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lovrsm · 5 months

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ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ

sum: in which your brother invites you to a party, and oh god, you're so glad you accepted.

word count: 2.4k

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warnings: drinking, curse words & insinuation of cheating.

Spotify - Apple Music

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ

"you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk"

Monaco was such a lovely place, when my brother had told me about it I thought he was exaggerating. I mean, it wouldn't be that weird if he had, he's always excited about everything, he's the kind of guy who makes you see as if the world is made of bright rainbow colors, and I believe him.

I arrived from the airport about 2 hours ago, I was on my way to the hotel where Lando was staying, he told me he got another room for me. How could I say no?

He called me yesterday at about 3pm

"No, I'm telling you, IT WILL BE THE PARTY OF THE YEAR!" he screamed over the phone, making me laugh.

"Lando, I just came from signing with my sponsors, they expect me to write more songs in a 4 months period, you know how complicated that's going to be?" I exhaled, taking off my heels, tossing them across the room as I lay down on the couch. I was exhausted.

"C'mon, you'll have plenty of things to write songs about, look, I can already hear it!" he started to hum a catchy tone, making the corners of my mouth go up. "Lando... Jake won't be able to be there, god, I don't even know if he'll want me to be there, you know?"

I could already see him in the doorway telling me where am I.

Sure, he was on canada filming, but what if he finds out?

"I'm not even letting you say no, I'm already booking tickets, get all you need, you can even shop here if you want, I just want my sister with me tomorrow night with me"

"You better go get me at the airport Lando Norris."

"I wont let you down peanut" He chuckled and hung up on me.

Well he kinda let me down, he couldn't come get me due to some last minute meeting he had. I don't really mind, I know having a busy life is exhausting.

I thanked the taxi driver giving his a generous tip, my bodyguard helped me get out my suitcases, I had a hoodie and black sunglasses, he had a casual outfit so we wouldn't stand out.

For being a top artist in the whole world, I did not like having that much security. But it was an obligation, not an option, I had to stick to what my manager and team asks me to do.

After a busy day of shopping and walking around the streets, I could barely feel my feet. I had gotten a beautiful short red dress. Perfect fit for the occasion. It was just 7p.m. and Lando had texted me he was on his way to my dorm.

The door opened to reveal my very festive brother in the other side "You're here!" "I'm here!" I screamed back jumping into his arms.

We catched up, he was telling me about how he checked the track, for the next season, since we were in December. Although I never really understood racing, when we were kids our parents would take us out to the karts, and I'd always crash while he was beating all of us who tried to play.

He focused on sports and I focused on music, since I was 12 years old I learned to play the guitar. My mom used to tell me that I was a genius at writing songs, I guess many people think the same.

Time passed by too fast, with him I felt like an hour were just 5 minutes.

After hating each other all our childhood, we became closer than ever after my career and his took off. I think it was because we were twins, we hated it when people said we acted the same, because physically we are not alike at all. I am so much prettier, obviously.

it was already 8 o'clock "I'm leaving, I should get ready, do you wanna come with me?"

"I'd stopped talking to you if you let me get there alone, I know none of these guys Lando."

"I'm sure you'll know somebody miss famous." He bumped my shoulder and left my room, entering to his which was next door.

I took my time getting ready. God, I love being a woman. I took a bath, fixed my hair, put on my make-up and finally there was the dress, hanging on the bathroom door. I think it is one of the most beautiful dresses I have ever seen in my life.

How did I manage to put on the mini dress correctly by myself? I don't even know, but I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. God if only someone could look at me.

Oh wait! There is someone, I grabbed my phone to click his name, my phone started to ring. I waited patiently, but he did not answer. So I called him once more, this time he did answer.

I heard loud music and singing in the back. "What do you need?" he asked, I could hear the irritation in his voice. "I wanted to hear from you, we haven't talked-"

"We talked last Monday, wasn't that enough? I'm busy." He interrupted me.

"Where are you?" I asked intrigued this time.

"Uhm... I'm in the bar with some friends"

"Oh and that's just more important than your girlfriend?" I raised my voice at him, I was now sitting the edge on the bed.

"Look, I don't want to fight, just call me later." He said, basically hanging the phone. "Jake..." I said before he could do so.

"What?" He sounded desperate. "Take care." I said.

"Ok" He hung. I felt disgusted, why? not idea, I just felt dirty, as if I was forcing him to talk to me. I took some deep breathes so I could calm my nerves down.

I don't even want to go out anymore.

I tried hard not to cry, I wasn't going to ruin my makeup over some small argument, I'm sure tomorrow we'll be alright, we always end up alright.

It felt as an eternity till I heard a knock on my door, I quickly grabbed my bag, looked in the mirror once more to fix my dark wavy hair, and rushed to the door. I opened it, in the side was Lando, his back on the wall while he was looking at his phone.

He turned it off and looked at me, I smiled "Ready to go Peanut?"

"Lets go"

We finally got to the club, electronic music was blasting off, people were already drunk, and boy they didn't even tried to hide it.

We had to basically run to the VIP area, I didn't said anything to my bodyguard about this, besides, he can use a break.

Lando was immediately greeted by everyone who was in the room. "LANDO!" A man screamed to him "Ayee, we're here!" He said hugging the man, and patting him in the back. "you're so late, you were the only ones missing!"

"we're here Pierre, I'd like to present to you all my sister!" He hugged me by the side and I waved with a smile on my face. It seemed that most of them recognized me, because some of them just stood there in shock "Hey everyone, ready to get wasted?" I laughed, that made them less tense and cheered, lifting their cups.

Lando gave a me a sweet kiss in my head, "see, you'll be fine, have some fun peanut!" I let go and we both went our own way.

I started to talk to a girl, her name is Kika, I learnt she was the girlfriend of a guy named Pierre Gasly. I've heard about him but no one ever told me how fun his girlfriend was!

"Girl, you should try this margarita, the most wholesome thing you'll have in your life!"

She was not kidding with that. In a few minutes, I had asked for... about 5 of them, or maybe just 13.

I had talked to everyone in the room by 10 pm, they were all so fun, and the energy was of another planet.

"Yeah, and then Max would make that grumpy face. I swear he looks like and old man!"

"very mature Lando, so mature." I bursted out laughing. "LECLERC HAS ARRIVED!" I heard someone scream in the entrance, and in seconds half of the group was there greeting the guy.

I decided I was going to take something else than a margarita. I walked up to the bartender, who definitely did not understood me. I don't know if I was speaking too softly or if I was just way too drunk to talk, but I decided to leave, I turned around and bumped into someone.

I was about to loose my balance till his arms were wrapped around my waist, I was able to stand straight. "are you alright?" he asked.

I looked into his eyes, green eyes "what?"was all I could manage. "Are you alright?" He asked again, I now noticed a thick accent, I bursted out laughing for that.

He looked so confused, he let go and chuckled with me. For a second it was as if the whole club was quiet. I looked again at him, and I immediately looked down at the floor. He grabbed my hand, the lights went out for a second and my world spun. My legs were about to give up.

His touch was... it was, god I can't even say it.

"I'm Charles, what's your name?"

I bit my lip, what went out of my mouth was definitely not what I wanted to say. "Do you always talk like that?" I asked a bit to seriously, I chuckled so that I wasn't that rude.

"Yeah, my first language isn't english."

"Huh." I said, I felt as if he had a goddamn magnetic field and it was pulling me towards him, I couldn't stand it.

I ran off to the other side of the room, leaving him standing alone next to the bar.

All night.

All night I couldn't stop thinking about him, his hand touching my hand in the darkened room...

and I made fun of the way he talked.

I'm never drinking again.

Yet there I was, in the bar once more, asking for whiskey. Mature, so mature.

I kept bouncing back and forth between the people there, once I saw Charles walking to my way, I would ran to the other side of the room.

I have a boyfriend for gods sake! I can't be thinking these unhealthy things about him.

But, I mean, can you blame me?

Look at him.

His first two buttons were unbottened which made him look so attractive. And you should see his dimples, he's so gorgeous it actually fucking hurts!

"So you're not going to talk to me?" I heard a voice behind my ear. His chest touching my back. I didn't move, but I did answer.

"Who said I wasn't going to?" I asked playfully, with a grin on my face, knowing he couldn’t see me.

He hummed in my ear, before he turned me to look him in the eye, he grabbed my neck, but he didn't kiss me. Instead, he brought his lips back to my ear.

"Then why do you keep running, huh?" His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine. I was dumbfolded by his actions, he took a step back to look at me.

I looked into his eyes, I was absolutely taking him in. I looked at his dimples because of the grin he had in his face. His eyebrows, his slightly sweaty hair, with pieces of it falling into his face.

I couldn't help myself, I noticed how he looked into my eyes, and then to my mouth.

What if..?

I asked to myself, I closed my eyes and got closer to him, waiting for a kiss. But he grabbed me by my hips pulling me back.

"You're far too drunk, ma chou" I heard and opened my eyes, he gave me a sympathetic smile. I felt dumb for a second, but after seeing his face... I think I might be falling.

"Why don't we leave, would you like that?" I hugged him, my head in his neck. I nodded as fast as I could. He grabbed me and in a second, we were in his car.

For sure the alcohol got to my head that night.

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sweet-creature101 · 1 year

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Kiwi

Summary: Harry recently started his solo carrier and Sarah recommmeds y/n as his lead guitarist. Harry finds himself intimidated by y/n and y/n could not care less.

famous!harry ; an enemies to lovers trope

part two

warnings: mention of alcohol. Swearing. Suggestive language and sexual tension.

“Come on Harry trust me on this. It won’t go downhill. She’s really good.” Sarah pleaded her case for the tenth time since the past one hour. Harry was certain she would talk his ear off.

“What was her name again?” Mitch asked Sarah.

“Y/n.”

“Sarah, I don’t know about this. I’ve known you all since a long time and it’s easy to work with you.” Harry said, slightly skeptical about a new addition to his team.

Harry knew who you were, a very successful songwriter and one hell of a guitar player. He knew you worked with bands like 5sos, 21 Pilots and even wrote a few songs on Taylor’s swifts album, Reputation. He saw you at a concert once and immediately fell in love with the way your presence consumed the concert wholly. No one cared about who was singing because everyone’s eyes were fixated on the young seductress clad in black leather and playing her instrument as if her life depended on it.

“You can only grow if you’re out of your comfort zone.” Sarah firmly stated, crossing her arms over her chest huffing out a breath.

Harry thought about it for a good minute. He needed someone with experience and you seemed to have it. You knew how to write and what to write. Perhaps a little experiment wouldn’t be so bad.

“Okay. I’m trusting your judgement on this.” Harry said nodding.

“Great because y/n’s in the elevator right now.” Sarah said giggling slightly. “Thank God you didn’t say no. Would’ve been a difficult conversation.” She mumbled, relived at how the situation panned out.

The apartment bell rang and Sarah jumped out of her seat startling Mitch who was sitting next to her. She took long strides towards the door.

“Y/n! Oh my gosh, it’s been ages! You look wonderful!” Sarah said hugging you. You smiled and hugged her back, glad to meet her once again after what seemed like a century.

“Thank you. How’ve you been?” You asked her, not bothering to take note of the two men who seemed to scrutinise your interaction with quite a lot of concentration.

“Same ol’ same ol” Sarah chuckled as she let you in.

“Harry, Mitch meet y/n.” Sarah introduced you to them. You found yourself in an awkward postion so you simply gave a wave and a loose smile.

If Harry was a ball of sunshine then you were a raging hurricane. The two of you were polar opposites. Harry radiated warmth and seemed to be the kind of person whom other people could talk to. Meanwhile you on the other hand were someone who kept to themselves.

Harry couldn’t help but notice your sweeping eyeliner. He observed it quite attentively, how it was winged at the edge of your eye and in the inner corner as well in a feline manner. You wore low waisted jeans with a fitted graphic black tee shirt that ended just below your navel, showing a silver of skin.

“So y/n, what’s your work like?” Mitch asked you.

“I write mainly rock but I’m open to new suggestions.” You said. Sarah nodded as if to say ‘awesome.’

Your voice was firm and authoritative as you answered the question. Harry found himself completly entranced by this complexity of a person that stood in front of him. He figured it out the minute you walked into the room with your head held high that working with you wouldn’t be easy.

“Do you have any questions Harry?” Sarah asked him. Harry only nodded no.

“Great. Im going out for a smoke.” You said leaving the three of them alone again.

“She’s scary.” Harry said once the door shut. Sarah rolled her eyes in response. “She’s a no nonsense person Harry.”

“And scary.” He added again.

“I know you’re not used to people like her. Just because you’re both literal opposites doesn’t mean she’ll eat you alive.” Sarah snorted. “You like her, don’t you Mitch?” Sarah asked him. Mitch only swallowed and replied, “I like her better on stage.”

“Oh hush both of you. Give her time.”

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“It doesn’t sound good.” Harry huffed out impatiently, staring at the lyrics he scribbled. It had been more than a week since everyone started to work on his debut album.

Harry began to habour a certain disliking for you, owing to lack of your participation and one word answers. You would sit away from everyone, scribble in your diary and would rarely look up from its pages.

“You know what guys, let’s just take a breather yeah?” Jeff, Harry’s manager said getting up from his chair and stretching his legs.

“I’m going out for a walk.” Sarah said, pulling Mitch to his feet as well. Harry was about to get up as well but Sarah mouthed to him; ‘talk to her’ as she gestured towards you. Harry looked at her with wide eyes and was ready to protest but Sarah was quick on her feet.

“Y/n.” Harry called out your name. You looked up at him, the loose strands strands of your braid fell down framing your face. You raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘speak on.’

Harry cleared his throat. “What are you writing?”

“Nothing much. Just an idea.” You said. That was the most you had spoken.

Harry noticed that today, there was no eyeliner but smudged kohl lining your eyes. You opted for a plain white tank top and a pair of mini cargo shorts. A surprise for Harry who was much too used to seeing you in black.

“I think, everyone would appreciate it if you would participate more you know?” Harry said. You only nodded and went back to scribbling.

“See! This is what you do y/n. You don’t talk. You’re so busy doing God knows what. I get it, you know you’re talented but that doesn’t mean you’re better than us.” Harry exploded. You shut your dairy hard and stared at him with rage.

“It’s been almost two weeks since you joined us. Have you contributed in any way?” Harry added, his voice reaching a higher octave and getting louder by the second.

“First of all, I don’t think I’m fucking better than you and second of all, instead of blaming me why don’t you recognise the fact that you’re scared and absolutely clueless.” You spat at him.

“I’m not scared.” Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah right.” You scoffed rolling your eyes. “You’re so scared that you’re putting the blame on me just because I’m the newbie. This solo carrier is new to you and that terrifies the shit out of you Harry. So much that you can’t even work. If I have to be the punching bag then I’m fucking leaving.” You stated grabbing your bag.

“You don’t know shit y/n.”

You didnt care about what Harry said next as you walked out of the room.

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“Was it really necessary Harry?” Jeff said, rubbing his head with his hands. The stress of not having completed the album began to increase.

“I told you, ‘give her some time.’ Did you do that Harry? No. You just had to say something.” Sarah said, flinging her arms in the air.

“I mean, was Harry wrong though? Y/n was… just there you know. She didn’t talk, she didn’t help. Good riddance I say.” Mitch said.

The whole group was torn up over this. Harry began to feel guilt overpower him, but the rage he felt at your words was far too much for him to hone. He knew you were right and he hated you for that. He hated you for the fact that you were so good at reading him. Harry knew that you didn’t talk because you were shy but because you never found yourself as engaged as the others. You were aloof, and gave the impression that nothing bothered you at all.

“It’s been what; six days since she stormed off?” Jeff asked harry.

“Seven.”

“Jesus.”

Harry was certain that you overreacted to the situation. Granted, you didn’t want to be here and Harry left no stone unturned when it came to reminding you his dislike for you.

The door bell rang, Harry got up to look through the key hole. He felt the colour drain from his face. It was you. Standing in front of the door.

“It’s her.” Harry whispered with his eyes wide.

“You know I can hear you, ya dick. Open the door or I’m leaving.” You, irritation lacing your face.

You began to hate Harry or at least develop an aggressive aversion towards him as time passed. You hated how he seemed to have enough energy throughout the day to burst into a song. You hated that he was all smiles and giggles every second of the day. The only one thing you liked about him was how intimadated he was by you. But you knew that he could be much more terrifying than you when the time came.

“Pick your poison.” Mitch said.

Harry opened the door to meet your black smudged eyes. You push him as you enter the room and slam the diary on the centre table with a loud thud.

“Here you go. You said Im no help at all. Well I beg to differ. I’ve written three songs.” You said. Harry picked up the diary and flipped through the pages.

Kiwi

Medicine

Only angel

Strange names for such explicit songs.

Harry passed the diary to Sarah who looked at the songs with amazement.

“Harry we’ve got to add these.” Sarah said, excitement lacing her eyes.

“I don’t need anyone to plead my case. If he likes them, good enough.” You said, your voice unwavering as you looked at Harry who narrowed his eyes at you.

“I like them.”

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Within a week, all recordings were done and the album was ready to launch. Jeff suggested that the four of you should to go out, let off some steam because life would never be the same once the album got released.

Everyone was quite surprised when you suggested a place to party. You were quite intent on getting shit faced because the past month had been a whirlwind to say the least.

You wore a black mini dress, encased with sequins that was backless. Your eyes were lined with heavy kohl and mascara. Your whole face was bare other than your eyes.

“Johnnieeeee!” You exclaim to the large bouncer, a smile on your face as you high five him.

“Y/n been a long time. I see you’ve got friends.” He said, eyeing the people behind you.

Sarah felt that the club you brought them to too was far too dark and dingy for her liking. It was dark and the music was blaring. The club smelt of sex, drugs and alcohol. Your natural habitat. She held Mitchs hand in hers who was amused at her behaviour.

“I promise I’ll be good.” You say, looking up at him with doe eyes and a sly smile. John chuckled and let you in the club.

“We have go to do shots.” You exclaim to all three of them. Harry was surprised at your behaviour to say the least, he never would’ve pegged you as someone who even had the ability to smile let alone laugh.

“Nope. I’m driving.” Sarah said throwing her hands up in the air.

“Jeez such a buzzkill.” You said making Sarah roll her eyes. You stuck your tongue out at her as you made your way to the bar with Harry and Mitch.

“Don’t stop till your at least ten shots down.” You said with a cunning smile and excited eyes.

“Ten?!” Mitch exclaimed.

“Six.” Harry interjected.

“Deal.”

Harry learnt a great deal about that night. Especially the fact that you have a tendency to dance with almost anyone and everyone.

He saw you make your way to the dancefloor, not bothered about the fact that you had no one to dance with. You swayed your hips to the song, your arms moving and a bright smile etched on your face. You were surrounded by men and women. Harry saw you dance with a man whom you didn’t know, he wished you would be that carefree with him.

After an hour of drinking and talking, Harry found you dancing on the table with a few other people.

“Is this normal?” He asked Sarah who snickered in response. “Yep. She’s a fun drunk.”

You spot Harry and get down from the table, stumbling forward. The strap of your heel loosened and Harry quickly caught hold of you.

“Wait a second.” Harry said, as he kneeled down to fix your strap. Once he got up he saw your glassy eyes laiden with lust and simply smirked.

“You like watching me get down on my knees for you, huh?” Harry whispered in your ear, his grip harsh around your waist as he pulled you towards himself . You felt heat rise up your thighs and stomach.

“Isn’t that what men are good for anways?” You whispered, closing any gap you two had as you put one hand behind his neck, tugging him closer to you. “Don’t think this changes anything betwen us Styles. You’re still a nightmare.” You whispered to him in his ear slowly.

You stood so close to each other that you could feel each others heat radiate. Harry’s heart raced as his eyes met yours. You were cautious with your gaze, afraid that if you looked any longer in his eyes, he might spot the hunger in yours just as you might see his making you lose any self control you exercised.

“I have someone waiting for me.” You spoke, breaking the silence. Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement as his hands wandered down your waist to your lower back. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he left a bite there. You let out a soft moan, turning into complete putty in his grip.

“I could fuck you much better y/n.” He said, his voice dangerously low.

“I don’t want to be fucked missionary style that’ll leave me unsatisfied.”

“Your moan said otherwise.”

Two can play this game.

You wiggled out of his grip, ignoring the throbbing between your legs as you sauntered towards the dance floor, blowing a kiss at Harry from a distance.

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“Hello?” Your groggy voice spoke into the microphone of your phone. Your head throbbing due to last night.

“Y/n. Where are you?” Jeff asked you.

“Home.”

“Come over to Harry’s. Got something to discuss.”

“I’ll be there in five.” You said before hanging up on the phone.

You washed your face, put on a large tee shirt and an oversized pair of sunglasses. You brushed your hair and slipped into your slippers. It was a ten minute drive to Harry’s house. The radio was silent. The windows were rolled down because you needed fresh air now more than ever.

You reached his flat and rang the doorbell.

“My my look who’s here.” Harry taunted as he opened the door to see you in an oversized tee shirt, legs bare and slippers. He couldn’t control all the thoughts that seemed to slip in and out his head as he saw your legs.

“Show me your eyes love.” Harry snickered knowing they must be bloodshot. You flipped him off and plopped down on the bean bag, groaning as you held your head.

“You seemed to have a lot of fun last night.” Mitch said, getting a stare from Sarah. “You should see the videos.” He added. Your head shot up at his words.

“Videos?”

“Yep. They’re too good.” He snickered. You removed your sunglasses and pounced at Harry who began to play videos of you dancing on table tops.

“Give. Me. The. Damn. Phone.” You said in between breathes as you attempted to strangle Harry. You were about to smack Harry but he picked you up by your waist, throwing you on his shoulder.

“Put me down.” You stated firmly.

“Only if you don’t strangle me.” Harry said chuckling at your sorry state.

“I don’t make promises Styles.”

“Too bad. I’ll post it if you continue to be a brat.” He said.

“Fine.”

Harry put you down, running a hand through your messy hair which you swatted off. He noticed how young you looked without lining your eyes, a different girl, perhaps even innocent. You looked like a doe. You looked beautiful.

“You’re drolling on the carpet Styles.” You said rolling your eyes at him.

“Am I supposed to deny that I find you attractive?” He questioned, his voice low and alluring. He spoke slow enough to make your thighs quiver. Your mind suddenly flashed you images of how his large hand felt against your waist last night.

“I’m too hungover for this.” The only defense left.

This was new to you. This feeling of loathing someone to no extent but also finding them undeniably attractive. Attractive enough to make your thoughts wander off to forbidden places and scenarios.

“What happened to your neck?” Sarah said, noticing the love bite that Harry left the other night. You rolled your head back as you rubbed your eyes with a yawn. Harry felt proud to say the least, he smirked and winked at you while you barely controlled the urge to smash his face in the table neck to him.

“Why am I even here?” You said groaning. “The work is done. The albums done. What do you possibly need for me now?” You added.

“Come to tour with us.” Jeff said, his manager persona now showing.

“What?”

“Yes.”

“It wasn’t in the contract Jeff.”

“Consider this, an impromptu decision.” He reasoned with you.

“I’ll do only concerts. No interviews. No playing for videos and no recordings.” You said.

“Deal.”

You huffed a breath as you reached for the glass of water next to you. “That’s mine!” Harry whined. You flipped him off as you wore your sunglasses and went to sleep.

“Oh y/n what’s your Instagram?” Jeff asked. You scoffed at his question, “don’t have one.” You simply said. “Well, Harry follows his band members so-”

“No.” and with that you went to sleep.

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The album was a success to say the least. Everyone seemed to recognise Harry as Harry styles and not as Harry from One Direction. It was bitter sweet to say the least. Harry was excited and enthralled to be able to embark a whole new journey.

The album release party was a success. But you weren’t there, Harry had called you not once but twice asking you why you weren’t there.

“Y/n, it’s already six, why aren’t you at the party?” Harry asked you on call.

“Because I didn’t plan on going.” A short answer. Your one word answers now began to become a bit longer but they annoyed Harry nonetheless.

“The whole band’s here.”

“I’m not part of your band Harry. I helped you write your songs.” You stated.

“But you’re going to tour with us.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

And now as Harry stood in front of the stage, waiting for the crowd to pour in, he wondered where you were. You had insisted on driving to the show venue on your own instead of travelling with the band. Harry tried to persuade you but you didn’t budge.

“Is she here?” Harry asked Jeff who only nodded no. Harry was getting worried now. He was supposed to get ready, but he was much to engaged in wondering about your whereabouts. It was his first show and your words about him being scared rang in his head.

“She’ll be here don’t worry.” Jeff said.

By the time Harry got ready, he spotted you, a cigarette in your mouth as you look towards the stage. You wore a latex, dark emerald coloured waistcoat that resembled a corset. It pushed your breasts together and ended just above the curve of your waist. You wore low waisted black bell bottoms. The waistcoat and the bell bottoms gave off the illusion of an hourglass figure. Your eyes were covered in your signature feline eyeliner, curving in the inner and outer corner of your eye.

“Y/n!” Harry called your name. You looked up at him, a lazy smile on your face as you disposed the cigarette.

“My my look at you styles. A fucking prince you are.” You said snickering. Harry stuck his tongue out at you. He wore a red blazer clad with black flowers and the same pattern was all over his trousers. His hair were unruly yet only added to his charm.

“Ya scared?” You asked him.

“No. I mean, I’m just…. excited yet scared you know?”

“Hmm.”

“You stick out like a sore thumb.” Harry said, his eyebrows raised at you as he scanned you up and down.

“Excuse me for not wanting to dress up as a fucking rainbow.” You said scowling at Harry who passed you a smile. “Y’know what would really go well with your top?” Harry said, his eyes twinkling. “What?”

“Wait.” Harry ran off of to his dressing room, fetching a silver cross necklace. The cross was heavy and large, engraved with swirls and very small rubies decorating it. Harry gestured you to turn around, his hands brushed against your skin as he snapped it’s lock in place. The cross rested against the curve of your breasts, demanding attention and praise. “How about a hickey to tie your look together?” Harry questioned.

“From you? Not even in your dreams Styles.” You said. Harry smirked at you and went towards the stage.

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Harry felt alive. He felt free and invincible on stage. But you, you were the personification of sex. The minute Kiwi began to play, the crowds focus shifted from Harry to you.

You whipped your hair back and forth, your back arching, a cigarette encased in your pink lips, sweat gleaming down the curves of your waist, breasts and arms. The crowd went absolutely wild as you winked at them. Harry’s photographer, Lloyd was entranced with you. He couldn’t help but photograph you. Your eyebrows were sinched together in focus, your eyes closed, your mouth slightly open and your body fully arched.

After the first concert, the fans and media were deep diving into who you were and tried to uncover your identity. As the tour progressed, the crowd began to make posters stating things like “we’re here for y/n!” “Give us y/n!”

There were pictures of you everywhere, playing the guitar as your face morphed into an expression which Harry called your “orgasm face.”

Harry was asked about you during interviews as well, the media was left questioning about your identity and they found themselves allured by a recent stunt you pulled at a concert.

You jumped off the stage during Medicine and went up to a man, roughly around your age if not older. The man lit the cigarette in your mouth with his lighter as you winked at him and murmured “thank you love.”

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The tour had finally ended. You were in your dressing room, your chest heaving up and down. The adrenaline after the show still lingering in your blood stream. You removed your top and were standing in your bra, the minute Harry barged in.

“Knock on my door ya’dick!” You said, crossing your arms over your chest which did nothing at all to ease Harry since your breasts were pushed up.

After months of sexual tension, Harry finally felt himself crack.

“Got to teach you some manners.” You murmured.

“Really?” He tutted, pulling you by the loop of your jeans.

You understood where this was heading. “Hmm.” You hummed, moving your hands slowly on the buttons of his shirt. Harry caught your wrist making you look up at him. He looked in your eyes, deep and seriously as if to contemplate his actions. You pulled him by his neck, close enough that your foreheads touched.

“M’gonna regret this.” He whispered. He didn’t give you a chance to respond as he connected his lips to yours, his tongue swirling in your mouth. His hands wandered down the curve of your spine and lingered there. You deepened the kiss, letting your hunger overpower you. He wasn’t close enough, you needed his skin next to yours, rubbing, you needed to feel him, you needed him.

There was a knock on the door, you immediately recoil away from Harry although his hands were still on your bare back. “Y/n, Vanessa’s here for you.” Laura, his assistant said.

Vanessa and you were supposed to head out to paris the next morning. Harry felt a hole cave in his chest, remembering about your departure.

“I’ll be there.” You said.

You kissed Harry, a sweet and soulful kiss. Not the one that was ruled with consumption and the urge to mark.

“You should stay.” Harry whispered, holding you.

“I never stay anywhere for too long.”

Harry looked at you, his eyes staring into yours as you squeezed his hand. “Who’re you gonna strangle now?” You laughed remembering all the times you tried to strangle and choke him, resting your head on his chest.

“I’ve got to go.” You said, slipping out of his grip, slipping on a tee shirt as you picked up your stuff.

Harry looked at you with a look of longing. How stupid. How cruel. How unfair. He thought to himself as he saw you leave.

“When will I see you again?” He asked you.

“When it’s the right time.” You said, kissing his cheek.

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i need to get fucked by tom when he realizes how turned on i get from him humping his guitar 💀

live every second | Tom Kaulitz

you stood behind the scenes, your arms folded against your chest as you smiled brightly watching tom run around the stage and jump.

he kept inciting the fans to scream as a grin spread across his face. they were all rocking it.

the show had been amazing, everything was impeccable, and the crowd was CRAZY. i had never seen such a turned up crowd.

they were singing “live every second” now and of course, the fans knew every word. i found myself singing too as i danced with my best friend, jessica, she was gustav’s girl.

finally, the part that i think everyone was waiting for arrived. tom and georg stopped playing as gustav’s drums accompanied bill’s singing as he said “live every second”.

your heart began to beat faster knowing what tom was about to do.

“he’s doing it. he’s doing it.” you repeated to jessica as she laughed, grabbing you arm.

tom took his guitar and as usual, he began humping it, his hips going back and forth. the crowd screamed even louder than before and you just wanted to join them, even though he was your boyfriend.

“oh girl, that’s what he will do to you tonight.” your friend said while she kept giggling at your expression.

your jaw was literally about to touch the ground. why did this turn you on so much? you saw him do it at every show but it never failed to make you want him right there.

it didn’t help that tom turned to look at you and winked with a smirk on his stupid but handsome face.

you shook your head at him while pressing your lips together. he knew what he had done.

right after the song ended, the band took a break. they came behind the stage, trying to get some fresh drinks.

tom walked towards you, kissing you as soon as he got closer, his hands on your waist, stroking the skin with his thumbs. he found his way to your core, rubbing over my panties and you gasped, looking around to see if anyone was watching.

“tom, you’re crazy.” you stopped his hand movement and intertwined your fingers together.

“i saw how you looked at me.” he whispered with a cocky smirk on his face, “we’re not done. just wait until we’re over, i’m gonna make you cry.”

was all he said before going back on stage. you stood there, speechless.

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“what a good fucking show!” bill exclaimed as they all came back. the concert had finished and they were all sweaty and tired, but happy.

all the staff and of course you and jessica clapped your hands and hyped them up.

tom took a bottle of water and drank it fully. you watched as his adam’s apple went up and down.

“i messed up a bit.” he said right after he finished the bottle, throwing it away.

you could see he wasn’t that satisfied with himself and it made your heart ache. “what? you were amazing.”

“yes tom, you know i would make fun of you if you messed up.” bill said laughing.

you went up to him ready to hug him but he stepped back, “baby, i’m all sweaty. i look fucking disgusting.”

you rolled your eyes and hugged him anyway, resting your face against his chest, not caring of what he was saying. he wrapped his arms around you.

“why don’t we finish what we started earlier?” he whispered in your ear. you looked up at him with a sly smile and nodded.

“guys, we’re going to sleep a bit.” tom said taking your hand in his.

“yeah…sleep.” jessica held back a laugh while side eyeing you two.

he took you to his changing room, slamming the door behind him before pushing you against it making you yelp.

his lips kissed yours hungrily, his hands traveled roughly across your body, removing quickly your top, leaving only in your bra. he squeezed your breasts as he watched them in his hands, biting his lower lip.

“fuck. so hot.” he continued to squeeze them and massaging them gently, making you let out small moans. your hands went inside his big shirt, he understood you wanted it off and he quickly threw it away.

you observed his toned chest, stroking it and feeling his muscles beneath your hands meanwhile he took off your jeans.

his big hands cupped your ass and he kissed your neck, leaving marks on your skin.

“p-please tom.” you just wanted him, feel him inside you.

“what? use your words.” he teased as he took off his belt and baggy jeans, remaining in his underwear that clearly showed how hard he was.

“i want you in me.” you took your time, stroking every part of his upper chest and arms, giving attention to his biceps, abs, back muscles, everything.

tom revealed his length, taking it in his hand and stroking it a bit. “take off your panties.”

you did as he said, showing him your most private part. you always got shy as if it was the first time.

his hands went under your thighs, picking you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. he could feel the heat coming from you against his skin.

his teased you sliding up and down his tip, making you squirm against him. “c’mon tom! please just fuck me.”

“was it so hard to say?” he smirked and put him himself inside you quickly, making you arch your back against the door.

“shit! you always feel so good around me.” tom groaned beginning to plump in and out of you.

“mmh, i’m so wet for you daddy.” you moaned kissing his neck, making him hiss when you found his spot right beneath his ear.

“fuck fuck fuck. i know you are. shit keep doing it.” his pace became fast as his fingers were deep inside your skin.

you continued leaving wet kisses on his neck, loving hearing him groan in pleasure. you moaned on his skin when he hit your sensitive spot.

“mmh, you were wet even before. you’re such a slut for me even seeing me with my guitar turns you on.” his hand wrapped around your neck, plying with your ability to breath.

“you know i-i am, just for you daddy.” you loved making him feel like the only man in the world, because he was at least for you.

“i know baby, you belong to me, say it.” you could hear the door creaking and slamming as he kept pushing you against it with his pace.

“i-i’m yours! oh my god!” you almost screamed, tears forming in your eyes for the pleasure you were feeling and he had to cup your mouth so that no one heard you.

“shh. look how deep i am inside you.” he watched as his dico went in and out of you, seeing a little bump in your lower belly. he pressed on it, making you roll your eyes back and moan against his palm.

he kept pushing, rotating his hips causing more friction before starting with his previous pace.

you clenched around him as your nails scratched his back, letting him know you were so close and you felt him twitch inside you. you were both ready.

“fuck! i’m coming inside you!” tom groaned and you nodded frantically, not being able to say something coherent.

you came before him, pushing your hips forward against him as your mouth hanged open, only moans coming out of it.

his juices coaxed your walls and he kept pushing, riding out his high.

“fuck-king. slut.” he said with the last pushes before stopping, his head falling between your neck.

he let you down, your arms still wrapped around his neck for balance because of your trembling legs.

neither of you said anything, you just tried to catch your breath as you guys gave each other small pecks.

“i love you.” tom said after awhile, placing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“i love you too.”

little did you guys know that everyone else heard you.

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filmbyjy · 1 month

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MINESTREAM

SYPNOSIS > Wanting to start a new stream series with his best friends, Jay had a bright idea of playing some simple Minecraft with them. Everything was normal, until he realises there is another person in the call with them. He quickly learns that it was ni-ki’s older sister, (name). Watch how streaming a simple game of Minecraft can dig up some interesting feelings between the main leads.

FIFTEEN – that man is a f*cking simp

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

a/n: i used papago for like the translation so please correct me if I’m wrong😭

with the night wind blowing at your hair as you walked around with jay, you can’t help but closed your eyes. it was a nice walk at night. you had spent the afternoon with him at the cafe and talked a lot about a bunch of things.

you found out he liked a bunch of older songs, especially rock songs. he played the guitar and was trying to play more often. you also learnt he was decently fluent in Japanese, which surprised you.

“you know Japanese?” you say a little in shock and awe.

“yeah, I learnt it so that I didn’t have to keep staring at the subtitle and just actually concentrate on the anime I was watching. took a long time though but it was worth it at the end. i’m still learning more phrases.”

“that’s so cool!”

“ありがとうございます (thank you).” jay replies.

“you sound like a local. i’m impressed. did riki ever accidentally speak to you in Japanese?”

“he did. maybe once or twice. i understood what he said so it was fine.”

“well, you sound natural. maybe even better than me in Japanese.” you say.

jay laughs. his laughter was truly adorable. you couldn’t help but melt at it. it made you realise that being alone with jay made you feel super comfortable. due to your past experiences with disgusting guys in japan. you couldn’t stay alone with any guy without feeling unsafe. that of course did not include ni-ki, he was your brother after all, and heeseung.

and now, currently after having a heartfelt conversation at the cafe for a long time, the sun had set. you and jay were walking around the park and towards the campus grounds. there was a cyclist coming closer to the both of you so jay grabs your hand and pulls you to the side so you wouldn’t crash into the cyclist.

“oh. thank you, I didn’t realise there was someone.” you say. jay snorts.

“maybe, you shouldn’t aimlessly walk with your eyes closed.” he squeezes your hand since he was still holding it.

“I was enjoying my peace. the night feels cool and nice so why not, you know? besides, it’s the weekends tomorrow. I just need a small breather before I have to go back to sitting in my bedroom and painting.”

jay hums. the both of you continued to walk with your hands intertwined. neither of you minded and really remembered that jay’s hand was still interlocked with yours. in fact, it actually felt comfortable like it was meant to be.

was this fate?

right as those 3 words popped into your thoughts, jay’s phone rings. he answered it with his other hand still walking with you hand in hand. you had kept quiet, just listening in to his conversation with whoever it was.

“I’m doing fine. mmm, I’ll try to visit you guys during summer break. no. I don’t have a girlfriend.” it caught your attention. you knew jay was a good looking guy, tons of girls would’ve loved to talk to him so why doesn’t he have a girlfriend.

“mom, I know you’re worried about me. I can handle it. I’m only 22 this year. yes, I’m doing well in college as per usual.” he chuckles slightly. “I don’t want to go on a blind date, mom. I want to find my own girlfriend. someone that understands me and likes what I do.”

his eyes met with yours as he finishes his words. your heart stops. you nearly had a heart attack because why would jay just stare at you as he finishes his sentence. what did that mean? there is no way he likes you…right? it was too early! he can’t like you that way.

jay finishes up his call with his mom. he places his phone back in his pocket and turns to face you. “so what are you thinking of doing during our summer break?”

“mmm, I’m not sure. I haven’t thought about it. probably more streaming.”

“do you wanna stream with me? I probably wouldn’t go out much during the break.”

“I thought you were going to visit your parents?”

“I am but we could stream together after I visit them.”

“you aren’t staying for a week?”

“my parents are usually busy, they travel around a lot so they’ll probably fly out a day or two after I visit them.” jay explains. you hummed.

“me and riki would would definitely be free.”

“perfect. I could ask the others if they’d like to play too.”

finally, you had arrived in front of your dorm’s apartment building. unfortunately, jay lets go of your hand. the warmth was all gone and you already missed it.

“rest well and don’t overdo yourself. I know it’s tempting for you to just continue doing your artwork but you need to rest.”

“yes, jay. I know. I won’t overdo myself.”

“that’s my good girl.” he ruffles your hair. “well, I have to go. the boys probably would expect me to come back soon. they can’t survive without me. the dorm would’ve burnt down by now.” jay jokes.

you laughed, “alright. before you go, can I ask you something?”

“sure.”

“can we stream tomorrow?”

“of course.”

you had stepped forward and quickly left a peck on jay’s cheek before bolting in to your apartment building. jay holds the cheek that you had left a kiss on as he watches your figure growing smaller. a stupid smile adorning his face, he was smitten.

you had opened your front door after taking an elevator up to the floor. it slams shut as you entered it and laid your back against it. your heart racing quickly, the heat flaming against your cheeks.

“oneechan, what are you doing?” ni-ki appears at the hallway, his eyebrow raised as he looks at you in question.

“oh my god, I- riki, why are you walking so softly. when did you stand there?” you say as you were flustered.

“I was about to walk to the kitchen but I heard the front door slam. what happened?”

“nothing. just went out.”

“was there another stalker?” his voice sounding a little serious.

“oh, no no. no stalker, just umm i saw a flying cockroach outside.” you lied. the worry in ni-ki’s eyes dissipated, it was quickly replaced with fear.

“we really have to move. oneechan, I’m going to find us an apartment that’s better than here and is equally as near to school.”

“umm, we don’t have to.”

“I don’t care, I’m paying for the rent. you don’t need to worry.”

“riki!”

“consider this as a big early birthday present.” ni-ki skips over to you and pecks your cheek. “only the best for you big sis!”

you had to tiptoe to pat his head, “you have to stop spending money on me, riki. I can buy things on my own.”

“not until you get that streamer money.”

“well, can you really blame me for joining an art course because it’s my passion?”

“not at all, oneechan! you just have to not feel bad every time me and yvette noona want to pay something for you.”

“but I’ll owe you guys.” you pout.

“shhhh.” ni-ki grabs you and pushes you towards your bedroom door. “you don’t have to feel bad, I’ll do anything for you and any one of my friends! trust me, I’ll even ask sunoo hyung for house hunting advice.”

“is he even a reliable source-” ni-ki stops pushing you to your bedroom when you reach the middle of your room.

“he is a very reliable source. now, get some rest! I’ll find a house by the morning and then confirm stuff by next week. we’ll be in a new apartment in two weeks time.” ni-ki blows a kiss to you and shuts the door.

you sighed. ni-ki was an amazing younger brother and you love him to the moon and back. he’s a one of a kind brother, anyone would want him. however, you felt so burdened by the fact that you felt like you owe something to him. you knew he didn’t care if you paid back or not and he always treats you. it’s just the guilt creeping up on you.

you looked down at your phone and glanced at the lockscreen, it was a baby photo of ni-ki. everything you did was for him. your parents could always trust you with ni-ki and vice versa. with them running a company back in Japan, it was hard for them to come home. hence, you had to grow up for ni-ki. of course, your parents were grateful. they always brought both you and ni-ki out as a little treat. it wasn’t a surprise when ni-ki wanted to fly out to Seoul with you to go college. he’s a constant in your life and your parents knew that. hence, they didn’t say no to ni-ki and allowed him to take the same flight as you.

you had taken a shower quickly and changed into your pyjamas before deciding that you had to sleep. you had to continue up painting before streaming again tomorrow. just as you dried your hair and then threw yourself on the bed, you can’t help but remember what you did when you came home. you hid your face behind the pillows.

as for jay…

he was busy giggling and kicking his feet in his bedroom. jake and sunghoon were confused as to why jay was just mindlessly walking to his bedroom and then they heard a ‘girlish’ giggle from jay’s room. both jake and sunghoon looked at each other in shock.

“he’s gone insane.” sunghoon says. jake nods.

“didn’t he go out with (name) just now?” jake asks.

slowly the put the pieces together, sunghoon’s eyes widened. “we’ve truly lost him.”

“that man is a fucking simp.” both sunghoon and jake say at the same time.

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Perfect to us

Dad!Husband!Daryl x Reader fluffy smut

Summary: Daryl and his wife, y/n, enjoy a quiet evening with with their little family before spending some nice time alone.

Word count: 2181

Warnings: praise!kink, smut (18+ only), all of the pet names, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be like them), please let me know anything else

A/N: Another addition to the Dad!Daryl series. Very fluffy to start, with some steamy smut closing it out. Oof, I just love Daryl and as a dad 😮‍💨

Read the first part here

Enjoy and thank you for reading!

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You were enjoying a warm evening around a bonfire with your neighbors when y/b/n started to fuss.

“Wha’s wrong, Ass Kicker?” Daryl asked, eliciting a few laughs from the friends around you.

“How many times do I have to tell you that is not her name, Daryl,” You teased back at him. He grinned and planted a kiss onto your forehead before turning his attention back to your baby who was already being distracted by one of the other kids.

She had grown more and more tired as she played with the older kids who loved helping her crawl and try to walk, or giving her little pieces of chocolate bar to gum on when you weren’t looking. Daryl would put his finger to his mouth, signaling them to stay quiet, but nodding and motioning for them to break her off a small piece. You always pretended not to notice, but you’d smile at Daryl from your perch on his lap while the children giggled behind you.

Your head was tucked into Daryl’s shoulder while he rubbed small circles into your back with one hand and lazily held both your hands in your lap with the other. A cool breeze danced around your skin and he pulled you closer into him.

One of your neighbors was playing a worn guitar and singing old country western songs. Carol stood up at the end of a song everyone was singing along to, except for Daryl, of course, and said goodnight to your friends. She crouched next to y/b/n and planted a kiss on top of her head before walking over to you and Daryl, placing a hand on your shoulder to say goodnight to the both of you.

Y/b/n crawled her way back over to the two of you and let out a small cry. You uncurled yourself from Daryl’s lap and bent down to pick her up.

“Someone’s ready for bed, hm?” You cooed as you wrapped her up in your arms, her eyes already fluttering just from the comfort of your touch.

You took a step away from the group before Daryl put a hand softly on your arm.

“Stay,” He started softly, lifting the sleepy baby from your arms, “I’ll put her to bed.”

You smiled and planted a soft kiss on her temple and gave your husband’s strong bicep a squeeze. He said a few quiet ‘good nights’ before waving the tired baby’s hand at the small group. A smile grew on everyone’s faces while a few let out a chuckle or wished her sweet dreams.

You sat back down in the camping chair you’d just been sharing with Daryl and enjoyed a few more songs. Some you knew and some you didn’t, but no one minded whether it was a familiar tune or not, you all just enjoyed the music and the company.

After a few more minutes, the group began whittling down to just a few and you decided to head back to the small house you shared with your family.

You turned the doorknob expecting to see Daryl in the kitchen pouring you some drinks or on the couch making arrows, but he wasn’t downstairs.

You lugged your way up the staircase, tiredness beginning to weigh down your limbs, and peaked your head into your shared bedroom, but he wasn’t there either.

Finally you made it to the next door, the nursery, and carefully opened it up. There you finally found Daryl, head hanging down in front of him while he held your baby in the rocking chair, both fast asleep.

You stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the precious view in front of you. Your whole world right there in that old rocking chair, shoulders slowly lifting and falling in harmony, looking more peaceful than you’d seen anyone look in years.

Finally you took a few steps into the room and placed your hand gently on your husband’s shoulder.

“Hey,” You whispered quietly, causing him to startle slightly, but relax again once he remembered the precious cargo he held in his strong arms.

He put his large hand over yours and slowly stood up to place her into her crib. The two of you stood in the doorway again for a moment, together this time, and watched her sleep. Daryl snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest, savoring every second of this rare, sweet moment with his girls.

After just another moment, the two of you made your way back to your bedroom and stripped off your clothes before climbing into bed. The Georgia heat was no joke in the summer, even at night, so you slept with windows cracked open for a breeze and usually with no more than your underwear on.

“C’mere,” Daryl whispered to you while you slid over to him, wrapping your arms around his broad chest while he pulled you closer into him.

You let out a content sigh and settled further into your comfortable position, both of you happy to be wrapped up in one another.

“I never thought I’d be any good at it, ya know,” Daryl began, “Still don’t.”

“Good at what?” You asked, your voice full of worry while you looked up at him with furled eyebrows.

“All this. Bein’ a dad, husband. Just don’t wanna let you down,” He answered in a quiet, small tone.

“Baby,” You began, shifting your body to be face-to-face with your husband and cupping a hand around either side of his sun-worn face, “You are perfect to me. A pain in my ass most of the time, but perfect.”

He let out a chuckle and danced his fingers up and down your bare sides.

“You are the best daddy to y/b/n that she could possibly have. Hell, you might be the best dad left in the whole damn world, Daryl,” You cooed to him before planting a strong kiss onto his lips.

“Stop,” The word escaped his lips between kisses, “Don’t give me a big head, now.”

You laughed into his lips and pulled away again slightly.

“There’s no one else in the world who could take care of us the way you do. Please don’t think any less, honey. You are perfect to us,” You desperately reassured him, your heart breaking inside to think he doesn’t know how good of a man he is.

“You girls are all that matters, hm,” He hummed into your lips, “I’ll never need nothin’ else.”

Your kisses grew hungrier and hungrier as your mind wandered, trying hard to remember the last time you had an intimate moment alone with no baby, no walkers, no neighbors. Just the two of you.

Daryl’s grip on your sides became stronger before he slid one hand down to your round bottom and flipped you over to your back, his lips never leaving yours.

You drew your hands to his hair and pulled it out of his face so you could see his eyes as he traveled down your body leaving kisses on all of your favorite spots.

“Dar,” You sighed as he paused on your hardened nipples. Kissing around them gently before taking one into his mouth, tongue swirling around while his hand kneaded into the other.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” He whispered into your stomach, sending shivers up your spine.

You let out a sharp breath as his lips met the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Daryl’s strong hands slid down your body once more to slowly spread your legs apart, leaving him access to your glistening folds.

All you could do was bite your pillow to keep from crying out as he ran a finger up and down your core, drawing the slickness around with each swipe.

“My good girl,” He hummed into you, his warm breath dancing over your aching entrance, causing you to squirm under his grasp, “So ready for me, hm?”

Daryl dove into your folds before you could react, sliding a finger into you and his tongue circling around your throbbing clit.

You held back your moans of pleasure as best as you could, knowing a noise too loud would ruin this time together.

Daryl ran a hand up to your breast and played with it while looking up at you from your aching core. Your hands tangled into his long hair as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, lips forming a small “o” around your sensitive bud.

It was only another moment when you felt the spring inside you winding itself up, ready to burst. Daryl felt your breath hitch and picked up his pace, intending to make you explode with pleasure.

“Dar- baby, I- I’m-“ You sputtered out, trying your hardest to hold on to the intense pressure he was causing to build up in your stomach.

“Let go,” Daryl breathed onto your clit, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

His words caused the coil inside you to snap, your senses filling with the white hotness of an orgasm. Your eyes strained shut and your hips ground harshly into his mouth, dragging out the waves of pleasure as long as you could.

Daryl rode you through your high, pumping his fingers in and out of you, tongue swirling around the slickness that slid out of your entrance around him. He kept the pace until your legs relaxed beside him and your walls stopped clenching around his calloused fingers.

He worked his way back up your body, retracing all the kisses he’d left before while you fluttered back down to earth, body still reeling from the intense pleasure you just felt.

His lips met yours again and kissed you with the same eagerness as before.

“Please, Daryl, take me,” You whispered into his lips, “Take me now.”

“My sweet girl,” He praised as he lined his throbbing tip up with your entrance, “Anythin’ you want.”

He slid his hard cock slowly into you, taking his time to fill up your aching walls. You gasped as his thighs finally met yours.

He began slowly at first, carefully sliding all but his tip out of you before plunging back into your dripping folds. His hands planted firmly on either side of your head, allowing him to take in the view of your lust-ridden face.

His pace picked up as you breathed out his name once, twice; fingers twisted into his hair so you could pull his lips to yours.

“So beautiful like this, y/n,” He hummed into your neck, planting kisses all along your salty skin, “All laid out under me like that, pretty girl.”

Your moan caught in your throat as you felt the pressure building again, pushing you further towards another orgasm. Daryl’s pace wavered for the first time before picking back up, faster than before.

“Ya feel so good, sweet girl,” Daryl’s rough voice filled your ears as the spring in your stomach wound impossibly tighter.

“Cum for me, baby,” You whined into his ear as you began giving in to the pressure, “Please.”

Moans escaped both of your lips as your walls clenched down on him. Your body rocked as the hotness of another orgasm overtook you. You gasped as Daryl quickly pulled out of your spasming walls and warm ribbons of his seed landed on your stomach.

His lips crashed into yours to dull the sounds coming from your throats as you both rode out the final waves of pleasure together.

He slid down beside you and planted another soft kiss on your lips.

“What, don’t want another little one to chase around?” You teased him breathlessly, chest still heaving from your high.

“Hell no, crazy woman,” He shook his head, lips curling into a small smile.

“God, I love you, Dar,” You sighed, a silly grin still on your face.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Daryl breathed into your ear before sliding out of bed to grab a towel.

He quickly cleaned himself up before walking over to your side and wiping the sticky liquid off your skin. He was just about to climb back into bed where you’d slid over to make room for him when a loud wail escaped from the room next door.

Daryl let out a low growl as his head fell onto your chest. You laughed lightly as he brought his eyes back up to yours.

“I’ll get ‘er,” He sighed as he stood up and slid his boxers back on. You smiled sleepily at him.

“Girl whines almost as much as her mama,” Daryl teased, a smirk on his face as he stepped towards the door.

“Screw you, Dixon,” You spat back playfully, sliding the thin blanket over your tired body while shaking your head.

“Right back at ya, Mrs. Dixon,” Daryl smiled at you again before stepping into the hallway towards your baby girl, ready to soothe her as long as she needed.

You rolled over to your spot in the bed and let your heavy eyes fall shut, contentedly sighing as you drifted into a calm sleep.

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style, 1989 ─── musician from next door.

( han jisung, short preview. read the full fic here. )

pairing — rockstar!jisung x f. reader

genre — nsfw (18+), semi-fake dating

warnings — profanity, explicit sexual content, making-out, consumptions of alcohol, clubbing.

word count — the fic is probably 11k and up??

songs that was used for inspiration — style by taylor swift, meddle about by chase altantic, moonlight by dhruv, r u mine? by arctic monkeys, mixtape: time out by stray kids.

You lost consciousness that night and all you can remember is how fucked up your situation was. Jisung saw you, of course, he was amused. Purple, red, blue, orange, and yellow lights illuminated the stage as the white smoke crawled on the floor to welcome the band. The vocalist stood up to the front, strumming his electric guitar making the crowd go wild. A smirk formed on his face giving him the confidence to perform high. Screams and shouts, his name is famous—Han Jisung of Mist. His voice echoed through the crowded room as his fingers played with the strings and his lips moved as if he was making out with the microphone.

Many people have been eyeing him ever since his band was introduced to the public and the 5-STAR Restoclub tried to hire them. Unfortunately, Jisung refused but the offer as guests didn’t make him say No. Many of the customers come for food and entertainment but mainly for him after they heard that he’s performing. Jisung doesn’t want to understand the hype for his looks but that’s how everyone thinks of him, a fucking dom-like energy, heavenly vocals, and visuals. The sounds of his guitar made the screams go wilder as it reached a blank chorus, only the instrumental. Hyunjin caught the beat when Jisung pushed his guitar behind his back, took the mic away from the stand, and walked to the extended stage to sing the second verse. His left arm reached out to the crowd, pointing to whoever it is as he let every lyric out of his mouth. The aggressiveness of his voice, from a growl to his average pitch. Jisung knows how to perform well.

But that didn’t matter to you as you were embarrassed by the fact that you had to drag Seungmin to your misery that night. From crying to drunk calling Hanbin after your break up to Jisung finally having his eyes on you and making out. It happened unexpectedly and he didn’t even help you out. Your best friend stood there frozen, unable to speak, but amused. He was about to spill everything to your mom, but you suddenly passed out.

The memory lingers as a smirk plastered on his face.

“I am not expecting an apology from you Y/n, I thought you can do more than that,” He said.

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.

“I already told you a few times that I like you and I admit I was disappointed that you had to fall and hit your head,” He scoffed. “I like you, and that fucking kiss wasn’t enough for me,”

“I think you’re speaking bullshit right now,” You said but before you could say anything further, you felt his lips crash onto yours. He said he’ll be less trouble tonight, but why are you wrapping your arms around his neck to respond to his kiss? Jisung is amazing but at the same time a jerk who kisses a person without permission. But on second thought, maybe you deserve to experience that for once or maybe more than once.

His lips collided with yours, both your eyes were closed, tasting the mint gum you had earlier and the hint of the Sparkling Cucumber Mint Lemonade you gave him. You felt his hand wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him as his other hand rested on your nape. The kiss was softer this time, as your heart started to go crazy and suddenly made you feel weak in the knees. His lips were warm and soft as ever as he kissed you gently. You could feel his tongue pressed between your parted lips giving that soft ticklish licks but you had to snap out of it.

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everlastlady · 11 months

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Helluva Boss X Reader: The Wedding

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☕Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Welcome back to the Helluva Boss wedding version. I finally got this done and not posted at midnight like I did yesterday, so I hope that enjoy this one; if you did then please comment, like, and reblog.

☕Fandom: Helluva Boss

☕Word Count: 4473

☕Story Contains: Fluff

☕Hazbin Wedding Invitation: Here💌

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Striker: Striker was never one for love and any meaningful relationship. He saw them as a waste of time. An easy way for people to play with your emotions and get your hopes up high. But when he met you at your clinic and you patched him up from his injuries. He watched how careful you were with his body, how you asked how he was feeling, and didn’t ask or judge how he got these injuries. You were a medic for hitmen, assassins. And crime lords. So you didn’t ask any questions about how they got hurt. After that day Striker would come to you, whenever he was injured. You two would talk and you would offer Striker some much. You both formed a friendship and Striker took that leap of faith, and you both soon formed a relationship. But kept it private because he was a wanted criminal and didn’t want you getting tied up in his mess. After a long while of dating, Striker wanted something more. And this hit him when you were both kidnapped by some people who wanted Striker’s head on a platter and they wanted to hurt Striker by hurting you first. Luckily your cowboy bebop boyfriend got you both out of there. Striker and you patched each other up back at your clinic after that life and death situation he was sure. He wanted to marry so that night, he started planning.

Striker asked you out on a camping trip and you agreed. You've been wanting to see how his survival skills hold up, since he would brag about them and how he could survive better than the others in Wrath. So you and him took your car along with Bombproof to a nice place to camp. You helped Striker set everything up. When you grabbed a small bag. Striker quickly grabbed and stepped away. You ignored, assuming it was just one of his weapons that he didn’t want you to touch. After everything was set up, you and Striker sat by the campfire, you were roasting whatever you felt like would taste good and Striker seemed deep in thought. You asked him what was wrong. “ Will you marry me? “ He simply said. You looked at him and he looked at you. He took out a small tan velvet box and opened it showing a ring. “ And don’t worry darlin, I didn’t steal it, I worked hard and bought it for you. “ He said. “ But you don’t have to say, I understand. “ He said. But you did say yes. You wanted to marry Striker, and this made him happy. He lifted your hand and slipped the ring on your finger, and you two cuddled near the fireplace, Striker decided to play a song on his guitar, a beautiful night it was for you both.

Soon the wedding had arrived. But since Striker was a wanted criminal, you both did the wedding yourself. You simply decorated your guys' home. And made everything look nice. You both baked the cake and made the food. You had your wedding outfit on and Striker was wearing a nice suit. You both were happy with what you had. You didn’t need some grand wedding and a bunch of guests. You and Striker always had each other, you guys didn’t need anyone. You and Striker both stood in front of the wedding cake, laughing, the cake didn’t look perfect but it was the cake you both made. But you guys had a few guests. Striker’s horse Bombproof, his snake Noodle, and your cat (cat’s name) so it was nice to have at least three people at the wedding. You and Striker carried everything out back. While you placed the rings on the table, Striker was a nervous mess but he was ready to marry you and it was time for you both to give your vows, and Striker went first.

“ (Y/N), my darlin, my pumpkin, my stars, my partner in crime, my healer, and the one who made me feel like not everything I care about is gone. You showed me how to care and love again. To not be scared when I’m in love. You helped me through many challenges. Never judged them either. Even though I’m a wanted criminal and I can’t give you a better life. I want to thank you, for sticking by my side through the good, bad, and ugly. You are someone who helps people like me. And I never understood why, but I do know you have a good heart, a giving one. Just like you give and care for me. I want to do the same for you, for the rest of our life together. I love you (Y/N), I'm glad on this day I can call myself your husband. “

Striker stared at you, he could see the tears of happiness in your eyes, he lifted up his hand and wiped them away. You both kiss and help slip each others’ rings on and hold hands smiling at one another. Striker stood behind you and held your hands and you both cut the cake together. Feeding each other the cake and then dancing with each other. Striker’s wrapping his tail around your waist as the two of you dance under the stars. Striker caress your cheek throughout the dance. You didn’t know that Striker was this good at dancing but he seemed to be having fun twirling and dipping you. As he peppers sweet kisses on your neck and mumbles into your neck how much this day will be important to him forever. How he’ll love you forever and ever. At the end of the wedding. You and Striker went back inside, taking a bubble bath together and getting into comfortable clothing. You two cuddled in bed and you stared the ring on your finger, Striker plops a kiss on your cheek and grinned. He leaned and whispered something in your ear which made you blush, you smirked at him and nodded, this was going to be a fun night.

Fizzarolli: You had met Fizzarolli through Blitzo. This happened when Blitzo wanted to get revenge on Fizz for calling him out at Ozzie’s because he couldn’t get revenge on Verosika or Asmodeus. But he seemed to be ready for Fizz. But things didn’t go as planned and before you and Blitz could get kicked out by security. Fizzarolli wanted to talk with you, so while Blitz was getting kicked out Fizzarolli had bought you a drink and the two of you talked. Fizzarolli made you laugh and blush. He seemed to be loving the sound of your laughter and it made him smile. But when you did have to go home, Fizzarolli gave you his phone number, the two of you always text, send each other selfies, and call whenever you two could. What became texting and phone calls. Soon became hanging out and going to his performances. And what became hanging out soon turned into dating. The jester clown loved and adored you. You always made him feel loved and safe. But with his status it was hard to keep your relationship a secret but he didn’t mind letting people know you were his. After a long while of dating, Fizzarolli had been in deep thought. You meant everything to him and were always there for him when he was at his highest points and at his lowest points. Fizzarolli knew one thing right now and that was, he wanted to marry you and he started to plan.

Fizzarolli decided to take you to a theme park and not the cheap rundown one. They used his robotic version at. He took you to Loo Loo World. You had an absolute blast on all the rides, sharing sweet treats with Fizz, and winning prizes for each other. You both took pictures and recorded videos to remember this moment. When night had set. Fizzarolli brought a beautiful view of the amusement park. You watched him walk over and had his phone to someone while whispering and paid them. The person nodded and Fizzarolli walked over to you and pointed at the sky. You looked up seeing fireworks shoot into the sky and spelt out ‘ Will You Marry Me (Y/N) ? ‘ You looked at Fizz to see him on one knee with a green velvet box, he opened it to reveal the ring. You looked at the ring and smiled at Fizz. You told the silly imp jester that you would marry him. He pulled you down with his robotic arms and kissed you. Fizz slipped the ring on your ring. “ I’m so happy you said yes, baby. “ He gave you another kiss and the two of you went home. After a while the wedding had finally arrived, and you had a wedding outfit. Blitzo was giving you away on your wedding day, he had walked you down the aisle as you could see Fizz standing there all dressed and looking nervous, just like you.

When standing up there with Fizzarolli both of you held hands and stared into each others’ eyes while smiling. Never in his life Fizzarolli would think this moment would be happening. That he would be getting married, he sighed and smiled at you, basking in your beauty. You were breathtakingly more beautiful than anyone else here. The marriage officiant talked while you and Fizz were ready to give your vows and Fizz went last.

“ (Y/N) this took a while to write and I have to thank Ozzie for the help. But I wanna take this moment, our special day to thank you. Even though you were helping my idiot brother with some revenge plan. I’m glad I got to meet you. Because your laughter and smile make me feel warm. It makes my day to know that you are okay. You not only respect my boundaries. But you respect me as a whole person, everyday and every moment is a blast with you. You know how to have a good time and you know how to make me laugh. I enjoy the quiet times we spend together, how we cuddle on the couch and laugh at sappy romance movies. I love that snorting sound you make when you laugh. You may hate it but I think it's adorable. But I can’t wait to hear you laughing for the rest of our laughs. After this day not only will we be friends and partners. But we will be married, a new chapter starts for us and I can’t wait to fill the black pages with you, I love you (Y/N) forever and always. “

You cried tears of happiness and it was now official. You and Fizz were married, the two of you cut the cake and shared a dance. Fizzarolli loved holding you while you both danced. How he had always dreamed about this and now it was a reality. After the wedding you and Fizzarolli head back home, he carried you inside and was singing to you. He carried you to the bedroom and tossed you on the bed carefully, then crawled on top of you and cuddled you, he kissed you softly and held your hand. “ I love you (Y/N). “ He said, the two of you kissed and held each other all night long.

Asmodeus: You and Ozzie knew each other since childhood, your family and his family were good friends. Ozzie grew up to be the king of lust and you were a famous actor. Sometimes you did perform at Ozzie’s lounge and something about seeing you on stage made him happy. But he always found his chest getting tight and his stomach doing flips whenever you laughed with him or hung out with him in his office. He also often found himself getting jealous hearing others talk about you in a romantic way or in a lewd way. With him being the king of lust, he found it gross and upsetting how people would lust after you. Ozzie had become protective and you noticed. He seemed to always want to be around you and would try to hold your hand whenever you both walked. So you had asked him what’s up and he sighed, telling you that he had caught feelings for you. That the king of lust had fallen in love, he felt like a hypocrite since he often judged others for love. But his eyes widened when you told him that you loved him as well but didn’t know what to say and was scared. Ozzie hugged you and apologized for making you feel like you could never confess. After that the two of you started dating and Ozzie didn’t care what the papers said about him. He was happy to have you as his partner.

He didn’t care what others thought and what the papers said. You and Ozzie laughed at the gossip and would kiss. Of course with being the king of lust. That didn’t stop Ozzie from making you flustered all the time. But his love was always passionate and he knew how to make you feel comfortable. Everyday and every moment was breathtaking with Ozzie, and after a long while of dating the king of lust wanted to marry you. So he would start planning. So whenever you were busy with work and gigs. He would plan and he kept the ring on him at all times. He wasn’t going to propose to you at his lounge. No, he wanted something more special. He had rented out your favorite fancy restaurant and both of you arrived there in the limo. No sexual remarks or flirtatious words came from Ozzie the whole ride. You asked him if he was okay, and he smiled at you. “ I’m fine, my little rose, just thinking about this night. Don’t worry, I'm fine. “ He gave you a kiss and the limo stopped. The two of you walked inside and had the best dinner. As you were eating, Ozzie reached out his hand and took your small one in his large one. You stared at him and he looked nervous. “ (Y/N), we have been dating for a long while despite all the gossip, I'm glad you stuck by my side so will you continue sticking by my side by marrying me? “ Ozzie said, while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a light blue velvet box and opening it to reveal the ring. You gasped and looked at Ozzie then at the ring then back at Ozzie. You smiled and nodded at him, Ozzie laughed with delight and slipped the ring on your finger, he kissed your hand and the two of you carried on with dinner.

You and Ozzie went all out for your wedding, you both invited your friends and family. Your wedding was in the papers and thankfully it wasn’t dragging your wedding through the mud. It was a royal wedding so people tried to get in and be a part of this beautiful day. You walked down the aisle with your father as the guests admired your lovely wedding outfit. You finally stood up there with Ozzie, your friend, your partner, and your soon to be husband. You almost wanted to cry because you remembered how you and Ozzie would throw weddings for your stuffed animals when you were both kids. And here you were, having a wedding with him. You held each others’ hands while the marriage officiant talked. It was time to give the vows and Ozzie went last.

“ (Y/N) I’m glad you said yes. Since childhood we knew each other, our families were friends and we became friends. I will remember how we would sneak cookies and make mud pies so that we could have a cake for our stuffed animals getting married. You were always a fun person to be around and I knew you were going to grow up to be someone great. And you did, then you became my partner, my everything, and you showed me something more than lust. You stuck by my side despite the gossip, rumors, and what those media leeches say. I’m glad you became my partner and I’m glad you’ll become my spouse. I want to go to bed every night seeing that pretty little smile and wake up every morning seeing that smile. I love you and will always love you. I’ll do my best to keep you happy, make you laugh, and to keep you smiling. Just like you do for me. I can’t wait to leave here with you as my forever soulmate. “

Ozzie finished his vows and the marriage officiant had declared you both married. Ozzie picks you up and kisses you. The most passionate and sweetest kiss was this moment at your guys wedding. Ozzie and you cut the cake together, danced, and opened wedding gifts. You listened to the speeches that the guest gave. And you both like Fizz’s speech. After the wedding, you and Ozzie went home; he carried you inside and continued towards the bedroom. He undid his tie, leaning down to kiss you and you kissed back. He held you close in bed so that you could hear his heartbeat. He showered you with kisses and rubbed your legs. “ (Y/N) I love you. “ Ozzie said and kissed your head, you were so exhausted from the wedding that you had drifted off to sleep in the arms of your husband.

Chaz: You only knew Chaz because you helped him fake his death to get away from Crimson. You always helped others fake their death and start a new life. You made a lot of money from doing it, but you kept your life private for safety reasons. But after helping Chaz, the weird shark man couldn’t help but want to be around you, even though he had thanked you many times for helping him escape. He still thanked you and insisted on you both being friends. You didn’t really have friends so you agreed to welcome Chaz as a friend. At first you found him annoying. His attempts at flirting always made you yawn and roll your eyes. You especially would beat his ass, whenever he was in your bed and trying to seduce you. But after hanging out with Chaz a lot you soon developed feelings for the horny goofball. And the two of you began dating but kept it on the down low. Especially Chaz had to do it. Surprisingly Chaz was a good boyfriend. He listened to you and respected your boundaries. He loved watching movies with you and would let you work. His favorite nickname to call you was sharkbait. You sighed but blushed everytime he called you this. With a beautiful relationship, Chaz saw you as more than a partner. He wanted to marry you. He didn’t want to lose you, he didn’t want his relationship to end like it did when he had dated Moxxie and Millie. He wanted you and only you. So he carefully and secretly got you a ring.

While you were out shopping, you had come home with bags of groceries but a delicious smell filled your nose. You had seen that Chaz made dinner, you were surprised that he didn’t burn your apartment down. At first you thought he just ordered the food but on closer inspection you could see he took time to cook. Chaz walked over and put the groceries away. He led you over to the table and rambled how cooking show networks are the best things to have been introduced to television. You and Chaz talked while eating dinner. You watched as Chaz left the kitchen and came back with something behind his back. You tilted your head and looked at him. “ (Y/N), I know sometimes I can be annoying and a pain in your ass. Heh and I want to continue to be that annoying pain in the ass, but as your husband. “ Chaz revealed a dark blue velvet box and opened it. “ Will you marry me? “ He showed you the ring. You smiled and couldn’t believe that Chaz was serious but you didn’t say no, you told Chaz yes and hugged him. Chaz hugged back and showed you the sweetest smile and he slipped the ring on your finger.

You and Chaz did a private ready but you did make sure it was your guys’ dream wedding. Thanks to the people you helped. They were able to make that happy. It pays having connections to the mob. You had on your wedding outfit and chuckled seeing Chaz having a difficult time with his tie. You walked over and helped him, once done the two of you took your wedding picture. And held hands. The wedding may be small but you both knew that it was safer that way and that you didn’t need some grand wedding to prove how much you love each other. Chaz adores your vows and how sweet they sound through your sweet lips. And now it was time for him to give his vows, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and carefully unfolded it, you chuckle seeing Chaz almost drop the paper. He cleared his throat and looked at you smiling wide.

“ (Y/N) my dear, sharkbait, how much I adore you and I’m glad you took a chance on a guy like me. Because I never expected to meet someone as amazing as you. Because you mean the world to me, I love the way you smile when you look at me, I love how you laugh at my stupid jokes, and I love how you yell at me when I do something dumb and you forgive me when I do those dumb things. I want to be by your side and only your side. No one can measure up to your greatness, you know how to make everyday special and I want to continue to make everyday special with you, but as your husband, I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow as your husband, I love you sharkbait. “

Chaz set the paper down and looked at you. You stepped towards him and kissed him, Chaz closed his eyes and pulled you close. The passionate kiss you both shared made you feel like nothing else in Hell mannered. That just this day, this moment, and you two were all that mannered. Chaz pulled away and smiled at you. He pulled out his phone and played a song you both could dance to. Chaz wasn’t a really good dancer but neither were you but you two had fun dancing with each other and laughing whenever the other stepped on the other's foot. You and Chaz had cleaned up from the wedding, you both sat on the couch eating the wedding cake in your pajamas and watching your favorite movie. During the movie after finishing the cake. You laid on top of Chaz, he was rubbing your back and kissing your head. “ I’ll only have eyes for you and only you, I love you, my (Y/N) my little sharkbait. “ Chaz said softly and held you close.

Verosika: You were a movie star in Hell and met Verosika when she was guest starring in a movie with you. She was playing your love interest. At first you and her didn’t get along and fought a lot on stage, she would call you brainless and no talent while you called her petty and spoiled. But things changed when Versoika had a meltdown on stage after the director said something that seemed to really hurt her and ran off. You sighed and followed her. You walked to her dressing room, and saw her looking in the mirror and crying. She picked up her flask to drink with shaken hands but instead she threw and punched the mirror and injured her hand on impact. You ran over to help her but Verosika fust, you told her to pipe down and you bandaged her hand while she sat there in silence. Verosika eventually spilled the beans on what happened and you were able to calm down, soon you both returned to stage and when the director tried to say something you both told him to shut up or he’ll be replaced faster than a broken glass. The director stayed quiet and the movie continued on.

Even after the movie was done and released. Verosika still wanted to be friends with you, so you agreed to be friends with her. The two of you did a lot of shopping, interviews, trips, and selfies. Verosika adored having you around. There were good moments and bad moments. Whenever she was having a melt down, over time you and Verosika started to date. She loved, spoiled, and would shower you in affection. She had never felt this happy especially after what ex Blitzo had done to her. But Verosika pushed away that pain to start something healthy for herself, for both of you. After a long while of dating Verosika’s friends has teased about her when there will be wedding, not knowing they were joking. She thought to herself, should she marry you? You both had been dating for a long while and you hadn’t stolen her credit card or used her. “ I’ll plan something… “ she said to herself. And plan something she did because Verosika decides to plan and she went with taking you on a private beach she owned. You are both in your swimwear and carrying a picnic basket. After setting everything up, Verosika watched you swim while she was tanning. While the sun was setting you and Verosika had your picnic, while you were eating. Verosika played with something in her lap. She looked at you and smiled. “ (Y/N) how do you feel about marriage? “ She said, showing you a hot pink velvet box, she opened it and showed you the ring with the gold band. You almost choked on your food but with tears in your eyes you nodded at her.

Verosika smiled and slipped the ring on your hand, She hugged you and cried. She was glad you said yes. You and Verosika decide to spend the night in her beach house and listen to the ocean while holding each other. After that night and a few weeks the wedding was finally here and you were glad it was, your poor girlfriend had been stressing about this wedding. Lots of screaming on the phone, firing people, and having to get things fixed. But the wedding came out beautiful but you looked more beautiful in your wedding outfit. You watched as Vortex had walked Verosika down the aisle, she looked like a goddess in her wedding dress. She stood up there with you and held your hands and it was time for the vows, Verosika went last, she had tears in her eyes as she spoke.

“ (Y/N) this is not just my day but our day. A day I never thought would come, everyday I’m sorry that I was a bitch to you because you were the only one who was by my side and stuck by myself. When you agreed to be my partner, I was scared because I had been hurt before. But you taught me how to love again. How to love myself again. And for that I thank you and I want to continue to thank you as your wife. I want the world to know that I am yours and you are mine. I love you (Y/N) thank you for giving me another chance at happiness. “

Verosika finished her vows and the two of you shared a kiss while everyone cheered. You cut the cake with your succubus wife and danced with her. Verosika didn’t care about anyone else there but you. After the wedding, the two of you head home. She was throwing out suggestions of where you both should have your honeymoon. You chuckled listening to your wife, talking about honeymoon ideas. You sat on the couch, and she came back with two glasses of wine. She handed you a glass and sat by you. She took out her phone and took a picture of you both. She cuddled up next to you and the both of you drank wine and watched a movie. “ Remember how our characters got married in the movie. It's just like this but our movie has no ending. “ She kissed her cheek and crawled on top of you. “ Ready for the rated R version. “ She said with a wink.

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 9 months

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Never Grow Up

Word count: 3.0K

Summary: Taylor's still going on tour despite having a teen kid and reader just wants to spend quality time with her but Taylor's too busy. Reader thought that Taylor would reschedule the tour dates around daughter's birthday until she saw the tour dates being released online. Reader got mad and that was her final straw so the relationship is fractured.

Warnings: angst, single mom, mention of abortion, hurt/comfort

Pairing: Taylor Swift X Daughter!Reader

First time writing for Taylor! Hope you like it💜

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Being Taylor Swift’s Daughter had it’s own perks and flaws.

She had you in when she was 20, and your father has always been out of the picture. You never got to know him, never met him and never asked about him but as far as you knew, he wasn’t one of the famous Taylor’s exes, he was just a random guy your mother had fallen in love with. She never talked about him, not her, or her family and since the subject was apparently so delicate, not once did you ever dare ask. There weren’t any pictures in the house, not in photo albums… it seemed like everyone had tried deleting his existence.

However it’s not like you ever needed a father figure. Your family always made you feel loved, you had all the attentions you could ever ask for and you have always been happy, no matter where you were in the world. However the first years of your life weren’t easy for your mother. She was still very young herself, but at the same time she was supposed to be going on tours, concerts and make her fans happy, all while also having to take care of you. Thankfully, her mother was a big help in that too. She would help take care of you and watch you when Taylor was on concerts. She was busy, yes but she always, always made time for you, no matter where you were around the world, wether it be a couple days, and some times even a full week, depending on bow busy her schedule was.

Were you a fan of hers? Yes, of course you were. You have no reminiscence of when you were younger, buy ever since you turned 5 you had been going to every concert of hers. You would either stay in the backstage, or in the booth with your grandma, Andrea, with one of the best views in the stadium, and slowly people had started to acknowledge you too. Taylor had never publicly talked about you, buy everyone knew she had a daughter, and it was easy to know it was you, because you were identical, you were like Taylor’s mini-me, and also because of her song “Never Grow Up” which she wrote and published when you were just one year old. You knew every single one of her songs, you screamed each and every one of them while at times Andrea filmed you and posted it on her social, which is how Taylor’s fans found your social and start following you as well.

Going a bit back in time, when she took a break from music, you were just 7, you hoped to spend more and more time with her and you did, but to an extent. Her mental health wasn’t the best, and she was always busy writing/recording songs and getting ready for her next tours, so her time with you became less and less and less, to the point where you’d rarely get to spend time with her, however, you tried.

During Covid you finally got to spend so much time with her, after her Lover Tour was canceled. That’s when you decided to follow in on her footsteps. You were 11 and you already knew how to play the guitar, but you wanted to learn how to play the piano as well. One night you were supposed to be sleeping but you couldn’t, so you went where you knew your mom would be. She was in the soundproof room playing the piano and humming, trying to get ideas for a new song. You stood there at the door, waiting for your mom to acknowledge you. That happened pretty soon. She turned around and saw you standing there, in your pjs as you were holding your favorite teddy bear. Taylor smiled brightly at you and beckoned you to walk over to her.

“Hey little one, why aren’t you asleep yet?” She asked in a low, soothing voice. “I can’t sleep” you said in a tired voice, rubbing your eyes as Taylor made you sit in her lap sideways, so that you were laying your head on her shoulder and she could look at you. She kissed your nose and cheeks and forehead, before moving some wild hair away from your face. “How about I sing to you?” She said with a smile, you looked up at her with your big, wide, sweet (e/c) eyes expectantly and she didn’t even need a reply before she started playing “Never Grow Up” on piano. That song is originally meant for a guitar but here she was, playing it on piano and singing it, turning it into a lullaby only for you to hear.

You were asleep in a matter of seconds, and even though Taylor noticed, she still continued singing until the song was over and then she picked you up and put you into her own bed, staying snuggled up to her for the night, feeling as safe as ever in your mother’s arms. “I love you little one” she whispered.

That was the last time your mother sang something to you.

The last time she cuddled you.

The last time she told you she loved you.

A few weeks after she started planning her Eras Tour. She needed everything ready in such a short matter of time, setlist, choreographies, stage shape and instruments, transitions, lights and all the stuff regarding a regular concert. Not a day went by without her on the phone, or working on her laptop, or in studios either dancing or singing. It was moments like this where you wished you had a father figure. Not even the holidays you two spent together anymore. It was like she had completely forgotten about you, it was like you were just one random person in her house she had to cook for.

Two years later, On another identical night of your mother working, you decided to disturb her, just this once. “Hey mom” you said, walking over and sitting next to her on the couch. She was leaning forwards to the table where her laptop was placed. However, she didn’t reply to you. “Mom?” You asked again. You heard her sigh as she gave you an answer, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Yes, sweetie?” She asked, “Can we watch a movie tonight? Maybe we can order McDonalds and watch something?” You said as you leaned in closer to her, laying your head on her shoulder. “(Y/N) I can’t, I’m busy” she said and for a moment you were quiet as you looked towards the screen of her laptop, you could see she was scheduling the dates for the concert. You just hoped she would have a free day on your fourteenth birthday, like she promised.

“Oh come on, it’s just a movie, only for tonight. Please?” You pouted and wrapped your arms around her, hoping this might convince her. “I said in busy. Tour starts soon and I still need to figure out a few dates” she said and you groaned. “Please mom, we haven’t cuddled in a while-“ she interrupted you by removing your arms around herself. “I said no, (Y/N)!” She said, raising her voice which made you look at her with wide eyes, and kind of in shock. She never raised her voice at you until now. “God these days you’re so bothering, just go sleep!” You knew she didn’t mean it, but in this moment you couldn’t help but be hurt at her words. She couldn’t even be bothered to look at you when you got up and ran to your bedroom, locking yourself in as you cried into the pillow.

That was the last time you asked your mother to cuddle you.

From that day on, you barely talked to her. Not that you even needed to, either way. She was still always on the phone. The only differences where the fact that you’d go to your room immediately after lunch, and not stay and watch TV with her, and you’d go to Andrea’s place all day. She noticed you were sadder than usual. She noticed that you were more cuddly with her than usual. She also noticed you were quieter. When she asked if you were okay, you shrugged and said you were, And she also asked Taylor, who replied telling her that nothing was different, and most likely you were just acting up. It was weird to you, how your mother didn’t realize that she was neglecting you and your grandma had realized that just seeing you a couple days.

You ended up telling Andrea what was happening, and she tried to reassure you, saying that she was just nervous for the whole eras tour thing, and when it started things would become easier… but you weren’t sure of that.

A couple weeks later, what you feared became true. You were in your room when your mom made a post on instagram announcing the Eras Tour dates and you scanned through it, until you read it. “KC night 1 7/7/23”. Your birthday. She was having a concert on your birthday. You took your phone and rushed to the living room, where your mom was on the phone with her publicist, Tree. “Mom, seriously??” You asked her, not caring if she was on the phone or not. You heard her sigh “Tree, wait a second” she said and put the phone on mute, looking at me. “What is it?” She asked and you rolled your eyes. “You put a concert date on my birthday” you said and she sighed again. “Can we not do this now? This is important-“ you interrupted her again. “More important than your daughter?” You talked back.

Taylor was silent for a while, before excusing herself with Tree and ending the call, and you repeated what you said. “You put a concert date on my birthday” she nodded, looking confused “yeah, and?” You shook your head. “You had promised me you’d have the day free so you could spend it with me! It’s been a long time since we last had a day together, just you and me…” you looked down, but she didn’t seem to be bothered. “We’ll spend some time together after the concert like we already did.” She looked away from you, eyes back on her phone. “But that’s not what you promised!” You said and raised your voice, making her look at you. “(Y/N), right now, tour’s more important-“ you interrupted her, “then why did you have me?” She looked up back at you, looking more confused than ever.

“Huh?” She asked and only now did she notice that you had tears in your eyes. “Why did you have me if tours are more important than me?” At that, Taylor got up and walked over to you, eyes full of worry and remorse, maybe. “The fact that I’m now busy with tour doesn’t mean that I love you any less” she said and knelt down in front of you. “But you don’t show it! You don’t show that you love me…” You said and she furrowed her brows, even more confused. A couple tears leaving your eyes. “do you remember when was the last time we celebrated my birthday together?” You asked her and saw how she shook her head, thinking of a reply. “It was 6 years ago. I was 8, mom” you said “it was 2017, remember what period it was?” Once again, she didn’t reply, but you both knew what period it was. “When was the last time you told me you loved? I don’t remember it” you didn’t remember it, but Taylor did. You had fallen asleep in her lap and she had just stopped singing you “Never grow up.” She stood up and sighed, watching you cry but she didn’t feel like apologizing would be enough.

“If you knew you weren’t going to have time for me, you could have aborted me” your voice broke as you were saying this, and you rushed back into your bedroom, not knowing that in that precise moment, your mother was bawling her eyes out too. She wanted to spend more time with you, she really did, but at the same rime, she really didn’t have time.

The day of your birthday, you wouldn’t be seeing your mother until the concert. You woke up to no text from her, which made tears well up in your eyes but you quickly blinked them away and went on with your day. Andrea had gifted you a necklace with a dream catcher, which you really liked, but you would have needed no gift if only you could spend your day with your mother, but by now you had given up on that occasion.

The concert went by normally, like any other, and you had spent it in the booth with Andrea, smiling whenever people asked pictures of you as well and exchanging friendship bracelets with them, like grandma had showed you. Soon it was the moment of the surprise songs and you were expecting her to take her guitar, but she didn’t.

She sat at her piano, and started talking. “Well, welcome to the surprise songs” she started and everyone clapped their hands, screaming in joy and adoration. There was a reason behind every surprise song she chose for every night and you were curious as to what tonight’s reasons would be. “On normal occasions I would be playing this song on guitar, but this isn’t a normal occasion” she smiled at what she was about to say, and you furrowed your brows in confusion. Was she talking about your birthday? “As I’m pretty sure all of you know, I have a daughter, her name’s (Y/N)” everyone began cheering even more. Yes, she was talking about your birthday. “I have never talked publicly about her, but tonight’s her birthday, so I wanted to surprise her. She’s here tonight, and she’s in that booth over there with my mom” she pointed over to you with a smile, and everyone cheered again.

“It’s been a rough period for both of us. I’ve been very busy with tour, and she’s been wanting to spend more time with me and I feel like a very bad mother for not being able to give her what she wants, and apologizing doesn’t really work all the time, she’s stubborn as hell” the crowd laughed and you couldn’t help but smile at her words and you leaned into Andrea, who gave you a side hug. “Well anyway as I was saying, this is a very special occasion as it’s her birthday so I’ll play this song on piano instead of guitar, and I would like you all to look at the screen behind me as I play this song. Happy birthday little one, this is for you”

With that, Taylor started playing “Never Grow Up”, the song she wrote about you, for you.

Your little hand’s wrapped around my finger and it’s so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter ‘cause your dreamin’ So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

A video started playing on the huge screen behind her. Photos and videos of you as a child with her, both so young and happy. Taylor was smiling brightly and you laughed whenever you were around her and her family, now you understood more the words:

To you everything’s funny you got nothing to regret, I’d give all I have honey if you could stay like that

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up Just stay this little Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up It could stay this simple I won't let nobody hurt you Won't let no one break your heart And no one will desert you Just try to never grow up Never grow up

You started tearing up more with the chorus as you sang along, and behind her more videos of the both of you were being played. No matter where or how Taylor was in life, she always loved you, every day more than the other. A side screen showed her as she was playing this song in this very moment, tears leaving her eyes and more forming in them. As the song came to an end, she spoke again. “Happy birthday babygirl, mama loves you so so much” she said and sniffled, wiping her tears. The crowd was louder than ever, and like other times she stopped to take it all in.

“Can I go to her?” You asked Grandma and she nodded, explaining that she had anticipated this would happen and already had a bodyguard ready and waiting for you. He quickly took you backstage and showed you the way up to the stage, even if you knew it already.

The stage doors opened to reveal you, and everyone cheered even louder as you started running your way to the front of the stage, where your mom was. Taylor turned around to look at you, smiling brightly as she got up and made her way towards you, arms opened for you to get into a tight, warm embrace. When you were finally in her arms, you both cried a bit more as you placed your head on her chest, and her head was right on top of yours. When you pulled back she took her in-ear monitors off, cupped your cheeks, looked at you and said “I love you so so so much, please never forget that”

“I love you too mom” you said almost in between sobs. She kissed your forehead and pulled you into another, tight hug.

#taylor swift #taylor swift x you #taylor swift x reader #taylor swift x daughter #taylor stans #taylor swizzle #debut taylor’s version #taylor swift x daughter!reader

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namecantbeblank · 9 months

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deathduo family/pissa nation I see you, I hear you, and I sympathize with u. i offer some headcanons to further your copium in these dark days. to be honest, it was between this and angst headcanons for them 💀 let me know if you want those too

- Missas absence has done little to affect Phil or his relationship with him. As an immortal or extremely old being himself, especially one who works for the god of death, he is unaffected by the amount of time he's been away. A couple months away means nothing in the great scheme of things.

- Phil sings some of the songs Missa first sang to Chayanne, albeit badly, as lullabies often. He's attempted to play Missas guitar with the help of Wilbur, but it's never gone quite right.

- Before Chayanne learned to cook from Missa, in the early days Missa would cook for the other two. Since Missa is a skeleton and more active at night, Phil would often fall asleep to the sounds and smells of cooking, and wake up to a fridge stocked with meals for the day. When Missa came back briefly, Phil woke up to an overflowing fridge and pantry from Chay + Missas cooking adventures.

- Missa would never share his recipes with Phil, telling him it was a secret, but the one thing he showed him was how to up his avocado toast game. Phil became obsessed with this recipe and still tries to perfect it, but Missa seems to have a magic touch with this sort of thing.

- When Phil and Missa first started living together, Phil realized his husband is cringefail at living in the overworld. So there was a lot of hurt/comfort and teasing over this. Phil, being the more experienced overworld death practitioner, had to give Missa lessons on how to survive in the overworld, what's poisonous and what's not, etc. In turn, Missa told him stories and taught him songs, how to skip rocks and make the best paints out of natural resources.

- Phil got Missa a cat after hearing about what happened with his first one (When Spreen killed it for a deal w the devil), which he took with him when he left.

- There's an inside joke between Phil and Chayanne involving Missas protectiveness over Chay. "Missa would have a heart attack if he saw you doing that", etc

- I have a headcanon that along with the tickets, each pair also got something that links them to the other. Jewelry, etc. Tldr, the items can lead them to one another and can give insights on how the other is doing, based on it glowing or something. For Phil and Missa, I like to think they got matching earrings. With the distance and time between them, the connection is weaker, but Phil often wakes up to it flickering light, an indication that Missa is still thinking about him.

#pissa #qsmp #qsmp headcanon #blank rambles #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #deathduo #qsmp chayanne

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cameronspecial · 9 days

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The People We Used To Be

Pairing: Musician! Rafe Cameron x Musician! Reader

Warnings: Rafe being an asshole

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 8.5K

Summary: Music brought together Y/N and Rafe, but he pulled them apart. After seven years, a competition to win a recording deal brings them back together and they are forced to confront their past.

A/N: Inspired by @ghostofwriting's Kildare Spilt series which is absolutely amazing and you have to check it out if you haven't already. The songs in the fic are "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo (Altered to fit the fic) and "Right My Wrongs" by Bryson Tiller. I didn't write them.

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Music has a way of making the world make sense for Y/N and Rafe. The Pogue and the Kook met at a Mommy and Me music class their mothers took them to as toddlers. Their mothers and each other helped foster a love for the art and it became even more of a necessity when they lost their mothers. Rafe was the first one to lose his mother. Margaret Cameron had been battling cancer for two years before her passing and it completely destroyed her eight-year-old son. Every Kook he knew tried to help him with his grief, except the one person who could actually get through to him didn’t live on Figure Eight. Instead of crying in his room in Tannyhill, he found himself riding his bike to a small bungalow on the Cut. It was in that small house where a little girl sat on the front porch with a guitar that was too big for her, trying to play “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper. Her mom’s favourite song. The sound of the chain of his bike caused her to freeze and look up from the strings. “You are getting better,” he praised, getting off his bike to walk it up the small driveway. She gave him a smile that showed him she wasn’t afraid to be happy during his time of mourning. She didn’t walk on eggshells around him and he loved it. It made him feel normal, like before his mom got sick. She beckoned him to the porch swing with her hand, “Come sing with me.” He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “Nuh-uh, that’s a girl song,” he argued.

The front door opened and out came Melody Y/L/N. Her smile matched her daughter. “Now, Rafe. Have I not taught you anything about music? There is no such thing as a boy song or a girl song. Or a Pogue song or a Kook song. As long as it speaks to you, it is meant for you. Now, why don’t we all sing together?” Those words touched him and it would continue to do so well into adulthood. And it was that afternoon when Rafe started to heal from the pain of a dead mother. Playing music with the Y/L/N women and being happy made him feel closer to his mom than any condolences from other people.

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Y/N lost her mother at twelve years old. The real kicker was that the universe decided that the day the girl would turn into a young lady was the day of her mother’s funeral. Her mother was a lively person and requested in her will that people wear their favourite colour to her funeral. So Y/N wore light blue to the burial. When she went to the bathroom after returning home, she was greeted with a massive red stain in her underwear. It felt as though the world had ended. Melody may have talked to her daughter about the logistics of dealing with a period, but Y/N couldn’t remember a word of what her mother had said and she began to panic. She locked herself in the bathroom after her dad gave her a new pair of underwear and some of her mom’s leftover pads. Other than that, he had no idea what else to do to get his daughter out. His wife was gone and his daughter was dealing with a problem he had never experienced before. He felt hopeless until he thought of the one person who could help.

Ward dropped off his son in front of the one-story yellow house, telling his son he could sleep over if Y/N needed someone. Rafe walked into the house as if he lived there and went straight to the bathroom door. “Hey, Rock Star. I heard you were feeling bad. I brought you some KitKats, dulce de leche ice cream and some Tylenol,” he announces, looking through the bag. “My mo- My mom used to say eating sweets made her feel better.” She didn’t respond; instead, she remained seated on the floor against the bathtub. Her head was on her knees to catch the tears coming from her eyes, wishing her mom could be here to help her through it. Rafe sighed, worried his friend would never leave that room again. Since food didn’t work, he only knew one other thing that might be able to get her out. If it didn’t work, then he didn’t know what would. He ran to the living room and flipped through the CD holder, looking for a specific one. He finally found it and took it out. He set it in the CD player and dragged it into the hallway. He plugged it in, skipping to the perfect song. The notes began to play and he shook his hips in synch with it. “I come home, in the morning light,” he started to sing with Cyndi. She could hear his exaggerated shrieks from inside her confides. He was definitely doing it to goad her out. “I think I’m a great singer. What do you think, Rock Star?” he screamed from the other side of the door. She sat there for a little longer, listening to his horrible singing.

Eventually, she had to save her poor ears from the torture. His singing dimmed in volume at the click of the lock. He saw her feet tapping and he knew it was only a matter of time before she joined in with him. Once she started singing with him, he switched to his real singing voice. The slant of her lips was still in a frown, but it was still an improvement from not wanting to see anyone. And once again, music helped the children grieve the loss of an important woman in their lives.

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Her foot taps against the floor as she bites her nails. The earplugs she is wearing help dampen the sound from the stage. She can’t believe he is here. It really shouldn’t be a surprise. This competition would launch the winner’s career. Y/N hasn’t seen him in seven years and hasn’t played with him for just as long. Kiara comes from behind her and rests a palm on her shoulder. Kie has been touring with Y/N’s band for three years now. As soon as she graduated high school, she hit the road and became the Melodies’ personal assistant. They both turn to look at the lead singer of Just Wanna Have Fun as he sings while strumming his electric guitar. He turns so she can see the back of his guitar and she spots the beam note with their initial in each of the ovals of the notes. R and Y/I/N. She is surprised he hasn’t painted over it already. Each band gets to play three songs and when she hears the next song he decides to play, she can’t stand on the sideline and watch them perform anymore. She turns around and heads into the lounge area for the musicians. How dare he play that song?

He could feel her gaze on her throughout his first set. He should’ve figured she would be here. If he thought she was, he wouldn’t have played the next set. He finishes his part of the duet and he looks to the side of the stage to see her while Frank sings the verse that used to belong to Y/N. Disappointment flashes across his eyes at the empty spot where she was. This is the first time he gets to see her in seven years and of course, he has to screw it up. He gets so caught up in the past that he almost misses his verse.

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The cool air tickled their skin as her head rested on his stomach. The new electric guitar his dad bought him for his fourteenth birthday lay beside them. “Do you ever worry about us not being friends anymore?” she thought out loud, staring up at a cloud that looked a little like a bunny. He frowns at her and lifts his head up to look at her, “No, why in the world would I think about that?”

“We are total opposites, Rafe. You are a Kook. I’m a Pogue. You are destined for a life of greatness while I’m meant to be stuck on my side of the island.”

He laughs, “That’s absolutely ridiculous because we are both meant to be in a band together and become so famous that the members of Pink Floyd will be jealous.”

He could see the seriousness of her question and sat up, taking her with him. She now sat across from him and he took her hand into his. “But seriously though, all that stuff doesn’t matter. Not when we have music. It’s like your mom used to say. Music isn’t meant for one type of person. As long as it speaks to you, it is meant for you. And that logic is the same for us. We speak to each other, so we are meant for each other,” he promised. He scooted to his backpack and got out a Sharpie. He sat back down beside her, flipping his guitar onto his lap. “What are you doing?” she questioned. She slid in closer to him. He uncapped the marker and began to draw a beam note. He looked up at her with a smile, “Proving to you that we will never stop being friends.” He put his initial in the first note and handed the marker over to her. She got the message, writing her initial in the other note. He took the marker back to cap it. “There. Now, as long as this is here, we will be friends forever.” She giggled at his remark, thinking it would eventually fade; however, what she didn’t know was that he forced his dad to get something to seal the writing that very night.

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Y/N will never get over the feeling of being on stage. Whether she is playing for a crowd of one or a hundred, all she needs is to share what she loves with people willing to listen. She smiles at the camera Kiara flashes in her face and takes the towel Kie hands to her. The fabric removes the sweat from her forehead, staining with makeup in the process. She makes her way to the lounge to put her stuff away so she can wait out the other bands until they announce who is going to make it to the next round. Her usual routine after a gig is to take a breather outside by herself. She needs the outside air to cool her down and let her think, so her bandmates give her the space she needs as she heads out the backdoor. She breathes in the cool air, slamming against the rough brick wall. So far, she has been able to contain her emotions about seeing him again. Yet, finally being able to focus on her feelings, makes her realize that she is still hurt by what he did all those years ago. She trusted him with all of her heart and he broke that trust. How could someone she loved so much betray her so badly?

“It’s been seven years and you still haven’t changed, Rock Star.” The voice snaps her out of her thoughts. Her head swivels in his direction, rolling her eyes at him. “Neither have you because I’m guessing you are here to smoke. You know those things will kill you, right?” she retorts, looking in the opposite direction. He chuckles, “Yeah, this girl I used to know a while back told me that all the time.” She doesn’t join in his playfulness. “You know what, I’m just going to go back inside,” she decides, pushing off of the wall to head to the door. He reaches for her wrist to stop her. She stops at the contact and he flicks the cigarette bud on the floor. He stomps it out. His gaze finds her again and at the disapproving look on her face, he picks it up and throws it in the garbage. He points toward the door, “I’ll go. I recognize how much you need these moments alone. I’ll see you back inside.” He steps toward the doorway, pausing to glance at her over his shoulder. “It was nice to see you in person again.” She scoffs, “I wish I could say the same.” This digs another shallow hole in his heart and he lets the door slam shut behind him. Once he is gone, she slides down the wall, resting her head on her knees with her eyes closed. Is a record deal with one of the best recording labels really worth the regauging of old wounds?

Rafe heads to the bathroom, the inside of his cheek caught between his teeth. The decision to use the individual bathroom is easy; he doesn’t want anyone to walk in on his mental breakdown. His hand twists the cold facet and splashes the water onto his face. The shock of the temperature aids him in rearranging his thoughts. At the sight of her broken heart, it killed him that he wasn’t able to drag her into his hold and whisper how sorry he was for letting them get to this point. After all their time apart, every single detail that he remembers about her is the same. Her lavender perfume remains his favourite smell in the world. The dark fuschia lipstick is the one he picked out for her when she started wearing makeup. And she relies on the tiny taps of her feet in rhythm with the song playing in her head.

———

Rafe watches her from his spot in front of the stage. The area designated for the bands to stand in during the elimination announcement isn’t as crowded as the general admission behind him. Two bands are going to be eliminated. It isn’t a lot, yet it doesn’t guarantee Just Wanna Have Fun is going to continue in the competition. He hopes the Melodies advance, certainly because the longer they both stay, the more chances he has at making things right between them. All he wants is to get back what they had and maybe what they didn’t get the opportunity. That wish is quickly submerged by a wave from a passing jet ski.

The jet ski is probably two inches shorter than Rafe. His light brown curly hair goes passed the bottom of his ear and looks like a flat mane. The green eyes stare at Y/N with adoration that only Rafe should be allowed to direct toward her. What really destroys Rafe is when that five o’clock shadow brushes against Y/N’s skin to give her a kiss on the cheek. Garrett notices Rafe’s gaze and shoves the glarer with his shoulder. “Stop staring. You look creepy,” Garrett orders, turning back to the stage. As Rafe is about to obey the suggestion, he catches the way Y/N leans against the chest of the mystery man, causing a bubble of nausea to form in his stomach. The screech of a microphone calls the attention of everyone in the crowd. A short woman with blue hair and black lips angles the bulb toward her, “Everyone played beautifully tonight, but unfortunately, you all can’t join us next week. Just as a reminder every week, two bands will be eliminated. Now, for the moment you have all been waiting for.” She takes a pause to unfold the paper with the names of the unlucky musicians and her cheerful demeanour shifts to one of sorrow. “I’m sorry to announce that Dex the Sex and Heartaches will not be playing on this stage again next week.” The bands closest to the exiled ones express their condolences, while the ones further away can be seen celebrating the small victory. Rafe turns to hug his bandmates and can’t help but risk a glance at her. Her arms are around her supposed boyfriend’s neck and their chest are pressed against each other.

The green-eyed monster tickles his heart. His legs move in advance of his brain processing his emotions. The tips of his navy blue converses touch her black leather boots. He notices the way the man’s arm around her waist slightly tightens so that the veins in his arms are prominent and the sharp jaw clenches. Rafe eventually has the confidence to look in her eyes and her distaste for him marinates in them. His fingers go to scratch the back of his ear, “Congrats on making it to the next round. You… you played great. Was the last song new?” She leans forward in the man’s hold and some of her hatred cools down. “Thanks, it is. Something I came up with last week. We’ve been working late nights to perfect it for tonight. You sounded great tonight too,” she says barely above a whisper. The man behind her looks between the ex-bandmates and extends his hand out, “I’m Knox, Y/N’s boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you, Rafe.”

Rafe grips Knox’s hand a little too tight with a straight smile. “It’s nice to meet you too,” he placates, wondering how much trouble he would get into for punching the idiot. It would be unwarranted for sure, yet it doesn’t stop his urge to want to do it. Feeling the start of a cock fight brewing, Y/N steps in. “We didn’t eat dinner before the show, so we are going to go… do that.” She breaks away from her boyfriend’s hold and takes his hand, following her friends toward the exit. Her cold demeanour might have made someone else lose spirit. Someone who didn’t know Y/N. Rafe knows otherwise though. He was able to crack the glaze of her harshness. He isn’t letting that victory go.

———

His feet ache after a late-night practice. They had gotten the last timeslot for practice at the venue today, not that Rafe minds. He works better at night because it is when he needs a distraction the most. She was there earlier, so he didn’t get to see her. The smell of her perfume followed him wherever he went while he was there. They haven’t had any encounters since that night. It doesn’t surprise him; she is obviously avoiding him. It hurts him more than hell and he knows he deserves it because he did something a hundred times worse to her. The echo of his footsteps is the sole sound in his vast apartment. This has been his house for five years, except it doesn’t feel like home. Not when it doesn’t have that touch of her like his room at Tannyhill does.

———

“God, could your room look any more like a stereotypical teenage boy’s jerk off-centre?” she criticized, looking around the room with disgust in her eyes at the cluster of cups on his bedside table. Some of them had ring stains around the glass. He looked at her over his shoulder, “What are you talking about? All the guys I know have a room like this.” She points at the walls littered merely with car posters or bikini models. “Yeah, and that’s the problem. How can you call this place home if there is nothing that shows you are the one living here?” she argued. He gestured to the poster, “What do you think that is?”

“That shows me that any guy in my class lives here.”

“Like a Pogue could afford half of the stuff in this room.”

“Really, Rafe?”

“Right, sorry. Can you just get to the point? What do you think I should add then? What will make this place my home?”

“You need more personality in here. Pictures of people you love. Little trinkets. Plants. Music stuff. Love letters from a sweetheart.”

He chuckled, “Like you display your love letters. And why can’t my personality be cars and bikini posters.” “Because that’s every other straight cis-gendered boy's personality. You know, if you added more things, it would make a girl feel more comfortable in your room,” she attempted a different tactic. His brow arched, “Hmm, never thought about it that way. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in my room though. Why bring it up now?” “I’m tired of looking at this nasty-ass messy room. That’s why,” she admitted. He nodded, taking into consideration her opinion. He grabbed a piece of tape from his desk drawer and took out his wallet. She observes as he slides out a picture from the window slot. He tacked on the photo right above his desk. She couldn’t see what it was in, so she stepped forward. Her eyes welled up with tears at the sight. It was a picture of them. The memory of when the photo was taken comes to the forefront of her mind. They were twelve years old and he had just learnt a new chord on the guitar, so of course, he had to teach her it as well. His hands were placed over hers on the neck of the guitar, while he guided her fingers. “What’s this?” she stupidly questioned.

He grinned at her, “You told me to put up a picture of someone I loved and I did.” “And you just had that picture in your wallet this whole time?” she clarified. He shrugged, “Yep since I got it.” “That is very unexpected, Rafe,” she thought out loud. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “What do you expect, Rock Star? You’re my best friend. Of course, I love you.” The words stung her. It shouldn’t surprise her that was who he saw her as. She was a Pogue; she could never be more to him.

———

He should’ve brought that picture to New York with him. He did bring one thing over that reminded him of home. The music room in his apartment has everything he needs to write a song. It is the one place in his apartment that he doesn’t mind spending time in. There are so many ways for him to clear his mind here and it is where his bandmates like to hang out too. No matter how many times Frank (keyboardist), Garrett (bassist), Topper (drummer), and Barry (band manager) enter this room and know every inch of the room, they will never find his most precious possession. He kneels beside the drawer tower filled with various accessories for the instruments and pulls the bottom one open. He pushes down on the false bottom to reveal a stack of lined papers. They are rumpled from how many times he has read them over; he just couldn’t bring himself to send them or get rid of them. At first, he wrote them to apologize to her, but then he started to use it as a cathartic method. He allowed himself to express everything he had ever wanted to say to her in the letters and every time he needed a reminder of who they used to each other, he read them. His hope was that one day they would be the personalization their house needed to feel like home. It’s been a while since he wrote a new one; however, with her reappearance in his life, it feels time to write another.

Dear Rock Star,

Even after all this time, you still manage to find a way to have a hold on my heart. Maybe, it’s because I never sent the first letter, so we never got the closure we needed. But seeing you again made my heart feel like it was beating to the tune of its old song. Everything I felt for you came back like a tidal wave and all I wanted to do was hug the ever-loving shit out of you. And then he went to you. That wave I thought I could overcome became my undoing. It made me regret never reaching out to say I was sorry. I realized that your rejection of my apology would be a lot less painful than your moving on from me. It was bound to happen. How could it not when you are the most amazing person to have ever existed? I just dreamt that I could’ve found my way back into your life before it happened. But I didn’t and now, I have to stew in my consequences.

I sometimes wonder if you miss me as much as I miss you. I get that it is different for you. You were the one who got hurt instead of the one doing the hurting. I think you do. You may not admit it, but you responded to me. Maybe you wanted to seem professional and I can see that being your reason. Yet, your eyes told me something else. I’m not talking about when we talked. I’m talking about when I was on stage. You saw the beam note and I could see the yarning behind the hatred. You want to go back to that time just as much as I want to. I’m going to get us back to that place, I promise. We might not be able to be exactly the people we used to be; nevertheless, we can try. Because you still speak to me, Rock Star, and that means we are meant to be.

Loving you always,

Rafe

He sighs at the final stroke of the pen and caps it. He reads it over and over until it is all he can think about. The words have never felt more true to him and he makes a vow to himself to make it come true. If he can’t have back what they once had, then he will make damn sure he’ll earn the next best thing. He hears the jiggle of the front door handle and rapidly shoves everything back into the drawer. “Dude, why is it always so damn dark in here? Don’t you know how to turn on lights?” Topper teases from downstairs. “Where are you? Come out of the studio for once, will ya? We brought you food from that Turkish place.”

———

“I think maybe we should try you coming in later with the backup vocals, Debs. Why don’t we try again?” Y/N advises. At the nod from the other girls, Y/N faces the stage outward and grips the microphone with both hands. Viola counts them down, beginning the rhythm for everyone to join in. Y/N waits for her cue to sing; she has been the lead singer for the Melodies for seven years and she has yet to figure out what to do with her hands. When they started the band, they figured having two guitarists didn’t mesh well with their sound. So, she offered to drop the instrument for the band because Laila hates singing. She didn’t mind not being able to play on stage, except there were sometimes when she missed it. She’d even dare to say she missed playing with Just Wanna Hav Fun because she wanted the ability to shred some strings in a room bigger than her shoebox of an apartment. The note that signifies she comes in plays and she opens her mouth to sing. Her mind turns off, focusing entirely on hitting every note perfectly. Every time she gets to be on stage, she finds herself falling in love with music again. Especially since it helps her feel closer to her mother.

The girls get lost in the music and forget the time. The clearing of a throat causes Y/N to whip in the direction of it. Topper gives her a small smile and a wave, “I hate to stop the creative flow, but it’s eleven.” Y/N’s head bobs and helps the others get all of their stuff together. She can feel the eyes of the people she used to call friends on her. She tries not to succumb to the pressure of their gaze. As they leave the stage, both groups awkwardly look at each other. She hasn’t kept secrets from her girls, so they know everything that went down between her and the boys.

Laila, Viola, and Debra can see the emotionless expression on her face at the encounter with her past and decide not to bring it up. “Are you working a shift today?” Laila inquires whilst placing her guitar in its case. Y/N slings her bag across her chest, “Yeah, I’m doing a closing shift. If you guys want to come over to rehearse some more, come over after ten. I need a break between now and work.” “Got it, I’ll bring the pizza,” Laila informs before leaving with Debra and Viola. Kiara returns from the bathroom and approaches Y/N, looking nervously between the stage and her friend. “I don’t want to talk about it, Kie,” she laments. Kiara notices the way the singer avoids eye contact. The PA shakes her head, “You’ve been burying this within you for almost a decade. That isn’t healthy.” “I have no idea what you are talking about. It is perfectly fine to not talk about it. And for your information, I interacted with him on the first competition night. I would say that counts as acknowledging it,” she contends. Kiara’s head tilts to give Y/N a pointed look.

“I overheard that conversation. You were just being nice because the audience could see you.”

“You can’t deny that I was being nice. So I say it counts.”

“You know that isn’t what I mean, Y/N/N. You aren’t only hurting him by leaving things unsolved, but yourself. The more you avoid getting closure, the more you come up with your own explanation for his actions. Those are always going to be worse than the truth. Think about it, not for him. For you.”

Kie doesn’t wait for an answer and it leaves Y/N to think about the impact of her friend's words. She chances a glance to where the music is coming from before heading home. The world is drowned out by the music playing in her headphones, filling in the space where her thoughts should populate. Everyone believes she has to speak to him; they lecture her on the importance of learning the full story. It is rich of them to say all those things when they aren’t the ones who Rafe pained. He didn’t even have the decency to say he was sorry after she confronted him. All he had to present to her were countless excuses. So they don’t get to have an input on how she deals with her shit because she is dealing with it. Through her writing. Out of Rafe and Y/N, she has always been the one more attuned to writing. Rafe can write good songs, he just isn’t as in love with the process as she is. Once her headphones come off at home, she rushes to her bedside drawer, pulling out a beaten-up notebook. She flips through countless songs about him. Every single one was written when she couldn’t contain how she felt. She finally gets to the picture of them she uses as a bookmark. It is the same one he taped onto his wall when they were fifteen. She couldn’t bring herself to take anything else of him during her move. As soon as the pen hits the paper, everything she has been bundling up inside falls onto the page.

———

He had asked her out. Rafe asked her out and she said yes. It had been a game of cat and mouse, them going back and forth on whether or not they should risk their friendship for something more. Spoiler alter, it wasn’t going to be. She didn’t know that though. At the moment, she was focused on getting to band practice. The cold evening breeze caused her to wrap her zip-up hoodie around her body by holding it against her waist. She drops her phone right as she gets to the opening of Topper’s garage. Something she overhears while picking up her phone makes her delay her entry to the room. “I heard you are going on a date with Y/N.” It was a high-pitched voice that could only belong to Samantha. Y/N wasn’t the biggest fan of Samantha. The Kook had a permanent judgmental face in her presence and she could hear the repugnance lacing the question.

Y/N expected her best friend to hear the same tone and defend her. It never happened. “Listen, I didn’t want to do it. I got tired of her doing that pathetic mopey-eyed shit. She was begging for me to ask her out, so I did to stop her pestering. Trust me, I could never willingly date a Pogue.” Suddenly, her heart popped under the weight of the tire and he continued to smear her most vital organ across the road with every laugh he let out. What added to her decimation was that her other bandmates joined in her mocking. During their friendship, they had never made her feel different because of what side of the island she was born on. She thought they didn’t care about the number in her bank account; apparently, they did. She wondered how many lies they told her. Was everything they ever paid for for her because they pitied her? Were they truly her friend? She stepped back to leave, not having the courage to face the most important people in her life until Rafe said something that turned her agony to rage. “What about that stupid saying her mom always said that she lives by. As long as it speaks to you, it is meant for you. It is so ridiculous. One. Not everything talks. Two. Does she believe that a life outside of the cut is meant for her? Y/N is so delusional.” Samantha let out a cackle. This was the ultimate betrayal.

She stormed into the room, letting the boys’ height tower over her. The faint smell of weed permeated the air. With the number of times they smoked in here, she was surprised the fabric of the light brown couch didn’t permanently smell like the drug. Topper’s garage wasn’t what most people would imagine for a place to park a car. It made sense though because his family didn’t keep their cars in this garage. They had another small building to house their vehicles in true Kook fashion. This room was a modern finished room, perfectly equipped for whatever Topper’s new hobby was and it happened that his hobby for the past year was being in a band. Rafe could see the fury in her eyes and knew she heard everything they said. He felt horrible. In an ignorant teenage boy fashion, he said anything he could to get laughter out of his friends, creating the biggest mistake of his life. Time needed to rewind, so he could say what he should’ve. The way she looked at him buried him in regret. His desire to take her into his arms for her comfort was trumped by the knowledge that she would chew his head off. “How can you say those things about my mother? The fact that you would ridicule her after she treated you like her own son is sickening. You didn’t deserve her love and she would be disappointed in who you turned out to be. So would your own mom because the Margaret Cameron I know would be ashamed at how you just talked about her dead friend and your presumed best friend,” she fired. He could make glass out of sand with the way she scorched him. His mind zipped around with ways to apologize and make things better, yet his dumb hormonal self advised him to keep digging. She was outnumbered after all.

“Playing the mom card, how depressing. No, I think my mom would be proud of me. She never liked you anyway. How could she? All you are is a sad little poor Pogue.”

Lies. Margaret adored Y/N, loving getting to sing with the little girl. The laughs from the Kooks fueled his outer confidence, while his heart was being grated into millions of pieces. She froze; her face contorting into a pout. He spotted the wobble of her lip and the hitching of her breath. His feet shuffled forward a micro-inch, wanting to wipe away her despair. She took a deep breath. Silence seeped into the air. The tension thickened like trying to swim in a pool of peanut butter. She held her head high as she spun to leave, refusing to let them see her misery.

———

Another competition night passes with the survival of Just Wanna Have Fun and the Melodies. The venue hall is practically empty, except for a few stray people. While the rest of the girls go home, Y/N stays behind to get some downtime alone in the rehearsal room. Being in the Battle of The Bands with Rafe is proving to be harder than she thought. They haven’t had another conversation, but their proximity puts her on edge. Her footsteps echo in the hallway as she leaves the bathroom. Headphones cover her ears, distracting her from the presence behind her. A tap on her shoulder causes her to twirl around. A skinny man with a sad excuse for a beard leers at her. He is wearing The Melodies’ merch and gives her a gut-twisting smile. Suddenly, she feels uneasy because of the lack of people in the building. Time droops as his thin fingers encase her wrist. She tries to yank her arm out; his baby-like grip impedes her attempt. “You have such a beautiful voice,” he mumbles. The usual compliment doesn’t have the same effect coming from a man who looks at her in such an objectified manner.

“You need to let go,” she orders, having no obligation to acknowledge the content of his words. His hand further coils around her skin, “I said something nice about you. The least you can do is say thank you.” Fear sets in when his other hand reaches for his belt and he begins to drag her toward the bathroom. An arm hooks around the delusional man’s neck, causing him to stop and jerk her backwards. She quickly recognizes the thick bicep. “Let go of her,” Rafe growls in the assaulter’s ear. Relief flushes her at the release of weight from her wrist. “Rock Star, go get security and go back to the practice room.” Her mind goes on autopilot and follows his instructions, overlooking the manner in which he knows why she is here late.

Once security is sent to aid Rafe, she returns to the instrument-filled room. Her attention is on the blue acoustic guitar resting in its case close to the metal stool. She picks up the guitar and takes a seat. Her fingers press against the string on the neck and her other hand strumms to create the chord. The lyrics she wrote so long ago flow out of her.

“You betrayed me And I know that you'll never feel sorry For the way I hurt, yeah You said I was priceless but you really meant worthless. It took you a second To pretend I was nothing Guess I should’ve known That you were always a liar.”

Rafe's back rests against the stone, a tear slipping out of the corner of his eye and down his face. He was going to go in to check in on her but hesitates to fall through. She needs to say something to the universe and for once, Rafe isn’t going to take that away from her. He saw the way the bounce of her foot disappeared with the song. Instead, he plans to give her exactly what she needs. The guys are going to hate him for this.

———

The crowd is electric as Rafe takes a second to breathe. He looks around the venue, searching to see if she is in the section for the musicians to watch the show. His eyes connect with Y/N’s. He can carry on with his plan. He rests a hand on the microphone and adjusts the earpiece in his ear. The mic stand tilts while he brings the mic closer to his mouth, “This next one is new. It’s not on any of our albums, but it is something that is long overdue.” He flicks his head toward Topper to start playing the song they worked all week to perfect in time. Rafe’s head bobs to the beat of the drum, waiting for his queue to jump in. He starts singing at the same time he strums the first chord.

“I've gotta right my wrongs With you is where I belong You've been down from the go Recognition is what you want And it's something that I should know Something that I should know All the things that you went through I never meant to put you through it twice, no Tell me how can I right my wrongs That's something that I should know All the things that we been through I never meant to put you through it twice, oh no”

His eyes flicker to her and his heart drops at the tears running down her round cheeks. Every part inside of him wants to stop playing when he sees her go backstage. He gets through the set and the rest of the guys say goodbye to their fans. He is too distracted to give it his full attention. Once backstage, he removes his guitar and weaves through the crew and other musicians in a jog to get to the musicians’ lounge. Disappointment crosses him when he can’t find her. He spots Kie and runs over to his sister’s friend. “Where did she go?” he interrogates, eyes frantically scanning the room for her. Kiara’s eyes roll, “You seriously expect me to tell you after the stunt you just pulled.” His hands clasp together in a shake. “Please, Kie. I needed to do it. She had to know how sorry I was and music has always been our way to connect. It felt right,” he explains, trying to resist the urge to drop to his knees in front of everyone.

“It’s seven years too late, Rafe.”

“It’s only too late unless one of us is dead. I need to make sure she is okay. That she knows I mean what I wrote.”

“I don’t think you are begging enough.”

His head goes crooked and he follows her gaze to the floor. He swallows his pride and gets onto his knees, “Please, Kiara Carrera. Tell me where Y/N is.” Kie smiles in satisfaction. “I won’t tell you where she lives, but I will tell you where she works and you can keep going there until you happen to be there when she works,” Kiara grants, typing the location into his phone.

———

The clouds outside make the afternoon dark, adding to Rafe’s loss of hope of not seeing Y/N. The news said it was supposed to rain tonight, but it said that about every day this week and it was wrong. There is a small skip in his step as he reaches for the handle of the coffee shop. An elderly lady stands in the doorway he opened, so he steps back and allows her to pass him. She gives him a small smile as she does. Freshly ground coffee beans and the sound of steam coming from the machine strike his senses. Lydia at the counter recognizes him and begins making his usual before he gets to the register. TJ already has his order punched into the system when he gets there. All Rafe has to do is pay. Once that is done, he sits at a booth sitting along the right wall to wait for his drink. This allows him to see the counter and the front door at the same time. He has been to the cafe every day this week. He only leaves when they close or when he has to practice at the venue. A week isn’t long, yet it still allows him to get to know the people working there. They couldn’t disclose when Y/N is working for privacy issues and he understood why. He would be more concerned if they did tell him no matter who he claimed to be. His name is called and goes up to get it. He reseats himself, opening his laptop to keep himself occupied.

Lavender. It overpowers him in a good way. He glances toward the front door and she is there, walking further into the store with the most dazzling smile directed toward Lydia. “Look who finally showed up to work,” the barista calls out. Y/N laughs, “I haven’t been scheduled to work. You know that, Silly.” “I know. Work just goes a little slower without my work wife here to keep me company,” Lydia complains with a grin. Y/N hasn’t noticed him and a part of him wishes she never will so she never loses the joy he hasn’t gotten to see since he was sixteen. He considers ducking out before she can see him, except Lydia has other plans. “Oh, by the way, this guy has been coming in every day to see you. He’s sitting over there.” Y/N’s eyes follow Lydia’s finger to where Rafe sits.

She sighs, “My shift doesn’t start for another ten minutes. Is it okay if I…” TJ answers for the barista. “Yeah, take your time.” Y/N’s head bobs and she pulls the hood off from her head. The KCHS written across her chest causes his heart to ache. He gave her some of the money so that she could buy the hoodie. She must not have remembered that fact if she kept it. Her path turns to his table and she settles herself in the seat across from him. “The nerve you have to sing that apology like it can solve all of our problems and then stalk me at my place of work,” she grits through her teeth. He bites the corner of his lip, “Music was always how we connected. And I wanted to make sure you were okay. You ran off during my set.”

“You don’t get to pretend like we still have music after what you said about our mothers. You gave that right up a long time ago. You also aren’t allowed to pretend you care for me.”

He reaches out for her hand and she yanks it away. “The things that I said… They were my greatest mistake. I have never forgiven myself for not apologizing on the spot and I don’t expect you to do so either. I do hope that you know that I regret every single word I uttered that day, Rock Star,” he pleads. He tries to meet her eye, but she averts her gaze. “The world has been a much darker place since you left. I am so sorry that I caused you the pain that I did. I would do anything in this universe to tell my younger self to tell you the truth that day.” She can’t help herself, “And what was the truth, Rafe?” “That even though we hadn’t been on our date yet, I was madly in love with you. I love you with every fibre in my being and it scared me because I knew how much it would hurt if I lost you. Not only that, I was just a teen and stupid enough to think getting a laugh out of my friends was better than facing something new. I had never been so wrong in my entire life.” Her eyes gloss over and checks the time on her phone. She stands up without another word, breaking Rafe’s heart as she walks to the back room.

The air comes out of his nose in high pressure. He understands her message and leaves Y/N’s place of work. It is hard to process the words he said. Her younger self would’ve loved to hear his declaration of love. She would’ve been so excited. A small part of her heart flutters at the reveal, no matter how angry she is at him. The worst is she genuinely believes he is remorseful of his actions.

Their issues couldn’t be fixed with one small apology; however, she would never forgive herself if she never saw where this could go. “I’m sorry. I’m going to take my break right now,” she informs her co-workers, not waiting for answers. She takes off her apron and throws it onto the ground. She runs out the door in hopes she can still catch him. The crowd makes her question her belief until she spots the blue flannel he is wearing. She threads herself through the people and is met with resistance. “RAFE,” she yells out. He freezes, spinning around to see her. He pushes his way to her and they stand before each other as wet spatters begin to hit their heads. He chances resting his hands on her elbow, delighting when she doesn’t flinch away from him. “I think I forgive you,” she says. The patter from the rain drowns out her words, so he places his forehead against hers to hear her better. His smirk reveals he does have an inkling of what she confessed, “What did you say?” She knows the game he is playing and rolls her eyes. “Forget it, I’m just going to go back to work,” she snarks, turning away to head back to the cafe. Rafe catches her wrist and tugs her against his chest.

Their lips finally connect in the way they have been waiting for for twenty-three years. Her soft petals press hard against him like a rock. He reciprocates the pressure, running his tongue along her lips to ask for entrance. The rainwater mixes in with their saliva as she allows him in. He remembers the jet ski that once drowned him and pulled away. “What about Knox?” he questions. She stares at him with big eyes, “We were never really dating. He is Viola’s brother. He knows our history and thought it would be fun to play around with you to keep you away.”

“I see. That didn’t work out as you guys had planned, did it? I don’t think anything can keep me away from you once I realize how stupid I was.”

“No it did not… You need to know that just because I forgave you doesn’t mean everything is back to normal. We can’t go back to pretending that we are still the people we used to be. I’m not the girl I was seven years ago and you’ll have to regain my trust.”

“And I am prepared to do whatever it takes to gain back what I broke. As long as I can be by your side.”

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lead singer!remus never being one to be public with his emotions but writing the sappiest love song for reader and the fans just go wild!!! everyone just assumes it was james or sirius that wrote it (let's be honest james probably wrote 10000 ballads for lily) until one show remus is just all 'this is one i wrote for my girl' 🥺🥺🥺

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thank you for this love <3

hope you enjoy !!

The Marauders set up their instruments and sound hours ago, practicing as much as they could before their performance. The band had started receiving gigs in pubs and at parties. Already having a few original songs under their belt, they were receiving more attention from local venues.

You had been introduced to the band from a dear friend. Marlene McKinnon was friends with the band and the guitarist’s girlfriend — Lily Evans. Everyone was going to be there tonight. The pub already filling up with university students and local residents from the community. You were in a booth at the front of the venue, squashed between Marlene and Lily.

“I wonder how many love ballads there will be tonight?” Marlene asked, turning to Lily and giving her a smirk.

Lily playfully rolled her eyes. “James doesn’t write that many,” she protested. Although she had to admit, the boy had written a few love ballads similar to those of the 1980s.

You took a sip of your drink and looked at you friends. “I wonder if Remus has written anything?” She asked.

Remus was a very private writer. He would write with Sirius or the rest of the band. You wouldn’t be opposed to having a song about you. But Remus didn’t seem like the type either. Especially with James’ obnoxious guitar skills and clearly Lily inspired lyrics.

As the room got more crowed and the 9 o’clock showtime reared it’s head, the band stepped out onto stage.

Remus was the first to come out. He was wearing an argyle sweatshirt and corduroy pants. It was his signature look and you thought it was very attractive. His guitar was around his chest. It’s bright cherry red color glistening in the light. Sirius was the second to pop out from behind the curtain, drum sticks in hand. James stepped out, almost tripping on a cord. He was usually very clumsy. His glasses were crooked, per usual and his vintage yellow electric guitar was strapped onto him. Peter was the last to get on stage, his glittering blue bass in his arms.

The band did a couple last minute checks, before Remus grabbed the microphone and looked into the crowd.

“Hello everyone. I’m Remus Lupin if you didn’t already know,” he smiled and the crowd cheered. “To my left is James Potter on electric guitar, to my right is Peter Pettigrew on bass. And lastly, on the platform behind me is Sirius Black on drums,” he introduced. With each name the crowd went wild!

Remus looked down at you and gave you a smirk and wink. You felt your cheeks redden and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“We have a newly written song for you tonight!” Remus said. “This is a love song!”

The crowd cheered before he could finish the introduction.

“Awe here we go again Lils, another one about you,” Marlene joked. You laughed under your breath as Lily took a drink of her beer.

But Remus continued and said something that surprised you.

“I wrote this one,” he blushed, then looking at you. “This is one I wrote for my girl.”

The band began to play the opening notes of the rock n roll song. As he was singing, he was only looking at you. Lily and Marlene cheered along with the crowd. You were stunned to silence, a permanent blush coding you cheeks.

For three minutes Remus and the rest of the band performed a song of Remus’ creation. All about the beauty and wonder that was you.

The rest of the performance went beautifully. With some of their usual set and a couple Bowie covers, they seemed to be over before you knew it.

After the performance you, Lily and Marlene went to meet the band out back to help them pack up their stuff. Once Remus spotted you, he dropped the cigarette he was smoking. He walked to you and pulled you close to him.

“Did ya like the song, love?” he asked you.

You nodded, “I did. I was surprised you wrote a love song about me?”

Remus pulled you in closer. “I meant every word I wrote. And I’d write you a million love songs, now that I have you in my arms,” he replied.

Overhearing the two of you, Sirius groaned, putting some parts of his drum set into the van. “Ugh great! You’re going to make him as bad as James,” he said, looking towards you.

Remus and you laughed, then the brown haired boy pulled you into a sweet kiss. “I’m glad you liked the song. I can’t wait to write you another.” He held you close to him, kissing your forehead.

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beomgyucoded · 5 months

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Genre: Fluff, suggestive

Word Count: 2002

Warnings: Beomgyu with a guitar should be a warning itself, reader has small hands (smaller than Beomgyu’s at least), descriptions of making out Beomgyu is a little tease

Summary: You were supposed to hang out with your boyfriend yet somehow ended up receiving a guitar lesson and a lesson in patience.

You got to his dorm right when he ended his live, greeted with the sound of his soft sighs and the sight of him getting up from the floor.

“Perfect timing,” he said and grinned, arms finding your waist and wrapping you up in a warm embrace.

You melted into his touch and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers naturally making their way to play with the ends of his hair.

“Actually, Soobin told me you were in the middle of doing a live. So I was with him and Yeonjun while I was waiting for you,” you admitted, your eyes flitting to his guitar on the couch.

“Were you playing guitar on live?” you asked softly, eyes sparkling up at him.

He let out an overdramatic gasp and put a hand over his heart.

“You didn’t watch?” a feigned hurt expression now on his face.

You rolled your eyes playfully and took his hand away from his chest, gently bringing it back to your waist, already missing his warmth.

“You told me not to watch, ‘cause you get all shy knowing that I am,” you reminded him.

“Since when do you listen to what I tell you not to do,” he mumbled with a pout and let go of you, taking a seat on the couch. He picked up the guitar, bringing it to his lap and you watched with undivided attention as his fingers began to strum random chords.

“I can watch now, will you play me something please?” you asked him sweetly, moving to sit next to him.

“Oh, so you want a private show?” he laughed, his lips turning upwards into a small smirk. Despite his teasing tone and smirk, you were still able to see the way his ears blushed red at your request.

You sat crisscrossed on the couch, facing him, and nodded.

“Please?” You asked again, drawing out the word a little and giving him a look you knew he couldn’t resist.

He blushed again, not trying to hide it this time, and looked away from you. He couldn’t say no to you.

“Any requests?”

“You can play anything, just as long as you sing too,”

He smiled endearingly at you and shook his head in an attempt to move his hair away from his eyes. You saw this and leaned forward, gently brushing his hair away from his face. You met his gaze and you both blushed, still getting shy around each other even after all this time. You couldn’t help it, seeing him gives you butterflies the same way it did the first time you laid eyes on him.

With his hair out of his face, for now, he sat back comfortably and began to strum. You recognized the melody of “Maze In The Mirror” right away and just watched him in awe. He kept his eyes on you as he played and sang, feeling more nervous than when he was live.

He finished playing the song and you started to applaud loudly, knowing how shy it would get him. You were right, he was a blushing mess and couldn’t look you in the eye which caused you to laugh at him.

“I wish I could play the guitar,” you pouted, hands carefully reaching out to touch the strings.

His eyes lit up hearing that, and you were sure you’d be able to see a lightbulb go off over his head if it were possible.

“Let me teach you,” he said, excitement evident in his voice.

Your eyes widened slightly as they shifted from him to his guitar and then back to him.

“R-right now?” You sputtered out.

He only smiled and nodded, holding his guitar out for you to take while scooching closer to you. You hesitantly took the instrument from him, setting it in your lap and placing your hands where you saw him put them. He watched you curiously to see how far you could get on your own and chuckled when you looked up at him confused.

“How do I play chords?” you asked him quietly, afraid of sounding utterly stupid.

He could only laugh, his eyes full of love as he tried moving your fingers to splay out against the fret of the guitar, but to no avail.

“Well if your fingers would cooperate, this would be a C chord,” he said softly, trying again to place your fingers on the right strings in the right fret.

You sighed loudly after about forty minutes of trying, your patience wearing thin and you could tell he was growing disappointed in himself for not being able to teach you.

“Beomie, this isn’t working. Your instruction is great, my hands are just too small for this,” you frowned, holding the guitar out for him to take it back from you.

He wasn’t one to give up though, he was persistent and that was one of the things you loved about him.

“I have an idea, come here,” he said after thinking for a bit and he pulled you closer to him.

He set the guitar down and pulled you onto his lap, holding you close, your back pressing against his chest. You held the guitar in your lap again, this time sitting in Beomgyu’s lap with his hand on the fret and your hand holding a pick to the strings. He positioned his fingers the way he tried to position yours and motioned for you to strum, which you did, the sound coming from it not sounding right. You tried again, playing it better this time, the slight progress motivating you to continue. Eventually, you recognized the familiar tune of “Skipping Stones” (barely) and you smiled.

“I knew you could do it,” he said proudly after you finished playing the song.

You giggled softly, “You did most of the work though.”

He ran a hand through his hair then rested his chin on your shoulder.

“But you were the one that actually played it,” he quipped back, pressing a soft kiss to the crook of your neck which caused you to jump.

It also caused you to shift his lap, the air around you suddenly becoming hot. The proximity was distracting, and you tried your absolute hardest not to let it get to you earlier while he was “teaching” you. But now, he wasn’t teaching you, it felt like he was teasing you. You turned your head to look at him, your eyes locking with his, and you couldn't help the way your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes were dark, filled with a desire that made your heart race and made you think he wanted you to sit in his lap for more than just the impromptu guitar lesson.

He moved the guitar to the floor, his hand now on your waist pulling you even closer to him. You could feel the hardness of his body pressed against your backside, and you knew he could feel the way your body was reacting to his touch. He held you firmly in place, his lips moving to your earlobe, nibbling on it gently before whispering, "Let me teach you something else." His breath was hot against your skin.

You turned your head slightly, trying to catch his lips with your own, but he pulled back teasingly, a smirk on his face.

“Patience jagiya,” he whispered again.

You could feel his lips ghosting over your neck, his breaths becoming labored as he teased you with light touches and small kisses.

He wanted to teach you about patience?

This felt more like torture.

“Beomgyu, just kiss me–” you pleaded, but he still wouldn’t give in.

He knew you loved his lips on you, and he was doing everything he could to keep his own from yours. He pulled back, his hand still holding you close to his body. You knew he was up to something, but you couldn't resist his touch. His lips moved down your neck, leaving small kisses and light touches that sent shivers down your spine. You gripped onto him tightly, your body trembling with anticipation.

"Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

You knew he could hear you, though, and you could feel the way his body responded to your plea. He shifted his body slightly, moving you so you were now straddling him. He continued his teasing for another moment before finally giving in.

He pressed his lips against yours softly, the kiss starting innocent and sweet. Your hands gripped his hair, slightly tugging on the strands, fingers finally able to roam through his hair, which you did lovingly. The kiss intensified, almost as if he was trying to devour you, but you didn't care. You wanted it just as much as he did. You pressed yourself against him, not wanting to break for even a second but you needed to breathe. You pulled your face away from his and he looked at you questioningly, his breathing heavy. You were both breathing heavily, but when you looked into his face, you knew you couldn't stop now. Your lips met again and this time you felt his tongue slip into your mouth.

His hands trailed up your thighs, and you felt his fingers dig into your skin with a fervor that matched your own. As the kiss deepened, his grip tightened, and you couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth. His hands moved up to your waist again, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss even further. You could feel the heat emanating off of him, and it only served to fuel your already intense desire for him.

This time he was the one who pulled back, panting heavily.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" he asked breathlessly.

You smiled softly at him, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

"Teach me how to play guitar or make out with me like that?” you teased, a small giggle escaping your lips.

“Both,” he chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose.

You smiled widely and scooted closer to him, burying your face into his neck. His arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his body making you feel completely at ease.

“Let’s watch a movie.”

You smiled, nodding your head in agreement while climbing off his lap and settling next to him on the couch. He gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek before moving to the side to pick up the remote from the end table, turning the TV on with the volume low. He grabbed the blanket from the floor, pulling you under the warm fabric. He pulled you tightly against him, his chin resting on the top of your head as the movie began. The feeling of his warmth against you was absolute bliss, the movie acting as background noise because you could only pay attention to him. At the same time, he looked at you, suddenly growing shy as he caught you staring.

“Something else on your mind?’ he asked softly.

“Just wondering about what else you want to teach me,” you replied with a smirk.

You could feel the way his body shivered against you, and you pulled the blanket tighter around the two of you, snuggling your face into his chest.

"I'm sure I can think of something," he replied with a mischievous grin.

You smiled softly and you could feel his heartbeat against your ear as you laid your head on his chest, your hands kneading his sweater gently. The movie played in the background, but you still didn't pay it too much attention. All you could think about was Beomgyu, and how happy he makes you. You didn't think you could be this genuinely happy.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you, too," you replied, kissing his chest lightly. "A lot."

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Teenage Dream - Part 6

AKA - the Jeff and Eddie have crushes on jocks series Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Chrissy had waved him goodbye as they exited the library, a cute wiggle of her fingers as they went their separate ways down the hall. It was almost embarrassing how much it put Jeff in a good mood. How lighter he felt, giddy and happy, and trying not to smile in the halls. It made the rest of the day easier, go by faster. And Jeff sure as hell wasn’t complaining. She took his day and lifted it up, just by the virtue of being in it.

The rest of the day passed in a rush of classes, and of teachers, and of notes and a drifting mind. Drifting to band, and Hellfire, and Chrissy. To guitar chords and crooned words. To strawberry ponytails and matching scrunchies. And next thing he knew the bell was ringing.

Time for band practice. Corroded Coffin tried their best to get together and practice once a week, every week. It was a good excuse to hang out at first, when they were all building their friendships. Talk shit, talk music, riff off each other. Then they got their gig at The Hideout, and practice became a lot more serious.

Granted, they only played to a handful of drunks, but it was a start! It was invigorating, being on the stage, feeling the heat of the shitty lights, the sound of their music coming out the amps, the energy that flowed through them.

Jeff didn’t quite know how he was going to focus on it all tonight. This has been the first practice since her. Since she sat with him and they had an actual conversation, at least. If he finds himself recommending they start playing love songs, he’s going to put his head through one of Gareth’s drums.

He was walking through the halls in a daze, trying to leave the building without colliding into someone in the veritable flood of students all leaving at the same time. Bag strap clutched tightly in his hand, shoulders tight as he weaves past a row of jocks trying their best to take up the entire width of the hall. A voice shakes him out of his reverie.

“Hey Jeff,” Frank greets with a nod of his head, walking in tandem with Jeff as they finally, finally, leave Hawkins High for the day. “You heading to Gareth’s?”

“Gotta do the school run first,” He says with a grimace, slowly heading to the car park, Frank by his side. “Mom’s at work and Dad can’t pick my brothers up. So I’ll drop them home first. Why’d you ask?”

“Mind giving me a ride?” Frank asks, brows gently furrowed as he asks.

“Yeah no worries man. As long as you don’t mind tagging along as I deliver shithead one and two home.”

Frank snorts. “It beats the bus, and Eddie drives like an animal.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Jeff jokes, tilting his head and smiling to Frank, braces bared. Eddie knows they think he drives like a maniac — they’ve all told him as such — but it hasn’t done shit to make him drive like a normal person. Eddie’s the one to drive them to their gigs at The Hideout — he’s got the van, it’s the biggest — and it’s a fucking ordeal every time.

Jeff collects his brothers, both of them only complaining the whole time that Frank’s claimed the front seat and taken control of the stereo. Had put in one of Jeff’s Black Sabbath cassettes to his delight, and his brothers dismay. They had groaned in unison the second the music started, so naturally Jeff turned the volume up. Him and Frank, head-banging the whole way home. Singing louder and louder to smother the sounds of his complaining brothers. His car, his music.

It was fun. Had helped him get more into the zone, the right mindset for practice. Left him breathless and laughing, volume cranked up high.

He had dropped his brothers home, picked up his guitar, and then it was just him and Frank in the car. Frank holding Jeff’s guitar in between his knees, making sure it doesn’t slip and damage anything. Making sure it doesn’t get damaged. It’s precious. It’s his. He had saved up for it, had asked for money for his birthday and Christmas, picked a day there was a big sale on at their local music store when he bought it.

It’s not Eddie’s sweetheart, but it’s fucking good kit if he says so himself.

They were making the drive to Gareth’s, and things were good. But Frank was giving him looks from across the centre console. Now that they were alone, without the annoying constant presence of his brothers — he had the room to do so. Frank was the ‘silent but deadly’ type. Was content to sit back and listen, wasn’t pressed to make a comment if he didn’t have to. But it also meant the guy was scarily good at picking up on things. Reading in between the lines.

Things you weren’t sure you wanted to be picked up on.

“Jeff,” Frank starts, voice only just loud enough to be heard over the music pounding out of the car stereo. There was something in his voice, his tone, something pondering. Knowing. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Oh fuck, he does know something. Whether he knows the specificity of the something is another thing entirely. So does the fact that he’s not sure if he wants to tell or not. Open this can of worms, release the hounds.

He focuses his gaze on the road ahead of him, on the chipped asphalt and the feel of the steering wheel under the palms of his hands. On Frank’s calm, steady gaze on the side of his head.

Frank wouldn’t be mean about it. Wouldn’t be unnecessarily rude, or cruel. Jeff wouldn’t befriend anyone like that, and Frank wouldn’t be that sort of person.

Maybe he doesn’t have to tell him it’s Chrissy specifically. Maybe he can just say he’s got a crush. Developed feelings. It’s just taking up a lot of space in his mind right now. It might be nice, to tell someone else. Ease the pressure. Lessen the burden. Maybe it won’t be so bad, if more than just Eddie knows Jeff is falling hopelessly.

But before he can say anything, before Jeff can even open his mouth — he’s pulling up at Gareth’s house. Drove the entire way without thinking about it. Completely on auto-pilot. He pulls to the kerb, parks the car, and turns to look at Frank. Gives him a small smile.

“I know.”

Frank just nods, and Jeff lets himself sigh a little. Guess they’re tabling this discussion for another time.

Eddie’s van is parked a little ways up the road — at an angle, tail end sticking into the road. Frank snorts as he sees it, exiting the car and shutting the door behind him. “Very glad I didn’t catch a ride with him now.”

Walking up to Gareth’s open garage, guitar in hand, Jeff sees Eddie and Gareth standing in the middle, an amp on the floor between them. Right in front of Gareth’s drum kit, unplugged, decidedly not where it should be.

Gareth’s kit was in the centre, right underneath the handmade Corroded Coffin banner they had strung across the back of the garage. It looked sick as hell, and thankfully Gareth’s parents were cool enough to leave it there. Jeff’s parents would never. Him wanting to learn the guitar was fine, great even. A creative outlet. His mother was less impressed when it evolved into metal music. And an electric guitar. It was louder.

She conceded it was fine when he told he he could plug his headphones into the amp, listen to it that way so he wouldn’t bother the family. No way in hell was she going to let him host band practice though.

Eddie lived in a trailer, and Frank’s place only had an open carport, not a closed in Garage. For a while at the start there they all thought they were shit out of luck.

Thankfully, they had Gareth. Who’s parents were fine with the metal, the band, the DnD. Who were just on the edge of rich that their garage was mostly sound proof. That they could shred as loud as they wanted and it wasn’t a problem (not until the neighbours complained, of course).

“I’m just saying, dude” Eddie exclaims, waving his hands around as he speaks. Rings catching the light, wallet chain lightly jingling at his side. “If we put an amp on either side of your drums, it’ll look sick as hell.”

“It’ll also blow my eardrums out,” Gareth retorted, that familiar scowl on his face, gesturing to his head, and then over at the wall. “Plus, all the outlets are over there, y’know, where we usually plug the amps in?”

“Where’s your vision Gare-Bear!” Eddie says, almost hopping in place. “Your sense of drama! Theatre! Performance!”

“Not here in my parents garage!”

“Jeff, Frankie-Baby,” Eddie adds, whipping around to address them as they approach. Hands clapsed together in front of him like he’s pleading. “Tell Gareth he’s wrong.”

“I mean,” Jeff starts, dragging out the word as he thinks. Runs his tongue over his braces. “Where are the outlets in The Hideout? What’s the point in moving them here, if they’re just gonna be somewhere different on stage?”

“See!” Gareth exclaims, before shoving the amp in Eddie’s direction. “We should just leave them off to the side as normal.”

“We are used to them over there,” Jeff adds, not sure if he’s helping anyone.

Eddie moves towards Frank, almost shuffling as his feet scoot across the concrete floor. Hands still clasped together. “Franklin, back me up.”

If the ground were softer Jeff thinks Eddie would be on his knees, really hamming it up, looking up at Frank like he was praying to an uncaring god.

“I think we should hurry up and start practising,” He eventually says, holding back a smile as Eddie groans. “Gareth, you still have my bass?”

Gareth nods, leading Frank over to the back of the garage with the pile of stuff they haven’t moved or organised yet. Jeff snorts as he looks over at Eddie to find him pouting. “Come on drama queen, lets plug this in.”

They get everything set up — still in the same layout they always use, despite Eddie’s complaints — Eddie and Jeff moving the amps into place and untangling the cables. Plugging in their guitars, Frank’s bass, as Gareth fidgeted and fussed with his kit. Adjusting his seat, moving a cymbal over, getting the pedals into position.

“We start same as always?” Frank asks, absently fidgeting and tuning his bass. Plucking strings, eyes flicking between it and the guys.

“Well,” Eddie teases, smiling and tilting his head.

“Do not start, oh my god,” Gareth replies, gathering up his drumsticks.

Practice continues as normal, playing covers, practising riffs, showing off for each other. Talking about original songs, snacking, invading Gareth’s mom’s kitchen for cans of coke. Well, mostly normal, if not for the looks Eddie is giving him from across the garage. Eyes wide, trying to gesture with his eyes, his head. Like’s he’s asking a question, inquiring, all without saying the words.

And Jeff knows exactly what Eddie is asking about. It’s what he’s always asking Jeff about these days — Chrissy. About their meeting in free period, about her sitting with him willingly. About Eddie’s unofficial bet about her being there again. About how he said he’d tell Jeff I told you so at practice. And ah fuck, Eddie’s trying to cash in. He tries to give him a look back from across the garage, saying not now, and also fuck off, you were right. Chrissy was there in free period, had remembered his name and sat with him again.

It felt like the start of a friendship, almost. The start of something new. Like kindergartners sitting together at the playground and declaring they were friends right then, right there.

But why did he have to do this now, where Frank and Gareth were there, watching, not knowing what they were trying to communicate. Gareth peering over his drum kit with his familiar scowl, brows furrowed and mouth tight. Fucking suspicious bastard.

He didn’t look at Frank. He knew he’d see that look on his face again. That he had figured out exactly what they were trying to talk about. He knew, but Gareth didn’t. And Gareth was going to be the tough one to crack, he was feisty, a real spitfire. Held on tight. Clutching onto that metal head title, the culture, the community.

“What the fuck are you two looking like that for,” he says, as one of their songs are winding down.

“Nothing,” Jeff deflects, letting go of his guitar, letting it hang from the strap across his chest. “Just Eddie being Eddie.”

“Oh et tu, Jeffus?” Eddie replies, feigning betrayal, but they can all see him smiling. “You’d betray me right here, in front of god and satan and everyone?”

“You started it,” he says with a shrug, tone light as Frank snorts back a laugh.

Eddie makes a noise of indignation, really starting to play it up now, as everyone watches him. He turns to Gareth, his hand on his heart, and bow his head. “It’s a guitarist thing, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh you can fuck right off then,” Gareth retorts, threatening to throw a drum stick over at Eddie. “Go eat shit somewhere else.”

“Maybe I will,” Eddie laughs, slowly backing out of the garage, watching as the cable extends between his guitar and the amp. “I don’t need you. Me and Jeff will go start a two man band, really kill it out there.”

“Don’t drag me into this!” Jeff says, laughing as Eddie continues to slowly shuffle his way out of the garage.

“Oh you’ve been dragged,” Eddie laughs, sweeping a hand out to the side. “You signed up for this, as my bestest friend in the whole wide world — and as my fellow guitarist.”

“What would you name your two man band?” Frank asks, successfully deflecting. Jeff feels himself sigh, the air leave his lungs. The tightness unfold its way out of his body. “And don’t say Corroded Coffin.”

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