#the struggles of coming up with something for an album i know next to nothing about

[seaofreverie]

I FINALLY have a drawing idea for ingmar bergman day aough

[queenie-ofthe-void]

“Led Zeppelin? Never heard of them,” Steve lies, like a liar. Of course he’s heard of them, thinks maybe Hop’s mentioned them before. Doesn’t really know the band well, and probably definitely couldn’t name a song. But the comment serves its purpose, and the trap is set.

Eddie calls it the Zep Campaign. Every day they’ll listen to one album, and Steve will pick his favorite song from each. Eight days for eight albums. On the last day, they’ll narrow it down to one song to rule them all– because apparently even Led Zeppelin likes the Mordor books Dustin doesn’t shut up about. 

Each day, Steve struggles to pick a favorite. Day four isn’t bad– doesn’t mind a song that is actually called Rock and Roll, which is just a lazy title in his opinion– but they’re only half way through and the songs are all starting to sound the same. An endless stream of too-fast guitar melodies and weird, wobbly sounds he’s sure he’s never heard before. The vocals are his favorite part, but the lyrics are vague and confusing.

Long story short, he’s not a fan.

But this growing thing between him and this ridiculous metalhead is new, fragile. So if it’s important to Eddie, it’s important to Steve. 

“Stevie, we really don’t have to keep doing this,” Eddie concedes. It’s day eight, the final album, and he thinks even Eddie might be desperate to listen to something different. “You’ve listened to every other album and honestly this one is the worst. They were all on drugs, and this isn’t even their sound ya know? Like it’s not even real metal.”

And honestly, Steve does know. He’s been listening to this band for eight days and yeah, all the songs sound the same. But these ones are different. Softer. He’s made it this far, and he’s nothing if not persistent for the people he loves.

Sprawled out on the floor next to the boy he likes, passing a fading joint back and forth, he thinks he can suffer a bit longer.��

“No Eds come on, we’re halfway through anyways. Just flip it over and we’ll smoke while we finish.” Eddie huffs a sigh, but Steve can see the slight uptick of his lips, reminding him of why he’s doing this. He flips the record and crawls back, presses himself flush up against Steve’s side.

The next song is long, too long to keep his attention. They burn down their joint and Steve leans heavily onto Eddie’s open chest. He gets lost staring at the vinyl art. A guy dressed in a fancy white suit sits alone in a dive bar, the only splash of color against a dull background. The bartender looks gruff, like the rest of the bar, making the man stand out even more. He wonders if that’s how he looks posted up at the Hideout during Eddie’s shows. Wonders if he looks just as out of place in Eddie’s life as this man does, even though he looks comfortable there too. 

Eddie shifts his arms around Steve, bringing him back to the present. The song has changed and Steve feels the slow melody wash over him.

“Wait,” Steve cries out, flailing up and out of Eddie’s arms as he registers the new song. It’s soft with a steady beat. It’s got synth-- the sound Eddie told him he likes in pop music. This song isn’t loud and chaotic like the rest. The voice is soothing and the lyrics are mostly simple enough. It’s different, and he can’t believe it but–

All of my love, all of my love

all of my love to you, oh

“This one. I like this song. Like actually like it.”

Eddie sits up and stares at him. He can see the dramatic shock and annoyance on Eddie’s face. But it’s doing nothing to hide his broad smile and shining eyes. 

“Steven. Stevie. Baby, sweetheart, this absolutely cannot be your favorite Zeppelin song. Out of all the songs on all the albums and all the hours of poetic melodies I’ve forced upon you, you choose the most non-Zep Zeppelin song.” Steve laughs sweetly as he watches Eddie fail to keep the glee out of his supposedly annoyed voice.

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again

One voice is clear above the din

“This song isn’t even metall!" Eddie screeches. He rants and raves, waiving his arms as he regales Steve with all of the reasons he should absolutely not like this one particular song. He's shining with happiness, dial turned up to a hundred and it's all aimed at Steve. He can't help but to gaze back fondly, enraptured in the adorably obnoxious spectacle.

"It’s all synth, almost no guitar because Page didn’t even write this one! He wrote all of them except two songs, Stevie, and of course that’s the one you chose. No one who knows good music even likes this album. It’s not even metal music and honestly I almost didn’t show it to you, that’s how bad it is!” They're both giggling, leaning falling slowly into the other's space. Facing one another, their feet tangled together, Steve twists and pulls on Eddie's rings. Just to touch.

“Well, maybe that’s why I like it,” Steve snarks, taking his hand. “Plus it’s a love song.” Daring to reach out.

All of my love, all of my love, yes

All of my love to you

Eddie’s smile dims a bit, softens at the edges as he grows serious. “It’s not a love song Stevie, not like that.” He’s looking at Steve but he isn’t. Looking past him into the back of his thoughts. “The lead singer, he wrote it for his son. His kid died of some kind of bad illness while he was on tour. Didn’t make it back in time.”

He pauses, and Steve waits. Knows Eddie has more to say, hoping his patience will pay off. Eddie’s sight refocuses and he heaves a heavy sigh. His eyes glisten as they lock onto Steve.  

“My mom used to sing it all the time. While she was cooking, or putting me to bed, or pulling weeds in the garden. She’d sing it constantly. Hell, she didn’t even know all the words, but she’d still try and sing the interludes– ya know, the music between the lyrics.” He laughs lightly, a stray tear just barely hanging on. Steve tightens his grip around Eddie’s hands and presses a kiss to his knuckles. A silent sign of gentle support and encouragement. 

“Sounds like a love song to me,” Steve whispers. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to his forehead and pulls Eddie into a tight hug. 

All of my love, all of my love, to you now

“A love song just for you, from both of us.”

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I've always headcanoned that Eddie loves Led Zeppelin, because he plays guitar and loves metal and reads Lord of the Rings so of course he would.

[inkmonster21]

Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: smut (oral male receiving)

Part 01

Short n’ Sweet Masterlist

I Can Scratch His Back But He Can Claw Mine

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The next day at a table read, Ryan bursts through the door. “Hey, Jackass!” Hugh looks up from the script he's been reviewing, his expression going from surprised to amused as he sees Ryan strut into the room, his finger pointed right at him.

"Good morning to you too, Ryan," Hugh replies, a lopsided smile creeping across his face. "What's got you all riled up this early in the morning?"

“Oh, I’ll fucking show you.” Ryan pulls out his phone and shows Hugh. The screen shows the pictures of you and Hugh as he picked you up from the studio last night.

Hugh's eyes widen as he sees the pictures displayed on Ryan's phone. His heart sinks into his stomach as he realizes that their secret is out. But he quickly regains his composure, feigning nonchalance. "Ah, so you've seen those, huh?" he says, trying to sound casual.

Ryan’s eyes widen. “Why the hell are you picking my baby sister up from the studio, Hugh?” Hugh had to hold back. You were not a child, certainly NOT a baby.

Hugh sighs, his feelings were strong, and if it worked out, Ryan would have to get use to it. He would have to tell him, just not now. He runs a hand through his hair, stalling for time as he tries to come up with a believable explanation.

"It's not what it looks like, Ryan," he says, meeting his gaze. "I was in the area, she needed a ride, that's all, bud."

Ryan looks Hugh up and down with suspicion. Hugh sits there, trying to maintain his cool composure. He knows that Ryan is trying to get a read on him, trying to see if he's telling the truth.

"I swear, Ryan, it was just a friendly favor, nothing more," he insists, holding his hands up in defense. "I didn't realize the paparazzi were around. I don't want to cause any trouble, you know that." Ryan nods understanding. “Okay, I might have overreacted.” Ryan points a finger at Hugh again. “But only friendly favors. Got it? That’s my baby sister, man!”

Hugh nods, a genuine smile appearing on his face. He respects Ryan for being protective of you, and he knows that he needs to tread carefully. "I hear you loud and clear. No need to worry. I would never want to hurt her or disrespect her, okay? I promise I'll be a perfect gentleman."

Hugh can sense the brief flicker of hesitation in Ryan's eyes, but he chooses not to say anything about it. Instead, he watches as Ryan takes his seat, his body language conveying a hint of unease. “Fine, but one word of unfriendly advances, and I will hit you. For real.” Hugh holds up his hands in surrender, a small smile on his lips.

“I understand where you're coming from, and I respect that you're looking out for your sister. You have my word. I will treat her with the utmost respect."

He glanced over at Ryan, who still seemed to be mulling over everything, his expression thoughtful. Hugh knew that they would have to be careful from now on, to keep their relationship a secret for a while longer.

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As you walk the carpet at the 35th Annual Music Appreciation Awards, a flurry of cameras and reporters surround you, eager for a few words and a photo. Despite the attention, your gaze keeps wandering in one direction – towards Hugh.

Meanwhile, he stands a few steps away, looking just as impeccable as always. However, it’s clear that his eyes are also constantly drawn towards you, and he’s struggling to keep his gaze off of you.

As a reporter approaches and positions themselves in front of you, their microphone poised and ready for the interview, they ask eagerly, "So, we've heard you're working on a new album – any teasers you can give us?"

You smile, used to the usual questions about your upcoming music, and respond with confidence, "Well, I can’t reveal too much just yet, but I can assure you, it’s going to be something special. I found some new inspiration.” You smirk at her.

The reporter nods, jotting down notes on a small pad as they probe further. "Any collaborations we should be excited about?"

You take a moment to think, your eyes briefly flitting over to Hugh before returning to the reporter. "No one planned yet, but I would be super excited to see a potential collaboration with a few artists," you reply mysteriously, maintaining a hint of intrigue in your voice.

While you were engaged in your own interview, Hugh was standing a few steps away, surrounded by cameras and journalists. He fielded questions with his usual charisma and charm, his responses articulate and engaging.

However, his gaze kept drifting towards you, his eyes often lingering on your face as he answered questions.

The interviewer couldn’t help but notice Hugh’s fleeting glances in your direction, and chuckled softly before making a comment, "She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she?"

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Hugh’s mouth, and he nodded in agreement, his response sincere, "She is, indeed. Absolutely gorgeous."

As you prepare for the upcoming performance, excitement and nerves mix in your stomach. You're one of many artists performing tonight. You smile slyly as you read the edited lyrics on your phone. You've made a small change to the outro of one of your songs, planning to playfully hint at your newfound situationship with Hugh. Although some may suspect, only Hugh will fully understand the hidden meaning behind the altered words.

As you're getting fitted with a microphone, you notice Hugh sneaking behind the curtain, his eyes meeting yours as a smile spreads across his face. Your heart skips a beat as you see him approaching, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation.

Unaware of your real relationship, the others around pay no mind to the interaction between you and Hugh as you stand close together. To them, it simply looks like two friends casually talking. They don't notice the subtle touches or secret smiles you exchange, which only adds to the thrill of your secret affair.

As Hugh stands next to you, his hand subtly slides to the small of your back, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers delicately, his low voice filled with tenderness, "You're going to be amazing."

You wink at him, “Then you better get to your seat so you don’t miss the show.” Hugh grins at your charming reply, his eyes sparkling with affection and admiration. He gives you a nod, a hint of excitement in his voice as he teases, "I wouldn't dream of missing it. I'll be right there, can't wait to see you shine."

Unable to kiss him, you send a subtle but affectionate gesture of affection by blowing him a kiss instead. The brief but meaningful act is the closest you can get to physically expressing your love for him right in that moment.

The buzz of excitement in the air heightens as the current performance comes to an end and the speaker steps out to introduce you. A wave of anticipation washes over you as the spotlight slowly moves onto your location backstage.

You take your place, standing on the designated mark wearing those high-heeled boots and a shimmering, eye-catching outfit. You look every bit the part of a sparkling, captivating pop star who is ready to take the stage.

As the curtains part and the music starts playing, you come alive on the stage. The adrenaline rush of performing in front of an audience fills you with a passion that is unmistakable and contagious. Every move, every note, and every dance step is executed with a love and enthusiasm that is impossible to ignore.

As the final song draws nearer to its conclusion, you spot Hugh in the sea of faces in the audience. A grin flashes across your face as you sing the altered lyrics, the spicy undertones of the new and improved ending meant only for him.

Your voice rings out clearly through the speakers, each word carrying a hint of playfulness and affection, specifically aimed at Hugh.

"I can scratch his back but he can claw mine,

Keeps me like a dog, he’s always behind,

Ages just like wine, so fuckin’ fine,

I love you guys so much, I’ll see you next time!"

As you sing the explicit lyrics, the camera pans across the crowd and captures Hugh’s reaction. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, the explicit lyrics and the knowing smile on your face clearly leave an impression on him. It's obvious to anyone watching that the song was meant for him, and his almost getting caught by the camera only adds to the thrill of the performance.

You wave and blow a kiss to the audience, receiving applause and cheers in return. As you step off the stage, the adrenaline of the performance still coursing through your veins, you can’t shake the feeling of excitement and satisfaction that comes with having just delivered a killer performance.

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The next day, the video to your performance spread like wildfire on social media. Hugh’s reaction to the lyrics became a viral sensation, spawning countless memes and jokes. The internet buzzes with speculation and discussion surrounding the meaning behind your lyrics, although Hugh and you know the true meaning behind them.

Your phone rings, jolting you awake from your sleep. You groggily reach out and grab it, seeing Ryan’s name flash on the screen.

“Hello?” You say softly. Ryan’s voice comes through the phone in a rush of words. “What the hell were those lyrics you sang last night?" You try to remain innocent and composed. “What do you mean?”

Ryan huffs in annoyance. He’s not an idiot. "You know what I mean. The lyrics you decided to ad-lib and sing during the show last night. The ones about 'claws and fine wine.' Who the hell was that about?" “You know I change the outro every once in awhile.” You remain innocent.

Ryan rolls his eyes at your innocent act, not buying it for a second. "Oh, come on," he exclaims. "You can’t expect me to believe that you were not talking about Hugh. Claws and aging like a god!” Ryan continues his rant, his voice growing more and more annoyed as he goes on. “You’re too young for him,” he says, his voice firm. “Besides, men his age just want one thing from girls as young as you.”

You blew up at his words knowing Hugh is the exact opposite. “God Ryan. It was just a song lyric. Don’t read so much into it.” Ryan is taken aback by the sharpness in your voice, realizing he’s definitely touched a nerve with his words. However, he’s not quite ready to back down just yet.

“Just a song lyric, huh?” He says, his voice filled with skepticism. “You’re telling me you have no feelings whatsoever for Hugh?”

You stammer over your words next. “Not… real ones. He’s hot. You can’t blame me for being attracted to him.” He can’t argue with your reasoning; Hugh Jackman is objectively a gorgeous man, and it’s natural that you would be attracted to him.

"Fine,” he says, his voice gruff. “You think he’s attractive. I can’t blame you for that. But you need to be careful. Your names are everywhere this morning.”

You roll your eyes at his words. “Than you’re welcome for the publicity.” Ryan sighs, realizing he’s fighting a losing battle. "Just be careful, alright? Don’t let this rumor with get out of hand.”

Ryan is still blissfully unaware of what’s really going on between you and Hugh. He sighs again, sensing that you’re hiding something from him.

"Just keep your head straight, okay?" he says, his voice laced with concern. "This whole thing could damage your image.” You scoff at his words. “I think I know what I’m doing with my career, Ryan.” You say in a sharp tone and hang up.

Ryan’s jaw drops open in disbelief as you abruptly hang up on him. He’s not used to you speaking to him like that, and he can’t help but feel a mix of annoyance and concern. He shakes his head and mutters under his breath, “girls…can’t live with them, can’t live without them."

“What, honey?” Blake asks as she walked behind Ryan. Ryan turns to Blake and sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "My stubborn sister,” he says, his voice filled with annoyance. "I just tried calling her to ask what was going on between her and Hugh, and she completely blew me off." Blake raises an eyebrow, surprised by Ryan’s reaction.

"She’s probably just tired or stressed,” she says, trying to soothe his frustration. “She’s been working really hard lately. Maybe she just needs some space.” Ryan scoffs, “space from me? She’s never needed space from me. I’m her big brother.”

Blake rolls her eyes at Ryan’s overprotective attitude. "You need to relax, Ryan,” she says, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She is a grown woman now, and she’s allowed to have her own life. Just because you’re her big brother doesn’t mean you have a right to know everything she does. Hugh told you there was nothing inappropriate going on. Just leave it alone.”

Blake’s words resonate with him, and he sighes, knowing she’s right. He’s been acting like a protective older brother, but she is a grown woman now. She deserves her privacy and autonomy, even if it’s hard for him to let go.

Blake does smile at the thought before muttering under her breath. “They would be cute together though.” She walks into their kitchen getting ready to prep the kids breakfast. Ryan turns to look at Blake with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. He hadn’t been expecting her to say that, and he can’t help but be taken aback by her words. “You’re not helping.”

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You’re shopping when your phone rings. Megan pulls it out of your purse and looks at the name. Your hopes rise. Maybe it was Hugh. She passes it to you, “it’s Blake.”

You feel a pang of disappointment when you see that it’s not Hugh’s name on the caller ID, but your spirits lift when you realize it’s Blake. You take the phone from Megan and bring it up to your ear, feeling curious about why she’s calling.

“Hello, hello.” You say with a smile. You loved your sister in law dearly. Thankful you had someone to help you beat Ryan up.

Blake’s cheerful voice comes through the phone, warm and friendly as always. You can hear the smile in her voice as she greets you. "Hey! How are you doing?"

“Good. Tired and running on pure adrenaline, and crumb cookie, but I’m still here.” Blake laughs at your description of your current state, amused by your honesty and the touch of hyperbole.

"Oh, gosh," she says, her voice filled with warm understanding. "That sounds like a recipe for collapse. You’re doing too much, sweetie."

“I know right.” You agree as you walk out do the shop. Your assistant, Megan, right behind you.

Some girls gasp as you turn the corner. “Can we get a picture?!” They asked in a rushed voice. Both girls so excited to see you.

“Of course.” You drop the phone and smile with the two girls as they take a selfie with you. You wave as they leave in an excited wave. “Sorry. Got caught by some fans.”

Blake chuckles at the sound of the fans’ excited squeals and your cheerful responses. It’s moments like these that remind her of how far you’ve come since your days of singing at family get-togethers. She can’t help but feel a sense of pride at your success.

"No worries, sweetie," she says, her voice still filled with warmth. "It sounds like you’ve got quite the fan club following you. I remember when your version of ‘Frosty the Snowman’ used to be the highlight of our family gatherings."

You roll your eyes at the memory. “I still need to find that tape and burn it.” *Blake laughs heartily at your response, amused by your continued embarrassment over the memory of your childhood Christmas performances.*

"Oh, come now," she teases, her tone lighthearted. "Those tapes are pure gold. Plus, Ryan would never allow us to destroy them. Imagine the blackmail potential he has planned." You laugh with a smirk. Your own blackmail in your back pocket. “And I still have his green lantern test photos.”

Blake gasps in surprise, both surprised and amused by your revelation. She hadn’t expected you to have any dirt on Ryan, but the thought of you having blackmail material on your big brother definitely amused her.

"Oh, you sneaky little thing,” she exclaims, her voice filled with laughter. "I had no idea you had a secret weapon up your sleeve. Those green lantern test photos could be quite the leverage." “Oh I have plenty more. It’s just a little warning for him to not fuck with me.”

Blake shakes her head in amusement, imagining the look on Ryan's face if you ever decided to reveal your secret stash of blackmail material. She can't help but feel proud of you for having such leverage over your overprotective big brother.

"Speaking of him. The kids and I were heading over to the studio to grab lunch with him. You want to come along?” The offer warms your heart. If Ryan was there… Hugh would be too. “I’d love to!”

Blake's voice fills with joy as she hears your eagerness to join them. "Fantastic!" she exclaims, her tone filled with warmth. "The kids will be thrilled."

Megan drops you off at the lot. You show yourself to the studio room, and see Blake, Ryan, Hugh, and the kids.

The kids squeal with excitement as they spot you entering the studio room. They immediately break away from their parents and run towards you, calling out to you with big smiles on their faces.

Blake, Ryan, and Hugh all turn to see what the commotion is about, and their faces light up when they see you too.

Hugh can’t help but break out into a broad smile as soon as he sees you walk in. The sight of you always fills him with a mix of joy and desire, and he feels a small flutter of excitement in his chest.

Inez, the sweet and affectionate little girl, rushes up to you with her arms outstretched. She wraps them around your waist, giving you a tight hug. Her eyes light up with excitement, and a wide smile spreads across her face as she squeezes you. “See dad! I told you she was coming!”

Hugh chuckles at Inez's enthusiasm, looking amused at her excitement. He glances over at Ryan, who can't help but roll his eyes at his daughter's comment. "Well, I guess you were right, Inez," Hugh says with a smile. "Looks like your prediction came true."

You can’t help but meet his face with a wide smile. Hugh smiles back at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. He can’t help but feel a pang of desire as he gazes at you, especially after the last night together. But he quickly composes himself, hoping the others can’t notice the heat that’s suddenly coursing through him.

James, the observant little girl, watches Hugh’s eyes linger on you with a small smile on her face. She can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as she imagines the two of you together, like the romance scenes she sees in her favorite Disney movies. Her imagination runs wild with thoughts of grand gestures and fairytale endings.

As you hold Inez in your arms, she clings to you with a smile on her face. She giggles and babbles as you make your way to the table where the rest of the group is seated. Blake and Ryan greet you with warm smiles, and Hugh can’t help but watch your every move with a mix of admiration and desire.

You take the seat next to Hugh. “Hey stranger.” Hugh chuckles at your greeting, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey yourself," he responds, his voice warm and friendly. "You’ve been hard to get ahold of lately." You shrug playing into his false words, “I told you, I stay busy. The pop star life is very demanding.”

Hugh nods in understanding, a mix of amusement and admiration in his eyes as he looks at you. "Yeah, tell me about it," Ryan says, his tone a little playful. "Too busy even for me. I thought I was on your priority list." You smile at your brother, “you wish.”

Ryan rolls his eyes and shakes his head, amused by your witty response. But there’s a hint of playfulness in his tone as he replies. "Hey, I deserve to be at the top of that list," he says, feigning hurt.

Hugh and Blake smile at your exchange with Ryan, knowing that despite the banter, there’s a strong love and bond between siblings. They watch as Ryan continues to playfully pout, clearly enjoying his moment of mock wounded pride.

As lunch was served, the group digs in with relish. The food is delicious, and everyone starts enjoying their meal. The conversation flows easily, a mix of laughter and chatter filling the air.

Your hand casually moves across the table and lands lightly on Hugh's thigh, a subtle gesture that goes unnoticed by others around you. As your fingers squeeze gently, the suggestive touch leaves no doubt about your intentions.

He manages to compose himself, trying to keep his reaction hidden from the others. But on the inside, he can't help but feel a rush of desire and excitement at your touch.

Hugh's mind drifts to the memory of the previous night, the feel of your body pressed against his and the taste of your lips on his skin. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the memories and your proximity making it difficult to keep his desire in check.

Ryan looks to Hugh a he shifts, your remove your hand. “You alright, buddy?” Ryan asks Hugh. You turn to Hugh in fake concern.

*Hugh swallows hard, trying to maintain his cool exterior as he meets Ryan's gaze. He forces a casual smile and nods.*

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just have a bit of a stomach ache," he says, the lie slipping through his lips. The truth is, he's all too aware of your touch and the effect it's had on him. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, and he silently prays that none of the others notice the effect you have on him.

Ryan looks at Hugh with a hint of skepticism, unsure whether to believe the stomach ache excuse. "You look a little flushed. If you need to go lie down, we can cover for you."

Hugh shakes his head quickly, the thought of being away from you for even a moment not an option in his mind.

"No, no. I'm fine, really," he insists, his voice a bit strained. "I don't want to leave you guys." He glances at you for a moment, the connection between you making it difficult to maintain his composure.

Blake shakes her head. “No, Hugh. If you’re feeling ill go lay down. You’ve been working yourself too hard.” Blake looks to you as she speaks your name. “She’ll make sure you get to your trailer.”

Hugh hesitates for a moment, torn between the desire to stay and the desire to be alone with you. He glances at you again, silently weighing his options. He knows that if he stays, he'll be unable to keep his growing desire in check. Especially if you keep your sneaky hands going on their endless exploration.

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking at you with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. You place a hand on his shoulder. “Of course we’re sure. You need to do what’s best for your body.” Hugh takes a deep breath, the feel of your hand on his shoulder sending a shiver down his spine. "Alright," he finally concedes, rising from his seat. "I'll go lie down for a bit." You stand as well, smiling at Ryan and Blake. “I’ll be right back.”

Ryan looks at you, about to object, but Blake's firm yet calming gesture quiets him. He trusts her judgment, even if he still has his reservations about you and Hugh being alone together.

As soon as your away from their prying eyes you latch onto Hugh’s arm with a giggle. Hugh glances over at you with a grin, the feel of your hands grasping his arm sending a jolt of excitement through his body. He leans in close to you, his voice a low whisper. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asks, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Forcing you to act like a teenager and sneak around with me? Absolutely.” You smirk, his trailer coming into view. Hugh laughs at your comment, the sound of your voice making his heart flutter. As you reach his trailer, he unlocks the door and ushers you inside.

"You know, you're going to get us into trouble one day," he teases, his tone filled with a mix of desire and excitement. As soon as the door closes behind you, Hugh wastes no time in pinning you against the wall. His body presses against yours, and his hands roam over your curves, feeling the heat emanating from your body.

"You have no idea the effect you have on me," he growls in your ear, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck.

You trail your hand down to his middle feeling the undeniable hardened member behind his pants. “Oh, I think I do.”

Hugh lets out a low moan as your hand makes its way to his groin, confirming his arousal. He is tenses, his body responding to your touch. His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer against him. "You're driving me crazy," he whispers, his voice a rough husk of desire. "I can barely keep myself together when you're around."

You push Hugh away, he steps back, surprised by your sudden push. He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and desire, his eyes dark with want. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice betraying a hint of frustration and arousal.

You smirk, “nothing at all.” You push him to sit on the couch in the trailer. You sit on your knees between his legs, his eyes widening as you settle between them, your actions sending a thrill through his body. He watches you with a mixture of surprise and anticipation, his breathing quickening as he imagines what you have in mind.

With confident hands, you unbuckled his belt, your fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of his pants. The sound of the zipper was like a promise of pleasure to come. As you pulled down his pants and boxers, his thick, erect cock sprang free, straining towards you.

You gazed up at Hugh, your eyes sparkling with desire through your lashes. "May I?" you asked, your voice hoarse with anticipation.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Please."

You leaned forward, your tongue darting out to tease the tip of his cock. You savored the taste of him, the salty sweetness driving you wild. With one hand, you cupped his balls, massaging them gently as your mouth descended, taking him in.

Hugh's hands gripped the sofa cushions, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain control. "Fuck, that's incredible," he groaned.

Your lips and tongue worked in unison, sliding up and down his length, sucking and swirling, taking him deeper with each stroke. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, a sign of his impending release.

"Oh God, you're amazing," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'm not going to last much longer."

You increased your pace, your hand stroking the base of his shaft as your mouth worked feverishly. You wanted to taste his cum, to feel his release on your tongue.

With a guttural groan, Hugh's hips thrust forward, his cock pulsating as he exploded in your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, relishing the warmth of his seed, the taste of his pleasure.

He sank back onto the sofa, his eyes closed as he savored the aftermath of his orgasm. You sat back on your heels, a satisfied smile on your face, knowing you had given him an experience he wouldn't soon forget.

You rest your head on his thigh and smile up at him, “feeling better?” Hugh laughs lightly, reaching down to run his fingers through your hair. "Much better," he replies, his voice tinged with a touch of amusement. "Thanks to you, and that mouth of yours."

As you stand, you can't help but feel a pang of reluctance. You know that your time with Hugh must come to an end, and you also know that you'll have to return to Ryan soon. However, you try to push the feeling aside, wanting to savor the moment with Hugh for as long as possible.

Despite knowing that your time together was coming to an end, Hugh reaches out to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close for a final, passionate kiss.

His lips move tenderly but firmly against yours, conveying a mixture of love and desire. As the kiss deepens, he reluctantly pulls away, their foreheads resting together for a few moments.

As a slightly teasing grin spreads across his face, Hugh reminds you, "Don’t forget about our dinner on Friday."

He can’t help the hint of excitement in his voice as he reminds you of the date you’ve both been looking forward to for so long. The prospect of a night alone together, without any need to hide or sneak around, excites him.

A sly smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you assure him, "Oh, I’ll definitely remember, don’t worry."

You hold his gaze, a hint of mischief sparkling in your eyes. The thought of your upcoming date fills you with excitement and anticipation, and you know it’s written all over your face.

As you reach the trailer door, you turn to Hugh with a playful smirk on your face. "You better call me later," you tease, your tone light but with a hint of command.

You want to hear his voice, to continue the warmth and intimate feeling of your night together. Although you don’t want to say goodbye, you know you have to.

Hugh grins at your question, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he nods in agreement. "You can count on it," he replies with a warm smile.

He watches as you move towards the door, his eyes following your every move. The thought of the promised phone call later both excites him and serves as a reassurance that your connection will continue even after parting ways.

You just had to wait for Friday.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Moving In ~ MYG

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, yoongi trying to make himself known in her apartment, making space for each other, cute, fluffy,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

When things of Yoongi's started to appear around your apartment you thought nothing of it, that maybe he'd just forgotten a couple of his things and that he would just come and get them the next time he spent the night. But as time went on and the more your relationship with each other developed you began to notice that more things were being left behind in your apartment. It started with a couple pairs of his boxers that he'd left on the weekend and then it slowly escalated into hoodies and t-shirts that you would find in your room after he left.

Not that you ever had a problem with any of it, you got to keep your boyfriend's clothes at your place and have the smell of him around but as time grew on you began to notice the ulterior motive behind his actions and the thought alone was enough to make you smirk about it all. Yoongi and yourself had been in a relationship for almost four years and the two of you hadn't moved in together yet since you'd both been so busy with your own careers you'd never found the time to ask one another or even to just move in. The last few weeks were the final penny-dropping for you though, last weekend when Yoongi had stayed over he'd been dropping hints that his lease was coming to an end and he didn't know what he was going to do. He was struggling to decide whether or not to move into a "new place" or to renew his lease with his current landlord. It didn't take a genius to work out what he was really hinting at with that line of conversation but you'd played dumb and told him that it was all down to him. Though as soon as he'd gone home on the Sunday night you'd already started to make room for him in your place, clearing out some of your wardrobe as well as some of the drawers that you had. You'd put a bunch of stuff into storage and then begin to make more room around the apartment for his other items until you were finally happy enough with how it was looking.

"I've got a surprise," You told Yoongi as he finished eating the meal you'd cooked for the two of you tonight. It was Friday night which meant whenever he finished work he would come over and get ready to spend the entire weekend with you, just the two of you with little to no distractions getting in the way.

"You do? More of a surprise than cooking me my favourite meal?" He rubbed his stomach a little, feeling completely full from what you'd done for him and a little spoiled he was honest. He'd never expected to come to yours after both of you had a long day at work and you have cooked his favourite meal. Come to think of it, most of the night his favourite things had been happening.

Not only had you cooked his favourite meal but you'd had his favourite album playing in the background while you ate, you were wearing his favourite outfit and your hair was even styled the way he adored it on you. It was all starting to make him blush as he thought more about it, you'd done all of this for him and he was beginning to worry he'd missed an anniversary or something. 

"Did I forget our anniversary?" His voice cracked a little making you giggle as you slowly got up from the dining table and shook your head at him. Your anniversary wasn't for another four months yet so he had nothing to worry about on that aspect. You just hoped he was going to enjoy this kind of surprise and that you weren't reading the signs wrong,

"No, baby, you're fine." You promised him before taking his hand in yours and slowly pulling him through the double doors and toward your staircase his eyes on yours as you walked backwards. You knew your home like the back of your hand and you knew how to get around even if you were blindfolded but that didn't stop Yoongi from watching everything behind you to make sure you weren't going to trip or bump into anything.

"Did you paint your room?" He chuckled trying to take a guess on what it was you could have to surprise him with. You smirked at him as you reached the bedroom door, pausing as you stared at him and held your hand on the door handle. 

"No, but we can if you want to." You suggested, before slowly turning the door knob and opening it up. Yoongi stared around the room in silence for a couple of seconds before frowning, nothing looked different.

"I'm not sure what's different-" He tried to speak but you smirked, you knew he would never be able to guess from just looking inside the bedroom so you let go of his hand and made your way toward your closet.

"Here," You giggled opening the wardrobe doors for him to take a look inside, his heart thumping when he saw there was no room for his stuff with clothes he'd already left behind hanging up.

"I made space for you, you're not as sneaky as you think you are." You winked at him, his cheeks starting to turn bright red as his whole body burnt up. You'd realised what he was doing?

"Yn-" He bit down on his lip as he realised you'd caught onto what he'd been hinting at for a few weeks now and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry about it.

"I also made room in the bathroom and in the kitchen cabinets..." You looked at him, hoping he knew where you were going with this but he was already blushing and staring at you. He didn't want to assume that you were asking him to move in, he wanted to hear the words come straight from your mouth.

"Min Yoongi, will you officially move in with me?" You questioned, your eyes finding his as he suddenly wrapped his arms around your midsection and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"I would be honoured Yn," He whined before kissing you deeply, your hands falling into his black hair as you pulled him closer to you. Your heart racing against your chest as you held onto him, it was the first time you'd have been moving in with someone and it was safe to say you were nervous but excited about it all at the same time.

"So I wasn't slick then?" He questioned as you pulled away from one another, his clothes hanging in the wardrobe with plenty of space for more of his stuff in the future.

"Not at all. I caught on as soon as you started leaving more and more around here." You giggled, your body flaming as he stared at you and whined a little.

"Once you've moved in we can decide on changing things up. If you want to." You suggested for him, his arms wrapping around your waist as he walked you toward the bed gently laying you down before he began peppering you with kisses. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you as you made out softly on your - now shared - bed.

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[hotties4gojo]

any headcanons for the jjk characters as partners and general headcanons that you have for them too??? :33

oooh ur unleashing the beast with this one… i have sooo many but I’ll try to be tame (no promises) (spoiler: I was not tame)

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, shoko ieiri, yuki tsukumo

satoru gojo:

• I don’t think he’s a fuckboy or player tbh. he’s a lover boy but you have to dig a little deep to even unveil that side of him… he’s cautious about getting into relationships in the first place. he has to know you for a while and really bond with you before even thinking of pursuing something with you. plus satoru’s an everything man and doesn’t want what they have to be something half-assed, artificial. he wants to give all of himself to you and vice versa and he needs to know that he’s enough for you to stay

• super affectionate!! aside from the obvious (constantly hugging you, hanging off of your shoulders, smothering you in kisses wherever and whenever he can, etc.), he shows his adoration for you in other ways. if they’re out and your hands are cold, he’ll intertwine their fingers and stuff their joined hands into one of his pockets. buys you new flowers every week but will purchase more sooner if he notices that they’re wilting in your vase. stamps syrupy sweet, cheesy sticky notes on your clothes and bags. randomly calls you in the middle of the day just to tell you he loves you. etc.

• tbh he really really really loves being the little spoon— there’s nothing better than you holding him with all the care in the world at the end of the day, your breaths puffing against the short hairs of his undercut, your arm around his waist. satoru also really loves cuddling positions where he can rest his head on your chest

• no matter what he’s doing (talking to the higher-ups, teaching, etc.), if you text him, satoru will stop everything just to check his phone and answer you. he screenshots his favorite conversations with you and keeps them saved in an album

• always matches your energy. aaand he subconsciously mirrors bits of you; like squeezing things that you say regularly into his vocabulary

• very early on in your relationship with satoru, you learn that hugging him from behind is dangerous (not really). one day he’s sitting on the couch and you hug him from behind, not expecting him to reach back without looking and physically flip you over the fawking couch so that you land on his lap with your back against his chest, alllll so that he could hold you. you make a note to yourself to never do that again

• when you’re mad at him, he’ll playfully annoy the shit out of you to break down your walls until you’re struggling to not laugh. satoru considers this to be a win, believing that things are now water under the bridge. however if you’re mad at him for something pretty serious, he’ll bring it up a few minutes after he’s gotten you into a better mood and apologizes in his own way, then hears you out as you air out all of your grievances. satoru listens much more intently than you think he is and strives to do better

• if satoru notices that you like something (and he always notices), prepare to get an abundance of whatever it is. you like candles? you come back home and he’s bought out half of bath and body works’ stock. there’s a book series that you love? he buys the full collectors edition AND somehow gets a signature from the author for you

• sometimes you say something sweet to him and he feigns ignorance just to hear it again. “what?” “I said (blank)” “no I heard you the first time 🥰 awww you’re sweet on lil’ ol’ me?”

• tries to act like he’s not squeamish with certain things but ends up making it obvious as fuck. if you throw up, he’s dry heaving and/or throwing up right next to you. dramatic as hell man…

other characters under the cut!!

suguru geto:

• if you ask suguru for help with something, he’s all in. will explain everything patiently and in great depth, which is usually pretty helpful— unless he needs to explain something ELSE beforehand and then y’all end up talking about 7292849 subjects. he’s extremely well-read and knowledgeable in many aspects and he wants to share everything he knows with you

• enjoys texts and calls with you but sliiiighrly prefers texts, just because he likes having physical evidence of their conversations so he can go back and read them from time to time, a private smile on his face the entire time. he really likes handwritten notes from you and letters as well + will do the same for you; thinks it’s very romantic

• and though he does slightly prefer texts, best believe that he eats up every voice message you leave him and will actively encourage you to send him more. suguru saves all of them so that he can listen to recordings of your voice when you’re not around. even if they’re just recaps of what you were doing that day, he treasures them all

• he’s wayyyy more into celebrity beef than you think he is. “suguruuu did you hear about x and y?” “yeah. and about how (obscure piece of information).” “where did you even find out about that…” “how did you Not know about that.”

• suguru often orders food for you if they’re out on a date or ordering in. he does it either cos you don’t want to or you’re indecisive and can’t figure out what you want to eat. he’s memorized your preferences so whenever he gets you to try something new, he nails it and you end up really enjoying what he chose

• a gentleman through and through mmmmhm! suguru makes you walk on the inside of the street to keep you away from the moving cars. he also matches your steps the entire time (will make you slow down if you’re both heading to a specific destination where their plans will interrupt their conversation, alllll cos he wants to hear you talk for a while longer). always pulls out your chair, opens doors for you, keeps his hand on the small of your back at all times ESPECIALLY in crowded areas

• already very empathetic by nature but he’s overlyyy empathetic with his loved ones— especially you. if you’re feeling low, it haunts his waking and sleeping thoughts. he won’t eat on his lunch breaks sometimes because he’s quietly angsting over you. accidentally neglects himself while trying to make sure that you’re healthy, happy, and at your best. he’s working on not doing this— puhhhhlease get this man some therapy…

• last one asleep, first one awake. his nightmares and insomnia keep him up, so he uses that time to quietly watch over you. though he definitely sleeps easier around you because your breathing lulls him to sleep. when you wake up he’s in the process of finishing making breakfast and coffee, which he brings to you in bed

• when you’re sick he makes immunity booster drinks for you, heats up some soup, and waits on you hand and foot. suguru goes alllll out when taking care of you

toji fushiguro:

• you know when your parents says something so horrifically embarrassing and/or crude that you never wanna go out in public with them again. that’s toji. this man has absolutely no filter and doesn’t gaf who hears him

• pretty good cook but toji just can’t be assed to do it most of the time. hates the process, loves the result, hates the cleanup. once they finish eating, he’ll ask you to start on the dishes and says that he’ll ’come help you after he puts the leftovers away.’ he makes a purposeful racket as he rearranges the fridge to make room for the tupperware. after a while you realize it’s gotten really quiet, so you turn around and he’s just. not there anymore LMAO

• not too physically affectionate… outside of hugs. every day he comes home he anticipates a hug from you at the door because he’s gotten sosososo used to it. if you don’t, expect him to silently brood and dial up the sass until you make up for it. whenever he can, he pulls you into bear hugs and side hugs, squishing you close to him as if he’s trying to crawl beneath your skin

• taking these next 2 bullets from my works TEEEHEEEE! sometimes he’s still waiting for the catch, for the other shoe to drop. but toji thinks it a disservice to you to think of your care as anything But genuine. you’re sooo sweet, always jumping to brush his hair, straighten his clothes, cuddle up to him… even though he calls you a nuisance (affectionate), he sinks into it all cos he’s secretly a giant softie

• toji never fails to indulge your whims. even if that’s going wine-tasting (he thinks it’s bougie and makes sure to say that 918325 times), browsing antique shops, whatever the hell you drag him along to do— stuff he normally wouldn’t think to do or even care to do in his free time. but he goes along with it juuust for you

• obviously he’s extremely protective of you. if someone looks at you weird or one of your coworkers gives you a hard time, best believe he’s stepping in and asking what the fuck their problem is. anyone who bothers you always leaves you alone the second he opens his mouth or squares up in front of them, not so subtly safeguarding you behind his back the entire time. toji also has weapons stashed around their house jic something ever happens

• this also extends to any injuries you get, big or small. you get a paper cut or accidentally sliced your finger open with a knife? he’s clicking his tongue and wrapping a bandaid around it even though it’s a tiiiny cut, gruffly telling you to be more careful. if you ever get really badly injured, toji shepherds you into bed to sleep it off with an ice pack, or into the bathroom so he can patch you up, muttering about how you’re ‘helpless’ he fucking hates that he couldn’t prevent you from getting hurt in the first place

• if you ever have kids with him ooouuu lawd toji’s definitely weaponizing them in small arguments with you. if he disagrees with you he’s instantly like “hold on lemme prove you wrong by asking the kids ‘bout this.” half the time they don’t even agree with him but when they DO, he gloats

choso kamo:

• choso absolutely loves talking to you from the other room when you two split up to tackle chores around the house. he’ll strike up random conversations, always raising his voice to make sure you hear him. it makes things more fun, more stimulating. that and he just likes listening to you

• does the little things for you that you wouldn’t expect anyone to do or even pay attention to. when a pair of your shoes gets dirty, he sits down and cleans them for you. whenever you two run out of soap he refills the bottles asap. if he sees something that he thinks you’d like or something that reminds him of you, he instantly buys it for you. for fem!reader, he teaches himself how to fix the wire of your bras

• takes pride in being able to cook meals for you. it’s something he picked up for yuuji because Gaawwwddddd he worries about his brother and wants to make sure he’s taken care of, and that extends to you too. choso has a couple of cookbooks on the counter and he likes teaching himself how to make new dishes. its even better when you join in and they make their meal together as a team

• he’s always the first to notice when there’s a child wandering around alone in a store— or anywhere in public, really. choso’ll worry his lip and keep an eye on them, then alerts you after a few minutes if an adult doesn’t show up. you follow him and watch as he squats in front of them, smiling and asking what their name is and whatnot, and you join in if he offers to help the kid find their parents if they’re lost. JUST THE SWEETEST ☹️😞

• incredibly in tune with your emotions and never fails to pick up on your sadness/anxiety/anger/etc.. just like geto, it hurts him when you’re hurting and it weighs on him. choso will do absolutely anything and everything to cheer you up

shoko ieiri:

• she rarely smokes around you. sure she could just use RCT on your lungs if you’re exposed to it just like she does to herself, but she’d rather keep you away from cigarettes entirely

• parallel play 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ if you’re reading or on your phone, she’s lying next to you doing her own thing too. she’ll occasionally speak up to check up on you if you’re too quiet, and if you’re still chilling, shoko relaxes again. just being in your presence is enough for her cos you’re her girlllll

• shoko really appreciates when you cook because you’re damn good at it but she’ll sometimes insist that they order fast food. you mistake it for her not liking your cooking, but that’s not the case— she just doesn’t want you to work your ass off for them every night. also she just really just wants some fucking fries sometimes 😭

• if either of you get catcalled while you’re both out, she either ignores the man and tells you to do the same, rounds on them, or channels new yorkers and fucking barks at themmmmrhwjrsjw. some men don’t take no for an answer so she knows you just gotta scare the dogshit out of them. plus it makes you laugh so it’s a win win

• likes talking on the phone with you a lot but also really values when they sit on the phone and just… don’t talk. sometimes you’ll fall asleep on the line and the soft sounds of your breathing is soothing to shoko. everyone at jujutsu high gets used to seeing her with one headphone in while she works and no one takes offense to it because they know she’s simply listening to you. besides it never breaks her concentration

• to shoko, the funniest thing in the world is garbage music— purposely shitty or not. she has sooo many artists memorized that make god awful music and she’ll silently sneak them into the queue if they’re listening to music at home. she always snickers when your expression goes from casual to horrified as you listen to the atrocious vocals and even worse instrumentals

• overly alert when it comes to you. she’s incredibly observant, so if you try to hide the fact that you’re sick or injured, she’s on your ASSSS immediately. you can’t get away with shit 😭. she’ll take care of you until she has to leave for work, checks up on you multiple times throughout the day via texts/calls, then comes home and dedicates her time to tending to you. she’s a natural caretaker at heart

• which is also why it throws her off when the positions are reversed. sometimes she’s sick and grumbles a little when you force her to stay in bed and she secretly appreciates it, and sometimes she retreats into herself, isolating herself because she’s terrified of losing you just like she’s lost many others, and shoko spirals a bit before you pull her back out of it. you’ll never leave her, not even if death tries to take you, and she quietly sinks into your reassurances and the comfort you give her

yuki tsukumo:

• yuki rarely calls you by your name— she enjoys using pet names for you, like lover, bunny, babes, princess, cutie, pretty girl… she delights in your smiles and faint blushes when she refers to you with one of those

• spontaneous as HELLLLL so you know you’re always gonna have a fun time with her. she takes you on dates in and out of the city, and her date ideas are always extremely creative ^_^ the two of you do lots of things and she introduces you to things that you never thought you’d like

• since she’s always traveling, yuki tries to make you tag along when she can— and you’re almost always down. oftentimes they’ll sleep in a hotel but she prefers being out in nature, so sometimes they’ll randomly camp out somewhere. yuki always snuggles up to you after making them dinner and the two of you chat for hours while looking up at the stars

• juuust like choso, yuki is very much a gift giver— whenever she comes home after a few days or weeks, it’s like santa’s come to town because she buys every single thing that reminds her of you and dumps them all onto you. from time to time you stare at certain gifts of hers, puzzled, until yuki explains the correlation— maybe the shape of your eyes is similar to the ones on a figurine she bought you, or she saw something in your favorite color and thought of you

• even if she’s gone for a day, yuki makes a point to facetime you because this woman cannottttt go a few hours without talking to you— and seeing you even it’s through a fuzzy screen. she sits there and grins as you do your skincare routine or ramble about your day. she soaks up everything that you have to offer

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.1 - Chris Sturniolo

PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, ( rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

A/n: This is gonna be a series but PLSPLS bear with me bc I am struggling in school right now! This series reminds me of the K-12 Album tbf lol🤍🎀

(Chris sturniolo x Fem reader, skater Chris, nothing much atm, maybe a bit suggestive in a dream but not much else tbh.)

The bell rings, causing me to lift my head swiftly. I look around at the class and the other students are packing up so I copy, but just as I lean down to place my pencil case into my bag, a book slams on my desk making me jump out of my skin.

“You aren’t going anywhere y/n. Sleeping in class again?” My teacher Mr Rockwell looks down at me, his face cold and stern. “I’m sorry, I didn’t sleep well last night and..” he picks the book up off the desk, “no excuses. Good thing this is the last period because you can stay behind for detention. An hour and a half.” I sigh as he walks away before picking up a sheet of paper and placing it on my desk.

I place my face into my hands out of embarrassment, I’ve never had detention with this teacher before, I’m usually alert in his classes. “No more sleeping!” Mr Rockwell slightly yells from across the classroom and I pick up my pen before sighing and studying the page. Algebra. Math has never been my strong suit.

Mine and the teachers heads both shoot to the door as it opens with a squeak, a brunette boy walks into the room and up to the teachers desk, “You’re late again. Once more and there will be serious issues.” I hear Mr Rockwell say, before the boy replies “yeah sorry, see my brother had to..” “Excuses again! What’s the matter with the students in my class.” He mutters, leaning past the brunette to look at me.

My face flushes with embarrassment as the boy turns to look at me, he mustn’t have noticed there was anyone else in the class, I am seated right at the back to be fair. He smiles at me softly, before turning back to the teacher. I swear I recognised him, I think he was one of the triplets in our grade.

“Sit down.” Mr Rockwell mutters, handing the boy the same piece of paper he gave me. To my surprise the boy sat right next to me, probably to try copy me. “If you’re trying to copy me, you’re out of luck because I haven’t got a clue either.” I whisper and I look over to the boy, his eyes studying my face. “Do I know you?” He whispers back.

“I don’t know.. do you?” I ask in confusion because I haven’t ever spoken to him or his brothers, “yeah you’re the girl who sits at the front in science.” He chuckles and looks at the teacher at the front of the class and then back at me.I’m surprised he knows who I am, I didn’t know he was in my class.

“Oh yeah..” I laughed lightly. I look back down at my paper to try and make some sense of it, and I fail at that.

The teacher stands up and his chair squeaks against the floor, causing me and the boy to jump as we look up. “I need to go.. grab something from one of the other classrooms I’ll be 10 minutes minimum.” He spoke monotonously and walked out the class. I immediately look to the boy and he has the same confused expression on his face as I do.

“What was that about?” He looks to me for an answer, “I dont know but at least I don’t have him staring me down anymore,” I laugh, “what’s your name? Sorry I dont remember it.” I feel guilty, due to the fact that he knows who I am, I mean I know who he is but not enough to know his name, does he even know mine?

“Oh uh im Chris, and don’t stress it y/n u won’t be forgetting my name soon enough.” He smirks to me before his eyes focus on the equations in front of him. He knows my name. “What do you mean by that?” I laugh softly and he shrugs.

“Maybe you’ll remember me as the boy who stole the answers for this algae-bra shit.” He stands up whilst looking at me, “it’s Algebra, Chris, and you aren’t stealing answers, what if he comes back?”

“Chill, I’ll take the blame for it anyway.” He opens the drawer in the teachers desk and ruffles through some paper until he smiles and grabs a piece of paper, closes the drawer and walks back over to me. “You thief.” I joke with him as he sits back down and scoots his desk closer to me so we can share the paper.

We finish up with the paper and the teacher still hasn’t returned, Chris puts the paper back into his desk and we try to wait it out for the 25 minutes we have left. “Can we just leave now?” He rolls his eyes and taps his pen on the desk. “I wish but no. What if he comes back and we’re gone?” I watch him as he stops tapping his pen and leans down to his bag.

“Live a little y/n. He’s been gone for most this detention, it’s his fault if you leave early.” He packs his things into his backpack. “Plus I’ll write a note on his board and let him know we left ‘at the right time’” he does finger quotations and smirks, “fine.” I sigh.

He hops out his seat and grabs both our papers and places them on the desk, as I pack my things away. He writes on the board ‘sorry for being in detention or whatever but we did the work (it’s on ur desk) and left, love u teach xx - Chris’ “there.” He smiles proudly and I roll my eyes “you’re not funny.” I stand up.

We both sneak out the classroom and Chris leads me the way. We hear voices coming from a storage cupboard and he looks back at me before we go to move forward again but before we can start moving, the door swings open and a girl walks out, she looked about late 20s or something, she went down the hallway in the direction we were headed.

Chris turns to me and raises one of his eyebrows as if to say ‘what the fuck was she doing in there’ . About a minute later someone else stumbles out of the cupboard, my mouth drops when I realise it’s Mr Rockwell. He walks down the corridor towards his class which means he was gonna pass me and Chris. Chris pulls me behind a locker and my back is pressed right up against him.

Mr Rockwell passes us, and thankfully doesn’t see us. I let out a sigh of relief and Chris grabs my arm before we are running down the corridors and out the double doors. Chris leans against the brick wall, breathing heavily.

“I’m never doing that again.�� I breath as I smile at him, “You know we will,” he smirks at me before checking his phone. “Shit I was supposed to be home like half hour ago I should go.” “But detention doesn’t end for what.. another like 10/15 minutes? Why would you need to be home before it ends?” I ask tilting my head slightly as he smiles and looks at his feet.

“Your detention doesn’t end for another 10/15 minutes, mine ended like 45 mins ago.” He looked at me, “what, why didn’t you leave when you should’ve then?” I am really confused now. “Didn’t want to leave you on your own.” He shrugged before grabbing a skateboard off of a rack. “Oh thanks.” I smile “You skate?” I try to hide my blush from his comment and bring my focus to his board.

“Uh yeah, do you?” He smiles down at me due to our height difference, “no but I tried once and I got scared.” I laugh, he laughs too before dropping his board onto the ground, “I’ll teach you sometime.” He starts to skate away, “see ya y/n!”.

I get home and throw my notebook down onto my desk, one of my pages is folded over, I hate when that happens. I turn to the page to unfold the corner and there’s writing on the page ‘know you would want this - Chris’ below that was his phone number. I smile to myself at his slightly messy handwriting and pick up my phone.

I add his number to my contacts and open up imessage. ‘How did you write that in my book without me noticing😂’ I press send. He replies with ‘gotta keep an eye on your stuff y/n😉’ we text back and forth for a bit before I go to sleep.

“You’re so pretty y/n.” I smile as he leans over me and smirks, “can I?” His hand plays with the seam on my panties. “Yes.. please.” He starts to kiss my neck, “fuck Chris…”

I sit up quickly, breathing fast. “What the fuck.” I mumble to myself before wiping my eyes and laying back down. Come on y/n you barely knew the boy before today and now you’re dreaming of him? I sigh heavily.

I’m never telling anyone about that.. ever..

A/n: omds I kinda like this.. I’m gonna try to make it a series but I won’t be able to update frequently! I love this storyline tho and I know where I’m going with this so bear with me!

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[obsessive-valentine]

I know that yandere farmer is mostly tech free but how would he feel about darling asking for a radio or something like that to listen to music from

Maybe then dancing together to old country love songs

I’m loving this idea so much lol, like mentioned before he’d definitely dance with reader and he has a radio or two that he uses regularly. If darling like specific music he’d go out and get a record player or something like that where he can buy specific albums and artists for reader. But he personally has a soft spot for oldies and definitely country music, any that the radio is playing is fine for him to whistle along to as he works or drinks his coffee. Since that last similar ask I’ve thought of more similar scenarios like this and got to add to it. Have this short scenario, thank you for the inspo ❤️

TW: darling definitely has Stockholm syndrome, mentions of being kidnapped, fluff otherwise.

...

You stir in your sleep half conscious as you feel the bed shift and the pillow under your head deflate a bit from the withdrawal of his arm. You’re to tired like most mornings to acknowledge him as he quietly tiptoes around the room gathering his clothes and leaving the room, carefully shutting the door behind him after giving your sleeping self one more glance.

He goes about his usual routine quietly then finally lacing his boots and grabbing his old but trusty portable radio, taking it with him out on the farm. That how you usually find him, when you stir awake you can almost instantly tell just where he’s about. You can hear the country music playing but not loud. So he’s not near the house but also no as far as being up on the fields.

It’s already late morning you gather as you pull the curtain open, the suns out and it looks calm. You decide to go outside to enjoy the calming warm breeze, you’ve nothing that interesting to do in here anyways.

...

You make it onto the porch and are greeted by some of the dogs, you struggle to move past them without giving them all a head pat first. You make your way down the porch steps and onto the grass, you scan the fields where the music is coming from and doesn’t take long to make eye contact with the owner of the land.

He stands leaning against one of his old trucks that holds the hay bails he’s distributing, you realise he’s been watching you loving on the dogs, waiting for you to look his way. He gives you a wave and toothy grin, though you can just about see it since he’s way up on the field, he’ll intentionally hold eye contact with you every now and then -you think it’s his way of letting you know he’s watching you.

You’re about to wave back and make you’re way to the barn like you usually do, but stop yourself and decide to go and talk to him. Maybe you missed him a bit, he was to tired last night to make much conversation with.

“did you sleep okay?” He helps you climb over the short fence in between you both, and steadies you with his hands on your waist as you set your feet on the ground. “Yes...” you took a moment to pat the dirt off that you collected by climbing the fence “I’d sleep better if you didn’t get up at an ungodly hour every morning” you joked bringing your attention back to the man still holding your waist.

“Well, I need to keep on top of things around here. A stitch in time saves nine -ya’ know” he retorted in a similar joking tone before getting a bit more serious “M’sorry love, here I am thinking I was being quiet enough -sneaking around the house in the early hours” he starts swaying to the music in the background, bringing you along with him.

“I’ll be quieter than a mouse next time” he jokes again in a hushed voice, making you laugh a bit. He turns to the truck to twist the old radio dial, turning the music up, the cows watch on curiously waiting for the hay still sitting in bails on the back of the truck.

“They can wait, they’re spoiled cattle who can learn some patience” then without another word he takes waist once again and begins a rather badly formed slow dance. Right there in the middle of a field surrounded by curious cows, beautiful mountains and trees, a fresh breeze and devoted kidnapper lover.

The music continues to buzz on hitting some static now and then due to the age of the device. He’d hum along to some familiar choruses and pick up the pace into a jive like dance depending on the song playing. You both did this for a while, talking about mundane things ‘whats your thinking for dinner tonight?’ ‘How’s that painting coming along?’.

So domestic and pure, for a while there’s no complexity or inner battles about your situation. It’s just you and him sharing a fresh space with calming music and untainted emotions. Maybe if this is what life is now, you could learn to love it, to want to live your life on this quiet farm and have a committed domestic relationship.

Moments like this give him hope, that you won’t always resent him or have to fear him to stay put. Moments like this he discovers he’s okay with letting down that toxic masculinity a bit, and being soft and uncharacteristically fulfilled. He’d never thought he’d be dancing to the radio instead of working but here he is.

Moments like this does he realise his main drive of fulfilment isn’t working hard and being all powerful, but rather pleasing you and having you want him just a fraction of how he wants you.

[foreverlittlesoshi]

let me go or pull me closer

noah sebastian x reader

warning: cheating, breakup, angst, throwing things and yelling

word count: 1k

The loud ring of your alarm awoke you, rolling over to shut it off and suddenly felt the emptiness from Noah’s absence. The house was unusually quiet, so you knew they weren’t in the studio. As you sat up, you looked around the room and noticed that it looked exactly the same from last night. Did he not come home? Nothing too big was planned so it’s not like Bad Omens had rehearsals and they were relaxing from the studio since they achieved a lot yesterday. Maybe you were overthinking the whole thing. Maybe he went over to Ruffilo’s to do something. You decided to shake off the thoughts as you walked to the bathroom to start your daily routine.

Maybe you should’ve called out of work today. It was too hard to focus when all you could think about was where Noah was. It was near one in the afternoon but still nothing from him. You already sent a couple texts and called him twice on your lunch break but nothing. Even the rest weren’t answering back which was very strange because Jolly would always answer if you couldn’t get in touch with Noah immediately. The more the thought, the more you realized a couple things. 

He was attached to his phone a lot more than normal. Even with the new album on the way, he stayed glued to his phone. Always keeping it on him, never putting it down and never leaving it alone around you. You understood that he was a busy man, had friends that were famous or not, whether they were male or female, but it was a little strange that he would quickly answer when it was a certain name that would pop up. He never let the notification stay on the screen long enough for you to see the name but it was easy to recognize. It’s not like you meant to micro manage him, it just happened.

Then it hit you. 

-

It was near midnight when you finally heard their voices. Jolly, Jesse, Michael and Noah. Only bad thing was you could tell they were all drunk. You left your shared room, staring down at them from the second floor and could feel your heart breaking. Noah never drank after everything that happened in 2020, so to see him relapse so hard and not seeming to care about anything. 

“Looks like you're in trouble.” Jesse fails to whisper to Noah while pointing towards you and all he did was scoff at the sight.

“No, he’s not. Noah is a grown man and can do whatever he wants.” Saying as you turned from them. “He can also fuck whoever he wants because it’s not like he has a girlfriend waiting for him. Seems like Olivia is more important.”

“Who the fuck is Olivia?” Michael slurred and the sound of someone struggling up the stairs didn’t surprise you.

“It’s not what you think, babe.” Noah says barging into the shared room, running into the wall next to the door and trying to grab you. You couldn’t but scoff at him as you continued to pack up the rest of your things, the feeling of heartbreak and rage running through your veins and trying to ignore the feeling of bursting out into tears.

“How did you even find out?” 

“How long did you plan for this to go on before I found out?” Snapping back at him. “If you must know, I decided to go through your macbook while you were out doing whatever the fuck you were doing and never texted me back.”

“Why did you go through my things?” He asked anger, lacing his tone and the anger made you chuckle.

“Are you pissed off because I went through your things or are you mad that I found out?” Asking him while holding up your hands like you’re weighing out the pros and cons. “You’re mad about those things but not even trying to lie about fucking someone else?”

“No, because there’s no reason to lie. I understand why you’re mad. I didn’t even me-” “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Noah. You meant to. If you truly loved or even fuckin cared for me, you wouldn’t have even ever had the slightest thought of ever cheating on me. I’ve spent the last five years doing everything I ever could for you. Helping you, supporting you, moving across the country with you, and doing so much more for what? To get spit in the face by you.”

“I’m sorry. I thought it wouldn’t-""How long Noah?” You cut him off again, he stays silent.

“How long? How long? How long?” Asking him continually and he finally broke down while covering his face with his hands. “Noah Sebastian you better fuckin tell me how long.”

“About a year.” Time felt like it stopped. “I never meant for it to happen. A mutual friend introduced us and I didn’t originally even have the thoughts in my head then the night after the Concrete Jungle tour ended and we had that get together. She kissed me.”

“And instead of telling me, you just decided to make me look stupid and continue it? I was with you that night! Not to mention, I was with you the whole tour because you asked me to come with you!” Anger finally took over you. You tore off the necklace he bought you while on that tour and threw it at him. Grabbing the pictures of you two off the bedside table and throwing them at him as well. Glass shattering as they hit the wall and Noah moving away to not step on it.

“Can we just talk about this?” He asked as he moved over to the bed to sit down and you had to stand in silence for a moment to collect your thoughts.

“Are you proud of yourself? Do you feel good about your decisions? You wanna sit and talk about this when we had that first night to talk about it. There’s nothing to talk about now. I’m done, Noah. I’m officially done.” Informing him as you grabbed your suitcases and headed towards the door.

“Please don’t leave.” He softly begs.

“You don’t need me, you have her.” You tell him as you leave.

AN - i didn't expect to post again so soon but this was idea was driving me crazy and it was so hard to make Noah a cheater.

tbh, i'm not too proud of this but hey, i tried and that's all i could do.

title comes from I Wait by Day6

[stars4noah]

HALLEY'S COMET- three.

{WARNINGS}: swearing, drinking, allusions to depression, reader and noah making up yayyyy 🥳🥳

w.c- 2,898

a.n- if you guys couldn't tell by now, this story has kinda turned from being inspired by only halley's comet to being inspired by the entire album! go listen to happier than ever by billie eilish. the album. not the song.

enjoy! <3

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i haven't slept since sunday. midnight for me is three a.m. for you.

three more weeks passed since everything happened. the next day, noah tried to come back. i told him to stay away. forever. i promised him that i would be just fine without him, that i didn't need him to prove to me that he was something he didn't want to be. because i was so convinced he didn't want to be better. he just wanted his photographer back.

i started working at a local coffee shop, the spark in my eyes that was once consistent now gone. i didn't have that kind voice that everyone grew to love. i didn't put any effort into my appearance. i just threw my hair into a ponytail and moved on.

a lot of the time, i was glad i lived alone. i could fall back into old habits without being scolded. like drinking, for example. it was the only way i knew how to handle my feelings. which wasn't working very well.

but you're all it takes for me to break a promise.

i knew the next time i saw his face i would break. i would run back. i would stay. spending years with somebody who you're secretly in love with will do that to a person. so i made it my goal to purposefully ignore him.

every time i would go home, i would scroll mindlessly on my phone. i found out that noah canceled the rest of the tour. mental health reasons, or whatever. i rolled my eyes, turning off my phone and cracking open yet another bottle of liquor, feeling the familiar burn go down my throat that i've grown accustomed to. i walked around my apartment mindlessly, humming some unfamiliar tune to myself.

these past few weeks, music has been my number one savior. aside from alcohol.

NOAH'S POV.

these weeks without her proved to be difficult. having fallen into a depression after alyssa and i broke up, [y/n] leaving only made it worse. i sat in my room, staring at the door. sometimes i would pray that she would walk through. surprise me and say it was all just a cruel prank.

countless bottles of hennessy sat in front of my bed. that was all i had been doing. drinking and working out and writing to ease away the pain.

"but nevertheless, i'm fucking depressed. i hide it with sex, and drink till it's fatal." i murmured to myself, taking another sip from the bottle before letting it clatter to the ground, snatching my pen and paper from my desk.

when i went through things like this, i always liked to write down my thoughts. some of those thoughts ended up in songs. and since we were in the middle of writing a new album, this was perfect.

there was a knock at the door and i grumbled a greeting, my eyes never leaving the paper. a couple seconds later, jolly walked in.

"christ, man, you look like hell."

i hummed, continuing to write as he sat in front of me.

"look, i know you're struggling. because of-"

i knew exactly who he was talking about. i didn't want to hear her name. she hurt me enough. "don't say her name."

jolly sighed. "because of her. but dude, we're worried. you know none of it was your fault, right? she was stupid to do that to you."

i scoffed. "she said it herself, jolly. 'he's richer, hotter, and bigger'" i scowled, repeating her words that she had said to me that night. some part of me regretted walking out of that door. i loved her. for years. and i had grown used to loving her. she was all that i had. she was what made me what i am. she was right, really. i would be nothing without her.

"you're doing it again." he said. at this point, i had stopped writing, staring off into space. "doing what?"

"that thing you do when you get all into your head. blaming yourself for everything. how many times do i have to tell you it's not your fault for you to get it in your head, man?" he said, sternly but gently.

i rolled my eyes. "you're wrong."

"how?"

"because i loved her, jolly. i fucking loved her, and i screwed it all up because i can never do anything right. i'll never be good enough. for myself, or anybody."

i buried my face in my hands, sobs racking my body once more. i never liked to be this vulnerable with anybody, even my closest friends. but honestly? i didn't give a fuck anymore. let them see.

"i know man. i know." he said, rubbing his hand over my back in an attempt to sooth me.

it pained jolly to see me like this. i knew that. but it was better to tell people of my thoughts than to keep it bottled up inside, right?

READERS POV.

i was making that damn song all the way till the early morning. i didn't even realize how late it had gotten until i woke up to my alarm. i had fallen asleep at my desk, my computer still running and everything. i didn't have work today, so that left me plenty of time to do whatever the hell i wanted.

months passed. months without seeing or talking to him. i would occasionally text the others, but i wouldn't dare send him a single text. i caught up a bit with folio and jolly, telling them about my ongoing journey with music. i still pursued photography as a side hustle, but my main focus was getting this song perfect.

it was almost done. almost ready to be released. maybe as an album? no, i can't get too carried away. music isn't for me. but as i listened to the song and made sure everything was right, my feelings began to change.

"i don't want it, and i don't want to want you. but in my dreams, i seem to be more honest. and i must admit, you've been in quite a few."

it wasn't a lie. he had began to show up more often in my dreams. not as nightmares, but as something that we could've been.

"Halley's Comet comes around more than i do. but you're all it takes for me to break a promise. silly me to fall in love with you."

that promise. that stupid promise.

"[y/n], please. let me explain-"

"no, noah! i don't care about your shitty explanations and your shitty behavior and your stupid face! i promise, i'll be just fine without you. leave me alone!"

"i haven't slept since sunday. mdnight for me is 3:00 a.m. for you. but my sleepless nights are better with you than nights could ever be alone, ooh-ooh-ooh. i was good at feeling nothing, now i'm hopeless. what a drag to love you like i do, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh."

it wasn't entirely a lie. when i imagined him in the bed next to me, it felt like i could sleep better. when i pretended everything was okay, everything felt lighter. the weight on my shoulders seemed to momentarily disappear, only to crash back down when i realized it was all just a fantasy.

"ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh. i've been loved before, but right now in this moment i feel more and more like i was made for you. for you. i'm sitting in my brother's room. haven't slept in a week or two, or two. i think i might have fallen in love. what am i to do?"

as the song ended, i found myself picking up my phone, going to his contact. i laughed softly to myself as i saw the contact. it was still the same. when everything was nice. when i wasn't all alone. i decided to jump the gun, shooting him a text.

i breathed out a sigh of relief. maybe he didn't hate me as much as i thought. i immediately thought back to the time i took it. when things were better. happier.

"come on! put it on!" i laughed, holding out the little plastic tiara to him. we had gone to disney world for a summer vacation, and i won a tiara from one of the game booths.

"i'm not putting that on." he said, his arms folded across his chest.

i pouted, looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes i knew he couldn't resist until he groaned, snatching the tiara from my hands and putting it on his head. despite his previously grumpy demeanor, he still wore a smile when i took the pictures.

i missed that.

the moment i saw him walk through those doors, it was like everything hit me all at once. he looked terrible. i did too, but definitely better in comparison.

"hi." i said softly.

"hi." he said back, sitting down in front of me with his hands in the pockets of his sweats.

i bit my lip as we sat in an awkward silence for a moment before i spoke.

"noah, i-"

"[y/n]-"

i couldn't help but smile softly as we spoke at the same time.

"you first." he said.

i took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself. "i know you've been through a lot, noah. and i should've taken that into consideration when i said all that shit. honestly, i haven't been doing too well myself, if you couldn't tell." i said, gesturing to myself.

"it sounds stupid as fuck, but it feels like theres this void in my chest that's just been so empty since i left. i miss you guys. i miss the band." i said.

he sensed there was something more. "but...?"

"but," i began. "i can't come back as the photographer. after i've recovered somewhat from everything, i realized photography isn't for me. i was to pursue something bigger."

"like?"

"music."

he raised his eyebrows. "you want to become a musician?"

"i know, it sounds absurd and like a child's dream, but i really think-"

"no, [y/n] that's fucking amazing." he said with a small laugh, leaning forward. i smiled slightly. there was that smile i missed.

"yeah?"

"yeah. i mean, i've only heard you sing a handful of times, but you're great. you're gonna make it big, trust me." he said.

my heart warmed at his words. "thank you." i said.

"look, [y/n], i'll be the first to admit how much of a douche i was to you. i've had time to think about it. to get over it and stop wallowing in self-pity. and i'm really sorry. i'm kinda shocked you didn't quit sooner, honestly. but, if you'd like, we could start fresh. you don't have to come back to the band, but we can hang out and shit. maybe i can help you with your music."

his words only made my smile brighten. "yeah, i'd like that. a lot. thank you."

"of course, princess."

after our little friend date, we went to his studio to work on some things. he showed me how different things worked and helped me on writing a song that i had been thinking about.

i bit my lip, jotting down a few lyrics in my notebook as he watched.

i don't really wanna know why you went there. i kinda don't care. you want to kill me? you want to hurt me? stop being flirty. it's kinda working.

i hummed a soft tune to myself as i read the lyrics, trying to figure out what would work right.

did you really think this is the right thing to do? is it news? news to who? that i really looked just like the rest of you.

noah snapped me out of my continuous thoughts, turning back to the computer. "i've been working on stuff, too." he said.

"yeah?"

he hummed in response, pulling up a file full of different songs. "pick one." he said, leaning back.

i bit my lip in thought before clicking on the one titled The Grey.

"evened the scores, then i let it all go fall apart. and every step forward put a little more sword in your heart, yeah. looking sideways when i say i'm okay with the past. but i'm afraid of what i might say if you ask."

i leaned back in my chair as i listened to the lyrics, knowing that this song could be about one of two people. me, or alyssa.

"gave you way too many chances, you ran through them all. got everything i could want but it wasn't enough. nobody left for me to talk to, nobody to call. got everything i could want but i still wanted more. yeah, i still wanted more."

the pure emotion in his voice was enough to make my heart break into pieces and clarify who it was about. i knew after what happened with her, he was broken. and this song was only proof.

"there's not another way, don't let me go. don't dig another grave today. i'll make the same mistakes, i'll never know who i was before i faded away into the grey."

the recording stopped, and my eyes darted from the screen to his face. "that's all i have right now." he said. "we have more sessions later this week to finish it."

i gulped. "noah..."

he looked at me and raised a brow. "what?"

"that was fucking beautiful."

i almost felt like i was going to cry. i always loved his voice, but that was on a whole other level. usually he was screaming. he never had those soft vocals like what i just heard.

he smiled softly. "thanks. now get in there."

i blinked, shaking my head. "sorry, what?"

"go on. get in the booth. i want to hear you sing this. we can figure something out."

"noah, i-" "don't argue. go."

i sighed, getting up and heading into the recording booth. maybe it would be okay. i wouldn't fuck it up. i put on the headphones, looking back up at him through the glass. "which one?" i asked.

he hummed, looking through the notebook i had left on the desk.

"what about my future? start it off strong."

i nodded, mentally preparing myself for whatever the hell was about to happen.

"i can't seem to focus, and you don't seem to notice i'm not here. i'm just a mirror. you check your complexion to find your reflection's all alone. i had to go. can't you hear me? i'm not coming home. do you understand? i've changed my plans. cause i, i'm in love with my future. and i, i'm in love. but not with anybody else. just wanna get to know myself."

it really was a beautiful song. and it was me putting all of my feelings on the line. the lyrics didn't have a deeper meaning to them like noah's often did. their meaning was just laid flat out. i changed my plans for the future, and i'm waiting to sort things out with myself before falling in love again.

"i know supposedly i'm lonely now. know i'm supposed to be unhappy without someone. but aren't i someone? i'd like to be your answer. cause you're so handsome. but i know better than to drive you home. cause you'd invite me in, and i'd be yours again."

the lyrics seemed to flow freely as i sang, my eyes closed and hands moving in random directions. i didn't even notice him staring.

"but i, i'm in love. with my future. and you don't know her, mm. and i, i'm in love. but not with anybody here. i'll see you in a couple years."

i opened my eyes and looked at noah, noticing how his mouth was slightly open. i laughed. "don't start drooling."

he shook himself out of his thoughts. "sorry, that was just. really fucking good. you're a natural, princess. i'm jealous." he said.

i rolled my eyes, stepping out of the booth.

"great, now let's work out a tune."

we spent hours and hours fixing up the song, getting carried away in our musical abilities. last time i checked, it was around 2 am. i didn't want to go home, so i suggested we took a little break and watched a movie or something. he nodded and we sat on the couch, turning on the tv (of course he turned on naruto). my head ended up lulling to the side, landing on his shoulder as i slowly fell asleep. the last thing my brain registered before falling into dreamland was the soft kiss on my forehead and his soft words.

"goodnight, princess."

his lips against mine felt like heaven. it felt like my whole life was complete when i kissed him, when i felt him. he felt like home. something i hadn't known in a long time. i pulled away, breathing slightly heavy as i looked into his chocolate brown eyes.

"noah.." i whispered.

he smiled softly and hummed.

"i fucking love you."

"mm.. [y/n]." he mumbled against my lips.

"princess."

"[Y/N]!"

[hlficlibrary]

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It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.

3️⃣ Looking Through You by @allwaswell16 {E, 41k}

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

4️⃣ After Hours by thilia {E, 99k}

Liam is bored with his job at the law firm. Nothing exciting ever happens. That changes drastically when he agrees to mentor the boss’s sixteen year old son, who turns heads wherever he goes. Especially Liam’s colleague Louis seems unable to resist the boy’s charms. Liam never thought he’d get to see this much of both of them, or that mentoring would turn into an R-rated event or that it would suddenly make his own love life a whole lot more interesting…

5️⃣ Take Me Higher Than I've Ever Been by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel {E, 51k}

Harry is pretty simple. He goes to work everyday, comes home, then watches Netflix with his cat. And if he happens to have a tiny little crush on his coworker, then that’s just his own business.

[Or the one where Harry and Louis work together and Louis starts to notice Harry back. Featuring a wedding, a sassy cat, and first times.]

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 you are my destiny (you are the reason that i still believe) by @alwaysxlarrie {M, 98k}

Being a new employee at a company means that you have to learn to brush off the shitty bosses, shitty coworkers, and not getting the credit you actually deserve for things. At least, that's been Harry Styles' experience. Coworkers who steal his ideas in pursuit of getting praise and a raise, and a boss who's indifferent at best and condescending at worst. Harry has learned to expect this reality for the foreseeable future. He's accepted it.

What he hadn't expected was for Louis Tomlinson to waltz into their company, and his life, and change around everything he thought he knew about fate. A Cinderella AU.

💎 You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {T, 32k}

Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is.

Oh, and the guy who works in conservation at the other end of the building is the most beautiful man Harry's ever seen, even when wielding a hot iron as a weapon.

💎 what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove {E, 22k}

As Harry sucks lovebites into Louis’ neck, Louis hopes that one day those marks will cover the way he can still feel Alex’s handprints burned into his flesh.

As Harry’s nails drag scratches along Louis’ back, Louis hopes that one day the scabs on his heart will heal and drop away just like the scabs on his skin.

As Harry fucks him down into the mattress, the bed shaking with every thrust, Louis hopes that one day his mouth will forget the shape of Alex’s name, won’t trace it over and over as the heat builds inside him, won’t want to scream it when he comes. Maybe one day he’ll open his eyes, as he slowly floats down from his post-orgasm haze, and won’t expect to see Alex’s face smiling back at him.

But today is not that day.

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

💎 You Tilted My Hand by @taggiecb {G, 12k}

Harry Styles arrives in Avonlea, Prince Edward Island for his first day of a coveted and prestigious summer internship at the Avonlea Chronicle. He's quick to realise that he's out of place in the little band of journalists as he's an art major and they didn't choose Harry to be part of the team!

Thankfully his new boss, Niall, wants to give him a chance. Unfortunately that will mean trying to keep up not only with the stress of the job, but PEI's golden boy Louis Tomlinson, who has a perpetual smile on his lips, and mischief in his eyes.

💎 Blame It On Christmas by Kikiberoski16 / @larrysballetslippers {E, 7k}

Life was good until a new coworker showed up. It’s a little insane but not even a little bit funny how much Harry instantly despised the new guy. He’s always late, but always shows up with the most charming smile so nobody can get mad. His desk is a mess and he doesn’t seem to have ever learned the words ‘thanks’ or ‘sorry.’ And as if a bad employee isn’t bad enough, this particular bad employee is none other than the CEO's nephew, Louis fucking Tomlinson.

Or, Harry is the six-time winner of the yearly Christmas sweater competition, but it all changes when a new coworker shakes up his whole world.

[flowersandskeletons526]

"We Need A Tagger" - Warriors Concept Album Fanfic (Part 4/5)

This has a lot of my personal headcanons in it so it was really fun to write! Enjoy!

Link to ao3 post at the bottom for those who prefer that

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The next several weeks were a blur for Rembrandt. They were also arguably the best several weeks of her life.

She was still pretty shaken after the fight on her first night. Cleon stayed true to her word and gave her two days to recover and calm her nerves. The others still had to go out on business but never all of them at once so Rembrandt never had to be alone in the house. She wasn’t sure if that was an order from Cleon or just coincidence, but she was glad for it, anyway.

She spent a lot of time with Cochise, learning basic first aid, hanging out in the kitchen talking about nothing much in particular or smoking on the stoop. Cochise let her bum cigarettes for a while before saying she needed to get her own pack, and then got an evil glint in her eye and said she had an idea that Rembrandt couldn’t tell Cleon. This led to Rembrandt putting on a sweet, innocent expression and asking the cashier at a bodega to help her get something on a high shelf. He didn’t have a clue that Cochise was behind the counter grabbing three cartons of her cigarette of choice. Cochise had proclaimed to everyone that Rembrandt was her new best friend after that. Rembrandt learned an adrenaline rush could actually feel good when serious bodily injury wasn���t on the line. 

Swan was quiet, almost as quiet as Rembrandt, and was all business ninety-nine percent of the time. She sat with Rembrandt at the kitchen table and went over a map of Coney Island, marking what they’d tagged already and what they hadn’t, circling unclaimed blocks they wanted to take, and writing a list of other gangs and their colors for Rembrandt to memorize. She divided them into three columns: allies, enemies, and neutral. She was a little colder than Cleon, a little more cynical, but she shared a bit of how she came to be a Warrior and Rembrandt understood where the attitude came from.

Rembrandt saw her warmer side in brief moments: how she looked up to Cleon, how she was there to help everyone no questions asked, and even how she interacted with Ajax. She was certain the two women hated each other at first. Watching their third wrestling match in one day, Rembrandt turned to Cleon with a question on the top of her tongue. Cleon smiled like she read her mind.

“That’s just how they show affection with each other,” she said. “I’d break it up if I actually thought it was serious.”

She was right. Rembrandt looked closer and realized they were both smiling from ear to ear. 

Cleon was somehow both incredibly comforting and incredibly intimidating at the same time. She had a presence that seemed to draw everyone in, an air of authority and kindness and strength that something deep within Rembrandt equated to the idea of finally being safe. When she spoke, everyone listened. When she smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back. 

Even after a week and a half of staying with the gang, Rembrandt still struggled to sleep. Cochise and Ajax were out on a mission. Swan was asleep in her room. Rembrandt sat on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, staring out the living room window. She was afraid that if she fell asleep, she might wake up back in her old apartment and find that it had all been a fever dream. She was afraid she might see a face at the window, a hand busting the lock, hearing a voice call a name she tried to forget was ever hers. Fuck, she felt like a child scared of the dark and she hated herself for it.

Cleon had come home in the early hours of the morning, before the sky lightened, and frowned when she saw Rembrandt still awake.

“I have melatonin. Swan has to take it sometimes, too,” the warlord offered. “Or some pot if you want. I don’t know if you smoke.”

“It’s not that,” Rembrandt said, her voice muffled behind her sleeves. 

Cleon didn’t say anything. She studied Rembrandt’s face, not long enough to make her uncomfortable but almost. She followed Rembrandt’s eyes to the window. Then she nodded slowly, as if deciding a conflict in her head, and sat in the armchair across from the couch.

“I’ve got second watch,” she said simply.

“Huh?”

“Go to sleep, Rembrandt. You’re safe here, I promise. I’ll prove it.”

“But weren’t you-”

“Rembrandt.” Cleon’s tone was stern but kind. She smiled. “Go to sleep.”

Rembrandt didn’t sleep for more than a few hours, but they were the most restful hours she’d had in a long time. The next day, Cleon pulled her aside, sat her down, and passed her a piece of paper and a pen. She wanted the address of Rembrandt’s old apartment. 

Rembrandt gave it but begged, “Please, please don’t do anything. I don’t want to think about that place anymore.”

“I’m not,” Cleon said softly. “I want it on record as a no-go zone. That’s all.” She reached over and squeezed Rembrandt’s hand. Rembrandt had finally gotten used to being touched enough to let her. “Rembrandt, if anyone ever, and I mean ever puts their hands on you again, you come to us and we’re going to handle it.”

Cleon didn’t have to expand on that. Rembrandt understood. She let Cleon hug her for the first time that night.

She still felt a bit strange about being the newest recruit. The idea that these women were so connected and had been through so much together already before Rembrandt even knew about them nagged at the back of her mind. She couldn’t help feeling like an interloper despite every attempt the gang made to include her in conversation, asking her opinion on business, cheering her on and praising her for the tagging work. 

Despite the fact that she was more or less attached to Ajax at the hip. 

A few weeks after she joined, Cochise came home with two announcements. The first: her friend that Cleon had been trying to recruit finally wanted to be a part of the gang. The woman had an infectious energy that seemed to uplift everyone in the apartment. Constantly laughing and smiling, constantly tossing around jokes, she was dubbed “Cowgirl” upon joining the Warriors. This was due in part to the hat she never took off and was fiercely protective over, but mostly because, according to Cochise, she could subway surf with more ease than most people could walk. 

When she wasn’t going through her levels of initiation with Cochise, she sat with Rembrandt, going on about whatever without checking to see if Rembrandt was really listening. She took an interest in Rembrandt’s drawings and offered to pose so she could practice doing portraits. Rembrandt liked her for that. 

The second announcement: Cochise was moving in with Cowgirl.

“What’s wrong with my house?” Cleon asked jokingly, although Rembrandt wasn’t entirely sure if she was only faking being offended.

“Nothing, girl!” Cochise assured. “Cowgirl’s shitty roommate moved out without notice and she’s not going to be able to pay rent if I don’t go.”

“She could come here.”

“And sleep where, on the floor? You’ve still got Rembrandt on the couch. Now she can at least share the room with Ajax.”

Ajax was sitting beside Rembrandt at the table during the discussion. She didn’t seem to have paid attention to the comment, but it made Rembrandt feel… Well, she didn’t actually know what to call it. It made her stomach flutter and her chest tighten in a way that was completely foreign to her. 

“You know you still have to come to all the meetings,” Cleon said. “And no skipping family dinners.”

“Cleon, Cleon,” Swan whispered. “It gets cornier every time you say it.” Cleon gave her a playful shove.

“We’ll be here every night, I swear. There’s a working phone in the apartment so you’ll be able to call us up whenever we’re needed.”

Cleon leaned back in her chair and drummed her fingers on the table. “Alright,” she relented. “I’m serious about the family dinners.”

“I know,” Cochise chuckled at the same time Swan groaned, “Cleon, you’re making it worse.”

Rembrandt couldn’t deny she was a little sad that Cochise wouldn’t be in the house as much anymore. Once Cochise was completely moved out and Rembrandt began to move her things into the room she would now share with Ajax, she found a carton of cigarettes under the bed with her name written on it, and a stack of clothes with a note that read, “should fit you until you can get more.”

She learned a lot about Ajax since they began sharing a room. Ajax only ever slept in a muscle tank top and basketball shorts. Ajax stole a walkman the day they were released and had it playing whenever she had a free moment because Cleon complained about how loud she turned up her stereo. Ajax started every morning with a thirty minute workout, sometimes an hour if she could push it, which meant Rembrandt had the surprise of waking up one morning to see Ajax cranking through one-handed push-ups and mouthing the words to whatever song she had in her headphones. Rembrandt turned right back over in bed and pretended to be asleep until she heard Ajax leave.

She learned Ajax had nightmares. Rembrandt woke up from hers silently, shooting upright in bed, covering her mouth so she wouldn’t wake anyone else. Ajax woke up cursing and instinctively reaching for the weapons on her nightstand. They were infrequent but savage when they happened. 

Rembrandt didn’t know what to do the first time she saw it. She’d been sitting awake from her own night terrors when Ajax exploded with a scream. She looked so small, so embarrassed to be seen like that, turning away from Rembrandt and hiding her face. Rembrandt didn’t know what to do so she sat on the edge of Ajax’s bed and waited for her to speak. 

“Cochise is a really heavy sleeper,” Ajax croaked. “Only Cleon knows. And now you, I guess.”

“It doesn’t make you seem any less tough, you know,” Rembrandt said before she really realized what was coming out of her mouth.

Ajax smirked. “You’re quite the little mind reader, huh?”

“I’m good at reading people.”

“Is that why you didn’t run? That first night, before the cops showed up?”

Rembrandt struggled to find words. “It’s why I came back. I saw you waiting by the painting every night.”

“And you didn’t think it was creepy?”

“Maybe a little,” Rembrandt said. Ajax winced. “I’m kidding.”

It got a laugh out of Ajax, and Rembrandt found herself smiling. 

Weeks later, while all the initiated Warriors were out, Rembrandt and Cowgirl were left alone in the apartment. Cowgirl was going on about some cute somebody she’d been talking to and Rembrandt had to keep reminding her to stay still so she could finish the portrait. As Rembrandt paused to take a sip of coffee, Cowgirl tilted her hat down and smiled slyly. 

“Soooo,” she sang. “You and Ajax have a thing going on, right?”

Rembrandt choked. 

“What?” she spluttered, wiping coffee off her face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well, y’know, the way you two act around each other.”

Ajax was with Rembrandt all the time. Almost the entire Warriors territory was tagged and every time Rembrandt went out to officially lay claim to another block, Ajax was there watching her six. Sometimes they went with Swan when Cleon was worried about being too close to the borders but she was never without Ajax. 

She thought of Ajax yelling at her to run when they accidentally crossed over into another gang’s territory, trying to avoid a fight. The way Ajax would help her up onto window sills and fire escapes and maybe her hands lingered on Rembrandt’s waist a little longer than was necessary. When Ajax came home bloody and bruised from a mission gone wrong, Rembrandt had become the one to bandage her split knuckles and force her to hold ice packs on the black eyes and busted lips. 

The playful jostling side hugs when they returned from a successful mission. The casual arm slung around her shoulders for just a second as they walked together. The way she could shoot Rembrandt a smirk and Rembrandt would find herself smiling back no matter what mood she was in at the time. Ajax was always so amazed by Rembrandt’s work when she snuck a peek at her sketchbook or when Rembrandt pointed out another decorated storefront that she painted. After a month of tagging, Cleon finally gave her permission to start putting up more murals within their borders. Ajax was there to cheer her on, whistling as the paintings progressed, handing Rembrandt new colors out of her backpack when she asked. 

She thought of staying up late at night when neither of them could sleep and Ajax showing her all the different cassette tapes she kept in a box under her bed. She thought of the one time Ajax let her draw her portrait, even if she kept complaining about how long she had to stay still. She thought of when a mysterious box of acrylic paints appeared on her bed so she could paint her side of the room. No one knew anything about it when she asked but she overheard Ajax telling Cleon how broke she suddenly was. 

She thought of the one time she and Ajax had fallen asleep watching TV on the couch together. She’d woken up at the break of dawn to find herself curled up against Ajax’s chest, the Warrior sleeping peacefully, one arm wrapped around Rembrandt. Rembrandt had scrambled to the other side of the couch just before Ajax woke up. Ajax never mentioned it and Rembrandt never mentioned it and whoever put the blanket over them while they slept never mentioned it either. 

“Ajax and I do not have a thing,” Rembrandt laughed hysterically. “Cleon just has her go with me when I’m tagging. She recruited me.”

“Mm-hm,” Cowgirl said. “Cochise recruited me and she’s never looked at me like that.”

She looked up from her sketchbook. “Like what?”

The door opened. Cleon, Swan, Cochise, and Ajax stepped into the apartment, talking amongst themselves. Cleon whistled sharply, and the two probationary Warriors came to join them around the table. Cowgirl’s words raced through Rembrandt’s mind as she took her place beside Ajax. Cleon placed both hands on the tabletop and leaned in. Everyone followed. 

Her expression was somber and quiet. “I have an announcement,” she said. “Rembrandt, I have a job for you. It’s one you have to do on your own.”

Rembrandt frowned, her shoulders tensing. “Okay,” she mumbled nervously.

“This will be your final initiation.”

That surprised everyone. The entire crew stared at Cleon, eyes wide, Swan and Ajax both straightening as Cowgirl looked to Cochise in confusion. Rembrandt’s stomach dropped.

Ajax was the first to speak: “What do you mean, her final initiation? She’s been tagging for weeks. That’s not initiation enough?”

“She’s marked out our whole territory,” Cochise added. “She’s expanded our territory.”

Cleon raised a hand to silence them. “She’s going to claim all of Coney Island for us. Rembrandt, you’re going to tag the Wonder Wheel.”

Rembrandt was taken aback but not entirely daunted by the request. “I can tag a car easily.”

“No. I want you to tag the logo in the center.”

The gang exploded.

“What the fuck!” Ajax screeched. “How the actual fuck can you even think of that!”

Cochise said, “That’s insane! That’s not a reasonable ask for an initiation, not after everything she’s already done for us!”

“Cleon, I can’t back you up on this,” Swan said haltingly. “That’s too dangerous.”

“I want to test her metal.” Cleon never took her eyes off Rembrandt.

“Test her metal? Test her metal?! She took on a psycho with a knife who was three times her size on her first fucking night! Is that not metal enough? This is fucking ridiculous!”

“Ajax-”

“No! No, Swan, it’s nuts and you know it is!”

Rembrandt couldn’t breathe. A heavy ball of ice grew in her gut as the conversation spiraled into a screaming match between the Warriors, everyone shouting over each other until Rembrandt couldn’t understand what was being said anymore. Her pulse hammered in her ears. Her hands balled into fists as she tried and failed to force air into her lungs. The whole time, Cleon held her stare, calm and steady, and Rembrandt prayed for a moment that this was just a test to see how she would react and she wouldn’t actually have to scale the fucking ferris wheel but she knew it wasn’t.

She looked at Ajax. The enforcer was red in the face and had veins popping out of her forehead as she hollered back and forth with Swan and… No, that couldn’t be right.

Rembrandt swore there were tears in her eyes.

“Will you be with me?”

Her voice startled everyone into silence. They all turned to her.

“Yeah, we’ll be with you,” Cleon promised, “but we can’t help you. You have to get up there, tag it, and get down by yourself.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Block out the two W’s with our tag.”

“Rembrandt, no-”

Rembrandt grabbed Ajax’s hand and took a deep breath.

“I’ll get my cans.”

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Aaaand now you all have to suffer with me as I work through these ideas in my head. I'm already working on part five so it won't be left on a cliffhanger for too long

(also I know Cowgirl's line in her roll call is a "riding" joke but I like the headcanon that she subway surfs so I'm rolling with. However let it be known that I do NOT condone subway surfing, it is dangerous, don't do it)

[whimsicalpolitical]

trouble sleeping // Ross Macdonald x Reader

a/n: send some requests!! needed some Ross comfort again :)

summary: you can’t seem to find rest at night and the only thing that’s helping is your boyfriend Ross

cw: insomnia, pure fluff, mention of pills

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It’s late. 4 in the morning and you just can’t sleep and the problem is that Ross is not in your shared apartment. He’s at the studio with the guys, and he made sure you’re gonna be fine because your insomniac episodes aren’t unknown for him. “Call anytime and I’ll come home.”

It was genuine of Ross but you don’t ever want to disturb him when he’s working.

Even when if it’s the fourth time this week, the thought of calling Ross is in the back of your mind when it should be at the front. In the past Ross has helped you multiple times when you either couldn’t fall asleep or sleep through the night with breathing exercises, muscle relaxation and meditation.

You fell asleep at 2 and now two hours later you’re awake again, unable to fall asleep and missing the warmth of your boyfriend.

Drinking milk, opening the windows for fresh air, hearing soothing music and deep breathing didn’t work. You’re getting frustrated, that’s why you make your way to the couch to turn on the TV.

If nothing works, criminal minds would always be a last resort. The familiar faces of the BAU team and the engrossing plots sometimes managed to distract your mind just enough to let sleep sneak in. You pull a blanket over yourself and settle into the couch, flipping through the series until you find an episode you re-watch quite often.

The familiar opening credits roll, and you try to lose yourself in the unfolding drama. The case is intense, as always, and for a while, you almost forget your frustration. But as the minutes tick by, the sense of loneliness creeps back in. You miss Ross's presence, his steady breathing beside you, the warmth of his body. You glance at your phone on the coffee table, the urge to call him growing stronger.

You take a deep breath, trying to quell the rising anxiety. Ross had insisted that you call him anytime, but the last thing you want is to interrupt his work. You know how important the studio sessions are, especially with the deadline for their next album approaching. But then again, Ross has always been there for you, and he would want to know if you were struggling, in particular when it’s about your insomnia.

You pick up your phone and stare at the screen. 4:15 AM. With a sigh, you unlock it and scroll to Ross's contact. Your finger hovers over the call button, but you hesitate. What if he's in the middle of recording a crucial track? You close your eyes and take another deep breath, trying to decide.

A few seconds later you press the call button.

It rings only once before he answers, his voice immediately concerned. "Hey darling, everything alright?”

“Not really,” your voice trembling slightly, “I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t urgent, sorry if I’m interrupting.”

“Nonsense,” he’s worried, you hear it in his voice, “M’ sorry you’re struggling, what have you tried?”

“Fucking everything,” you sigh, “nothings working.” You want him to come home, be with you, try everything you tried because you’re sure everything he does will have an impact.

"Hang on a second," he says, his voice a mix of surprise and something else you can't quite place.

Before you can respond, there's a knock at the door. Confused, you get up and walk over, phone still in hand. You open the door to find Ross standing there, his phone pressed to his ear and a grin on his face.

“Was already on my way when you called,” he lowers his phone and slips it into his pocket.

“Ross,” you exclaim, a relief washing over you like a tidal wave.

"I had a feeling," he says, stepping inside and wrapping you in a tight embrace. "So I wrapped up early and decided to come home."

You bury your face in his chest, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence. "Thank you for coming."

“Always," he murmurs into your hair. "Let's get you settled. We'll try some exercises together, okay?"

You nod, pulling back just enough to look up at him. His eyes are filled with love and concern, and you feel a sense of peace starting to settle over you. “One second.” You demand.

You stand on your tiptoes to brush your lips over his, feeling his beard tickle your chin and the area under your nose. You sigh into the kiss and Ross smiles at your steadiness.

He laughs at the TV when you enter the living room. “Again?” He points at the episode on the screen, the familiarity of the scenes hitting him. “Doesn’t it get dull?”

Ross hangs his jacket over a chair while you turn the TV off. “Never.” You answer his previous question.

You rub your eyes, trying to push the exhaustion away from you, but it’s a lost fight. Even when you would try to sleep because you’re dead tired, you wouldn’t sleep more than a few hours.

After Ross places his shoes at the door, he makes his way to the kitchen. You hear glasses klink and the tab getting turned on.

“How was practice?” You ask, trying to distract yourself from your restlessness.

“Quite good actually,” you hear from the kitchen, “Matty’s just indecisive all the bloody time.”

You giggle because your remember a lot of conversations between George and you where George has said the exact same.

“Some day he’s just gonna go crazy,” Ross laughs and returns from the kitchen with a glass of water and a pack of some pills.

“I brought triazolam, take one and then we’ll settle into bed alright?” You nod and smile weakly. Ross gives you one small nod and leans in to kiss the side of your head.

Ross keeps stroking your hair when you take the medicine and chug the water. “Thanks,” you mumble when you’re done, putting both the glass and the pack of pills on the table in front of you.

You stand up, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into you. Ross laughs softly, his arms awkwardly wrapping around your back. You pay no mind to his struggle and press your cheek to his, your fingers slipping into the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Missed you,” you slurred, your words getting muffled by his shoulder.

“Missed you too, love.” Your eyes flutter shut as he continues his gentle ministrations, rubbing your back. He turns, nose bumping against yours, and he kisses you softly.

Ross sighs into your mouth. He cups your cheek, the line of your jaw familiar beneath his fingers. He tastes like powerade, you know he drank in the studio. The tension leaks out of your shoulders as he scratches his nails against your scalp, once, twice.

He trails a series of gentle kisses across your skin; your jaw, your cheeks, the edge of your lips. You remain near, so near that your nose brushes against his again.

“Bed?” He whispers against the corners of your mouth.

You hum softly and with reluctance you untangle yourself from him. Tossing back the blanket, you stand up. He reaches for your hand, and you smile sleepily at the comforting warmth of his fingers intertwined with yours.

Wrapping your other hand around his bicep, you follow him mindlessly to your room.

Ross is aware of your sleeping outfit but he knows that sometimes it’s better to change again when you can’t sleep. “D’you want to change?”

You do. You so badly want to but you’re over the top with your exhaustion. You just want to lie down. You stare at Ross, before sitting down on the edge of the bed, your legs giving out slowly.

Ross’ mouth curves into a smile. He turns his back and walks to your closet to pull out a shirt from him and a pair of sweatpants from you.

He walks towards you again, “arms up love.” You do as he says and you feel the cold air hit your chest but the feeling is replaced again when he pulls the shirt over your head. “There you go.”

He kneels in front of you to pull your shorts down. “Long sweatpants okay?” He asks and you nod, steadying yourself with your hand on his shoulder.

Ross slides the sweatpants up your legs gently, making sure you’re comfortable before standing up. “All set,” he says softly, making sure he changes just as fast.

He makes sure to set the bedroom how you like it. One open window, no light but the light on his side of the bed still on, for your exercises later. Every door closed.

Everything’s set so you settle under the covers and Ross climbs in beside you. “How do you feel?”

“Better,” you murmur, your voice trailing off as the drowsiness of the pill sets in. “Still don’t think I can sleep though.” The room is dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls.

“That’s alright, we’ll make it work.” Ross gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender and reassuring. “Let’s try a breathing exercise, okay? It might help you relax more,” he suggests softly.

You nod, willing to try anything at this point. Ross shifts closer, his presence a comforting anchor. “Alright, love. Close your eyes and listen to my voice.”

You close your eyes, focusing on the steady cadence of his words. “Breathe in slowly through your nose,” he instructs, his voice calm and soothing. “Count to four as you do. One... two... three... four.”

You follow his lead, drawing in a deep breath and feeling your chest rise with the intake of air. “Now hold it for four counts,” Ross continues, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. “One... two... three... four.”

You hold the breath, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to ease. “Now, exhale slowly through your mouth,” Ross says, his tone encouraging. “Count to six. One... two... three... four... five... six.”

You feel your chest relaxing after round 1 and now Ross puts a hand on your chest, to help you relax even more.

You release the breath, feeling the air leave your lungs in a slow, controlled stream. The tightness in your chest begins to loosen. “That’s it,” Ross murmurs, his fingers on his other hand tracing gentle circles on your shoulder. “Let’s do it again. In for four...”

You repeat the process, inhaling deeply and holding the breath before exhaling slowly. With each cycle, you feel the stress and worry melting away, replaced by a growing sense of calm.

Ross continues to guide you through the breathing exercise, his voice a steady presence in the dimly lit room. “You’re doing great,” he whispers after several rounds. “Just keep breathing, nice and slow.”

As you focus on your breath, the soothing rhythm begins to lull you into a deeper state of relaxation. The drowsiness from the pill, combined with Ross’s calming influence, starts to pull you towards sleep.

“Feeling better?” Ross asks softly, his hand still resting reassuringly on your shoulder.

“Mhm,” you murmur, the word barely audible, “Sorry you have to keep up with this often.”

“None of that love.” Ross replies, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love doing this f’ it means you can find rest.

As you both settle down, Ross moves behind you, propping himself up on one elbow. He begins to massage your scalp, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation is soothing, his touch gentle yet firm, aimed at releasing the tension that lingers.

“Just relax, love,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “Let go of everything.”

He uses his thumbs to apply a deep and firm pressure toward your skull, using circular movements to massage this area for some time.

Ross continues the massage, taking his time, ensuring that each touch is comforting. “How’s that feel?” he asks softly.

“Wonderful,” you reply, your voice a drowsy murmur.

“Good,” Ross whispers, his fingers still moving in slow circles. “Just keep breathing deeply. I’m here with you.”

The minutes pass in a tranquil haze, the room quiet except for the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional whisper from Ross. With his tender care, the insomnia that had gripped you starts to release its hold.

Feeling completely relaxed, you whisper, “I love you so much.”

Ross leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “I love you too,” he murmurs against your skin, his words a soft caress.

As his arms wrap around you, pulling you into a warm embrace, you feel his steady heartbeat against your back. The sense of safety and love envelops you, and you finally let yourself drift off to sleep. Ross continues to hold you close, his presence a comforting shield against the night.

[hanmaitani]

Symbols in Your Head

PAIRING - Tendou Satori x Reader WC - 1.3K GENRE - Fluff, Suggestive What You Missed - prompted by your best friend, semi eita, you realize that your interest in tendou satori was not one-sided like you thought and you enter a 'no feelings' casual fwb relationship with the red-head.

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There was a small tickle in your left ear. Something that you were struggling to ignore so as to not accidentally expose the earbud that was nestled there.

Music emanating from the device, quiet tunes to help you drown out the lecture you were in. A lecture that had nothing to do with your major but that was required by the university nonetheless. It was a familiar tune, one of your favorite albums playing to help you zone out as you traced your pencil around the paper.

You hadn’t really been paying attention, even to what your own hand was doing. Sketching up and down the margins of the page in your notebook, flipping it every now and then to give the illusion that you truly were taking notes. It wasn’t until the first zipper you heard that you finally looked up to the clock and realized that your professor had stopped speaking and classmates around the room were in different stages of packing and leaving.

Your notebook lay open on the table in front of you, your pencil now laying next to it. You finally had a moment, or gave yourself one, to inspect your little sketches.

The same symbol was traced over and over again. The same intricate twist of lines, each with different dimensions and shading than the last. You tilted your head in thought, lips pursing as you tried to think of where you’d seen the symbol before.

The buzz from your phone made you nearly jump as it sounded on the chair under you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Satori’s contact had lit up your phone and you caught your lips smiling against your will at his double text.

4:47pm from Miracle Boy: y/nnn 4:48pm from Miracle Boy: y/n oh y/n my sweet

It had been a few weeks now since your first night at Satori’s. He’d been nothing but sweet, taking it slow and at the pace you’d set as comfortable that night, and every night you’d been there since.

Well, every night and afternoon and morning you’d been there.

Satori and you tended to neglect having a set time to meet up, one of you randomly texting the other at any given point in a day. But you were sure you’d not gone a day without seeing him.

Even the days where you two weren’t hooking up, you were getting lunch in the courtyard between classes and he was chatting your ear off about something new with the team. Something you were always happy to listen to.

A third message buzzing onto your screen reminded you that you hadn’t moved yet. You jerked into motion, quickly packing up your things into your bag and heading for the door.

4:50pm from Miracle Boy: come over after class gets out?

You waited until you were outside and past the crowd of students who had filed out of the same building to fully open Satori’s message so that you could reply. You let out a short laugh at his words before starting your reply to him.

4:52pm from Y/N: hmm i dont know satori 4:52pm from Y/N: something in it for me? 4:53pm from Miracle Boy: is something in it for you? 4:53pm from Miracle Boy: oh sweets 4:54pm from Y/N: that a no? 4:54pm from Y/N: cheating out on me? 4:55pm from Y/N: tsk tsk and i thought we were getting somewhere 4:55pm from Miracle Boy: you know what... 4:56pm from Miracle Boy: now that i think of it... i think i brought some chocolates home from the shop

You nearly laughed out loud as you walked through the courtyard. You tapped on the gif search for your phone, looking for an image to display a batting of eyes for comedic effect.

4:57pm from Y/N: aw shucks... 4:58pm from Miracle Boy: oh did you want some? 4:58pm from Miracle Boy: i supposed i could spare some 4:59pm from Y/N: do i want some? uh they should be in my mouth already. c'mon now satori

You paused, steps faltering and processing how your words could be processed and quickly typed out another message to him.

4:59pm from Y/N: wait. 4:59pm from Y/N: don't say what i think you will 4:59pm from Miracle Boy: i mean... 5:00pm from Y/N: satori i swear to god i will turn around. it's not too late 5:01pm from Miracle Boy: so... you are coming? 5:01pm from Miracle Boy: am i that irresistible?

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and stopped in front of your dorm, instead turning towards his with an adjustment of your bag on your shoulder. You could almost see his smirk form on his lips from his message and it tugged the formation of your own.

5:02pm from Y/N: thin ice satori. thin. ice. 5:03pm from Miracle Boy: okay okay okay i'm sorry 5:03pm from Miracle Boy: forgive me :( 5:03pm from Y/N: hmm. maybe for some chocolates 5:04pm from Miracle Boy: deal lol 5:04pm from Miracle Boy: how close are you?

You looked up at his building and chuckled, slowing down your steps as you reached the end of yours.

5:05pm from Y/N: class got out somewhat-early 5:05pm from Y/N: so should be there in like 5 minutes maybe? 5:07pm from Miracle Boy: gasp 5:07pm from Miracle Boy: i dont know if i'll be cleaned up by then! what if my room is messy 5:08pm from Y/N: please satori shut. up. lmao 5:08pm from Y/N: come down and get me! i'm not walking up on my own again! 5:09pm from Miracle Boy: coming coming !!

You tucked your phone into your pocket and trained your eyes on the glass door, waiting for him to appear and lead you up.

You released a deep breath, your body still reeling from the phantom feelings of Satori's fingers and lips on your skin. You turned on your side and felt Satori's arm sling heavy over your torso like you'd gotten so used to.

You could feel the exhaustion seeping into your body, ready to close your eyes for a quick nap before a small glint caught your eye. You narrowed your gaze at the bedside lamp, fingers reaching out to grip onto the chain of the lamp. You turned the small charm hanging off the end in your fingers, blinking at it slowly.

"What's wrong?" Satori's voice was still gravelly, sleep coating it now as his grip tightened on your waist. He leaned up to look over your shoulder, to take in what you were seeing.

"This symbol..." you turned it over in your fingers one more time before turning your head to look up at where he was hovering above you, "have I ever seen it somewhere else?"

Satori tilted his head in thought for a second before shaking his head. "Not that I know of, I don't even think I've seen it somewhere else." He looked at the symbol as you tugged on the chain, turning off the light before letting it drop. "Why?"

You shook your head as you nestled back down into the pillow and his arms. "Nothing," you mumbled into the darkness, "just seems familiar." You tried to shake the thought out of your head.

You tried to shake the idea that tucked away in your bag across the room were pages of sketches of that symbol. All different dimensions and shadings. But all the same. All the same as that little symbol you stared at every time you fell asleep in Satori's bed.

a/n hoping it kinda comes off as him bleeding into her subconscious but idkkkk <3

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[hils79]

4 years ago today my dear friend @kpopingenue and I were talking and she sent me the MV for Wonderland because she liked it and thought I would too.

And, thus, my Ateez journey began.

I jokingly call it a slow burn relationship. I loved their music from the first time I listened to Wonderland but it took a few months before I checked out their albums and listened to their b-sides.

Even after that I still didn't know all their names (which is nothing against them, I'm the same with a lot of kpop groups I've been listening to for ages. I've been listening to Stray Kids for almost as long as I've been listening to Ateez and I still only know half the members).

Eventually, and I remember this clearly, in December 2021 I had a very vivid dream about buying Zero Fever Part 2 and I took that as a sign and ordered it as soon as I woke up.

It was funny because I knew some of the members at this point but not all of them and I had to text a photo of my photocards to a friend because I knew one of them was San, but I had no idea who the other one was (it was Yeosang).

After that, it became a pay day treat. Every month when I got paid, I'd treat myself to an Ateez album until I had them all. I now have at least one version of every album including all the Japanese ones.

And I finally sat down and watched a guide because if I was going to start collecting albums I should probably learn who everyone was.

Even after that I still struggled telling Yunho and Jongho apart for the longest time, and I have no idea why because now that I know them well I can see that they don't look anything like each other.

So, this carried on for a couple more years. I was happily collecting my albums and watching new MVs when they came out, but I still, for whatever reason, hadn't crossed the bridge into the fandom side of things. I was just quietly enjoying them by myself.

Then Will came out, and I don't know why, but that album rewired something in my brain. Suddenly I was fully obsessed. I watched Hongjoong's behind the scenes of Matz vlog, and suddenly I wanted to make gifs, but proper gifs not just a using a screen recorder which was all I'd ever done before.

I had an ancient version of Photoshop (which I have now upgraded) so I found a gif making tutorial for beginners. The gifs I made were very basic, but I had made them, and I was proud of myself for learning a thing.

Then I decided that to practice and learn new colouring styles, it would be fun to make gifs of all the Ateez MVs. So I did! It took a good few weeks of making a new set every evening, but I did it, and I can definitely see how I've improved as I've gone along.

And there we have it. 4 years from watching an MV to collecting albums to learning how to make gifs. And along the way I've reconnected with some old friends who love Ateez, and made some amazing new friends too. I went to my first ever cupsleeve in May, and I've been to a couple more since then, with another one on the calendar for later this month (happy birthday Mingi). And next time they come to the UK I am definitely going to try and get tickets, which will also make them my first kpop concert.

It's taken me a long time to get here, but the important thing is I made it.

Happy Ateez-versary to me!

[prettyyoungandbored]

Reason to Live - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!reader (goes by “Babydoll”)

Author’s Note: Currently OBSESSED with “Reason to Live” by KISS and this is what came out of it. This is before Y/N and Johnny’s relationship. Enjoy!

Warning: Y/N goes through it.

Song lyrics belong to KISS.

NOT MY GIF

Y/N was a hopeless romantic and although it was a part of her that she accepted, she also struggled with it. High school boys either didn’t want her or they chickened out. The guys in her 20’s were very much the same with the exception that they just wanted her as a fuck buddy.

She tried to be ok being a fuck buddy. She really did. But still, the hopeless romantic in her thought maybe she could be the one.

She never was.

“Girly, you know I love you more than anything,” Whitney began, putting her hand on her best friend’s shoulder, “but you can’t go around falling for guys that want nothing to do with you outside of sex.”

Y/N closed her eyes. “I know. I know this,” she sighed.

“I know you know,” Whitney said with a small smile.

Y/N opened one eye. “Are you also saying it because you’re tired of coming with me to the Hard Rock Cafè when I’m heartbroken?”

Whitney snorted. “This is not my scene, but I’ll go anywhere for you and with you. I just hate seeing you get like this.”

She got up from her chair. “I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Y/N nodded as she sipped her drink. Whitney had a point, sure, but still it didn’t-

Out of love, there's nobody around,

All I hear is the sound of a broken heart

Y/N’s head snapped up. Maybe the liquor was hitting her but also, maybe whoever was singing this song understood her.

Out of time, no more waitin' for you

Now the hurtin's through, and a new day starts

She eyed around to find out where the music was coming from. Her eyes landed on one of the many televisions. Her mouth hung open ajar as she got up from the bar and walked to the closest TV. Her eyes were glued to the music video playing.

And I feel a change in my life, I sailed into dark and endless nights

And made it alive

Everybody's got a reason to live, baby

Everybody's got a dream and a hunger inside

Everybody's got a reason to live, but it can't be your love

Something inside her called. Whoever was singing had a point.

Love, as great as it was, wasn’t the reason to live. She was built for better things in life. She needed to start living for her, not some guy.

“Y/N?!”

She snapped out of her thoughts and turned to see Whitney standing there.

“What’s going on here?” she asked. “You don’t need to be so close to the TV.”

“Who sings this?”

Whitney blinked. “It’s KISS.”

Y/N whipped her head. “It is?!”

“Yeah, remember my dad would play them all the time on the radio?” Whitney said.

Whitney’s dad was the rock radio DJ in their hometown. While Y/N and Whitney spent time there - and even worked there in high school - she wondered how she could’ve missed this song.

“Do you know the name of the song?”

Whitney shook her head. Y/N hurried back to her chair at the bar she reached into her purse, grabbing her notebook. She wrote down ‘KISS’ and a couple lyrics she remembered.

She bought the album the next day and it played on repeat for the entire week.

But the message stayed with her for two years.

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Two Years Later…

Out of touch, with myself for so long,

Now a feelin' so strong comin' over me

Y/N leaned her head back on the head rest and let the lyrics wash over her.

She was in her rental car parked right outside the hotel.

It took her two years to build herself up. To create a life where she felt fulfilled by her work and by her friends and family. She was doing great. Never better in fact.

Then she met Johnny Knoxville on her first day of “Jackass”and she found herself slipping back to her old ways.

He was ambitious, kind, courageous, funny, handsome as hell- she knew she was in trouble from the moment she laid eyes on him.

For the first couple weeks, she managed to keep it together. But sure enough, she found herself melting whenever he was around.

Down the line, there's a lesson I've learned

You can love and get burned, if it has to be

A rap at the car window broke her thoughts. Y/N snapped her head up to see Johnny Knoxville standing there.

She rolled down the window.

“Hey,” she exhaled, an embarrassed smile on her lips

“I wanted to make sure you were ok,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone fall asleep to KISS.”

“Yes! I just…long day and I’m exhausted,” she chuckled.

“You’re telling me.” He paused. “We were all over the place.”

“It was worth it considering all the great footage we got.”

“Hell yeah. You really brought a lot to the table today. It was impressive.”

She shrugged. “Just did my best.”

Johnny’s face softened. “You sure you’re ok?”

She nodded. “I promise.”

“Well, let me know if you need anything. See ya in the morning, Babydoll.”

Babydoll. That goddamn nickname that made her want to giggle and squeal. The first time she heard it she couldn’t stop smiling.

She rolled the window as Johnny walked away and she leaned back and sighed. Just then, she heard another knock and turned to see Holly at the window of the passenger seat.

Y/N unlocked it and Holly slid into the passenger.

“Hi there,” Holly greeted. “I saw you and Wonder Boy-.” She paused. “Is this KISS?”

Y/N turned down the radio. “Yeah.”

“Would you care to explain why you’re sitting in the car listening to KISS?”

Y/N sighed. “Look, you know I like Johnny, and I haven’t had a crush like this in a long time. It’s that kind of crush I want to shake off, but I just can’t.”

“Why would you want to shake it off?” Holly questioned with a pout.

“Because whenever I’ve had them in the past, I’ve just gotten let down.” Y/N pulled back her lips. “It used to be bad and then I heard this song…and I don’t know. It just kind of pulled me back up and reminded me there was more to life than crushes or falling in love and dating and shit. And it worked before.l

She sighed. “It’s not working anymore. I’ve been listening to it on replay since I got here because every time Johnny and I talk, those feelings come back and I don’t want to ruin anything.”

She felt a warmth on her hand. She looked down to see Holly holding her hand.

“I’m sorry you’ve been let down,” Holly said. “I know crushes suck. But maybe this one might work out. You never know until you give yourself a chance to put yourself out there.”

Y/N nodded. “Ok. I’ll try.”

“Good.”

Holly went to get out of the car when Y/N said, “I’m gonna give myself another couple of minutes in here. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Holly closed the car door and Y/N sighed. She then put the song on repeat.

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BONUS SCENE

Holly found Johnny, Steve-O, and Ryan talking in the hallway.

“PJ, a word?” she motioned.

He excused himself from the group when Steve-O shouted, “Don’t steal my girl, Knoxville!”

Johnny waved him off as he and Holly stood in the corner.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you,” she said. “Y/N likes you too, ok? I don’t know why she does, but she does.”

Johnny perked up. “What do you mean likes me too? Wait, what did she-.”

Holly held up her hand. “Don’t play this game with me, ok? Just make a move.”

He shoved his hands inside his jean pockets. “She just feels out of my league.”

“Yeah, she is,” Holly agreed. “But I also know you’re a good guy and you would be good for her and her for you. Listen, I’ll drive her to set tomorrow. I’ll slash her tire or something while she sleeps. You drive her home and ask her out, ok?”

Johnny nodded. “You got a deal.” Then it dawned on him. “Wait, you’re gonna do what?!”

[abiiors]

bestie could we get a lil ross angst/fluffiness about saying goodbye to him before he goes on tour?? xx

this turned into hurt/comfort because i am in that mood rn lol but i hope you like it <33

ross is in a shitty mood. you can tell. 

he hasn’t stopped shuffling (sulking) around the house, opening cupboards with more force than necessary and slamming them shut much to your growing annoyance. even when he was loading the dishwasher before, you were afraid he was going to break your precious china. 

“ross, can you not?” you ask after another door-slam. so fine, he’s in a bad mood. you don’t feel so peachy yourself. and all the noise isn’t helping. 

“not what,” he retorts, going back to yanking a plate out of the dishwasher. it clinks against the other stuff, the noise grating on you again. 

“stop that!” you chastise, this time with a raised voice. “you’re going to chip them.”

ross huffs, setting the plate down much harder than necessary. “can’t do anything well enough, can i?”

his voice is laced with irritation, his brows knitted. when you gape at him, ross turns around. 

“i didn’t say that!”

“we have been together long enough for me to know what you’re thinking,” he mumbles. if his intention was to mumble it to himself, he’s failed because you hear it clear as day. 

“ross. what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“nothing.”

“it’s not nothing! you’ve been moping all day!” now your voice is properly raised. and ross still hasn’t turned around, continuing his assault on your precious plates. 

“can you at least talk to me?” you try to be gentle, you do, but it ends up coming out as a screech.

“jesus fucking christ, can’t deal with you right now.” he slams the plate down and storms out of the kitchen, leaving you staring at the half-empty dishwasher. 

in a few moments, you hear the bedroom door thudding shut. great…

soon enough, the anger trickles out though, leaving you filled with worry and an empty kind of sadness that only creeps in after you and ross have a fight. and even though you know that this was more of an argument, you still can’t get rid of the nagging feeling that something is wrong. 

so you swallow your pride, and make your way upstairs, fully prepared to apologise. 

as soon as you open the bedroom door, you’re greeted with the sight of ross sitting on the edge of the bed, head hanging, as he stares at his lap. he barely even looks up when he hears you walk in. doesn’t move at all until you’re kneeling in front of him, making him look at you. 

“baby, come on…” this time, your voice is gentle. “i’m sorry about yelling at you before. i really wasn’t thinking that, i promise.”

ross only shakes his head, gesturing for you to sit next to him. 

“i know,” he sighs. “i’m sorry too, i–i know that’s not what you were trying to say. it’s just…” he swallows, clearly struggling to get the words out. 

ross shakes his head. you move to get closer to him, holding his hand in yours. “you know you can tell me anything right?”

“yeah…” he sighs again, finally looking up at you. the little crease between his eyebrows deepens. 

“they’re adding new dates to the tour,” he whispers, “one of them falls on your birthday. i… i am going to miss that.”

oh. 

so that’s what this is about. 

you’re about to speak up, telling him that it’s not ideal but it’s not the end of the world but now that he’s started speaking, he wants to get it all out. 

“last year, i missed our anniversary. this year we barely got to have one because of the album release and now… now i’m going to miss your birthday,” he shakes his head, a few strands come loose. 

“i’m already leaving in a few days and here i am, fighting with you for no reason. i’m so sorry sweetheart, for taking my anger out on you.”

the sight of him breaks your heart, he looks so sad. it wasn’t anger, you realise. it was guilt. his comment about you thinking he couldn’t do things well enough… that was him projecting. 

“oh, ross…” you place a hand on his cheek. he nuzzles into it, closing his eyes. 

“i keep missing all these important days. i keep missing you so much when i’m away. what happens when… what happens when you decide you’re done feeling like this? what happens when you feel like you just want a normal man. a normal relationship.” his voice sounds like he’s speaking through a lump in his throat. it checks out when you take in his red-rimmed eyes. 

you move, shifting to sit on his lap so you can cradle his face in your hands. he holds onto you, leaning into your touch. 

“i don’t want a so-called normal relationship, do you hear me? i want you.” your voice comes out firm; no room for argument. nothing he can dispute. “sure, missing birthdays and anniversaries is not ideal but that’s still months away, my love. we can figure something out. i can come visit you, does that sound good?”

he nods, turning his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand. 

“ross, i love you, i am not going to leave over something so trivial…”

he nods again, mumbling a small “i love you” back. you continue. “next time if you’re spiraling, just come talk to me, yeah? we’re supposed to be partners. you can’t let things like these eat at you and suffer in silence.”

“i know i…” ross clears his throat, breathing in deeply. “i should have talked to you days ago. i shouldn’t have let it fester. forgive me?”

“forgiven,” you reply instantly, smiling at him. “now give me a kiss. let’s just write today off. be lazy in bed. we can figure out everything else tomorrow.”

“i would like that,” he speaks, already leaning in for a kiss, already looking much better than before.