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born-to-lose · 2 years

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About last night...

Me with The Royal Beggars 08/10/2022. Essay about hanging out with them under the cut

After The Royal Beggars finished their set, I bought their tote bag and all three CDs they sold. Later when I was at the merch stand again, I noticed that they were signing someone else's CD so I thought why not?

I walked up to them and got one of my CDs out, asking the singer if they could please sign it. He, the drummer and the bassist were standing behind the table and signing it when the guitarist suddenly stood next to me, asking, "What's your name?"

I replied, "Melissa" and he shook my hand, saying, "I'm Jonas, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," I said and after they all signed my CD, the singer said to me, "Thank you so much!"

"Thank you! You guys were amazing!"

Then the singer said, "Aw you are amazing!"

As I was leaving the stand, the bassist yelled after me, "You're beautiful!" and I put my hand on my heart, pouting a bit and saying, "Aw thank you!"

After Sister's set, I decided I wanted to ask for a photo with them, so I went to their stand again and asked the merch guy if the band was still here. He said they're backstage and asked if I wanted to meet them. A few minutes later, Jonas, walked over to me and I asked if I could take a picture with them. He said, "Of course. Let's go outside for that, yeah? Because the light is better there and we need to find the other guys. You're Vanessa, right? No, Melissa. Come on."

We pushed through the crowd together and made our way outside. "Are you from the city, Lichtenfels?"

"No, but I live 20 minutes away from here."

In the entrance hall of the venue, some drunk guy chatted him up and visibly annoyed, Jonas looked down at me and touched my back. The drummer, Emil, came from outside and Jonas told him to stay here because I wanted to get photos with them. When the other guy finally left him alone, Jonas went to search for the singer in the crowd. I told Emil they were my favourite band so far and he said, "No really?! That means so much to us!"

Shortly after, Jonas and the singer, David, came back. "Now we only need to find Simon. The bassist is always the hardest to find," Jonas chuckled.

Then Simon came from the bar with a Jack Daniel's plastic cup in his hand and he got so excited when he saw me. He immediately hugged me and shouted, "Melissa! Melissa is my favourite person ever! She's the best person we've met!" (He repeated this many times that night)

"She wants to take pictures with us," Jonas told him.

We all walked outside and with his arm around my shoulder, Simon asked, "How many pictures do you want to take?"

"Uh... as many as you'd like to take."

"We'll take lots for you."

Outside the venue, David asked some random dude to take photos with my phone and then tightly wrapped his arm around me before Simon said, "No, she has to stand in the middle. You're the star of the photo."

The dude took a bunch of pictures and the band members said, "Look at them right now so if they suck, we can take more."

I looked through the pictures and took my mask off so we took some more photos without it and Simon asked if it's okay if he puts his hand on my shoulder. Once again, they told me to check if they're good.

One of them asked what I bought from their merch and I said the three CDs and the tote bag. Simon was like, "All three?! Thank you so much for your support!" and David insisted that they need to sign them all.

Jonas asked if anyone had seen their pen and Emil said it had been at their merch table earlier. He got a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and asked if I wanted one. I had never smoked before, but I accepted the offer because how could I not? Jonas took one too and the drummer lit all of our cigarettes before going back inside. My cigarette went out and Jonas lit his and mine again, saying, "You need to inhale it- yeah, like that" when I put it in my mouth and inhaled as he lit it again.

He explained that they're loading in the van with all the gear and the next day they need to drive 15 hours back to Gothenburg. "Did you know this actually our first time playing outside of Sweden?" and I asked, "Really?" He nodded with a grin and took a drag of his cigarette.

"Are you gonna play here again soon?" I asked.

"I hope so! It's planned," he smiled. "Are you staying for the after party at the bar?"

"No, sadly not. My sister's driving me and it's gonna be late anyway..."

He nodded and I admitted that I actually hadn't known them before and only listened to two or three of their songs the night prior, but they were definitely my favourite of the night. "Thank you so much! That really means a lot to us."

We could hear that Hardcore Superstar had just started playing. "Hardcore Superstar is a great band. They're also from Gothenburg like us."

"Oh?"

"Mhm... Did you get one of our shirts?"

"Not yet."

"What's your size?" Jonas asked as he started looking through the merch boxes in the open trunk of the van and I said XL. "Do you want the white shirt with the blue writing or the black shirt with the red writing?"

I looked at the options and picked the black shirt.

Then Emil came back with a pen. The two of them signed the other two CDs and then Simon and David came back too. While signing them, David accidentally dropped one of the CDs. "Shit, I'm sorry, I hope it's not broken," he apologized, picking it up and inspecting the CD.

"It's okay, I don't think it's broken. And if it is, it's simply a collector's item," I said.

"If it's broken, just message us on Facebook or Instagram and we'll send you a new one," Simon said. "Or just if you want anything, message us and we'll send you shit."

"Thank you so much!"

"Not actual shit, we won't send you actual shit," he added, laughing.

As they continued putting boxes in the van, Simon called, "Jump in the van! You're going to Gothenburg with us! Jump in the van!"

I laughed. "I'd love to, but..."

"No excuses, jump in the van!"

"I just think it would be difficult to explain to my parents, but I promise I will next time."

"Where are you from?" Simon asked and he mumbled something, saying it's a place in Sweden that sounds like my hometown.

He kept looking at me like a puppy with teary eyes and I smiled, wordlessly looking back at him. "Sorry, it's just so special that we have a fan. You're our biggest fan. We thought we're the only people who listen to this shit. You're the best person we've met, you're amazing."

"You are amazing!" I said before adding, "We already had this earlier."

After I put the CDs in my bag, Jonas handed me the shirt and smiled. "Here's your shirt."

"Thank you! How much is it?"

"Nothing! It's a gift from us to you," he said, bowing with his palms pressed together, first pointing at himself, then at me.

"Aw thank you so much! Can I hug you?"

"Sure, come here," he said and hugged me.

"I want one too!" Simon said excitedly and I hugged him as well.

"Hey, she's giving out free hugs! I also want one!" David said, pushing through from the back and hugging me really long and really tightly so I could feel his link chain pressing into my cheek. When he pulled away, he patted my back.

I turned around to see Emil with open arms and a smile, hugging me too.

"We drove 15 hours to see you and it was worth it," Simon said.

"I drove 20 minutes to see you and it was also worth it," I laughed.

"Only 20 minutes?"

"Next time I'll be the one driving 15 hours to Sweden."

Simon accompanied me to the entrance, his arm around me. "If you do that- if you do that... you'll get another shirt!"

"Only a shirt?"

"You'll- you'll get everything!" We stood in front of the door and I put my cigarette out and threw it away. "I'll buy you a beer! Do you want a beer?"

"No thanks, you don't have to."

"Listen, I'm not trying to be a creep here! I'm not- I'm not a weirdo or trying to hit on you or anything..." he explained himself, his eyes wide.

"No no no, not at all! Don't worry about it, it's fine," I reassured him.

"Okay, do you really not want something to drink? I'll buy you a drink," he asked again.

I shook my head. "That's really sweet of you, but next time, yeah?"

"Alright, then thank you again and see you next time! I need to take a piss now, bye!"

"Bye, have a great night!" Emil was standing by the door and I thanked him again for the cigarette.

"Oh, no problem at all," he smiled, briefly looking up.

In the middle of Hardcore Superstar's set, when I was watching from the side (because I obviously lost my front row place that I had for the rest of the concert), Jonas came out of the backstage area and grinned, raising his hand when he walked past me. He gave me a high five hand shake and looked back at me with a smile as he walked away.

UPDATE: Last night, I posted one of the pics in my Instagram story, thanking them again, and they reposted it. This morning, they messaged me, "Thank you Melissa, it was really nice to meet you! [...] Hope to be back again soon!" and when I said, "You better be! If not, I'll drive the 15 hours to Sweden, as I said", they replied, "Haha, you're the best!"

#simon and jonas were so touchy o never want to wash my denim jacket again lmao #i swear david gives the best hugs my god #i still can't believe this even happened #and that apparently i was the only one who really loved them enough to ask for a picture #i didn't even initiate a real conversation they just started talking to me because they were visibly excited to meet me #they were like starstruck when they saw me for the second time skhfkdhf especially simon #i'm surprised at how comfortable it immediately felt because i usually hate talking to strangers #there was nobody else hanging out with them at any point so i guess i'm special #the best thing is that i didn't even have vip tickets or anything like that. it just happened coincidentally #ngl i lowkey wanna start a fan club for them now. who's in?#mel talks #mel's concert stories #my face #you're getting the whole story here tho i feel like i forgot something we talked about but god i wanna go back #sorry but i need to pin this just to brag #*touchy-feely in the first tag

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sttoru · 5 months

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⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you show your husband some affection, thinking you two were alone - only to be interrupted by your son.

tags. dad!toji fushiguro x wife!female reader. fluff, suggestive. mentions of toji developing / having a dad bod. & reader having a mom bod. reader gets called ‘princess, mama (by gumi)’. baby gumi waking up bcs of a nightmare. excuse me - not beta read bcs i was half asleep when writing this rt_t

“tooooji,” you smile as you enter the kitchen. you’ve put megumi to bed - finally - and have the chance to spend some one-on-one time with your dear husband. both of you deserve the rest after a hard day of work.

toji has been putting the dishes back in their designated spots whilst you were away. the dark-haired man turns his head to the side once he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. a small grin tugs at his lips, “missed me, princess?”

you roll your eyes. even if years have passed since your marriage, toji has not stopped using that specific nickname for you. he loves calling you ‘princess’, because that’s what you’ll always be to him. in his eyes, at least.

“mhm,” you decide to indulge him. you bury your face into his broad back, feeling the muscles he’s worked so hard on obtaining. after megumi was born, toji did let himself go for a bit, but that is a good sign.

it means he’s content with his life - this peaceful life that he’s settled down for with no regrets. no more being reckless, no more battling for money; he’s now got a family to come back home to after all.

“is the little brat asleep?” toji asks while putting the last dish away. he’s visibly enjoying your warm hands that have slid under his shirt. your skin is so soft to the touch compared to his.

you chuckle and nod to his question. “gumi’s sleeping like a baby,” you rub your husband’s stomach gently, feeling the little bumps of his fading abs. you’re loving his new body - just as much as toji loves yours.

toji turns around to face you, desperately needing to return the favor. he can’t get enough of being with you. his rough hands grab your waist and bring you closer against his body, until your chests are nearly touching. he lowers his head to your neck, “that means i can show my wife how much i love her, yeah?”

you shiver at how toji’s voice turns from soft and gentle to sexual and husky. big hands find their place on your tummy, massaging the loose skin with its stretch marks. you can hear your husband’s breath hitch. “fuck,” toji swallows his spit, his fingers moving to grasp your hips.

toji loves how your hips got wider after you’ve given birth to your child. every change in your body, whether big or small, is completely welcomed by him. your body has blessed toji with a son he loves and he’ll forever be grateful for that fact. the least he can do is take his time to appreciate you.

“so beautiful,” toji sighs as he leaves soft pecks on your neck and throat. his fingers are working their way down to your thighs and ass—not leaving a single patch of skin untouched. his lips eventually find yours and you melt into his embrace.

it’s getting heated and the tension is palpable. toji’s about to lift you into his arms when you catch a glimpse of a short figure in the doorway. your eyes widen and you immediately detach your lips from your husband’s.

toji quickly catches on and sighs. he cocks his head to the left, the sight of his toddler standing at the doorway coming into view. “damn kid,” he whispers, nearly pouting because of the interruption. you playfully slap his bicep—a warning to fix his potty mouth in front of megumi.

“h-hey, gumi,” you say with an awkward giggle, walking towards the child. you fix your shirt in the meantime, straightening the material. you crouch down to megumi’s level and pat his head tenderly, “what happened? why are you out of bed?”

megumi stares up at you with teary eyes. he’s clenching onto his dog plushie, hugging the stuffed animal to his little body. you can easily guess that he’s scared—probably because of a nightmare. he’s been getting those more frequently.

though, instead of explaining himself, megumi searches for answers to something else. he points at his dad who’s leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. the toddler then looks back at you like he’s made some big discovery;

“mama papa kissing!”

you nearly choke on your spit. megumi’s a clever little boy and it shows through his advanced vocabulary. you’re surprised that he’s learnt what that meant already. you try to deny what your child said, “no, uhm, mama and papa were just hugging!”

toji snorts at your half assed excuse. he lazily walks over to you two, hands in his pockets. he bends forwards and looks megumi in the eyes with a huge smirk on his face. “yeah, we were. ‘n you totally ruined it,” he utters without any shame and menacingly sticks his tongue out at the little boy.

you hiss and lightly shove toji—he cannot take anything seriously. you’re trying your best to distract megumi’s attention from what he’s seen his parents do, to what his reason is for waking up.

“did you have a nightmare again?” you coo and pick your son up. he instantly snuggles up to you and presses his face against your chest in search of comfort. you smile and can conclude that your assumptions are right.

you pet megumi’s head whilst softly humming one of his favorite lullabies. toji watches your interaction with his son and his mood softens once more. he silently hugs you from behind—also wrapping an arm around megumi—turning it into a little family group hug.

“y’re all right, buddy,” toji mutters to megumi and the little boy sniffles in response, “mama ‘n papa ‘re right here.”

after a couple minutes, you carry megumi back to his room before putting him down in his bed. your husband stands next to you as you make sure your kid is tucked in properly.

megumi stares up at you with a sniff and you nearly melt at the adorable sight. you brush his bangs out of his eyes and kiss his forehead, wishing him a good night. the toddler nods and hugs his plushie to his chest again, still a bit shaken up from the nightmare. however, he’s doing a lot better after he got comforted by both his parents.

“sweet dreams, gumi,” you whisper and rub megumi’s cheeks with a fond smile on your lips. toji simply stares at you conversing with megumi—his face showing little to no emotion. though, from within, toji is absolutely in awe at your motherly personality. you’re the perfect mother.

megumi gets drowsy and tosses onto his side so he could be more comfortable. he struggles to open his eyes, but manages to look at toji. the little boy pouts and points another finger at his dad, this time drowsily warning him, “papa no kiss mama, ‘kay?”

that comment catches you off guard. you’re embarrassed by the fact that megumi still remembers what he’s seen in the kitchen. you try to clear your throat and explain yourself, but toji’s one step ahead of you. he silently mimics megumi’s words and rolls his eyes—

“yeah yeah, whatever. i won’t,” toji promises his son. the toddler clearly inherited your husband’s protectiveness. you chuckle at the playfulness between the two, enjoying the jokey banter the father-son duo have each time.

megumi huffs in victory and nods. he can sleep in peace now, knowing his dad won’t try anything funny with you. he closes his weary eyes and is asleep within just a few seconds.

you stretch your arms and sigh in content. you can’t help but chuckle once you notice how megumi’s fallen asleep with a tiny smile on his lips. you give the child one last forehead kiss before leaving the room in silence.

toji follows right behind you. now that his son is sound asleep, he doesn’t have to keep his promise. technically— he wasn’t planning to anyway.

“c’mere,” your husband mumbles and grabs your hand. he pulls you into a tight hug, hands instantly roaming your body which he admires so much. he plants his lips onto yours not a second later.

you smile into the kiss, finding it funny how toji couldn’t keep his (fake) promise for even one second. he would die if he actually couldn’t kiss you, and that isn’t even an exaggeration.

toji pulls back after a moment and smirks at you—those bedroom eyes of his very telling.

“so, where were we?”

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk x you #toji x you #jjk fluff #toji fluff #jjk x y/n #toji x y/n #star divider by benkeibear

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