test, and sent both to my family and calum’s.

we were flooded with congratulations from our families. we waked back to the room, laying with each other. we both posted the video and the picture on our social medias, announcing to the world that we’re going to have a baby.

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nine months feels like a life time, but also so short once you have your baby. on november 8th, 2020, we had our beautiful baby boy, charlie.

calum and i spent every waking moment loving him, and loving each other. being home from the hospital was a relief, as we were able to finally have alone time from friends and family.

this was the start of our small family.

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2022

5sos5 released just a few months ago, and charlie was soon turning two. time has flown by, but everything is absolutely perfect.

luke had brought up the idea for calum and i to make another version of ‘Older’, knowing our voices went well together. we decided to do so, and released it. the song was beautiful as it is with luke and sierra, but it felt so much more special now that calum and i had an official song together.

calum and i sat together by our fireplace, enjoying the warmth in the cold weather. we had just found I’m pregnant again, and we’re basking in the love of each other. charlie was asleep in his crib, the baby monitor close by incase he started to fuss.

calum got up, grabbing my hand to come with. he walked me to the kitchen, grabbing his phone out. he searched something up before hitting play, and propping open the refrigerator door. “you’re so cheesy. i love it.” i giggled.

he grabbed my waist, clasping one of our hands together. i rested my other hand on his shoulder. he swayed with me, just as we did for our first dance after getting married.

he kissed the top of my head, holding me close. “you’re so perfect, y/n. i’m so in love with you.” he spoke softly.

“i’m so in love with you cal. you were meant just for me.” i spoke, pressing my lips to his.

“as forever comes closer,

hope the world will spin slower,

i don’t want to get older.

i don’t want to get older.”

[dearcraziness]

Chapter 64.

The smooth branches of the lime trees were swaying softly in the light wind of the passing summer. It seemed the hottest time of the year would soon leave the residents, rushing away into the distance, leaving a pleasant trail and the aroma of violets, forget-me-nots, dahlias. Nevertheless, it was by no means cold outside: only a cheerful rain was drumming on the windows, prompting friends to stay at home, pondering, enjoying the slow pace of their eternal unusually stunning life, appreciating the charm of their existence, being in rapture and calmness.

Having written down the phrases in a notebook, Bendy rushed to the recording studio in order to portray the melody in musical form.

"Hmm, how was it there... I remember for sure I was finishing the first bar on the tonic... Or is it better to add singing..." the composer thought. "I sincerely hope Lara will be interested in a melody expressing my deep feelings for her... Wonder what she is doing now... "

An hour passed - his hand stopped for a moment, the pencil wasn't moving. The young man looked at his watch : half past nine - time to prepare breakfast. The imp put down his notebook and rushed into the kitchen. When he finished setting the table, he came back. A certain sense of anxiety permeated his heart. Despite Lara's constant approval of his new songs, he was worried whether the heartfelt melody he had written from the heart, decorated with petals of adoration would have the proper effect. Having fluently filled one sheet with notes lining up in even rows, the imp wrote down the words after them, but the train of thought was so rapid - the young man hardly had time to express it. And it wasn't difficult to find a rhyme, the accompaniment seemed to fall on the main motive itself and harmoniously combined with musical overflows, assuming the performance of the voice.

The hours flew by, taking with them irrevocable minutes of reflection, shadows of doubt, crystal clear hopes. Anyway, Bendy completed the composition exactly when he planned, in the way he intended. When he heard footsteps outside the door, he realized Lara had woken up. Climbing the stairs, the demon turned the handle and saw his precious one in front of him.

"Laurie, good morning!... Are you going to have breakfast already?..."

"Almost, first I go to the bathroom, wash my face..."

"And in the meantime I'll be setting the table... See you, sunshine!..."

Sweethearts smiled after each other, and each went their own way.

After breakfast, Bendy decided not to hesitate to show Lara his surprise. He came up to her and, stroking her shoulder, kissed her on the cheek.

"Lotus, I wrote you a song... Would you like to listen to it?..."

"Of course, Bendy, I'll be glad..."

"Great, sugarpie, follow me to the recording studio..."

The devils descended the grayish-yellow plank steps made of sturdy oak, and Bendy put the music notebook on the music stand, began to play, then to sing. Of course, he had already recorded the song and made a video clip, but Lara was and always will be a special, close-minded creature for him, that's why he often performed songs live for her, arranged whole concerts, sometimes sang a cappella.

The young man turned on the recorded version of the original to the girl immediately after the performance, so that she could compare the sound quality of the voice and instruments on both. The imp turned off the screen with the remote control and the spotlight itself, sitting on a long lemon bench next to Lara. The girl continued to dreamily look at the extinguished screen, smiling sweetly. Bendy understood without words what her thoughts were about and beamed with joy. He achieved his goal: he gave her the rays of happiness again, illuminating her clear cloudless day. He wrapped her in an invisible soft blanket of attention, understanding, support, encouragement, respect.

"You know, sweetheart, I consider it obligatory to thank you... You are pleased to look at my work, my aft receives your praise from day to day, and I'm infinitely grateful for you : you inspire me; you inspire an ennobling, soothing aura which excites my whole being; you are the reason why I have an impeccable life; I know I only need you..."

"Oh, fluffy, you make me blush..."

"I can't help it, raspberry... I love you very much... I have an idea - why don't we listen to romantic compositions by other artists?... Let's listen to the lyrical mood, heartfelt words, hidden dreams..."

"Of course, let's not delay..."

"It remains only to find songs... First, let's look at the classical compositions..."

Deep, soul-touching motives and innermost, secret, sincere thoughts embedded in them captured the feelings of the beloved, pulling soft pink wings, showering soft petals invisible to the eye. Bendy and Lara especially remembered the introduction of one melody. The instruments, harmoniously combining with each other, prepared the listeners for the verse. It began with the concerning words :

"People can't always be around,

People can't always be together.

It is impossible for love, earthly love to burn without end..."

The song incredibly strongly hooked on the fragile vulnerable souls, especially the young man. In the dead silence, rapid black streams of tears rolled down his face. He tried to restrain his emotions, quickly wiped away the moisture, but it was too late - the girl had already noticed his melancholy.

"Dear..." she reached out with her hands to his attentive, upset eyes.

"It's all right, honey, I shouldn't have taken the content of the song to heart... In addition, at the end was said that everybody should remember how important it is not to lose hope, to believe in the power of true feelings - true love is tested by time, in no case should you give up... I understand the sung verses in this way... I'm sorry, I ruined the moment... It was so great for us to listen to romantic songs, fragments from musicals, ballads..."

"It's still good, nothing has changed... Of course, the song turned out to be somewhat sad, but there's no way to live without problems... Don't blame yourself for your sensitivity, you know I love the sentimental qualities in you..."

"I adore your calmness, kindness, friendliness, responsiveness, tact... In a word, all those characteristics, thanks to which you are yourself - a beautiful and incomparable Lara... I see you are used to my mood swings, bright bursts... I really wish to become less impressionable, so you won't worry about me much..."

"Not at all... We'll only get lost in guessing why you stopped reacting sharply to the events taking place... Therefore, don't even think you have to improve yourself from day to day : you are already perfect for me..."

"Thank you so much for your encouragement, sweetie... I strive to strengthen my spiritual world, develop morally and physically, adhere to my principles... You and our friends will be given help and support when you need them... I don't remember a single day when I wouldn't thank the vast, excellent worldly expanse for our meeting: let a clear blue sky stretch over our heads, birds trill and twitter in my heart - I'll always take care of you, your well-being, your values..."

"My light, I'm grateful to you for your efforts... Thanks to you, I don't know troubles and bad weather above my head..."

"It's my responsibility to ensure your well-being, buttercup... You and your destiny play a key role in my life... Vanilla, would you like to go through our favorite home goods stores?... Let's look at cute decor items which can add comfort and relaxation to our studio..."

"Let's go right now, marshmallow..."

"I take you at your word, violet... Wonder what kind of assortment of decorations arrived on the shelves..."

The devils walked briskly along the path surrounded by dense bushes, soft grass, tall trees with fresh foliage - soon they reached the City of Black and White creatures. Having passed the White-Stone Alley, sweethearts turned the corner, crossing into the Quiet alley. The surroundings really inspired harmony, calmness, pacification with their imperturbable, eye-pleasing appearance. A string of store names stood out on the floors of the dark brown, imposing charm of the building: "Home Art", "Leisure centre", "Music of your heart", "Cozy morning", "Evening hush" pleased the eye, attracting attention with goods behind the glazed entrance. Bendy and Lara remembered the previous arrangement of shelves, but this time the assistants organized a minor rearrangement. The couple examined the new arrivals, accessories already noticed on the last visit, the design of the room.

"Strawberry, I found lilac pillows which will certainly fit into the interior of your bedroom!... Do you think we should have them?..."

"Hmm, we need to think, lemon... Here, for example, beige ones also look great..."

"We'll take both, tiny... And you won't have to choose..."

"Okay, you persuaded me..."

"And we'll pick up some sets of bed linen for them... Crocuses with lilies of the valley on a pale blue background look attractive... A little further on, intricate gold patterns on a light yellow background with non-conspicuous sequins, decorated with brownish edging..."

"And the quality is pleasing to the touch..."

"I'll put them in the basket... Oh, lotus, look - a bluish tea set with white roses, with stripes at the top and bottom, with curled handles at the cups and with a lid in the shape of a rose at the teapot!..."

"Yes, fluffy, I see..."

"It impressed me very much, didn't you, caramel?..."

"Similarly, my sweet..."

"A golden plate for fruits or sweets will perfectly, brilliantly fit... The only caveat: the birds sitting on it, the lilies lying on can't be removed..."

"And for the best... They complement the wonderful dishes..."

"You're right, honey... Shall we get one?..."

"Sure... In our dreamworld, we can have everything..."

"The most precious thing we have is our love, of course... The rest is less important..."

"Look, there are cups of various shapes..."

"And in the form of a spiral, an ellipse, even with a silhouette of a heart... I feel we are having a day of innovations, additions of dishes in our home..."

"We collect too many things: where will we put them all?..."

"I'll find a place, I assure you, buttercup..."

The young man and the girl walked through the aisles of the store, admiring the warm atmosphere, artfully selected colours, simple drawings of muted shades. In addition, the imp put in the basket: a wicker cream basket, napkins with orchids depicted on them, jars decorated with butterflies, a raspberry sugar bowl in the form of a turret, frosted vases with pink ribbons and artificial leaves pinned on them, a tablecloth with lavender, a purple soap dish and dispenser to match.

Sweethearts returned slightly tired, emboldened by the anticipation of placing the exciting goods in the studio. Entering the room, Bendy laid out the objects from a paper bag with the words "See you soon : good luck, have fun" written on it in a beautiful font, and together with Lara he placed them around the room, preserving the general mood of the decoration, permeated with kindness, magic, and a light, relaxed natural aura of space.

Soon it began to rain. The imps, wrapped in a warm soft blanket, sat huddled, looking at the gray dark sky through the window and drinking cocoa with colourful marmalades, marshmallows, meringues. Bendy hugged Lara tighter, made sure of her comfortable condition, kissing her on the top of her head.

"It drips so loudly outside the window... The wind in cloudy weather is often especially strong: this time, on the contrary, it's practically not heard..."

"It's warm both outside and at home; unless it's very wet in the garden, we'll be able to to sit on a bench..."

"We'll go out a little later, sunny... The downpour will end, the furniture will dry out..."

"Probably, let's not hurry..."

"I noticed you especially like watching the raindrops, sugar, and I come to the conclusion this is your favorite kind of weather - on the other hand, I remember: you are overjoyed at the rising sun, your delight makes me think you are sensitive and emotional, that's why your worldview is so finely and carefully organized... I perfectly understand you and your admiration: my attitude to life isn't radically different... I'm indescribably pleasantly surprised we are similar in many ways... So, I stand closer to you - to my ideal, to my destiny, to my one and only river pearl..."

"Of course, we're very close to each other both spiritually and physically... We used to stand more distantly, in your opinion?..."

"No, no, love, from the very beginning of acquaintance with you I felt a magical connection, which only became stronger over the years, - I meant something else... Berry, the fact is that I put you above myself... You're standing on a crystal pedestal: rose petals seem to be hovering around you; the glare of rays, flickering stronger when they approach you; fluffy clouds... Even if I don't reach the steps on a par with you, I'll try to rise higher to you, in order to protect you and bring you tenderness..."

"Dear, please don't think you are below me in your merits, qualities of character... I'm learning a lot from you, you open my eyes to new splendid opportunities... Our achievements are as valuable as we are... From now on, try not to erect majestic towers on the way to me, okay?... I'm rather concerned by your point of view..."

"Please forgive me, darling, the last thing I expected was that my words would puzzle you... Your opinion has an unimaginable effect on the decisions I've made, so I'll reconsider my beliefs..."

"You're no worse than me, sugar..."

"So I deserve a place next to you, sunshine... I realized the uniqueness of each creation sets it apart from others in a peculiar way... Therefore, it's not worth comparing anyone with somebody... And yet, the light emitting from you is the brightest, most magnificent, radiant for me..."

"And I notice you first of all against the background of the others..."

"I'm immensely happy our paths have crossed, our destinies have converged, our hearts and souls have joined together - now we share good and bad weather, ups and downs together... My orchid, seems like the rain is over... Let's go for a walk, or would you rather stay in the studio?..."

"I'd like to stay here for a while..."

"Love you very much, my queen... You open the curtain in front of me, leading to the magical land of harmony, tranquility, peace..."

"Love you very much, too, my knight..."

"I won't stop repeating how much you mean to me, violet... It's so great to accompany you day after day..."

Bendy took Lara's empty cup, which she handed to him, put it on the table with his own, then the plates with the sweets which once lay on them. The young man discovered that the girl had thrown off her burgundy plaid and folded it, putting it aside. He bent down, wrapping his arms around his irresistible waist, kissing her on the cheeks, on the forehead, on the nose. She put her hand on his chest, moving her body to him. He gently put her on his lap, his lips were touching her neck, shoulders. She was stroking his hands, leaning against him in a relaxed way. The demon summoned several more hands with the help of magic - with them he was stroking the girl's hair, ran his fingers through her long curls, sometimes slightly twisting them. The imp raised her head, and he looked into her coal-black eyes - they had a special power over the young man, a huge influence, powerful energy: looking into them, he was ready to grant every her wish, not resisting for a second. He stopped his palms on her legs, wrapped his hands around her knees. Their tails were entwined together - the tip of hers was resting comfortably on his. The faces of sweethearts were illuminated by the bright sun, the light penetrated deep into their snow-white skin. They weren't distracted by the sunshine, nor sounds passing outside the door, nor singing of birds on the street. They focused on each other, on hugging, on touching...

Finally, their lips were extremely close, the demons merged in a gentle, long, delightful, trembling, sincere kiss... It took longer than usual. The minutes of sweet moments stretched out, passing quickly, easily, fleetingly... The lips draw as if melted, merging into a single figure with indistinct outlines. There was silence in the room, but romantic lyrical touching music was playing in the minds of the young man and girl. They wanted the day to last as long as possible. They would have been immeasurably satisfied...

Bendy felt his heart beating faster, his cheeks heated up; he pressed Lara closer to him. She felt his strong hands on her body, his gentle strokes, his prolonged touches. The imps enthusiastically entered the world of innermost secrets - an abode where only the two of them could get to, because together they possessed a rare key of trust which could open locks on doors leading to mysterious spaces, undiscovered rooms...

Dozens of minutes flew by, as if their course accelerated. It got dark outside the window, the edge of the moon appeared from the gray heavy clouds. The devils opened their eyes without taking their lips off. They saw by each other's raised eyebrows the intention to continue, not to stop. The seconds evaporated like water, as if they didn't exist at all. Finally Bendy felt Lara moving away from him a little, and they broke the kiss. There was a pleasant aftertaste left in the mouth, sweeter than chocolates with caramel or vanilla filling. The young man and the girl were looking at each other in silence without hiding the smiles stretched along the edges of their faces. The imp turned her gaze to the clock, the demon turned out to be consistent. The arrow on the dial surprised the couple with its location.

"Sugar, our kiss... It turned out to be the longest of all the previous ones... Undoubtedly, I love absolutely every one of them, however..." he pulled her a little closer, hugging her tighter. "Today our kissing is especially gratifying... I can still feel the movements of your lips..."

"How enchanting... It's like I ate a box of toffee or a piece of cake with white chocolate..."

"Your favorite dessert, I remember... And it seemed to me even more sugary, strawberry, I was attracted not to stop our close contact at all... Love, passion, craving for you, sympathy, affection, adoration joined together... We got closer even more than before..."

Bendy shyly ran his eyes over Lara's face, his cheeks were covered with a red shade more visibly. The girl put her hand on his chest, lightly stroked and leaned her head on his shoulder.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Something About Books and Covers - Eddie Munson

Eddie is a metalhead. I'm a metalhead. We're perfect, right? Right. Anyways, I sat down and wrote this for almost 3 hours straight with only one bathroom break...I don't expect this to pop off lmao

Warnings: Possibly triggering content, bullying (physical and religion based cause metal music was considered of the devil in the 80s) , very fluffy in the beginning, very angsty in the middle, then back to very fluffy, and very slight spoilers for S4 i guess? But not really.

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Eddie was ecstatic. Metallica was finally coming to Indiana and there was no way he was missing this tour date. No way in hell. 

It was on a school night, but he couldn’t care less. He’s skipped school so many times already so he didn’t care that he'd miss a couple days, it wouldn’t make much difference anyway, he knew he would already have to repeat the grade regardless. So why not?

He hadn’t seen Metallica before, never having the money or transportation to take him to one of their concerts, but finally having a driver's license and having saved up some money from summer jobs, he would finally be able to see one of his favorite bands.

He was talking to his friends about how excited he was about it. He wore a smug grin when they expressed their jealousy. He was a little disappointed that none of his friends could go with him, but he also didn’t mind going to the concert alone. Besides, it’s not like he’d be paying attention to them during the set anyway. Driving home would be the worst part because he just knew that he’d be exhausted after the fact. But something his friend said suddenly caught his undivided attention. “Sorry, can you repeat that please?” Eddie voiced.

“I said, I heard a rumor that Y/n girl was going to that concert tomorrow night too. I heard some of her friends talking about it at their lockers.”

Eddie scoffed. “There’s no way. I mean, look at her, she looks like she listens to Cyndi Lauper or Madonna or some shit.” He chuckled. “That girl wouldn’t be caught dead at a metal concert.”

“I don’t know, man. Her friends seemed pretty upset about it.”

“Dude, I bet my life savings that there’s no way she is going. It’s impossible. She goes to Harrington parties dude, trust me, it’s just a rumor.”

As Eddie got ready for the concert that next day, he couldn’t help but think about what his friends were talking about. He also couldn’t help but laugh. Picturing you at a metal concert was a hilarious thought. You’d stick out like a sore thumb. For Eddie, he wouldn’t even go near a concert that wasn’t metal, they’d probably stone him to death or something. He scared people, he made them uncomfortable, just by being himself. It was bullshit.

Eddie quickly shook those negative thoughts out of his head, he was not going to go into a mindspace that would put a bummer on his whole night. He turned up his radio all the way and belted out every song that came on his mixtape, trying not to get into a crash from headbanging.

He made sure to get there early, hence skipping school. He needed to get a good spot, hopefully near the front at the barricade. That would be a dream. But this was the first time Metallica ever had a show in Indiana, so there were a bunch of people who even camped outside the building. Yeah…these were Eddie’s people. Didn’t see you in the line though. He didn’t know why he was looking, it’s not like he wanted you there, he was just really curious.

As everyone started to pile into the venue, he felt the nervous excitement bubble up in his chest, almost like the time when he got his first tattoo, but this was obviously different. This was excitement to see a band that inspired him, that he looked up to, a band that made his life significantly better. He’d remember this night forever.

Eddie cheered along with the rest of the crowd as the opening band came on, he knew a couple of their songs but he was really only there for Metallica, but he’d enjoy himself regardless. And he got a pretty decent view considering the larger crowd, and his height helped. He felt bad if anyone behind him was shorter, he’d absolutely hate it if he was behind a taller person. There was this one kid behind him, holding a sign that said it was his first concert. That warmed Eddie’s heart, he couldn’t not let the kid move in front of him.

From his new spot, he could still see the stage pretty well, so he was thankful for that. But the new spot also gave him a chance to have a better look around to see who was in the crowd. It’s not like he wanted to people watch, he had that done to him too many times already, but he did like seeing who else was in the crowd to see who he could be friends with if they looked interesting enough. But one person only really stood out to him.

Eddie couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. It must’ve been a hallucination, right? There was no way you were at this same concert. You, miss straight A’s and future valedictorian and member of the student council, were at a metal concert? On a school night? Eddie must’ve been dreaming because there was no way someone like you would be in a place like this.

Eddie pinched himself a few times, almost breaking his own skin, but he was still not waking up. Damn…he wasn’t dreaming. 

You couldn’t have been there of your own volition, he decided. You must’ve been dragged here by a boyfriend or best friend…or it was a dare. But from where Eddie stood, it looked like you were having fun. You were even dressed in a slightly different getup, not completely far from what you normally wore in school, but enough that you didn’t look too out of place. But to everyone else, you probably looked like you were in your element. They didn’t have the knowledge Eddie did.

It’s not like you were one of those stereotypical popular girls, he never saw you be mean to anyone or partake in the bullying of nerds and outcasts like the jocks. Granted, you weren’t a jock, but you were still a popular. You were actually pushing people around on the outskirts of a mosh pit with a huge smile on your face, the biggest smile he’d ever seen you wear. It was kind of…attractive. He had a hard time paying attention to the opening bands, he was so enthralled watching you in his preferred environment. He didn’t know why, but he felt a bit of pride even though he didn’t really know you. Maybe he’d have to change that.

While the stage crew set up Metallica’s equipment, Eddie pushed through the crowd to get where you were, apologizing to every person he pushed past until he finally was next to you. “Well, well, look who it is. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Your eyes widened in excitement, wearing that big smile like you had been earlier, it made Eddie’s stomach feel like it was doing somersaults. “Oh, hi! Eddie, right?” You replied. Well, he definitely didn’t expect you to know his name.

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie cleared his throat nervously. “What’re you doing here?” He tried not to sound accusatory, but that edge was still in his tone. He didn’t want to come off as an asshole, but this scene was important to him and he didn’t want someone who didn’t enjoy the music to spoil the atmosphere.

You caught on to his attitude immediately, raising an eyebrow. “Same reason why you’re here, I’d assume.”

“Mm, sorry that I kinda doubt that.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Well, you’re…you. Popular, straight A student, someone who hangs out with people that makes fun of people like me.”

“Oh, so, people who do well in school can’t possibly like this kind of music right?”

Eddie winced, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Well, no…it’s just, I never expected you to like this kind of music.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover. You of all people should know that, right? Or is everyone right about you, that you’re a devil worshiping freak?”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I got a little protective. This is my safe space and I was just worried you’d…ya know, ruin it or something.” Eddie mumbled, fidgeting with the ends of his hair, then holding out his hand. “Truce?”

You stared at his hand for a moment before rolling your eyes with a smirk. “Yeah, okay, truce.” Taking his hand, you almost shivered at the cold metal of his rings that lined his fingers. You had always thought he was attractive, the jock types never really interested you, but Eddie was interesting. There was just something so alluring about him. The rough start was more than a little concerning, but at least he apologized.

Nobody really knew that you were a metalhead, it was something that you kept on a need to know basis. Hearing society’s opinion about metal music didn’t really make you comfortable to be open about it. Almost everyone thought people who listened to metal were a devil worshiper or a serial killer. You had heard people talking about how Richard Ramirez listened to heavy metal and that must be why he was going on a killing spree, though it was mostly middle aged Christian women you had heard talking that way, but it still wasn’t very reassuring.

You always admired Eddie from afar, but you were always too afraid to talk to him, even about the similar music taste. He seemed nice enough, but then again, you both were from two completely different worlds. It just didn’t seem likely to happen. You had always planned to go to this concert, and when you found out that Eddie would be too, you felt like the stars aligned. Even if you never saw him in the crowd, you would be happy to know that he was at least in the same building as you, as creepy as that sounds. But when he actually made an effort to talk to you, it was almost as good as being at the concert.

After the truce, you both got to talking before the headliner finally played. You actually had some common interests. Eddie played the guitar and you had always wanted to, he said that he could try to teach you sometime, which was unexpected. You hoped the dim lighting in the building would hide your blush, but you could see a smirk on Eddie’s face in the corner of your eye. Thankfully, the lights completely dimmed and the stage lights coming on signaling that Metallica was finally coming on saved you from further embarrassment.

And out came Metallica, James Hetfield front and center in all his glory. It was a real starstruck moment, for both you and Eddie.

Every once in a while, you and Eddie would glance over at each other, huge smiles on both of your faces and slightly sweaty from jumping around and singing to the tops of your lungs. It was surprisingly intimate. You loved seeing Eddie in his natural habitat, you could tell how much this concert meant to him. It was really a sight to behold, if your eyes weren’t on the band you were looking at Eddie. The same thing could be said for him as well. Eddie didn’t know how to handle seeing you like this, it was a fine line between surprise and arousal, he didn’t know if the scale would tip by the time the night ended.

You and Eddie laughed as you both were squished together by the force of the crowd, the only way for him to be truly comfortable was for him to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you didn’t mind. It actually felt nice, despite the humid heat that enveloped the whole crowd, making your exposed skin stick to his leather jacket. Sometimes you’d stumble onto him, but he always made sure to never let you fall. You were grateful that he was your tall person that saved you from being crushed by crowd surfers, making sure your head was ducked before he’d help the person. You got kicked a couple of times, but it was no big deal. You were sure you’d have bruises by the time you got home.

As the band started playing their encore, you and Eddie held onto each other and sang along as loud as you could, knowing all the lyrics by heart. The two of you weren’t each looking at the band, you both were practically singing to each other. Your mouth was so sore from smiling so much, and you could tell that you wouldn’t be able to talk properly after singing for so long.

As Metallica said goodnight and walked off the stage, you felt the post-concert depression already kick in. It was over all too soon, but it was in part because you and Eddie probably wouldn’t even talk to each other after this. You didn’t want that to happen. You wanted to have someone who would go to concerts with you. You didn’t really feel like any of your other friends truly saw you. Music was important to you, and someone like Eddie would understand that. You’ve only hung out with him for a few hours, not even talking to each other, but you already felt closer to him than anyone else.

Eddie kept his arm around you as you both walked out of the building with the rest of the crowd, the cold air instantly making the sweat on your skin feel freezing. You knew you should’ve brought a heavier jacket. He noticed you shivering and he quickly removed his own jacket, putting it around your shoulders. The inside of the jacket felt like a warm blanket, encompassing you and the scent of sweat mixed with cologne filled your nostrils, Eddie’s scent. It brought that blush back to your cheeks, but at least you could blame it on the cold air this time. 

“So…do you have a ride home? Or did you drive here?” Eddie asked after a beat of awkward silence.

“Oh, I was just gonna hail a cab. I just had a family member drop me off.”

“I drove here, I can give you a ride.” Eddie pointed to his van that was parked in the lot outside the venue. “It’s pretty busted up, there’s no air conditioning or heat, and it makes this weird clanking noise sometimes...but it’s something.”

“Yeah, it’s something.” You giggled, wrapping his jacket around you tighter. “Can I keep wearing the jacket?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course! Can’t let you freeze to death now, can I?” He grinned, tugging you by the jacket sleeve to lead you to his van. 

It was still really cold inside the van, but now being alone with Eddie, you felt the heat from your blush all over your body. You tried not to wince as the van’s engine rattled loudly as he started the vehicle, it definitely sounded like it was crying out for a tuneup. Hopefully it wouldn’t die on the way back home. You told Eddie your address, thankfully it wasn’t too far out of the way. It wasn’t on the wealthy side of town, but you didn’t live in a trailer park like Eddie, it was someone in the middle and only round fifteen minutes from where he lived.

You felt guilty as you let your head rest against the window, your eyelids feeling heavier than you expected. This wasn’t exactly your first rodeo, but you used up a lot of energy during the show. “Ugh, I’m sorry I’m falling asleep.” You chuckled weakly.

“Oh, that’s okay. Go ahead, I’m good by myself. I’m a veteran at this point. I’ve only been in a couple car crashes.” He smirked, chuckling to himself when your eyes widened. “Seriously though, you can sleep. I’ll wake you up when we’re in Hawkins.”

“Thanks, Eddie.” You spoke softly, the drowsiness taking over your body quickly and making your eyes close for the rest of the trip.

Keeping his eyes on the road proved to be more difficult than Eddie had anticipated. He couldn’t stop himself from glazing over at your sleeping form, and you looked so peaceful. He couldn’t believe you were actually allowing him to drive you home. It seemed tonight was full of surprises. He almost didn’t want to wake you up when he saw the “You are now entering Hawkins” sign, but your sleepy voice and tired smile definitely made up for it.

“I’ll tell you when to turn.” You yawned, tucking your knees to your chest as close as you could to try and retain some warmth, Eddie’s large jacket almost swallowing your torso and legs.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, do you listen to Cyndi Lauper?”

You snorted followed by a couple giggles. “That’s a random question.”

“Well, do you?”

“Yeah, of course.” You chuckled. “What?” You asked when you saw his facial expression.

“Nothing, just not surprised.” He smirked.

“Oh and what, you don’t like Lauper?”

“I listen to real music.”

You laughed loudly, almost startling Eddie. “Ah, so you’re one of those metal elitists, huh? You think your music is the only real music? Time after time? Girls just wanna have fun? Come on, no human on earth can’t not like those songs.” Eddie only shrugged, a toothy grin on his face that reeked of smugness. “Expand your horizons, Eds. You’re missing out.” You were too giggly to realize what you had called him, but he definitely did. It managed to wipe off his smug grin. “Oh, you turn here.” You pointed out.

A loud silence came over the two of you as Eddie parked in front of your home and turned off the engine, the shared exhaustion between the two of you apparent. But Eddie looked over to you with a smile. “I should’ve said this earlier, but I had a lot of fun. Best concert I’ve been to yet.”

“Me too.”

“So,” He turned to you, “what happens now? Are we just gonna go back to our respective lives? Ignore each other in the halls until the next concert we find ourselves at?”

You frowned. “Eddie, come on. I’m not going to ignore you just because of what other people think. I’m not as shallow as you think.”

“So, we can still be concert partners?”

“I was thinking more than that. We can be actual friends.”

“Wow, we’re moving on up, huh?” He chuckled.

“Sorry, Eds, but you’re now officially stuck with me.”

“Not the worst fate in the world.” He smiled softly, looking into your eyes intensely.

Before you could overthink it, you leaned over and kissed Eddie on the cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.” You smiled before getting out of the van, not looking back to see his reaction as you entered your home, leaning against the now closed door and giggling to yourself.

Unlike Eddie, you didn’t skip school the next day after that long night, you still had responsibilities. But you quickly regretted it as you walked through the halls of Hawkins High, hearing whispers and dirty looks getting sent your way as you made your way to your locker. It was mostly the jocks, the people you typically hung out with, which disappointed you even more, especially if they were talking about what you think they were. You even heard some hushed laughter from behind you, causing you to turn around to see some of your other friends looking at you with not so hidden smirks. Thankfully, it was only that, just whispers and looks, until lunch.

You sighed as you saw Hawkins' own golden boy Jason started making his way to your lunch table with a mischievous smirk on his face. You just played it cool, talked to him like you usually would. “Hi, Jason.” You smiled.

Jason looked back at his friends before he sat down in front of you. “Hey, Y/n. So, me and the boys heard some rumors about you today and I just wanted to hear your thoughts on it before I made any opinions.” He said, but it was clear he already made up his mind about you.

You chuckled flatly. “And what rumors would those be?”

“We heard that you were hanging with that Munson freak last night. You went to one of those devil worshiping sessions disguised as a music concert, even though it’s not even music, it’s just noise. It’s in your best interest to tell the truth.”

“Is that a threat, Carver?” You spat, your expression hardening.

“Just answer the question.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I was at a concert last night, and Eddie was there. He was kind enough to drive me home too.”

Jason sighed in feign disappointment, clearly trying to hide his smirk. “I gotta say, I’m pretty disappointed in you, Y/n. I thought you were better than this. I thought you were a church goer, what would your pastor say?”

“I wasn’t aware that he was the boss of me, or you, for that matter.”

“I’m just trying to look out for my fellow brothers and sisters. You’re going down a dark path. Once you start hanging with the wrong crowd, it’s a slippery slope.”

A feeling of dread came over you when Jason looked back at his friends, trying to be subtle as he nodded back at them, the exchange causing their faces to light up in excitement. Expecting him to say more, he only gave you a sad smile as he left your table. And for the rest of the school day, that fake smile was all you could think about it, how sinister it felt. Your panic really started when you couldn’t find your bike, the lock you had on it had been broken off. Then, you felt a pair of strong hands take hold of your shoulders. You turned to look at one of the jocks from the basketball team, a huge smirk on his face.

You kicked and screamed, but either there was no one around to hear or no one cared. He and other jocks helped drag you to the back of the school, where Jason and the rest of the basketball and some of the cheerleading team were waiting for your grand entrance.

You didn’t know how long it was until they all let you go, but the sun was starting to set, but then again, the sun always set early during winter. It felt like an eternity, but you were just glad they finally got bored of you.

Your outer layers of clothing were ripped, your jeans and jacket having rips and holes in them. They’d have to be replaced. You had scratches and bruises and cuts galore. Bruises, and scratches, and cuts, oh my! You weakly chuckled at your own joke, immediately regretting doing so since your sides were bruised pretty badly. You dreaded having to walk home, they stole your bike so you had no choice. Your house was so far and you absolutely missed the bus, but there was one person who’s home was closer, and he wouldn’t turn you away. You just hoped he was home.

You were relieved to see Eddie’s van in the driveway, and you shakily raised you fist to knock on the door, surprised how quickly he answered. He was stunned for a moment as he looked you up and down with his eyebrows tightly knitted together, before he finally spoke. “What the hell happened to you?” He ushered you into his trailer, making you take a seat on his couch.

“Jason and the basketball team.” You replied with a wince, seeing Eddie’s concerned and confused face turn into seething rage. “Guess the whole school found out I was one of those devil worshipers.” You finger quoted, a weak smile on your face.

“They did this to you?” Eddie seethed.

“Well, they held me down while their cheerleaders beat the shit outta me for them.”

“That’s so fucked up.” He almost yelled, pacing back and forth in his living room while grasping at his hair. “God, I am so sorry.” His voice wavered, tears welling up in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault, Eds. But, it would be nice if you could drive me home. They stole my bike and your place was closer.” You chuckled.

“Hold on, I think I have a first aid kit laying around here somewhere. They’re essential when living on this side of town.” You watched with slight amusement as Eddie frantically searched around his trailer for his first aid kit, it was pretty cute and you would have laughed if you weren’t in pain. “Ah, found it!” He walked back and sat next to you, emptying the whole box onto the cushions with shaking hands. “Don’t worry, I know how to patch someone up. Had to learn how to do that pretty early in life.” He chuckled nervously.

“Hey,” You grabbed ahold of his hand, “I’m okay. These wounds are just superficial, they’ll be gone in a week or so.”

Eddie stayed silent, staring at your hand that held his and hesitantly placing his other hand on top of yours, delicately running his thumb over your knuckles. “This never should’ve happened.”

“You’re telling me.” You tried to joke, but Eddie’s face quickly told you that this was not the time to be joking. “Sorry. But I’ll be fine, really. I probably won’t be at school tomorrow though.”

“I wouldn’t let you anyway.”

“Oh really?” You smirked.

Eddie finally gave you a weak smile, his larger hands enveloping yours. “Let me clean you up though, okay?” You nodded, letting him clean and dress your small wounds. He was gentle, his touch as feather light as possible. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than you already were. His fingertips running along your skin made you shiver. “Cold?”

“Uh, yeah, a bit.” You stuttered. “Oh, that reminds me, I still have your jacket from last night. I have to remember to return it to you.”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, I’ll let you borrow it for a bit. You look cute in it, especially because it’s mine.” Those kinds of comments can give people heart attacks, you specifically.

“I’ll be sure to wear it often then.” You replied, wearing a small smirk on your face.

“Well, I’m…I’m all done. Did you want to go home now?”

“Do I have the option to stay? For a little while?”

Eddie smiled softly. “Of course.”

You couldn’t recall how you ended up in Eddie’s bed, but you welcomed it nonetheless. You especially welcomed the heat from his body that was against you, his arm draped over your side and holding you to his chest with a hand on your back. You didn’t realize how comfortable being held in someone’s arms could be, but it was probably because of who was holding you. 

You had woken up before Eddie, but that just meant you got to admire his face. He was so cute, you couldn’t help but lean up to gently kiss his stubbly chin. Apparently, that was enough to stir him awake. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, smiling sweetly. Eddie briefly turned to look at his alarm clock on his bedside table, groaning in annoyance. “Time?”

Eddie frowned. “If I don’t tell you, will you go back to sleep?”

“No. Sorry.”

He sighed. “I guess I’ll take you home now. But I’m gonna come see you tomorrow, no doubt about that.”

“Can’t argue that.”

The next couple days went by smoothly. Eddie helped take care of you, even though you didn’t need help but you quickly learned you couldn’t win an argument with this boy. You knew he felt guilty for what happened, even though it wasn’t his fault. You tried convincing him of that, but he wouldn’t listen. You also learned that he was extremely stubborn, but who isn’t nowadays. You did dread going back to school, you were more embarrassed than anything else. You probably should’ve been scared, but it was hard when you had Eddie by your side. You’ve known him for a very short time but you already would go to war for each other. The power of music.

But when you walked through the halls, no one even looked at you. Almost everyone moved out of your way when you walked anywhere. You caught some stares, but they looked more fearful than disgusted. You noticed that Jason was nowhere to be seen. It was strange because he wasn't the type to miss school. You heard he had gotten in a car accident, he was driving drunk and ran a stop sign, another car ramming him and getting him a couple broken bones in the process. You thought about asking Eddie, but something told you not to. Either way, you were glad he’d be out of your hair for awhile.

But your curiosity finally peaked when Jason came back and…actually apologized to you. You thought he’d gun for you as soon as he came back, but he apologized. You almost thought that maybe a near death experience knocked some sense into him, but he looked too scared when he was saying sorry to you. It was suspicious, to say the least. You decided to finally bring it up to Eddie.

“Jason was acting pretty weird this morning.” You spoke up after school in his trailer, which became a regular hang out spot for you if Eddie wasn’t at your place.

“What? Why? What did he say to you? Did he threaten you? I swear to Christ, if he-”

“No, no!” You interrupted. “No, he told me he was sorry for what he did to me that day, said he wasn’t thinking straight, among other things.”

“Oh.”

“It just got me thinking, because that’s not like him at all.”

“How would you know what his typical behavior is like?”

“Well, I used to hang out with his crowd and him, for one. Plus, people like him never admit their wrongs, even if it kills them.”

“Guess he’d rather apologize than get killed…”

You narrowed your eyes, thoroughly analyzing Eddie’s expressions and body language. He was fidgeting with his rings, something he always did when he was nervous. And he was looking anywhere else but you. You scoffed in amusement. “You made him crash his car, didn’t you?”

“What? No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. He was the one who ran a spot sign while drinking, okay? It had nothing to do with me.” You only smiled smugly in response, eliciting a heavy sigh from him. “Alright, alright, fine. Yes, I…may have had a tiny part in that.”

“How?” You stuttered, amazed.

“I have some connections. I wasn’t gonna kill him or anything, I swear. I just wanted to scare him a bit. But then…well…it went a little further than I intended. I made him apologize to you, well, more like blackmailed him into apologizing.” Eddie looked up at you nervously, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. “Don’t hate me, please.”

“Oh, Eddie…” You frowned. “I could never hate you. I’m actually pretty impressed. Not gonna lie, I really wanted something bad to happen to that guy. I hope that doesn’t make me a bad person.”

“Y/n, you are literally the opposite of a bad person.” He said with an almost lovesick smile. You couldn’t handle it anymore…

Eddie let out a surprised noise as you suddenly leaned forward to capture his lips in a passionate, desperate kiss. You had wanted to do this ever since that night at the concert, so you were incredibly relieved when he reciprocated with fervor, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap.

You tangled your fingers in his long hair, gently pulling at the roots to elicit a groan from the man. After days and days of tension, having it finally break was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t ask for anything better. You learned many things about Eddie, now happily learning how intoxicating his lips were. They moved against yours perfectly, his expertise not lost on you. You didn’t want it to end, you wanted to feel him against you forever, but you both had to come up for air.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You smiled, chuckling breathlessly.

“Honestly, I have ever since I saw you in that mosh pit.” Eddie said, making you giggle. “So, I guess we’re moving on up again. From concert buddies to concert partners, yeah?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

~~~~~~~~~~

aw man...it hurts but my heart is also full

[illicitlimerence-writes]

blue eyes | l. norris

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader word count: 2.3k words request: yes/no by anon: "for lando what about him in the early stage of a relationship with a singer or actress who went through a breakup with someone like harry styles with fine line and feels insecure and jealous hearing all the love songs & break up songs about the reader? maybe she writes him a love song or they go public to prove to him that she's serious about her feelings towards him or smth??? idk random thought okay bye love you" guuuurl i'd been saving this one for the right time. prompt: forgot to get anything from this prompt list. warnings: language, jealous!lando(maybe??), insecure!lando, lovesick!lando. a/n: the year is 2012, taylor swift and harry styles kiss at midnight in new york city. all is well. then, they break up. and me, i am a child of divorce. haylor was the best thing that could ever happen to 13-year-old me. and i was completely devastated when they broke up. and seeing them interact last year at the grammys???? hello???? i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist / this is a part two of 'ring pop'

(eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes)

‘remember you have the tour meeting today in 20 minutes.’ your agent texts you.

‘got it.’ you reply, slipping away from lando’s arms.

“where are you going?” he asks, making grabby hands at you. you smile, leaning forward to peck his lips.

“i just remembered i have a zoom meeting in 20 minutes, i need to get ready,”

“ooh, can i join?” he asks, sitting up on the couch.

“it’s going to be pretty boring, tour stuff, but you can join me if you want to,” he smiles, walking to you and wrapping his arms around you, “i don’t know what’s going on with me. i’ve been losing track of time, i don’t even know what day i’m living in." you'd been staying at lando's place for the last month, enjoying the free time you both had.

“that’s what happens when you don’t take breaks often,” he bumps his nose against yours, “you needed to rest,”

“i did. but i need to get my shit together, i can’t go around forgetting what’s going on around me,” you chuckle.

an hour later, you’re deep in the meeting, discussing dates, ticket prices and opening acts.

“and then after coachella you have a three-week break,”

“that’s nice,” you nod, writing down everything your publicist, agent, and touring coordinator are saying. “how many tour dates are we contemplating?” you ask, scratching the back of your neck.

“15 across europe, asia and australia, 5 in south america, and 15 in north america,”

“starting?”

“march,” you wince internally, you’d been looking forward to being with lando for the first race of the season. and selfishly, you also wanted him to attend your first concert of the tour.

“before the 20th,” you state and they nod. “i’d like to have that week off, please, and the 21st as well,” you explain. even though you’d only been with lando for a month and a half, you were in for real. after all the pining and teasing, you weren’t letting go of him anytime soon, and you wanted to prove it by being there to support him whenever you could. you knew that he’d try his best to be there for you as well, but you could control your schedule a bit more than him.

“got it. any other dates?”

“i don’t remember the exact dates but i want silverstone weekend, monaco, monza, russia and abu dhabi,” you say, watching them all write it down.

the meeting continues, and your attention starts to drift away as you see lando outside, setting a table up. you grab your phone and text him the emoji of the two eyes, and you watch through the window as he pulls his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and reads something, what you assume is your message. he starts looking around frantically, finding you on the living room, looking straight at him. you watch as he rushes inside, closing the curtains.

“no peeking!” he says, and you’re grateful your microphone is off and that the rest of your team couldn’t hear you.

“everything okay, (y/n)?” your agent asks, and you nod with a smile on your face.

eventually, your meeting ends and most of the details of the tour are discussed, you feel happy and excited at the thought of finally getting back on a stage, the christmas concert was the first in a while for you, so you were desperately craving the thrill of seeing an ocean of people screaming and dancing to your music.

lando is still outside, and you’re about to step out to the patio before you remember what he told you. you don’t want to ruin whatever he’s working on, so you text him instead.

‘i’m done. can i come out now? i want to spend some time with you before i have to leave tomorrow.’

instead of a reply, you see your curly-haired boyfriend walk in, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“what did you do?” you ask, cocking your head to one side.

“so, i know you have to leave tonight, and that means that we don’t get to spend valentine’s together,” he starts, and you frown.

“wait, what-”

“so i thought we could move it and celebrate today,” he smiles, sliding his hands around your waist.

“but- valentine’s is next week,” you mumble, panicking on the inside.

“no, it’s tomorrow, look,” he pulls out his phone, showing you the lockscreen. a photo of you the night of your concert, and there, below the time. sunday, february 13th.

“oh, my god. i completely forgot. i’ve been living one day at a time since i got here and…” you ramble, your eyes widening as you come to your conclusion, “i didn’t get you anything,” you whisper, your heart sinking down to your stomach. “i’m so sorry, i had it all planned out, i was supposed to go to-” you stop yourself, realizing you could still surprise him, even if it wasn’t on the day planned or expected.

“babe, i don’t care about gifts or whatever, i only want to spend this day with you. don’t worry. plus, i understand, you’ve got your tour coming up, and that’s your main focus, i get it,” he smiles, kissing your cheek. you relax a little under his touch. “don’t worry. now, come here, i want to show you what i did,” he sounds excited, and his smile reaches his eyes. you sigh, letting him hold your hand and lead you outside.

“lando, i love this,” you lean against his shoulder.

in the middle of the patio, there’s a small table for two and two wooden chairs on opposite sides of it.

“come on,” he walks you and helps you with your chair as you sit down. he sits in front of you as you look at the food in front of you.

“did you make it,” you narrow your eyes at him, a playful smile on your face.

“are you sure you want the truth?” he says, making you laugh.

after spending the perfect afternoon with him, you return to the living room, where lando suggests you dance for a little while.

“i don’t know about you, but i really like this song,” he says, connecting his phone to a speaker, you smile, thinking he’s teasing you and is about to play one of your songs, but when the familiar notes hit you, you panic. “walk in your rainbow paradise,” he starts, moving his shoulders as he tries to dance, “come on, baby, you’re supposed to be the singer in this relationship,”

oh god. what were you supposed to say now?

you stand there, watching him vibing and dancing to a love song that your ex-boyfriend wrote about you.

“i- i didn’t know you like harry,” you say once the song is over.

“i mean, i’m not a hardcore fan but… his music almost compares to yours.” he smiles, leaving you there as he walks to the kitchen. “hey, you know him, right? i remember watching a video of you two at the grammy's last year,”

“uhh, yeah, i know him,” you answer shortly.

“do you know who any of his songs are about?”

“umm… are you sure you want the truth?” you ask, plopping down on his sofa. your voice is small, nervous.

“oh, so you do know! tell me, tell me,” he grabs your legs, placing them down on his lap as he sits next to you. you’re not smiling, no laugh or light chuckle comes out of you as he stares at you. “what?”

“i don’t want you to feel bad, or start overthinking things,” you warn.

“why?” he asks, his voice low and short.

“it’s about me. ‘adore you’, it’s about me.”

“what? you dated harry styles?!”

“lando, wait,”

“i just need to process this. my girlfriend is harry styles’s ex.” he says, eyes blown wide in disbelief. “but… there were never any rumors or anything, i-”

“it was something really short. we’d been friends for a while, decided to try it, but it didn't work out in the end. now we’re just friends.” you explain the truth.

“are- are there more songs about you?” he asks, letting you grab his hands and lace your fingers together.

“golden. he’s never told me but i’m pretty sure it is about me. he used to say i’m a golden ray of sunshine,” you explain, smiling at the memory.

“oh,” lando says, and your hand goes up to his face.

“but he’s my past. i swear to you. i’ve been waiting for you since you popped up on my tv. i only want you, okay?” you promise him. planting soft kisses on his cheek and the rest of his face. “okay?” you whisper on top of his lips, barely touching them.

“okay,” he sighs, and you connect your lips with his.

“wait, did you ever write a song about him?” he narrows his eyes, his brain scanning through your entire discography.

“yes, i did write a song about him,” you admit.

“just one? which one?” lando asks. you sigh before answering.

“style, obviously, and-”

“wait, style is about harry styles?” he exclaims.

“i mean… i wasn’t so subtle about it,” you shrug, a small smile on your face, “and wildest dreams,”

“no way! i love that song. shit,” he drops your hands, falling on the sofa dramatically. “now i’ll never be able to hear it again,”

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, pouting a little as you lay on top of him. “i’m almost finished with my new album, though.” you lift an eyebrow.

“you wrote a song about me?” he asks, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“maybe. you’ll have to wait until march 4th to find out.”

“your new album comes out on march 4th?!” his eyes widen in excitement, which you knew would happen. he’s been your number one fan for a long time, and even getting the tiniest inside scoop would help ease his anxieties for a little while.

you drop the subject, wanting to lift his mood and talk about something else. you knew that it had bothered him, but since your relationship had been a short-lived one, you didn’t think much of it. of course, the topic would arise one day, you just wished it hadn’t been the day before valentine’s, the day you forgot to get him some token of appreciation.

you had to make it up to him.

-

“this night has been incredible, thank you so much for joining me. i hope you’ve had a nice time,” you smile, taking out your earpiece to hear the loud screaming and yelling of the crowd. it’s the first night of tour, one week before the first f1 race of the year. “i’ve loved hearing you singing along to each song, it really warms my heart that you take the time to learn all the words, as it adds life to them.

“about two weeks ago, i dropped my new album ‘rollercoaster’, and it’s been so amazing to hear you all sing the lyrics to the new songs. but, this next song, is one you’ve never heard before, because it’s part of the deluxe edition, which comes out next week,” you continue. “and there’s a funny story behind this song. i wrote it on valentine’s day,” there’s a sudden burst of cheers, and you pause as you hear them, “i actually forgot to get someone a present, and he’d done the sweetest thing for me, and of course i felt bad, and i just knew i had to make it up to him somehow. in the end, i didn’t get him anything, per his request, but i wrote this instead. i hope this makes up for it,” you smile, letting your eyes find lando, who’s sitting wide eyed, he has his phone out, recording everything, but his eyes are on you. the real you.

“this is called ‘blue eyes’. i hope you all like it.”

“you wrote me a song!” lando yells as you enter your dressing room backstage. you smile at him, letting him hold your face in his hands and connect your lips together.

“you already knew that,” you lift an eyebrow.

“but you wrote me a secret song!” he grins, bright and wide and happy.

“did you like it?” you ask, biting your lip as he nods his head vigorously.

“of course i did! you’re like midas, everything you do is absolute perfection,”

“thank you,” you whisper, feeling your face heat up under his stare. “does this make up for-”

“of course it does, you wrote me a freaking song!” he says, his arms around your waist as he lifts you up. “i could marry you right now,”

“whoa! slow down, buddy.” you laugh, “one day at a time, remember? i know we’ve teased each other online for a long time now, but we’ve only been dating for three months.” you remind him.

“fine, how much longer, then?” he rolls his eyes.

“wait, you’re serious?”

“i mean,” he shrugs. “why not?”

“you’re actually for real, right now,” your eyes are wide. a smile on your face.

“think about all the inspiration you’ll have for your new songs,” he smirks, you let your head fall back as you laugh.

“come on, blue eyes, i have to do the meet and greet now,” you hold his hand and lead him out of the dressing room.

“you didn’t answer me, though!”

“a year.”

“a year?” he repeats, making sure he heard you correctly.

“a year.” you nod.

“okay. i better start looking at real rings this time,”

“the ring pop you gave me was quite nice,” you laugh, remembering the first time you met.

“would you marry me with a ring pop?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.

suddenly, a sentence crosses your mind.

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings.

“ask me and find out.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

My Love Won't Let You Down

AN: Who wouldn’t want a boyfriend as loving and supporting as Urban?

Synopsis: Urban is always going to be patient and be there for his girl even when she feels as if she doesn't deserve it

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader

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Warnings: Mention of death, Toxic Childhood 

From the time you could remember, you were told not to show your emotions by your parents because it was seen as a sign of weakness.

You didn’t come from a loving home where hugs and encouragement were involved or being allowed to process your emotions in a healthy way.

There were a strict set of rules that you were bound to follow along with your two older siblings and knew if you step out of a line that there would be heavy consequences.

The last thing you wanted to find out was what those consequences were.

You weren’t even sure if your parents loved you or cared about your well-being, but one thing was for sure.

You would never put your relationship or your future kids through the same thing that you endured. 

Or attempt to at least.

When you turned 18, you immediately left the toxic household behind and moved far away from your family and cut off all ties.

Siblings included. 

You were now a family of one and you were okay with that.

Except your dog, Cookie. 

So, a family of two.

Atlanta was a breath of fresh air compared to what you had endured in your hometown.

That was where you met Urban.

You and Urban had been together ever since you met when the both of you were 21.

You were honest and open about your childhood and how you know that you didn’t process emotions very well and tended to simply keep everything to yourself.

Urban said that he never wanted you to feel as if you could never talk to him and that even if the smallest thing upset you, he wanted to know about it.

For awhile, everything was going well.

You got yourself into therapy and was taking on healthy new habits to undo 18 years worth of trauma so that you could be the best version of yourself and the best possible version of a girlfriend to Urban.

Then, you began to shut him out.

Urban didn’t understand why and as many times he would attempt to talk to you to figure out what was wrong, you always confessed to him that you were fine.

But, you were the love of his life and therefore knew better.

He only wanted the best for you and to let him in so he could help you. 

Urban had been back for a few days from being on tour with Jack and he could immediately tell when he stepped through the door of your shared apartment that something was wrong.

He asked you every day since then what was wrong and how he could help but you gave the same answer every time.

“Nothing, babe. I’m just tired.”

He didn’t want to push you and figured that you would tell him in your own time, so he let it slide.

This went on for two more weeks until Urban had asked his best friend what to do and to see if he had any suggestions. 

“She won’t talk to me and I don’t know what to do!”

Jack and the rest of PG absolutely adored you and embraced you with open arms. They never thought that Urban would ever settle and only be with one girl, but all of that went out the window when you met outside the venue of one of Jack’s concerts.

He always likes to get the credit of getting you two together.

“Well, you told me before how she doesn’t really process her emotions very well.”

“But this hasn’t happened since the beginning of our relationship and she had gotten away from that. It’s been almost three weeks and I’m not trying to put any pressure on her or anything, but I clearly know that something is bothering her.”

“You want me or Neelam to talk to her?”

“No, she barely talks to me about how she feels so I doubt she’ll open up to someone else.”

“But, you’re her boyfriend. I’m not and Neelam and her are close. She’s still going to therapy right?”

“As far as I know, but she could be lying about that in order to keep me from being worried.”

“Just let her do it in her own time. She always does.”

It had now been a month and two weeks.

He was trying to be patient, he really was.

However, he noticed you weren't really eating, you weren't really sleeping, you were just kind of there.

He also didn't know you hadn't been back to work since he had been back either. You would simply leave the house for the duration of how long your shift was and then come back at a certain time when you knew Urban would been expecting you.

This needed to be dealt with and dealt with now.

The two of you were lying in bed watching one of your favorite Disney movies Beauty and the Beast when Urban finally confronted you.

He pressed paused and you looked up at him confused.

You noticed that he kept looking at you but you didn't dare meet his eyes.

"Babe, I was watching that."

"No you weren't and we need to talk. This is more important."

"About?"

"Come on Y/N, you know exactly what. What is going on with you?"

"Noth.."

"No, we’re not doing that anymore. It's almost been two months. What is the problem?"

"Urban I'm fine!"

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what!?"

"Completely shut me out!"

"You knew how I was when we met so don't act brand new!"

"Baby, you need to communicate with me! I fucking love you and want the best for you but how am I supposed to do that if you won't let me!?!"

"No you're not! Whatever lies were fed to you for 18 years isn't true! Just let me love you the way you deserve to be loved! You deserve the world and I'm trying to give it to you but you won't let me!"

"Maybe because I don't want you to! I don't deserve you and I don't deserve to be loved by you! I've been a complete fuck up my entire life and a disappointment to everyone around me and..."

Your eyes simply started to water and you didn't stop the tears from rolling down your face.

"And I know you haven't been going to therapy or going to work! Let me help you fix this!"

Oh shit.

"Urban... I can't do this right now." You replied while getting up from the bed as he caught your arm.

"It's two in the morning and you are not about to go anywhere by yourself."

"I feel like you're putting too much pressure on me. Just like them. I'm not leaving but I... need a minute."

Damn.

"That's the last thing I ever want to do. Just... come on and try to sleep. You haven't been sleeping either so I went and bought you melatonin and some tea to help."

You didn't respond, but you didn't pull away from his embrace either.

"Baby girl, please."

"Okay, fine."

"Just lay down and I'll go get everything."

You did as you were told as Urban wiped away your tears and kissed your forehead before making his way into the kitchen.

You slept for three days straight.

On day four you walked into the kitchen to see Urban sticking his head in the fridge.

“Urby...”

“Yes, I feel better."

“Yes, mamas? I'm happy you’re up, did you sleep at all?” He answered while getting both of you something to drink from the fridge.

"You have that look again on your face baby. You ready to talk now?"

You shook your head yes before going over to Urban and hugging him. He leaned down to kiss you and you both stayed that way for a few minutes before you spoke.

“When? What? Are you okay? No, that’s a dumb question. Of course you aren’t.”

"My dad died.”

Urban had a look of disbelief on his face before looking down at you to make sure he heard you right.

“It happened when you were in Australia and it was a heart attack and I don’t know if I’m okay.”

“Babe, I would have flown back!”

“No, because I needed to allow myself to be by myself and feel this.”

“You should not have to go through that alone. I’m here and I’m always going to be here for you. No matter what is happening, I want to know how you’re feeling and if you’re okay. I knew something was wrong because you just shut me out. I get scared as hell when you do that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Baby, don’t be sorry just let me in. I don’t want you reverting back to how you were before. It took a while for you to break out of that.”

"My mom called me and we haven't talked since I was 18. And she actually apologized for what she did to me."

"That's good right? She noticed how she treated you and wanted to reach out?"

"If he didn't die, I highly doubt that she would have. They fed off each other's energy and it was always negative. She actually said she felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders."

"I'm so sorry baby girl."

"Don't be, Urby. I'm just trying to process everything. She cremated him and I want to throw his ashes in the trash. She didn't say what she did with them, but I have a feeling that it wasn't good."

"Thank you for telling me. I'm always here for you and I'm always willing to listen."

"I don't deserve you."

"But you do. You deserve to be shown how love is supposed to be. I'm sorry you never got to experience that, but I'm happy that I get to be the first to do it."

All you could do was hug him tighter.

"I love you Y/N, and please don't ever forget that."

"I love you more. More than anything. Now can you promise me something?"

"Anything mamas."

"That our kids will never feel as if they aren't loved and that we show them what love looks like."

"Trust and believe, they'll know."

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[alisonsfics]

fading spark

pairing: chris evans x wife!reader

request: “can i request an angsty fic/blurb with chris please where him and the reader are slowly beginning lose the spark in their relationship and become more distant as time goes on? maybe their friends and family around them realise it but not them?” - anonymous

word count: 2.2k

warnings: unprotected sex, smut, praise kink, oral ( f receiving), masturbation for like a split second, dirty talk, angst, swearing, minors DNI

You headed towards the front door when you heard the door bell ring again. You weaved in and out of the people and eventually made it to the door. You opened it and welcomed in more guests.

Your husband, Chris, had recently won an Academy Award for a movie he starred in. So, you decided to throw a party to celebrate his success. You hadn’t even seen Chris all night, you were too busy being a hostess.

You leaned against the back of the door, sighing as you finally had five seconds to yourself. One of your closest friends, Katherine, walked over to you with two glasses of wine.

“You look like you could use this.” She said, handing you a glass. You nodded while accepting the drink. “I think everyone is here, let’s go talk. You need a break anyway.” She told you, heading towards your back porch. You followed her outside, and you both took a seat on the chairs you had set out.

“So, how have you been? I feel like I’ve been so busy that I haven’t seen you in ages.” You said, turning to face her. She took a sip of her wine. “I’ve been really good. How have you and Chris been?” She asked, with a cautious expression.

You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard her question. “Chris and I are fine. Wait why? Why wouldn’t be fine?” You asked her. She clearly knew something, but you didn’t know what it was.

“I was just asking.” She lied. You just stared back at her. “Bullshit. You’re my best friend, I know when you’re lying. Just tell me what you meant. Did Chris do something that I don’t know about?” You asked her.

She placed her hand on top of yours before she answered you. “No, nothing like that. I’m just worried about the two of you. I’m not trying to stress you out. I’m just concerted. I remember when you both started dating. It impossible for you to keep your hands off each other. You guys have been together for six years, and you never really got out of the honeymoon phase. But recently, you both just seem distant.” She told you.

You didn’t know what to say. You were simply speechless. You sat there in silence as you processed what she told you. “Do you think he doesn’t love me anymore?” You asked, your voice breaking.

Her eyes went wide. “No, no, no, honey. That’s not what I meant at all. It’s just weird seeing you both not all lovey dovey. I thought maybe something had happened. I wanted to be here for if you both got in a fight or something. If nothing happened, then you’re fine. All couples go through rough spots. Everything will be fine.” She told you, pulling you into a hug.

For the rest of the night, it was all you could think about. You were notorious for overthinking, but this was next level. You had thinking about every aspect of your relationship with Chris. You couldn’t even remember the last time he kissed you. Above all, you didn’t know how you hadn’t noticed until Katherine brought it up.

Your eyes landed on Chris, on the other side of the room. He was telling one of his friends a story with a giant smile on his face. “You alright, honey?” Someone asked you. You turned around and saw Chris’ mom, Lisa.

You were holding back tears at this point. You pursed your lips, trying desperately not to cry. Her expression softened instantly, and she pulled you into a hug.

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked her. She nodded her head, holding your hands in hers. Lisa was family to you, and you went to her for advice often.

“Do you think Chris still loves me?” You asked her, not able to look her in the eyes. She felt every emotion you were feeling from the heartbroken expression on your face. “Did something happen?” She asked you, softly.

You shook your head. “We’ve just been really distant. I’m just worried about it. I really don’t want him to fall out of love with me. Maybe I haven’t been good at showing it recently, but he is my everything.” You said, wiping away the rouge tear that rolled down your cheek.

“If I know one thing, it’s that my son loves you more than anything in the world. Maybe you’ve both been busy, but he still loves you. But I’m assuming you came to me because you were wondering what to do?” She asked you. You nodded your head, truly looking to her for support. “Talk to him. Maybe not right now, but talk to him tonight. Tell him how you’ve been feeling. You both can work this out. You both are so strong and you love each so much.” She told you, pulling you in for a final hug.

You thanked her for the advice before going to talk to one of your friends. You felt more optimistic about your relationship, and you were looking forward to a chance to talk to Chris alone.

After everyone left, you and Chris focused on cleaning up all the food and trash from the party. Neither one of you said a word, but it was first time you both had done something together in weeks. It was refreshing. Afterwards, you both walked to your bedroom to get ready for bed.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking off your jewelry. You weren’t really focusing on what you were doing. Your mind was somewhere else. You were trying to make sure you knew what you wanted to say to Chris.

You were so zoned out that you didn’t see him appear in the doorway of the bathroom. “Hi,” he said, softly. He knew you were zoned out, and he didn’t want to scare you.

You turned to face him and saw him standing there in a t-shirt and sweatpants. “My mom told me that you talked to her.” He said with a sadness in his tone.

You just nodded your head, giving him a weak smile. “What did I do?” He asked you, his volume barely above a whisper. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What are you talking about?” You asked.

“My mom said you thought I didn’t love you anymore. That is my worst nightmare. What did I do to make you feel like that?” He asked, his voice breaking. You could see all of the emotion in his eyes. “It wasn’t something you did. We both have just been distant recently, don’t you think? When was the last time that we spent time together or the last time we kissed? I can’t even remember…” you responded.

“How do we fix this?” He asked, as he looked down at the floor. You had been wondering the same thing. You reached out to hold his hands. “I don’t know,” your voice cracked as you said it.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you against him. You balled up his t-shirt in your hands, while you both stood there in silence. “I don’t know what to do, but I know I want to work to fix this. I don’t want to give up. I love you.” You told him. He pressed a kiss against your temple.

“I love you too. I could never give up on us. How about once a week we have dinner? Just the two of us, no distractions.” He suggested. It was certainly a start. “I would like that.” You said, looking up into his eyes.

He brushed some of your hair out of your face. “Sweetheart, let me make love to you. Let me prove how much I love you. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten to show you how beautiful you are.” He said, placing kisses up and down your neck.

You leaned your head to the side, giving him more access. His name fell effortlessly from your lips as his hands grabbed your ass through your jeans.

“Make love to me, Chris.” You begged him. His sweatpants started to feel tight just from you begging for him. It had been a while since you both had had sex. Neither one of you had realized how much you needed each other.

He grabbed at the back of your thighs, lifting you up off the ground. He attached his lips to yours as he walked into your bedroom. It felt like your first time again. It was electric.

He laid you down on the bed, crawling on top of you. He kissed you, kissed you hard. You could already feel yourself throbbing, and Chris had barely done anything yet. His fingers swiftly moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head.

A groan fell from his lips as he laid eyes on your breasts. “I’ve missed being this close with you, sweetheart.” He told you, before unclipping your bra. He laid a trail of kisses down the valley between your breasts.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he moved to take off your jeans. He pulled the denim down your legs, eventually tossing them to the side. You opened your eyes for a moment and saw Chris’ face between your legs. It was enough for you to whimper. He was so close to where you needed him.

“I’m going, baby. I promise.” He said, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them off of you. You could feel his warm breath against your folds. “Need you so bad,” you mumbled, squirming as you waited for him to touch you.

Then, he placed a kiss right on your clit. He moved on to licking harsh stripes through your folds. Whimpers and moans fell from your lips as he buried his face between your legs.

“So good,” you said, breathlessly. You reached down and wrapped your fingers in his hair. Your hips bucked against his face. The sounds coming from his mouth only turned you on more.

He hummed against your clit, causing you to call out his name. “Chris, ohh— more,” you begged him. He changed between sucking on your clit and drawing figure eights with his tongue.

You started to arch your back against the bed. You knew you were close. Your toes began to curl as you waited for your orgasm. “I’m gonna— fuck,” you called out, as you came on his face. He lapped up all your arousal before coming up to kiss you. “That feel good, honey?” He asked you, moving your hair out of your face.

You just nodded as you caught your breath. Your eyes were still closed as you tried to recover from your orgasm. Chris stood up and quickly got rid of his clothes. You heard a groan from him that made you open your eyes.

You saw him kneeling on the bed, jerking himself off. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed. You felt a pit forming in your stomach. “I’m thinking about you, sweetheart. Thinking about how good you feel wrapped around me.” He told you. A whimper escaped your legs as you rubbed your legs together.

You got up on your knees, facing him. You pulled his hand away from his cock. His eyes shot open. You pushed him, so he was sitting with his back against the headboard.

“Say it again.” You told him. He smirked, knowing the effect that his words had on you. “I was thinking about your pretty pussy, sweetheart. I was thinking about how good it feels when I’m deep inside you.” He told you, earning a moan from you.

You rested your hands on his shoulders. He leaned in and buried his face in your neck, softly sucking on the skin. As he did that, you lined yourself up and slid down onto his cock.

He threw his head back, multiple profanities falling from his lips. “So tight, honey. It’s been too long since I stretched you out.” He said, grabbing your hips. You pulled away and then sank back down onto him. He used his tight grip on your hips to effortlessly lift you up and down.

Each time it felt like he reached deeper inside of you. “You get yourself off on my cock, sweetheart. I need to play with these gorgeous tits.” He said, grabbing both of your breasts that were bouncing as you thrusted onto him.

Both of you were moaning freely. It had been so long since you both had had sex, that you both were almost ready to cum already. You could feel the tightening in your stomach.

“I love you, you know that right?” Chris said, grabbing your hips and helping you as your thrusts started to falter. “I love you too, so much.” Your voice came out airy and breathless.

With that, you both fell over the edge, your bodies collapsing against each other. “I love you.” He repeated, pressing kisses to your sweaty forehead.

“I’m sorry that I let us get so distant. I’ve missed you, and not just the sex even though that was amazing.” You told him, laughing softly. He chuckled and kissed you softly. “You’re right. That was amazing.” He said, before getting up to grab a washcloth.

He cleaned you both up and then got into bed beside you. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am to be your husband?” He asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I’d say just as lucky as I am to be your wife.” You told him, as you snuggled into his side.

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HSLOT HOUSTON

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warning: smut

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It was a bit of a shock, well a lot of a shock when YN is scrolling through her instagram time and it becomes flooded with a gif of her husband passionately kissing a gorgeous blonde.

The trailer for Don’t Worry Darling had dropped out of nowhere and now there was a nasty feeling on jealously, insecurity, and possessiveness in the pit of her stomach.

She knew it was irrational, they were married for fucks sake, but those emotions weren’t always rational.

YN watched it, over and over, until she tossed her phone onto the side table hard enough that it slides off and falls harshly on the ground.

Harry and crew were downstairs, it didn’t look like the Houston show was going to happen because of the storm.

She felts ridiculous and immature for the tears welling up in her eyes. It’s not like she was upset or mad at him.

She was proud of him for his acting abilities and all of his hard work - that’s why she was mad at herself right now.

YN knows Harry is expecting her downstairs to help figure out details, what to do for the fans, etc.. because she was a major part of the production crew.

But she nearly felt like she was going to throw up.

Could you blame her?

Who on earth would want to see their significant other making out passionately for the world to swoon over?

YN scrubs the tears from her cheeks, hadn’t even realized they were falling.

She does the worst thing ever, pulls it back up and starts ready comments, especially from their friends - it almost felt like betrayal. Jeff, Glenne, Lambert, Gemma.

A message appears at the top of the screen.

Bunny 🐰: come on darling, need you down here. meeting is about to start 😗

Her fingers hesitate.

yn: be down in five

Bunny 🐰: is everything okay? where’s my kiss? 😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗

She sighs, she feels bad because it’s not his fault.

He had been offered the role, came home and instantly told his wife that if she wasn’t comfortable with him having romantic scenes - he’d turn it down.

YN wasn’t like that.

When she was being logically she would never want to stand in the way of Harry persuing his dreams.

It was acting and she had even been on set a few times when there were heated scenes but it just felt different - uncomfortable.

YN throws one of the bunny merch hoodies, a pair of cropped leggings, and black nikes before heading down from their suite to the conference room.

Harry had purposefully kept the seat open for her, right next to him, and she slips into quietly as they continue to talk.

There were a lot of higher ups in the room, from the venue, the touring company, his team - deciding on what they should do about the weather warning.

He instantly tugs her as close of possible to him with a long arm wrapped around her shoulder and a subtle kiss to the side of her head.

They’re talking about the people standing outside in the rain for GA, they all get quiet, and Harry nudges his wife, “Darling, they’re talking t’you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Can you repeat the question?” YN asks, eyes a bit wide in embarrassment at all the stares on her face.

A venue manager speaks up, “How do you think the fans will react and how can we ensure them of another show here. We do not want to lose the business of this concert.”

“Obviously upset. People have flown in for the concert - so maybe if you reach out to some of those fans and reimbursement their flights, they’d be more likely to come back and that would look good on you guys,” YN offers, tense and trying to ignore Harry’s concerned expression - he could always tell.

“Jamie, get on that,” The man orders with an executive nod that he liked the idea and Harry squeezes her shoulder lovingly.

The meeting goes on, she would normally wait for Harry to wade through all the people wanting to speak to him but she zips through the maze of bodies and back down the corridor to the elevator.

She about there when she hears someone running to catch up with her, knows exactly who it is when he pulls her back into his strong chest.

“Wha’s wrong?” Her husband murmurs in her ear, lips brushing softly and his arms keeping her as close as possible.

“It’s nothing, I just need some time alone,” YN sighs, stepping out of his warm embrace and turning to face him.

“Did I do somethin’? Baby, c’mon,” He coaxes, frowning as he studies her face, “Talk t’me, please.”

“I’m just - I’m being dumb,” She chuckles with no humor in her tone, tears welling again and she is quick to cover her face in her sleeve because fans are being to notice them.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get y’upstairs,” Harry replies, guiding her towards the elevator and throwing his arm around her to block her - it would look playful in the fan photos.

The crowd gets irritated when Harry refuses to stop and sign things, take pictures but his bodyguards quickly block them from getting to close.

Once in the elevator, alone, Harry cups her face gently, “Baby, y’gotta tell me what’s going on, m’confused.”

“The trailer, it came out and -“

Harry is perplexed for a moment, “Is that why everyone’s blowing up m’phone?”

Then he’s pulling it out, swiping a few times, and the short ten-second trailer is playing across his screen and he knows instantly.

“Sweetheart,” He sighs, tucking it back into his pocket, “M’sorry-“

“No, no. Don’t apologize,” YN interrupts him, eyes frantic as she speaks, “I’m not - It’s not your fault. I just wasn’t expecting it and it threw me off. I am so proud of you -“

“But y’a bit jealous, huh?” Harry smirks, rubbing his thumb against her bottom lip lightly, tugging to tease a bit.

“You’re my husband. Of course, I don’t want to see you do that with anyone else,” YN replies, watching as her husbands eyes meld into something fiery and golden.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He asks, voice deepening into what YN likes to call his sex voice and it really does work - makes her stomach flip.

“Harry, you don’t have to try to make me feel better. I’m re-“

Harry hits the red stop button on elevator, pausing the movement - it was a single elevator to the penthouse so it wasn’t effecting the rest of the hotel guests.

“Let me tell you a secret. The day we had to film tha’ scene, when I had to kiss someone who wasn’t you over and over again. When I had to act like I would fuck someone other than you,” Harry’s teeth are grazing her jugular dangerously, his breathe minty and cool, “You remember that one night on the balcony?”

“Mm,” YN agrees shakily, she remembers that night a few months ago well.

-

Harry had come home from set with a mission.

He hadn’t disclosed what happened that day and YN had completely forgotten to ask later on.

When he stormed through their master bedroom and swung open the balcony doors, his eyes fall hungrily on his wife who’s reading a book on their balcony. ***

Her skin was glowing on the dim fairy lights and reflection of the moon, it was late- nearly midnight when he’d finally gotten home.

She was lounging on the sofa, sprawled in a silk pajama set that was simple but so sexy in the way her natural breasts lay without a bra - nipples poking at the fabric.

It had only taken him a moment, he’d been hard the whole ride home thinking about his wife, and when he saw that, he was striding over and murmuring, “You know your safe words, right baby?”

-

It was him eating her out hungrily, ridding her of her clothes and him still fully dressed as he nipped and sucked at her clit.

-

Then he had bent her over the balcony railing, overlooking the Hollywood hills where surely their neighbors could have seen if they squinted.

His fingers were digging harshly into her backside, thrusting and having her tits sway with the force as he praised her on how well she took it.

-

And it ended with back on the couch, her legs soaked from her multiple releases, skin smattered in bruises and love bites, and Harry kissing her roughly as he pinched her clit and released inside her.

-

“The reason I wrecked y’tha’ night was because doing all that shit on set made me want to come straight home to m’wife,” Harry whispers like there’s other people in the elevator with them.

“Harry,” She mutters shyly, avoiding eye contact and looking down to the marble floor.

“No, look at me, baby. All I could think about were how much better your mouth feels, how no one can ever compare to how fuckin’ sexy y’are,” He rumbles, his hand is slipping underneath her hoodie and palming at her belly.

“Love you,” YN replies, reaching up to press their lips together and whine when his tongue automatically finds it way into her mouth.

“Been with you since I was fifteen. Y’know tha’? There’s a reason for that, s’because nobody gets to me like you do. You always make me crave more. The reason I put that rock on y’finger and y’name on m’bank account.”

“Bunny, please.”

Harry smirks against her lips, “Please what?”

“Fuck me, c’mon,” She begs desperately, his hand teasing at the waistband of her leggings but not giving her anything.

“Gotta give it t’you when you ask, s’my husbandly duty,” Harry kisses her again, hands moving to tug them down.

“Yes, be a good husband,” She scolds, getting on her tiptoes out of instinct as he slips two fingers up into her.

“M’tryin’,” He gruffs, hissing at how wet she is for him as he curls his fingers towards the front her wall to hit her spot, “Only one f’me. Never want anyone else, been an love-struck idiot for you since I was fifteen.”

-

After they finish, Harry presses the button to restart the elevator and they’re both panting, with a light sheen on sweat.

When they step into the foyer of the penthouse, Harry cups her face and makes sure he has her full attention.

“I love you. If this movie or me acting with other people romantically is too much for you. Please tel me, m’job is never more important than m’marriage,” He says seriously, face still splotchy from coming in the sticky, hot elevator.

She shakes her head, “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable - well, not when I’m thinking logically. I’m proud of you, I can’t wait to see the movie.”

“I love y’so much, sunflower. Y’my soulmate, the reason I have the courage and confidence is because of you.”

[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

Dreams of Coffee and K-pop pt.2

Pt.1

An: I found the emoji!

Tw: yandere, implied murderous intent

Disclaimer: Yanderes are abusive, this is not love.

Art cred: Kackaorz1 on Twitter

It was the day of the concert. You had been listening to the 4NEMO music that your friend had been recommending you and had gotten quite familiar with it. Now, you were dressed in your favourite outfit, ready to attend the concert with your best friend. It was two hours before the concert started, but Venti advised you to come early so you and your friend could hang out with them and watch them warm-up. 4NEMO had gotten closer to you in the time before the concert. The boys texted you constantly and you got attached, welcoming them into your tight little circle of trust. You even all had a group chat with just you and the boys. They proved to be a pleasant way for you to blow off steam from your classes and relax so you welcomed them. Just a week after you all had met, 4NEMO had a new hit album called "Coffee Dream". It had become your new favourite album from them, containing all of the things you loved in music. Almost as though it was made with you in mind. You even set your ringtone to the instrumental of one of the album's songs. A beep resounded from your phone as you looked yourself over in the mirror. A text from Venti, " Hey cutie, just wondering if you need a ride to the concert, I'd be happy to give you a ride!" The nickname 'Cutie' had been something that sort of just happened, no inside joke, just Venti teasing you. You smile and chuckle a bit then answer him. "Yeah sure, I'm already ready so you can come now and I'm sure that they're ready too so you can pick us up now." Five minutes later you received another text telling you that Venti was now at your apartment. Making sure to fix your hair, you went outside. Outside was a black limousine waiting for you. "Get in, cutie! The others are starting warmups!" Venti called to you as you got in the limo, admiring the interior of the vehicle. Vent pulled you to his side, thighs touching. You were confused at his actions but then Venti slung his arm around your shoulder and explained. "Well we've got to make sense for your friend, right? Ehe." He giggled at the end. In return, you shrugged but it did make sense so you didn't mind. Plus, this was Venti, he's always like this. Once you got to your friend's house you saw them with a 4NEMO glow stick in hand and wearing a 4NEMO tee with the group's logo on it. "Hey, bestie! And Venti!" You laughed at the stupid nickname and replied. "Ok, you know you are my best friend and I love you platonically, and that I would die for you if necessary, but do not call me bestie. You can call me anything else, hell I'd even prefer if you called me your 'stupid butt-kicking partner in arson,' than whatever that was. Now, let's pretend that never happened and erase that from our memories. 'Kay?" This was just harmless teasing as you two had done much more stupid things and had many more inside jokes that no one except for you two knew about. "Aye aye, captain!" You talked about random subjects as the car ride went on. And Venti held onto you the whole way, almost as if he thought you might disappear. Maybe even a bit more than usual. Once you got to where the concert would take place, Venti escorted you both to the private room where the boys were practicing. "Hey, guys, I brought a little something!" Venti called to the other 4NEMO members, a hand on your shoulder tugging you to him. All the group looked up from what they were doing. From Kazuha trying out different chords on the electronic piano to xiao going over some dance moves that you hadn't seen yet, to Aether doing vocal exercises. Aether and Kazuha meeting you with soft smiles. Xiao looking away from you after he met your eyes. "So that's what you went off to do, and I almost thought you were trying to skip out on practice." Xiao retorted. "Well it is nice to have you here with us, and you too." Aether addressed you and your friend. It was surprisingly relaxing watching them warm-up for the concert. The practice was flawless, clear that everyone had already gotten everything down to the most minuscule detail. "4NEMO, you ready? Shows about to

begin." One of their workers called, you fairly remember her name being Rika or something along those lines. The boys nodded already dressed in their beautiful yet casual costumes. "Wooh! Go 4NEMO!" You called to them as you and your friend headed for where the audience had already situated itself. (On the other side) That past week, they had been almost three times more productive with you as their inspiration. Starting and releasing a new album dedicated to you in just a week. With you on their brains, inspiration was abundant. They were more devoted to you than even some of their superfans, Kazuha even stalking your social media in secret so he could make sure that his next compositions were to your taste. 4NEMO had been trying to express their love for you in the clearest yet unsuspicious way they could. Even referencing the day you met with the album. Nevertheless, you seemed to be only interested in friendship. No matter, everything would go their way in the end. Venti had put in so much effort to have you by his side, even if it was for just before the concert. Having to sneak away from the group without being noticed to go get you, paying the limo driver extra as he was only supposed to have driven 4NEMO there. Even holding back what we wanted to say to make you ditch that lousy friend of yours. Just for you to voice your feelings of devotion for them while he was in the same car!? So oblivious, so innocent, he had to protect you. The other boys were also surprised to see you but welcomed your presence. They all thought you would only show up at the concert, not before. But they all loved to indulge in you, so no one really minded Venti's little stunt. 4NEMO appeared on the stage. Smiling at the crowd with meaningless movie star smiles. At everyone except for you of course. All their eyes scoured the crowd for you, happy to see that you were close to the stage. Close enough, to tempt them into pulling you up to be with them. But, they had an image to uphold. So they held off on the longing looks at you and just focused on impressing you. "Hey, guys! Who's ready for a 4NEMO concert!?" Aether grinned and asked the crowd? The audience wooed back, even you, something the boys genuinely smiled at. "Well then, we've ought to get this party started!" Venti cried as the first song started. The boys knew that this had been your first concert as you preferred more quiet, secluded ways to spend your time while your friend was the one dragging you to interact with the outside world. And they were determined to make it special. Make this day the one that makes you as head over heels in love with them as they are. They started with a fast fan favourite, the one that you had as your ringtone. The one they created as a way to only express a fraction of the passion they felt for you. Xiao moved beautifully and elegantly as he sang. Venti hit a flawless high note that even most female singers couldn't reach. Kazuha harmonized with them in such a beautiful way that it could take one's breath away, rapping clearly and rapidly. Aether was the one who pulled it all together, he was the leader after all. 4NEMO was pleased to find that you were enjoying the change of environment. Moving your head and singing along with some of the songs you knew. Just one small problem. Though it was an irritation, the boys kept up in the perfect way only they could achieve. The problem was that you just had to bring your friend with you, Venti told the others what he had heard in the car, about how you would even die for them. And they just had to separate you two, it was too much jealousy to handle. It drove them even further, made them crave your praise even more. Even just a small compliment would suffice. So they worked their hardest at this concert. Making sure you have the time of your life. The concert was finally over and now you could be reunited with the boys. They swarmed around you once you had arrived at their private room. Asking you how the experience was and was delighted that you said that it was "absolutely

surreal" and that you loved it. It might not have been a direct 'I love you.' But it would work for now. Though they couldn't be with you in public due to their status, they would still have you. They would still make you theirs. They would remove anyone to make that happen. And it seemed like your friend was going to be the first.

[iwadori]

Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week,  from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh  

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”  

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:  

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.  

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.  

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you  

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face  

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.  

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto  

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.  

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.  

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.  

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.  

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.  

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.  

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.  

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.  

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.  

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes  

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.  

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.