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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 month ago

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I hope you had a great time seeing them in Germany! What do you think about reader seeing the boys live for the first time? ❤️

I really ran with this…

Vessel

He was shitting his pants. There were always some nerves before the show. That was inevitable when you genuinely cared about what you did. But suddenly he felt that he was more than fine to go in front of thousands of people. Even messes a line in his song. But knowing that you were there. That his team had secured you the best spot in the pit. That suddenly made him overthink every little thing.

Not to mention that you were there. In a sea of people. What if someone knocked you out while moshing? What if you fell? Did someone rob you? Punched you? No, he was flying off the hook. He had security there. There were a couple of people from the team who were there alongside you. You weren’t alone. He had nothing to worry about. No one knew you two were together. No one had a reason to target you. Yet he cared too much to not feel panic over it.

It all shifted when Vessel had finally made his way to the catwalk. For a moment he had forgotten that you were there. Too lost in the music. Too used to your schedule clashing with concert dates. But when his eyes met yours. The smile on your face could have sent him straight to his knees. You told him every day how proud you were of him. But there was something else about seeing it yourself. The glisten in your eyes. The way you shook your head almost in disbelief. That smile. Fuck him the smile that he had fallen for months ago. Without really thinking about it Vessel pointed at you. Making the crowd fall into fits of screams. Just they didn’t know that was for you and you only. You laughed softly shaking your head. He spent as much time as he could there at the end of the catwalk. Looking at you the whole time, thankful that his mask didn’t let others see that.

Pumped up with adrenaline after the show he could barely stand in one place as he waited for his team to bring you backstage once more. Crew passing by kept on congratulating, tapping his shoulder but he didn’t hear much of it. All his attention was on the little metal door that stood between you and him now. “Sir, could I get an autograph?”, a tap on his back made him do a 180 so quickly Vessel nearly lost his balance. And here you were. The same glistening eyes looked up at him. He simply smiled, hands reaching for your hips as he pulled you closer to him. Making you step on your tippy toes to kiss his lips softly.

“And?”, Vessel muttered after pulling away. “You were unbelievable!”, your hands clasped his biceps as you attempted and the key word here was attempted to shake all 6’3 of him. “I mean my god…”, you grunted throwing your head back, “I knew you were amazing but that”, you gestured back towards the stage. Vessel could feel his cheeks heating up. He knew that he always cared about what everyone thought but there was something special about knowing that people you loved, shared the love for something so special to you as well.

“Vess you were fucking amazing”, you beamed, cupping his still paint-covered cheeks. “You are too kind”, he muttered leaning closer. Brushing his nose against yours, before giving it a little kiss. “No i see you and that was life-changing”, your tone turned a lot more serious now, “that’s why people love you so much, baby”, you mused softly.

“I only had my eyes on you”, Vessel pointed out making you chuckle. “You better, I saw them girls with their titts out”, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. Vessel let out a soft chuckle, “saw no titts only your eyes”, he muttered, pushing a strand of your hair away from your face. “Thank you for inviting me”, you whispered, stepping closer, and pressing your palms against his chest. “Thank you for being here”, Vessel smiled, leaning in once more, brushing his soft lips over yours. “Sorry you have paint…”, he grunted, reaching out to brush his thumb over the smudge on your cheek. “No, don’t brush it off - want to have my fangirl moment”, you pull back, grinning like a devil, making Vessel chuckle once more.

iii

Everyone knew a month prior that you would join them for one of the home shows they were doing. There wasn’t a soul left in the crew who hadn’t heard the whole “my girlfriend this”, and “my girlfriend that”, story. He was a proud boyfriend okay. Besides this band, you were the best thing that had happened to him and he wasn’t about to be quiet about it. So the whole morning he has a grin on his face because he’s in his car, going to the venue and you’re right beside him. His hand on your thigh as he grins.

Everyone else is being the sweetest, greeting you as if you are one of the team. Your hand is in his as iii slowly walks you through the whole setup. Showing you where all of his guitars are. “Hold on”, he muses, reaching for his black and red bass before putting it over your shoulders. “Jesus, you look tiny”, he chuckled at how huge it looked in your arms. “Wait, pose”, he’s laughing, taking shit tonnes of pictures of you with his bass. And you best bet that’s his new lock-screen.

When it comes to the show it’s, you also choose to watch it from the pit. Craving that rush of energy from the crowd plus it’s the best spot to see him from in all his glory. You’re grinning up at him the whole show. Singing the lyrics that by now are a part of your soul as well. Not being able to keep your tears at bay at some parts. “You cried”, is the first thing he says as you two reunite, “That bad?”. “That good”, you mutter back, wrapping your arms around his neck. iii stand up fully, making your legs dangle in the air as he sways you from side to side. “Next time stay backstage”, he muses against your neck, “want to come back between songs and give you a kiss”. You chuckle softly, “You wanted to do that on stage tonight didn’t you?”, because you could swear that man was teetering the line of falling off stage more than once. “What gave me away?”, iii chuckles. “I love you, you little crazy dude”, you shake your head, brushing your fingers through his messy hair.

Yeah, you are in the pit. His side of the stage end of the story. He had told you once that there were shows where he felt forgotten. That people were there for everyone but not him. He was more than aware that he couldn’t go zooming through the stage with his drums but that didn’t mean that he didn’t feel left out at times. So the moment you knew that you were going, you had taken it upon yourself to make a sign. A sign that said: I’m only here for the drummer. All covered in pink glitter and bows because you knew that that would make him roll his eyes.

And you knew that you made the right choice once the girl barricading next to you muttered, “Cool sign”, you chuckled softly, “Thanks, got to show the love”. She simply nodded, asking if she could take a picture of you with it. “I love ii as well, he deserves to know that we see him too”, she smiled, making you smile alongside her. “Let me take a pic of you as well”, you motioned for her to hand her phone over. Falling into a soft conversation after.

You could tell the exact moment ii saw it too. He had halted. Only making you scream louder. Then did his infamous disappointed head tilt before shaking his head no doubt in laughter. ii had stopped and took a moment to get down, throwing some of his drumsticks for the crowd. Shaking a warning finger your way before throwing you one as well. You caught it with ease and almost instantly turned to the girl standing next to you.

“Here, have it”, you pointed the drumstick at her. Her eyes grew big, “No you caught it…”, she shook her head, yet you could see the suppressed excitement there. “Nah”, you waved her off, “trust me. Take this, I already have one at home”, you threw her a wink. Give her a quick hug before turning to find the crew waiting to bring you backstage.

ii was leaning against some of the gearboxes, arms crossed. His serious face morphed into a grin when he saw you skipping towards him as you waved your sign around. “Only, here for the drummer”, he muttered, right as you jumped into his arms. Giggling as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, sorry”, you shook your head, pulling back from him slightly, “everyone else is not up to my taste”. ii chuckled softly, arms moving to cup your ass as he moved your legs to wrap around his torso. “So how was the drummer?”, he asked raising one eyebrow at you. You tapped your chin a couple of times as if pretending to think. “Extremely sexy”, you wiggled your eyebrows making ii let out a laugh, “Played not bad too”, you shrugged, grinning, only to be met by ii fingers tickling your side as you squirmed in his arms. “Not bad, huh”, he muttered against your neck, making you giggle even more. “might have to come a couple more times to make sure he’s good”, you chuckled, leaning your forehead against his. “Well, that could be arranged”, ii nodded, leaning in to kiss you.

Ivy

Ivy had never taken anyone backstage. There has never been anyone in the crowd for him. Just fully for him. So when he’s telling the team that he’s bringing someone with him for the next show he can’t escape the wiggling eyebrows and woops that follow him. So he’s a nervous wreck stopping you right before you enter the green rooms.

“They are insane please don’t run away until the very end”, he whines, eyes pleading as he looks down at you. “Ivy, I’m here for you”, you cup his face, brushing his thumbs over his face. “I know just…”, iv shakes his head. It’s so weird for him to have someone he trusts so unconditionally. Someone he wants to make a part of every single thing in his life. “There could be a giraffe there and still all I care about is seeing you up there tonight”, you shrug trying to lighten his anxiety. “Sorry to disappoint we do not have a giraffe, that’s the venue next to this”, he sighed, yet there it was his infamous grin you had fallen victim to. “Bummer”, you scrunch up your nose before leaning in to chase a couple of fleeting kisses.

You watch him from the pit as well. I mean, that would be an opportunity wasted. He’s grooving the whole show. Pulling all sorts of stunts. Even Vessel joins in pointing towards you before yanking Ivy’s head back for a kiss. Fans scream around but all you can do is laugh at the death glare Ivy shoots at Vessel, who’s laughing to himself as he runs to the other side of the stage.

You’re lounging in one of his jackets when he finally comes backstage. Paint still smudged all over his face. “You look like a raccoon”, you chuckled, standing up to greet him. His arms are around you in an instant, bending you back slightly as he kisses you. “Okay, rockstar, knocking me out of my boots”, you blow a breath out, making him laugh.

“How was it? Tell me I looked hot?”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “How you submitted to Vessel? Yeah, that was sexy”, you smirked back at him, “You recon he would give me tips on how…”, but you don’t get to finish before Ivy’s lips are back on yours, kissing you senseless.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 month ago

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Ok hear me out: marriage proposal by the ST boys?

I got this ask sooooooo much so you lot must be very broody.

Vessel:

I don’t think he would do something flashy. The moment would be just for you and him, probably even in the comfort of your apartment or a nice little Airbnb. He had that ring with him for months. The man was convinced he was gonna propose eventually so he was prepared. The ring custom made from the doodles he scribbled for weeks after you would go to sleep.

He doesn’t want it to feel fake. Disturb the flow of your dynamic so it’s just you two sitting by a pond. The sun is setting. His palms are sweating. But he’s trying to keep his heartbeat as steady as he can. You’re sitting in between his legs, fingers brushing his thighs as you look ahead. That’s what you always loved that easy feeling between you both. Vessel finally leans back slightly, reaching for his jacket. Fingers easily grasped what he was looking for.

“I have something for you”, he says softly, making you look up, “for me? Why?”, you smile, “our anniversary is in a month”. Vessel grins down at you, pressing his lips against your temple, “I don’t need a reason to get you things”, he points out, “Plus it’s not a thing. I wrote something”. Your eyes grow big, “Wait did you and ii finally finish the song?”, your genuine excitement makes Vessel chuckle, “No, it’s something different”.

He hands you the paper. He had written a poem a while back. He knows he couldn’t trust himself in this moment and he wanted it to make sense. He didn’t want to spew some gibberish so he wrote it all down. You unfolded the paper with another glance at Vessel. “Do I need to be scared?”, you chuckl. “I don’t think so”, he mused, pressing his lips against your shoulder and watching you read it.

So here I stand, my soul laid bare, A question woven with love and care: Will you take my hand, my heart, my name, And walk with me through life’s sweet flame?

Forever yours, through all we face,With you, my love is my safe place.

“No”, you mutter under your breath. “No?”, Vessel pulls back slightly, his heart jumping out of his chest. “No, I mean, no”, you look up at him, eyes full of tears. “Hold on, no to what?”, Vessel asked panicked. “Are you doing this now?”, you clasped your hand over your face. “I was trying to but…”, Vessel doesn’t get to finish as you turn, throwing your arms over his neck, sending him tumbling back onto the blanket.

He can feel you crying. The death grip you have on his shirt is an addition to it all. “I’m freaking out”, Vessel admits, “Are you not… you don’t want to get married? I rushed didn’t I?”, he mutters. You pull back, looking at him through the tears filling your eyes. “Of course I want to marry you”, you squeeze his hands, throwing your head back. “You said no?”, “I am panicking if you can’t tell”, you lift your hands showing him your trembling palms. “So will you marry me?”, he asks one more time, he knows the answer. “Yes, one billion, trillion times yes”, you lean in pressing your lips to his. “I will tell the guys that you said no”, Vessel lets out a slight chuckle after finally slipping the ring onto your finger, “I want them to have the same heart attack I just had”.

iii

Can you imagine the grin on his face? I feel you would be able to tell that he is up to no good. But then he does it so many times that you don’t suspect anything specific. Both being music junkies you try to attend as many festivals and events as you both possibly can.

You two have a band that you two bonded over at the start of your relationship. It’s their concert your first date was. And now years later you two still laugh over how awkward that date was but how you would never change it because it had gotten you here. It’s almost nostalgic as you wait for the set to start. Your back is pressed against iii chest, his arms loosely wrapped around you as you both sway to the opening act. His lips occasionally brushing your shoulder.

As the familiar notes of the first song fill the space you can’t help but grin. Looking up at iii, “You’re ready?”, you mutter, knowing that you two were gonna scream your hearts out. He doesn’t respond immediately, watching you for a moment, before muttering a quick, “Look down”. You frown slightly, yet you follow his lead. Your eyes going big at the sight of an open velvet box. You turn in his embrace immediately.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I’m the happiest when I’m…”, iii mused only for you to practically jump into his arms, “yes, yes, oh my god yes”, you squealed. “I didn’t even ask you yet”, he chuckled, “I don’t care, yes”, you nodded vigorously, tears streaming down your face. People clapped around you but all you could do was stare at one another. “Marry me”, he mutters, leaning his forehead against yours. You simply nod, biting your lips as you watch him. “I love you so much”, he mutters, he slipped the ring onto your finger, admiring his handy work.

He often cooked dinner as it was so when ii suggested that you would have your weekly date night at home you didn’t think much of it. You did it quite a lot. At first, just lounging in sweatpants before agreeing that it was still date night so you should get ready even if it was just for the two of you. Now it was a regular thing that happened from time to time.

Just ii was oddly quiet today, his fingers brushing over your palm all night long. “The food was incredible as always”, you mused, basking in the fresh herbal scent that still lingered in the air. “And the flowers and candles”, you pointed out, “you outdid yourself, darling”, you mussed, reaching for his hand, bringing it to your lips before you kissed each of his knuckles.

ii smiled brushing his hand over his face. “You’re probably tired, I’ll clean up”, you pushed your chair ever so slightly and ii instantly stopped you. “I want today to be perfect”, he muttered. You can’t help but let a soft smile paint your lips, “Every day and night with you is perfect”, you reassured him.

“Close your eyes”, ii smiled making you tilt your head slightly. “Just trust me on this one”, he squeezed your palm. “Ii if it’s another kitten, I swear”, you grunted, “Not a kitten”, he chuckled, “Not yet at least”. You waited then. You could hear him fidgeting with something before he took hold of her palm once more. Something hitting your palm. “Take a guess”, he whispered. You frowned slightly turning the object in your hands, “a box?”, “what for?”, ii mused. “It could be anything ii”, you chuckled.

“Okay, well”, you heard the sound of his chair being pushed back, “then you will have to open it and see”. You blink up, gas slipping past your lips as you see him on one knee. “Oh, ii”, you breathe out, hand on your chest. “Ever since iii dropped you off at my lap I knew that I was gonna marry you one day”, you both chuckled at the memory, you softly reaching out to brush a tear falling down his cheek. “You showed what coming home feels like, I know we are not big on labels but I want you to be my forever. Merry me, love”.

Tears streaming down your face you nodded slowly, “In a heartbeat, my love”, you breathed, reaching out for him first, wanting to feel him close. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you. Dessert long forgotten. But then what the fuck was sweeter than love?

Ivy

Look this man is a dog dad. So walks, and hikes are something that you do a lot together. And so he wakes you up at the crack of dawn. Ushering you to get ready because you need to get to the hill he found in time to watch the sunset. He springs you a whole story about some friend who literally couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw it and who are you to deny your boyfriend the joy of a nice view?

Ivy is almost relieved that you fell asleep not even five minutes into the drive because he probably would have accidentally popped the question right there and then. But that doesn’t mean that he’s not whispering a line of, “I’m fucking proposing”, “We will get married”, or “You will be my fucking wife”, as he tries to stay as quiet as possible to not wake you up.

“You’re so full of energy this morning that it’s almost scary”, you mutter still yawning halfway through the hike. “I think it’s the fresh air”, ivy shrugs, “or maybe I’m high on you”, he chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “You’re honestly insane”, you chuckle, taking hold of his hand as you two walk in comfortable silence. The valleys that open up make your excitement grow the higher you climb cause you have to give it to Ivy’s friend the views are deep and breathtaking.

“Fuck that’s pretty”, you gasp as you finally reach the top, the sun just about painting the field golden. “Here, hold Cinnamon for a moment”, Ivy hands you the leash, before bending on one knee as he reaches for his shoe. You genuinely think nothing of it, letting your eyes soak in the beauty of it all.

“Yn”, Ivy calls out, you hum, turning back to him only to find him on one knee, the biggest grin on his face. “You’ve been my greatest adventure so far, showed me what true unconditional love means”, his voice is thick and raspy and you can see the glassy look of tears, “Marry me, love, make me the happiest man alive?”

You stare at him for a moment before a sob slips past your lips and you’re kneeling in the dirt right next to him, arms wrapped around his neck. At this point you both are crying together, laughter threading into the emotions. Cinnamon is barking at your side. Jumping around, clearly confused as to why both of her parents are crying. “You’re out of your mind”, you shake your head, smiling so much your cheeks ache. “Out of my mind in love with you, yes”, he leans forward kissing you softly, “you also haven’t said yes, yet”, “Do you even need me to?”, you chuckle, pressing your forehead to his, “Yes, please cause I’m still panicking”, ivy laughs nervously. “Of course it’s a yes, there’s no other answer possible”, ivy slips the ring onto your finger, hands shaking and your arms are once again wrapped around him as you two stay in one another’s embrace.

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