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tethered. | jjk

Love notes were slipped into your locker on a daily basis. Variations of messy, boyish handwriting on yellow sticky notes stacked upon themselves by the end of each school day. Every Friday night you were invited out with the promise of "You'll have fun, just give it a chance."

You could have any guy you wanted, no doubt about it. Yet somehow, the only one you do want is the tattooed, gothic one that lives a few doors down from your best friend.

✰ pairing. — emo!jk x reader

✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.

✰ word count. — 7k+

✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, partying, mentions of drinking/drugs, friendship betrayel (?), smut [virginity loss, teasing, fingering, soft dom!jk, "i've waited so long for this" type shit], reader and jk are both 18+, minors dni.

✰ a/n. really love this pairings and would love to have drabbles with them in the future, so pls lmk if u guys would be interested in that! thanks for all the love on the teaser, hope u enjoy! <3

✰ taglist. @ahgasegotarmy116 @hellbornsworld @kissyfacekoo @littlestarstinyseven @skzthinker

Two monumental events had been etched into your brain for eternity, the first being sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet up with your friends at the community pool. The second is fifteen minutes upon arriving at the pool, seeing your best friend's older brother emerge from the chlorine-scented water as if he were Poseidon and realizing you were utterly infatuated by him.

Jeon Somi isn't blind to this, immediately pulling you away from the crowd to question the longing gaze on your face. "Out of every fucking guy here with us, you're making eyes at my brother? You do know that Jungkook is completely gross, right?" She was so furious, you're surprised no steam was blowing from her ears.

Deny it all you want (and you certainly did within that fifteen-minute interrogation); Jungkook very clearly had a hold on you that lasted many years following that fateful night. He wasn't even your usual type; he wouldn't be caught dead around the guys you're typically drawn to. He had a rebellious side; maybe that's why getting him out of your head was nearly impossible.

Of course, the eternal guilt of falling for your best friend's older, dumbass brother is also difficult to get out of your head.

It can't be helped, really. Anytime you'd visit their home, your eyes would automatically wander through the crack of his doorway as you'd pass by. Whether he was messily cutting his dark hair while blasting Pierce the Veil from his speakers or giving himself a new Stick-and-Poke tattoo as he waited for a CD to finish burning, you long to break away from Somi for a moment to speak to him. Ask him about his day or if his band had any upcoming gigs. You'd even talk to him about paint drying if it meant you'd get to be in the same space as him.

So it's safe to say you were completely heartbroken when he left for college. Somi, however, is over the moon. Or so you think.

"… He's your brother, though. You don't think you're gonna miss him at all?" You ask, watching Somi delicately paint your fingernails a pretty shade of purple.

She shrugs, "I mean… it's definitely gonna be weird not seeing him around the house every day, but he'll still visit sometimes. Maybe."

Deep down, Somi knows Jungkook won't visit much. He'd been craving freedom and independence from their parents for ages, and moving away for college gave him the perfect opportunity to live as he pleased. They weren't fond of the clothes he wore or the friends he had, and absolutely couldn't bear the music his band makes. They criticized every little thing about him, and he'd finally be getting a break from them.

As you're about to ask Somi if she's okay, she stands from her bed, screwing the nail polish closed. "I'll be back. I have to let Bam out." Her voice is shaky, and she doesn't look at you as she exits the room.

You take the opportunity to make your way down the hall and to Jungkook's door, which he has conveniently left wide open as he scrolls on his desktop. His knees are pressed against his chest as he's heavily focused on editing his Facebook page. There's a rock song playing lightly from another tab that you can't quite identify; he uses his free hand to gently tap along to the beat of the music.

His room is covered in cardboard boxes, soon to be packed into his parents' minivan and making their way to the University of San Francisco dorms.

Your knuckles tap on his wooden door, your heart fluttering when he turns around, and you realize he's changed the ring on his lip from black to silver.

He nods at you, "What's up?"

"Nothing. I just know you're leaving in the morning, and I wanted to say bye. And wish you good luck, of course." You're not sure why you're so heartbroken. It's not like the two of you were ever a thing. It's not like this would be your last time seeing him. Why were you so upset?

"Cool, thanks." You assume that was his way of indirectly telling you to get out until he reaches into his desk drawer and says, "Catch," before tossing something towards you.

Careful not to mess up your manicure, you easily catch the item, unfolding what appears to be a purple bandanna. "What's this for?" You ask, inspecting the material in your palms.

"To remember me by, duh. Plus, it matches your nails.”

It'd be silly to tell him you genuinely don't need this because there was no way in hell you could ever forget about him. Instead, you clutch the bandana tightly in your fist and make a silent vow to keep it with you at all times; have a piece of him with you at all times.

You thank him and tell him it's nice, but all you can wonder is why he even wants you to remember him in the first place. Maybe you're overthinking. He probably just didn't care for the useless accessory anymore.

When you turn to leave, Jungkook stops you with a gentle call of your name. He turns his head in your direction, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything." You whisper back, praying you don't sound overly desperate for a more extended interaction with him.

A beat of silence passes, and just as he opens his mouth to respond, Somi is stomping up the stairs and belting out your name. You gaze away from Jungkook to glance behind you, listening as his sister shouts about doing each other's makeup.

"Never mind, actually. It's not important." Jungkook interrupts, and you physically feel your heart sink to the floor.

You're about to be annoying and pry a response out of him until your eyes dart to his floor, and you see it. What slipped out from his drawer when he tossed the bandana at you.

A condom wrapper. An empty one, at that.

It's embarrassing how quickly your vision becomes glossy, salty tears threatening to release with each passing second. Of course, he's fucking someone. Of course, that person isn't you. Of fucking course.

You shouldn't be surprised; he's probably more into girls with a similar aesthetic. She's probably covered in tattoos and piercings, just like him. She's probably older than you and may even have her own car, unlike you, who still had to catch rides with your parents or older sister.

It's odd, though. You're not entirely naive; you know Jungkook definitely flirts with you here and there, catching his eye when his gaze lingers on you for a second too long. There's a noticeable tension between the two of you that even your parents have teased about. And this whole time, he's been screwing someone else?

Jungkook hangs out with so many girls it'd be useless to even attempt to uncover who this mystery person is. It's none of your business, anyway.

So you leave.

You tell Somi you'll get grounded if you're home past curfew, and with tear-stained cheeks, you run home.

The following day isn't any easier.

Somi posted a photo on FaceBook of herself and Jungkook posing together, arms wrapped around each other, with the caption "c u l8r alligator XD". The comments are already flooded with responses wishing Jungkook farewell, some from family members or friends of the siblings.

"Don't 4get abt me!!!!!! >:( "from a girl with red hair catches your eye because it's the only one Jungkook responded to. You can't bring yourself to read his full reply, fingers moving to quickly close the tab after seeing the word 'Never.'

It's probably her, you think to yourself, the one he's sleeping with.

Maybe it's for the best that Jungkook's moving away; it'll give you some time to get over him.

And you most certainly did.

The only time he ever crosses your mind is when Somi brings him up (which she rarely does) or when you pass by his empty bedroom. Deep down, you know you'll always care for Jungkook on some level, but time away from him was just what you needed. You were too attached to him for no fathomable reason, rejecting any guy interested in you with the premise of being loyal to a guy who didn't even want you. He'd probably been sneaking girls in through his window, with you a few doors down doing magazine quizzes with his sister; blissfully unaware of what was happening down the hall.

You’re better off without him.

That's what you've been telling yourself daily until now. It's the start of summer vacation, and Jungkook's been summoned home to spend it with his family before Somi (and you) transfer to the University of San Francisco.

Jungkook was hesitant about coming home, as he always is. In constant fear that his parents have some elaborate plan for him to change his major or set him up with someone they deem acceptable, nothing like the girls he hangs around and probably invites back to his dorm.

It took days of convincing until Jungkook finally agreed to come home, under the premise that his parents' intentions were pure and that they simply wanted one last summer together before Somi moved away for college. They also hoped he'd be able to house-sit and watch over Somi for a few days as they took their annual anniversary trip to San Diego. That, however, took some bribing and the promise of gas money on their end.

He's not due to arrive until tomorrow morning, and you've convinced yourself there's no reason for you to see him right away. You'd be fine if the next time you saw him was in a few months as you're moving into your dorm. After years of longing, you've finally moved on from him.

Some of you have debated telling Somi about your past feelings for her brother, but there's no point. It was a one-sided relationship with absolutely zero depth, nothing worth discussing. So when she nudges your side and asks if you're interested in anyone, you reply with a shake of your head.

Somi has no reaction to this; she can't remember the last time you've been into anyone despite having the entire male population at your school practically throwing themselves at you. "Maybe you'll meet someone tonight."

She's referencing the house party you're going to, which she practically had to drag you out of your room to attend. Parties are different from your scene, especially on a day like today when you were hoping to have a girls' night with Somi. She had other plans, however.

"Maybe," you respond, sighing as the house you're attending is finally in your viewpoint. "We're not staying long, right? It looks packed."

Cars are parked throughout the street, one house, in particular, being the center of attention with loud music and drunk people decorating the front yard of a suburban-looking home. Somi looks as ecstatic as ever, looping her arm in yours and picking up her pace. She doesn't respond. It doesn't matter. Her response would've disregarded your concern.

One car catches your eye as you enter the unfamiliar house; it's parked towards the end of the street, and you swear you've been in it before. You're not able to dwell on it for too long, though, because Somi has to practically yank you through the front door.

Your nerves are at an all-time high. The music is entirely too loud, and there isn't a single sober person in sight. You're not sure how Somi even found out about this party, but you really wish she would've left you out of it. You'd go now if it were acceptable, but Somi would've stayed regardless, and you refuse to leave her alone. So, you push your feelings to the side and take her hand as she leads you towards the kitchen.

"Thirsty?" Somi questions, forcing a red solo cup into your hand.

"Not at all," you respond, sighing as Somi pours something into your cup.

"It's just ginger ale," she reassures you, "I don't think either of us should get drunk here." For once, she's being reasonable.

Somi suggests you do a lap around the house in hopes of running into people you may have gone to school with. And to your surprise, a decent amount of your past classmates have decided to attend. You feel more at ease with them around, a bit more comfortable now that you're around recognizable people. Although you initially hesitated to show up, you're glad you did.

"Anybody catch your eye yet? Or are you still breaking hearts?" Your old classmate, Yeoreum, questions.

You shake your head, about to explain that you're not interested in dating right now, until she gestures behind you. "That guy is pretty cute."

You shift on the couch, looking around until you spot who Yeoreum had been gesturing towards. You locate him finally, and she's right; he is cute. He just seems so familiar.

That's when it hits you.

"Oh my God," you whisper, eyes locked on him, and you slowly rise from the couch.

It's Jungkook. And the car you recognized was his. He's here. What is he doing here? He isn't due to be back until tomorrow morning.

You almost don't realize it's him until you spot the mole under his lip. He's grown his hair out and stopped dyeing it, the slew of tattoos that decorated his arm (God, did he start working out, too?) nicely connected, now creating a sleeve, and he's given himself an eyebrow piercing. Your feelings for him come rushing back in full force.

Panicked, you reach for Somi's hand, but she's nowhere to be found. Careful not to be seen by her brother, you bow your head slightly, passing through a crowd of sweaty bodies until you finally spot her kitty heels. She's leaned against a wall, swirling around her cup while flirting with some guy you'd seen around school a few times.

Creating some much-needed distance between the two, you tug Somi towards you. "I think I just saw your brother."

"What? No, he won't even be in the city until tomorrow morning."

Frustrated, you quickly search the crowd until your eyes land on him again. You ignore the fact that he's now speaking to some girl with red hair and tattoos scattered across her arm and point in their direction, "Well, then that guy looks just like him."

Somi squints her eyes in disbelief at the boy in question until the doubt becomes confusion, and the confusion becomes realization. "Oh my God! The fuck is he doing here?" She turns towards you as if you're supposed to have the answer.

"The fuck should I know? You said he wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning!"

"Because that's what he told our parents! How was I supposed to know he was gonna be here? I never would've come if I knew!"

"What are you guys doing here?" A voice you haven't heard in so long interrupts. You don't even want to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" Somi throws back, and the two stare at each other in angry silence for a moment until Jungkook steps to the side. "Upstairs," he says, nodding towards the staircase.

"But—"

"Go."

Somi's clearly aggravated but makes her way towards the stairs. You remain in place with your arms crossed, raising a brow in confusion when Jungkook looks at you. "What?"

"You too."

"I'm not—"

"I'm not asking again," he says simply. You convince yourself that you only take his command because you don't feel like fighting. Definitely not because it's interesting to have him boss you around.

Trudging up the stairs behind Somi, you wait with her in the hallway until Jungkook arrives. "Come on," he says, entering a bathroom and turning the light on. Neither you nor Somi protest; there really isn't any point.

As soon as the door is shut, Somi is yelling at the top of her lungs. "What the fuck are you doing here?! You said you wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning! Mom and Dad had to push their trip back just to give you more time to arrive, and you're already fucking here?! The fuck is the matter with you?!"

"I'm not gonna respond if you're gonna be yelling like this." Jungkook says calmly, leaning against the sink, "Let me get my questions out first, then I'll answer any of yours, deal?"

Somi glances over at you, sitting on the bathtub's edge, and you nod. She returns her attention back to Jungkook, takes a deep breath, then agrees.

"Now, what are you guys doing here?! How'd you even get invited?! And you're drinking?!" The calm demeanor from earlier slips away in a matter of seconds, clearly a hoax just to get Somi to calm down enough to let him speak.

"It's just ginger ale, and we've barely even had any! We were invited by our friends, okay? We have just as much right to be here as you do."

Jungkook scoffs, clearly unamused. "Right, and I'm assuming Mom and Dad know you're here then, huh?"

Somi nervously tucks a hair behind her ear. You wonder why you even have to be in here with them. It's not like Jungkook is your brother, anyway.

"We told our parents that we were going to a birthday party at a friend's house." Somi mumbles, barely able to look Jungkook in the eye.

"And what did they say when they dropped you guys off?"

"They didn't drop us off," you interrupt, "we walked here."

"Well, I wasn't gonna tell him that." Somi glares at you, it takes every bone in your body to not to laugh at her.

You're so over this. You didn't want to attend this dumb party in the first place, and seeing Jungkook flirting with some girl who could've been his female counterpart was the icing on the cake. It doesn't matter if your feelings for him were gone before tonight; every little emotion you'd felt for him over the years had returned (as if they ever left).

"And how exactly did you two geniuses plan on getting home?"

"Same way we got here."

"Can you please just let me handle this? Jesus Christ…" Somi shoots another frustrated glare at you, and you can't help but roll your eyes at her. She turns back towards her brother, "Can you answer my questions now?"

Jungkook's eyes anxiously dart around the cramped bathroom, landing on you a few times before he's slowly nodding his head. "Alright, Mom and Dad basically forced me to spend the whole summer here, and I kept asking myself why they were so persistent about it. They finally told me they needed me to watch over you and the house for their stupid trip. I had plans too, you know? That I had to derail for them. My band could've spent this summer touring, making real money, and now we can't. So, they wanna inconvenience me? I'll inconvenience them right back."

"…Inconvenience them by doing what?" Somi asks the exact question you had.

Jungkook shrugs, "By telling them I'm gonna be arriving a day late, duh."

You and Somi exchange an awkward glance at one other before silently agreeing not to tease him about it. If this was his badass way of retaliating, who were you to rain on his parade?

"Are you gonna tell anyone you saw us here?" Somi questions, a noticible tremble in her voice.

"As long as you guys don't tell anyone you saw me."

It's a fair trade, you accept it. You're even more delighted when Jungkook says he's taking the two of you home. Somi, however, isn't too happy about this, claiming there were so many people she didn't get to speak to, and how'd this be the last time she'd get to see them before moving away for school. You're not sure if Somi is really good at getting what she wants, or if Jungkook was tired of hearing her complain, but he finally gives in and grants her ten more minutes to socialize before meeting him at his car.

"If you're not at my car in ten minutes, I swear to God I'm calling mom." Jungkook scolds, holding the bathroom door open as the three of you finally exit.

A loud, drunk voice suddenly shouts, "Woah, Jungkook! Two girls at the same time!? You fucking beast!"

"They're my sisters, you fucking pervert!" He shouts back.

You can't even dwell on how disgusting the original comment was, only being able to focus on the fact that Jungkook just reffered to you as his sister. As conceited as it may sound, you're not used to rejection or guys putting you in the friend-zone. Whatever little game Jungkook had been playing with you over the years was completely new territory. And right when you think things couldn't possibly get any worse, he calls you his sister.

What the actual fuck.

The next ten minutes go by in a blur; Somi has ditched you for a second time that night to talk to the guy from earlier. When it's finally time to leave, you find her Sat on his lap with her arm hung across his shoulder, laughing at an unfunny pickup line he'd used on her.

"It's time, Somi," you interrupt, helping her stand.

"Wait, wait, wait," she persists, directing her attention back to the boy, "tomorrow at five, right?"

"And not a second later." He sends her a disgusting wink that makes your skin crawl.

Somi is so love-struck you're surprised there isn't an arrow lodged in her back. She can barely form a proper sentence, erupting into a fit of giggles every few seconds as you make your way to Jungkook's car. "Wasn't he just gorgeous?"

You shrug, linking arms with her. "He was alright."

Stunned, Somi gasps at you, "Just alright? He was literally like a Greek God."

"I'm not saying he's unattractive; he's just...not really my type."

"And what is your type, Miss. Never-Has-Been-Interested-In-Anyone?"

Now, there's the question of the hour. You have to word your response very carefully; don't be too obvious about the fact that your ideal type is her older sibling.

"I guess I prefer guys with an edgier look to them, you know? Tattoos, piercings..." Despite your attempt to sound as nonchalant as possible, your heart is beating out of your chest from the mild confession.

Somi snickers, then playfully groans. "It sounds like you're describing my brother."

Now, you really have to test the waters.

"Since you brought him up, would it be so bad if I did like Jungkook? Hypothetically speaking, of course." You're not sure what prompts you to even ask this. It's not like he's even interested in you; he literally just referred to you as his sister.

A beat of silence passes as Somi gathers her thoughts, then she says, "No."

"What?"

You've finally reached Jungkook's car at this point, beating him there. You sit atop the trunk, feet hovering above the ground as the cold, nighttime air swirls around you. Somi shakes her head, "Obviously, it wouldn't be the ideal situation, but I guess I wouldn't mind as long as you talked to me about it first."

"First?" You mimic.

"Like...assuming you'd wanna date him or something. Just so I'm not blindsided, you know?"

This is the last thing you would've expected your impulsive, hotheaded (yet oh-so-loveable) best friend to be reasonable about. Mainly because she lectured you for nearly twenty minutes when she first suspected you had a crush on Jungkook.

You go to respond, but Jungkook, finally arriving at the car, captivates both of your attention. He finishes off his can of Pepsi before crushing the aluminum and tossing it to the ground. "Ready?" He questions.

There's no point in giving him a speech about littering; you're just ready to go home.

He fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks the car door; Somi opens the backseat and jumps in before you have the chance, sprawling across the aged leather. "Move over," you nudge her foot with your knee; she pulls away from you.

Jungkook calls your name, "Just sit up front. She's not gonna move."

Now, this is new. You've ridden in the backseat of his car with Somi more times than you can count; he'd never allow either of you to sit shotgun with him; typical annoying older brother bullshit.

Don't make a big deal out of this, you say to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat of his car.

Somi and Jungkook bicker the entire ride to their parent's house, partially out of annoyance with each other, but you also get the feeling that neither of them were genuinely ready to leave the party. You're surprised Jungkook even enjoyed parties; he spent most of high school either working, hanging out at skate parks, or practicing with his band in their garage. College must've really changed him, and you're unsure how to feel about it.

Jungkook parks a few houses down from their parent's house and unlocks the doors, "Get out," he says into the backseat.

"Where are you gonna spend the night?" Somi questions, stretching her arms outward.

"I checked into a motel this morning. I'll be back here tomorrow around noon. And, hey," Jungkook turns around, pointing a finger at his sister. "Don't tell them you saw me."

Mockingly, Somi points a finger right back at him. "Telling them I saw you would be exposing myself, cock-sucker. Leave me alone." She angrily begins to climb out of the car, annoyed at how little trust Jungkook had in her.

You turn to go, but Jungkook's cold hand on your bicep stops you, "Where you goin'?"

"I'm gonna walk home from here. It's only a few minutes away," you respond.

Jungkook shakes his head, "I'm dropping you off. You haven't moved since I left, right?"

"No, but it's fi—"

"Then your house is on the way to my motel. We're going in the same direction; might as well ride together."

It truly does make more sense to ride together, and rejecting his offer any further surely would raise suspicions. You don't want either of them to believe you'd feel uncomfortable being alone with Jungkook because that couldn't be farther from the truth. You're perplexed about your feelings now, and you don't want to do anything you'd regret just because of the confusion.

"Okay, then." You glance over your shoulder at Somi, "Will you need any help getting ready for your date tomorrow?"

Suddenly embarrassed, Somi shushes you, gesturing that Jungkook is literally right next to you and would prefer that he didn't hear about her dating life. Jungkook genuinely couldn't care less and is instead patiently waiting for his sister to get out.

She does finally, and Jungkook resumes his path to your house. He turns the radio on, switching between stations until he stops on one that's playing a song he's familiar with. You drive silently for a few minutes; the only sounds being heard are the distant noises from the car's motor and Jungkook humming along to the radio.

He breaks the silence by saying, "I was surprised to see you back there. You never really seemed like the type to enjoy parties."

You chuckle, "I could say the same for you; I don't remember you attending any in high school."

"That's 'cause house parties weren't my thing," he explains, "I went to raves or parties that would happen at the skate park. I don't really like being at someone else's house for too long; it feels too intimate."

Now that you think of it, skate park parties and raves seem much more like his scene.

"Well, I only went because Somi was going, and I didn't feel comfortable with her being there alone. Otherwise, I never would've gone." You admit, resting your head against the window.

"Thanks for looking after her, by the way. You're a good friend."

"I'd do anything for her." Your voice is barely a whisper now, getting quieter with every word you say.

Silence passes, and he says, "Did you know your guys' dorm room is gonna be right under ours?"

"Seriously?" You respond, genuinely curious.

"Mmm-hmm. My roommate, Mingyu, and I are gonna be the worst upstairs neighbors ever." He teases as you roll your eyes. Your mind can't decipher whether this banter is playful & platonic or romantic. Everything Jungkook does confuses you.

"If that's the case, I'll be sure to move to an entirely new building."

"What, so you can have your boyfriend protect you?"

Pause. Boyfriend?

You nearly give yourself whiplash from how hard you spun around to look at Jungkook. "Boyfriend?" You ask.

He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I just assumed you'd have one by now. Do you?"

There he is again with his mind games. What the fuck was he talking about?

After letting out a very frustrated sigh, you mumble, "No, Jungkook, I do not have a boyfriend."

"Good. Focus on school."

Now he's pissing you off. You wish he'd shut up for the rest of the car ride. "It's nice to see you again, by the way."

Holy shit, you feel like jumping out the window.

"Yeah, great seeing you too. Oh, there's my house. I can walk from here." You make quick work of undoing your seatbelt.

"You sure? I can drop you off at the door."

"No, no. It's best if my parents don't see you so they don't accidentally tell your parents that they saw you." You lie, racking your brain for any excuse imaginable.

He nods, deciding it's best to drop you off a little further from your house. "Then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, one hand clutching the door handle.

"Aren't you coming over tomorrow to help Somi get ready for her…thing? I'll be back home by then."

He's right; you'd be back in his house, and he'll be there this time. It's no big deal. You'd only be there for an hour (at most) to help her prepare, and then you could go the whole summer without seeing him again.

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

The following day, Somi is back to her unreasonable self, expecting you to wait at her house for her to return from her date.

"Please? We're just going to get pizza; we won't even be gone that long." She pleads, adding the finishing touches to her makeup.

You'd already spent over an hour helping her prepare, and now she expects you to do nothing but await her return. You know her heart's in the right place; she just wants to be the first to hear all the exhilarating details about her date. Still, a phone call would suffice.

"What am I supposed to do while I wait for you to come back?" You whine.

"Just hang out here! Watch a movie or something!" She suggests, trying her absolutely hardest to sound enthusiastic. Her phone buzzes in her hand before she has the chance to continue, eyes lighting up as they flicker across the bright screen.

Somi clutches her phone, locks eyes with you, then rushes towards the door. You're faster, though, quickly capturing her wrist before she's barely reached the hallway. "I'm going home."

"No! If you stay here, I'll bring you back pizza, and we can have a girls' night like we were supposed to yesterday! Come on, please?" She begs, pouting her lips.

You go to reply, but the bathroom door swings open, and Jungkook strides out. Just to your luck, he's shirtless; water droplets descend from his hair as he towel-dries it. As he enters his bedroom, he mocks his sister's high-pitched whine, earning a lethal glare and a slew of swears thrown at him.

Perhaps you should stay.

"Fine, but you're lending me your pajamas." You give in, earning an enthusiastic shriek from your best friend.

Somi wraps you in a brief, yet tight, hug before shouting, "Be back soon!" Then she's rushing down the stairs and out the front door. It's not often that Somi makes you wait for her return, but you absolutely despise it whenever it does occur. She's never back by the time she promises and gets upset when you try to call and check up on her.

And speaking of calling, you're sure your phone is dead by now. You insisted Somi bring her's along just in case, so you're left with one option.

Jungkook's door is wide open (as usual) when you go to knock. He's fully clothed now, pairing his black sweatpants with a matching black t-shirt. His hair appears mostly dry now, chaotic as ever, but dry. You don't think he's ever looked this good before.

He's sat on his bed, flipping through the latest copy of Rolling Stone when you arrive. He glances over at you and lets out a dry chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You ask.

"You're dressed like Bella Swan." He responds casually, eyes raking up and down your body.

"Who?"

"From Twilight. You know, that new movie that came out?" He seems genuinely surprised that you don't seem to know anything about this movie, not even the name of (who you suspect to be) the main character.

You lean against the doorframe, "Haven't seen it."

"It's a great movie, seriously. Some friends and I are seeing it in a few days if you and Somi wanna come." He suggests, flipping another page in the magazine.

You let him know you'll ask Somi if she's interested before remembering why you came to his room in the first place and ask if you can borrow his phone charger. Jungkook directs you to where it's plugged up by his desk, and you finally have the chance to stroll further into his room. You can't recall the last time you've been in here, but you know it looks much different than before. Many of the band posters that decorated the room were gone, his random trinkets and piles of clothes were gone, and not a single piece of his CD collection was in sight. It felt so lifeless, so unlike him. No wonder he always dreaded returning home; it probably didn't even feel like home to him.

"So," you say, attempting to break the silence, "you're here for the whole summer, huh?"

"Unfortunately." He mumbles, "Gonna try and go by sooner, convince my parents I have to sort out an issue with my dorm or something."

"It's nice to have you back, though." You admit, watching as Jungkook's gaze locks on yours.

"Yeah? It is?" He questions.

You shrug, "Of course. We practically grew up together; it was weird to not see you all the time."

He sits up now, closing the magazine and tossing it on his nightstand. There's something on his mind that he isn't saying; you can tell from the way his brows knit together and how he's anxiously tugging on his lip piercing. "It was weird to be gone," he mumbles and leaves it at that.

"By the way, I'm sorry about last night." He apologizes.

"For what? Calling me your sister?"

He laughs at this, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to do that on purpose, by the way. That guy was just...so weird, I kinda blurted out the first thing that would've made him feel weird for even thinking that."

Oh. That makes sense. You definitely overreacted.

"I meant," he continues, "I'm sorry if the whole boyfriend assumption thing upset you."

"Oh," you dismissively wave a hand at him, "that was nothing."

Jungkook raises a brow at you, "Are you sure? 'Cause you seemed pretty upset afterward, you were practically running out of my car."

There's no point in lying now, considering you weren't even the slightest bit discrete the previous night.

"If I'm being completely honest, I just felt a little awkward. But that's it, I swear." You assure him, moving to lean against the bedside table.

"Awkward about what?"

God, this was so embarrassing. Is he really going to make you humiliate yourself like this?

"Because I've never actually had a boyfriend before."

Jungkook looks genuinely shocked at your confession, eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he examines yours for any sign of deception. "You don't believe me?"

"I'm not sure. I only assumed you had one just based on how crazy guys were about you in high school. Not to mention you're, like, fucking gorgeous."

What?

"I'm what?" You ask, not entirely sure if you heard him correctly.

He repeats himself again, and you make him do it a few more times until he's too embarrassed to say it again. You somehow manage to get back on the topic of never having a boyfriend before when Jungkook asks you another question. "Have you ever...?"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence. You know what he's asking.

You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business." He berates himself, and you assure him it's no big deal and that it shouldn't even be a shocker to him.

After a half hour of talking about whatever comes to mind, you wind up sitting opposite Jungkook on his bed, legs perched up underneath your body as you go back and forth, questioning one another.

"So, when are you gonna admit you had a crush on me?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I never did." You lie.

"Really? That sucks?"

"Why?"

He shrugs, leaning his back against the headboard. "I just always thought that maybe you and I would've ended up together at some point."

You don't remember who leans in first; it doesn't matter; all that matters is after years of longing, your lips are finally intertwined with his. He must've smoked today; you can taste the nicotine on his breath. But it doesn't matter; you don't make the slightest move to pull away. Neither does he, placing his hands on the small of your back to guide you onto his lap.

Your body is moving on autopilot, limbs moving to do whatever feels right as you silently pray not to ruin the moment. Jungkook can spot your nervousness from a mile away and stop you, "We don't have to do—"

"I want to," you pant, breathless, "I've wanted this for so long."

"Do you trust me?" He asks.

"More than anything."

He kisses you again before adjusting your current position, slowly twisting yourselves until you're lying flat on your back. He moves his lips down towards your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his path as he settles between your legs.

You reach up to grab a handful of his hair, nearly jumping out of your skin as his delicate fingertips creep up your inner thigh, inching closer and closer until his ghosting over your clothed pussy. "This okay?" He mumbles.

You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Cute," he replies, "you're already so wet." His fingertips stroke your clit through your damp underwear; you don't think to wonder how he managed to get to it so quickly, all thoughts leaving your brain as he makes small circles using his middle and index finger.

"Jungkook…" You moan, pleading for him to do more.

"I know." He assures you, using a single finger to pull your panties to the side, making just enough room for him to slide a finger into your aching cunt. "Am I really your first time?"

You nod again out of fear that a moan would slip from your lips if you even tried to speak. His eyes are locked on yours, studying your expression as he coaxes a finger inside you. You're embarrassed at how quickly your wetness coated his finger, but Jungkook doesn't care. He likes it, makes him feel fucking amazing knowing the effect he had on you.

"Take your shirt off." He says, and you do as told, pulling your top up and off your body and tossing it to the floor; making quick work of undoing your bra before he even has the chance to ask.

His lips are back on your neck instantly, trailing down to your collarbone until he reaches the curve on your breast. He halts his actions momentarily before your pitched nipple is caught between his teeth and your back arching off the bed from how overstimulating everything feels.

You curse under your breath, and Jungkook makes another comment about how cute you are, though you feel far from it. He apologizes by lapping his tongue around your nipple, easing the pain slowly as he inserts a second finger into your cunt.

You can feel his bulge against your thigh, though he doesn't even care about getting himself off. He moves over to your nipple, licking and sucking until it's completely hardened, leaving himself breathless. The two fingers that had been working your cunt had picked up the pace now, and there was an unfamiliar feeling in your gut that you couldn't identify.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" You groan, legs trembling.

Jungkook is all too familiar with these actions and asks, "You're already close? I've barely done anything to you." He teases, chuckling to himself.

You know he's being lighthearted, but you can't help but feel embarrassed at the tears forming in your eyes from how good everything feels.

Suddenly, he's pulling his fingers out of you, and now you feel like crying for a different reason. You go to protest but stop to watch as he takes his shirt off. If you weren't sure then, it's obvious now he'd started attending the gym.

He makes quick work of tugging his sweatpants down his legs, tossing them into the abyss before reaching into his bedside table and retrieving a condom. "You're okay?"

You nod.

"Use your words."

“I’m okay, Jungkook.”

"You're still okay with this?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

Jesus fucking Christ, the saint this man is.

"I'm positive." You assure him.

You move to pull down your skirt and underwear, but Jungkook catches your wrist. "Leave them on," he says. There are so many things going on that you choose not to question.

He pulls off his boxers in the meantime, hardened cock slapping against his abdomen with precum leaking from the tip. Though you had nothing to compare it to, Jungkook was obviously slightly larger than average. You shouldn't be surprised; it's always the guys that you'd least expect.

He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, retrieving the rubber inside before tossing the remains to his floor. Despite being fully erect, he fists his cock a few times before sliding the condom on.

He crawls over you, left arm at the side of his head, while he uses his dick to nudge your panties to the side. "This still okay?"

"I already told you—fuck!" He cuts you off, the tip of his cock slowly making its way inside you. You feel so stretched out from this alone you don't know how you'd manage to fit all of him into you.

Jungkook must be feeling the same, swearing under his breath and commenting about how tight you feel around him. Second by second, he coaxes himself into your pussy until you feel like you could split right open. "Are you all the way in?"

"No, can't take anymore?" He asks, leaning his head down against your ear.

You're embarrassed to admit he's too big to handle on your first time, but it's the truth. You don't want to overextend yourself just to please him and end up hurting yourself.

"You can move, just…not too much. Please."

Jungkook nods, "Whatever you want, angel."

He pulls his hips back and rocks himself back in, being sure to ask if you're okay with his pace. Once you confirm you feel fine and want him to keep going, he continues his movements; his eager hips snapping against yours and his cock hitting your G-spot with each deep stroke. You feel like you're on cloud nine, hands tangled in his hair as he swallows your moans.

That unfamiliar feeling from earlier returns; you feel it through your entire body this time. A moan of his name escaping your lips lets him know you're close. How he can always sense these things is beyond you; it's not worth overthinking.

"Close?" He asks, and you nod frantically.

Jungkook picks up his speed slightly, careful not to overwhelm you, but just enough to reach your climax, until finally, the bundle of nerves in your abdomen snaps, and your back is arching off the mattress as you come around his cock.

He's only a few seconds behind with his orgasm, erupting in a loud grunt when he finally reaches it. The two of you lay in silence for a moment before Jungkook finally pulls out of you and slides the condom off, tying it in a knot and tossing it into his trash bin.

"Are you okay?" He asks for what feels like the millionth time.

"I'm fine." You respond, and it isn't a lie. Physically, you feel terrific; mentally, it was an entirely different story. "Are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good."

As much as you would love to lay naked with Jungkook in his bed for the rest of the night, you know Somi will be home anytime soon. "I think I'm gonna go wash up."

He nods, crawling under his covers once you stand from his bed, tugging your skirt to its proper length as you search for your remaining clothing. "Oh, it's um…your shirt, it's over there." Jungkook awkwardly gestures towards a pile of clothing by the end of his bed.

Almost as quickly as you shred yourself of them, you snatch your clothing and bundle them up against your chest.

"Listen, I know right now isn't really ideal, but I meant what I said about liking you, and really think we should talk." He says nervously, barely even able to look at you.

You almost want to laugh at how cute he is; instead, you agree to talk to him about it soon. You're about to head out into the hallway when Jungkook reminds you about your charging phone over by his desk.

You retrieve it and scan the area again, ensuring you haven't left anything else behind. When everything seems clear, you stand upright, but your eyes fall toward the trash bin near his window with the discarded condom. You're embarrassed to even look at it until you realize something seems off. It looks…empty.

Now, you're no sex expert, but imagine that if Jungkook had finished, there'd be something to show for it in the condom. Right?

Did he fake his orgasm? Was this another one of his fucked up mind games you'd been subjected to?

You don't know what to think as you step into the bathroom; your emotions are all over the place, and all you really want to do is go home. But you promised Somi you'd be here when she returns, so you stay.

The next time a Jeon sibling asks if you're okay is twenty minutes later when Somi finally arrives and asks why your eyes are so watery.

"I'm fine." You respond, and you're lying for the first time that night.

#bts #bts imagines #bts smut #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook scnenario #jungkook smut #kpop imagine #kpop smut #kpop scenario

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can u do a tom x reader where they’re meeting fans, signing autographs etc? she has a male fanbase and they both aren’t really a fan of it. one of them starts getting handsy, flirty and it’s obv that she’s uncomfortable. she kindly tells him to back off and he starts telling her crude things and tom just loses his shit, taking her outside to kind of comfort her? thank you!!💕💕

hands on

tom kaulitz x reader

summary: tom gets a bit annoyed when one of your fans attempts to make moves on you.

tags: established relationship, jealous! tom, protective! tom, creepy guys, fluff :)

lowercase intended

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you smile politely at the fan before you. the line was almost done and he was busy blabbering on about how he owned all of your cd’s. “thank you, that means a lot to me.” you cut in, hoping to stop the conversation there. “it’s no big deal. hopefully i’ll see you at your next concert!” the guy finally takes his leave and the next in line shuffles up. you notice tom lingering in the corner of your eye, he must be waiting for you. you smile, signing whatever merch the fans were thrusting towards you, taking pictures, signing pictures. you found it exhausting, especially since your fan base was primarily men. it made tom uncomfortable as he was quite a possessive lover, and honestly there were a lot of experiences that made you uncomfortable too.

the last man of the night walks towards you, confidence in his walk. “hey, sorry for the wait, how are you?” you ask, yet he doesn’t offer you any merch to sign. “i’m all good, how about you?” he asks smoothly, glancing around a little as if he was making idle conversation at a party instead of meeting a potential idol. “i’m okay, just a little tired.” you chuckle. he looks at you, eyes dragging over your outfit, lingering down near your legs. you do your best to keep composure, but this guy was really freaking you out. “uh- do you have anything for me to sign..?” you ask anxiously, gesturing a little with your hands. “hm? oh, yeah. sorry, you’re just too dreamy, i must of gotten lost.” he grins. you almost gag. “thank you.” you respond, realising that the guy was pulling out a notebook. “i wouldn’t mind your number.” he winks. “i cant give my number out to fans-“

the man cuts you off. “i’m not just a fan.” he glares at you. “i’m your biggest super fan. i run your fan-club, i have every single cd that even features you- i even have one of your old broken guitars that you threw out back in hamburg.” he steps closer, you step back. tom tenses in the corner of your eye, you want to tell him that it’s okay and that this ‘super fan’ will be gone soon but you don’t want anyone to freak out. “i love you, y/n. only i truly know you.” the stranger leans in. he stinks of cigarettes, you almost retch. “please back away- i don’t want to have to call security.” you raise a hand, trying to gesture for him to step back. “do you love me too?” he asks, voice low and sultry. you want to cry. “hey, back off man!” tom’s hand grabs the guy’s jacket, pulling the stranger away from you.

security step in at tom’s command, pulling the guy away. you sigh softly, squeezing your boyfriend’s hand a little to soothe yourself. “thank you.” you mutter, resting your head upon his shoulder. “don’t thank me, baby.” tom mutters, hugging you. “let’s step outside, yeah? you look exhausted.” he mumbles, pulling you along gently. you give the rest of the band a wave in passing, watching them smile and wave back makes you feel a lot better. tom opens the door for you, and you step outside onto the steps. the fire exit door clicks shut behind the two of you and tom pulls you into a hug. he exhales rather shakily, so you hug him back tightly. “it’s alright, he’s gone.” you say to him, knowing he’s probably pissed. “i should be telling you that.” tom mumbles, you can only laugh. “i think we both need to hear it right now.” you mumble, resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you sway with him.

tom soothes, and so do your own nerves. “thanks again, tommy. that guy was… really freaky.” you laugh a little, pulling away. tom’s eyes look at you with pure adoration. “it’s no problem, babe. ich liebe dich.” (i love you) he mutters, kissing you gently. “ich liebe dich auch.” (i love you too) you reply between his soft kisses, it makes tom smile against your lips. you let your arm wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss, other hand rubbing his arm gently. tom hums lowly, breaking away and kissing your nose. “you ready to get out of here?” he asks softly, forehead resting to yours. “yeah. let’s go get the others.” you reply, a smile on your face.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #// 🦇 kqulitz’s writing

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Hello! Welcome to Chapter 7.1 and 7.2 of CD&FE.

Pairing: Jake X Female Reader

Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty plus years. I’m just going to say I’m smiling.

Content warnings: Total Fluff. Like Josh’s hair at Red Rocks.

Word Count: approx. 6.2K

We’re almost there. I’m picturing @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemadness rubbing their hands over the pending last part of this chapter. It’s… I can hear them cackling over it still. But that’s next week. We’ll just swoon together this week, okay?

CD&FE, Part 7.1: Jake’s POV

We needed to slow down a bit. Our families were feeling the effects of us always on the road. Danny was a single dad and Sam was struggling to keep his own marriage together. When things got super serious about priorities, it was decided that it would not kill us to pump the brakes. We would tour heavily the first year out after an album, but then taper off, picking festivals and one offs that were more friendly to the family schedules. This had a ripple effect for all of us - Danny had more time to spend in his folk sphere and play as a session musician for many of his friends. Sam was really making strides in his production interests, going so far as starting his own company that kept him busy enough to settle his bouncy nature. Josh had found a niche that satisfied his time with a camera.

That left me. I had a litany of projects with other bands and musicians, which was great. But what was keeping me busy in all that newly found downtime was creating tech for rigs. I had three different editions with a large guitar company issued, along with pedals, and even a few unique electronic pieces that I held patents to.

I had found a balance between my commitments with the band, with my commitments to tinkering with the tech side, and being able to fucking live. I was able to pursue interests apart from music. I traveled - mostly alone. It was strange, but I found solace in silent spaces. It was more than enough to keep myself sane.

I had a string of relationships that served their purposes at their given time, but nothing stuck for longer than a few months. I was happy. No matter what, I was happy. I felt healthier than I had felt in years. I got to spend an abundant amount of time with Dad and his bands. It had become more important since the old man was beginning to actually feel his age. We’d spend days going from tiny bar to tiny amphitheater to take in acts that we would debate over and appreciate together.

We were returning to the states after touring Europe in support of our eighth album release, ready to strike out across the States and Canada. I knew at some point I needed to look at the pending schedule, but we had a few weeks off. I found myself at my cabin close to Yankee Springs. Childhood nostalgia aside, it was the best retreat that I could find after the first part of the tour. The Spring air was crisp and the scrap of snow that still haunted the ground made sure that I was mostly alone in the area. By the end of the first week, I was actually sleeping like a normal fucking human, and behaving like one, too.

I finally was able to wrap my head around getting back into work and after bantering back and forth with Sam about meetings with management, I looked at the pending schedule. St. Paul was towards the beginning of the Midwest stretch. I closed that shit down and walked out onto the porch with a fresh cup of coffee and my pack of smokes to settle into my old man rocking chair to watch the day go by. I felt calm as the day whittled away. My thoughts bent back to Ann Arbor and that girl that had caught me absolutely despising myself for resorting to flirting to get people to see our show. She had captured my imagination the moment I saw the Deep Purple album between her fingers. She had my spirit the moment she walked out of my hotel room door without a goodbye.

Every time my path crossed hers, I fell harder for her. Each time we parted, the longer it took to recover. She took parts of my heart every chance she got, while leaving me with parts of her own in hopes of returning to reclaim. We had been through St. Paul a few times, but I actively avoided any contact. I supposed that was fear on my part. I had been with Clara. I was not that guy. The last time through, however, I was alone, but I was healing. I didn’t have the balls to check her socials. I didn’t have the fortitude to see if she was still with him. I just hoped that she was happy.

I was not on the rotation for the big meetings with the suits this time around - Sam and Josh had drawn the short straws, they would whine about it and I just quietly flipped them off. It gave me a few more days up north. Danny brought his boys and we spent time down at the lake and running through the woods. It felt good. It felt like I was strong. Ronnie and her family joined us, rounding out our nights with laughter and kids playing. It was hard not to feel the mind tug back to easier times.

Tour started in Nashville and moved east, then across the south, heading west until we landed in San Francisco. We turned north and worked our way back east with the intent of finishing in Detroit. Despite small hiccups and a few of us being dogged by respiratory illnesses, we were cruising right along at a good clip. We had built in family time every few weeks, taking a break to soak up kids and spouses/partners just for the sanity of Josh and Sam. It was working well. We had one such break between Rapid City and St. Paul. Because of school, Danny found himself stuck hanging out with me as we waited for Josh and Sam to have their time. We decided to push on to the Twin Cities, taking in the river and hanging out.

Wednesday I found myself itching to find her. A voice in the back of my head was whispering, but I wasn’t paying much attention until it was nearly four in the morning. I decided to check to see if she was even bothering with socials any more. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had posted three months prior - a picture of her with a group of friends. She looked different. Beautiful as ever, but there was something missing. A shine? I noticed that her smile was not as warm, her eyes were not as bright. I felt a hurt pass over my chest as I scrolled back through, finding no evidence of him. Was she alone? I didn’t dare to text the old number I had still residing in my contact list, but I had pulled it up and stared at the picture of the cottage that I had as the profile picture.

I convinced Danny to go to that pub she had taken me to. I somehow remembered that there was live music on Thursday nights. ‘Perhaps’ was the word that I was thinking about throughout the day. I had no actual guarantee that she was even still in St. Paul. I had just this tiny hope that she would somehow know that I was in town. I knew her company was once again handling the graphics and ads for the show. I also knew that her company was handling not just the show in Minnesota, but in Des Moines, all three shows in Chicago, Milwaukee, and Detroit. Though it was someone else’s name attached to the team, I hoped that she had seen us on the roster, just as in times before.

The pub had changed little from the one time I had been there, however, by the time we arrived, it was much more crowded. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t spend my first twenty minutes looking around to see if she was there, because I did. Danny was in conversation already with the bartender about the band that was in the middle of setting up on the small stage. My eyes wandered around, landing on the booth that we had shared. Everything with Y/n had been natural. Never rushed. Quick to laughter. Always savoring every moment we had together. It was like we knew our time was always fleeting and we just needed to absorb whatever we could. Problem was - my being wanted it like a drug. Wanted her more than anything to just stay.

We settled into dinner and a fresh round of beers as the band began to play - mostly covers of well trod tunes. And they were good. I sometimes missed the days of finding joy in just playing to play. There was something to be said to get to hone an entire show, crafting how each piece was played over the course of a tour, but something else entirely to just being in the moment and the honesty in something so small. Three songs into the set, however, I heard a familiar muted sound. My brain ran through the guitarist’s rig like one of those fucking TV moments where the character figures out brain surgery or something. I glanced at Danny before I made my move towards the stage.

I pointed to the pedal and amp while catching the guitarist’s eye. He looked at me like I was about to touch his grail or something. I shrugged and started to turn when the most god awful shriek came across the speakers. He had such a look of panic that I had to help at that point. I grabbed the single pedal, disconnecting and tearing off the back. It was totally fried inside.

“Fuck no,” he gasped as he knelt down.

“Keep playing,” I remarked as I shoved my fingers around the hot wires.

It was a fairly easy fix, but I needed more cabling. I tucked behind the amps, finding what I needed and restrung the whole bit. By the time I returned to the pedal, six phones were out and up with faces that were beaming behind them. I smiled and waved, knowing full well my anonymity was blown. Oh fucking well.

“You’ve done this before,” the guitarist said as I finished hooking him back up.

“Yeah, Coachella was interesting. Another time in Mexico City. Nearly blew up somewhere in Italy once… Imagine doing this with a few thousand eyes on you,” I snickered as I took my bow and backed away.

I was polite and stood for a few fan pictures before making my way back to my nearly cold dinner. Danny grinned as I reached for my beer.

“Show off,” he snarked, leaning his back against the bar top.

“Poor kid didn’t know he was about to literally go up in flames,” I said before shoving a french fry in between my teeth.

Their song wrapped and the singer pointed us out with a big “thank you to Jake fuckin’ Kiszka for your amazing assist”, to which all I could to do is fight an eyeroll and cheer them with a lift of my beer. By the time I pushed away my plate and finished our drinks, we were ready. I got the band’s credentials from the pub manager. I wanted to be sure to send that kid a proper pedal and perhaps some gear, just to help them out, even if he never made it out of the bar scene. There was no hope of seeing her in the wild, so what was the point of hanging out? By the time we reached the hotel, our social media manager was on our asses about the “occurrence”. She scolded us for not taking video ourselves as that’s the shit that gets eaten up. We should just be thankful that there were a few steadfast fans that were being super positive on the feeds. Sometimes, this business takes all the fun from the part that really only held what was important to me.

We were playing Target Stadium come Saturday. Friday, we welcomed Josh and Sam back in and we spent the evening just going over the set list and catching up on the family. Mom and Dad would be there for each show from here through Detroit. It was good to have them close. I went to bed alone, knowing that she was out there, close, but not nearly close enough.

Sound check went fine. It was not the biggest venue we had played, but it was large. It was something to have our sound pulsing through the air and striking the empty seats. I was retreating off the stage when I saw a familiar figure, one that I thought I would not be seeing. Her face was shadowed as she was talking to a few of the suits that were in attendance, but when her eyes met mine, there was a shine that I had desperately missed. The slow smile that tugged and pulled across her lips set me on an edge that I could only tumble down from. My feet turned towards her direction, and I was unable to even think about stopping from my path towards her.

“Deep Purple,” I said as I approached.

The warmth of her laugh healed the distance. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders as she stepped in close to me. I felt all of me melt against her and hold on for dear life. I breathed her in as I nuzzled into her neck. I could care less of how it looked. I felt her chest quiver against mine and knew she was moved just as much as I.

“I’ve been looking for my mouse,” I whispered and smiled when I heard her breath catch in her throat.

She moved just enough to allow her lips to meet mine in a chaste kiss. I could taste tears and wasn’t sure if they were hers or my own. We hid against each other until we could both recover. I was sure my heart was leaping within my chest when I saw her eyes filled with the spark that had been missing in the pictures I had just seen of her.

“I’ve missed this face,” she said quietly, tracing her fingers down my jaw.

I could not stop myself from taking all of her in - the fine laugh lines at the corners of her mouth and eyes. The way her cheek blushed when she realized I was studying her. How her hands would not leave my body for more than a second. Damn, she was the most beautiful she had ever been if I had to compare to all of our meetings. She had taken my breath away and all of my reason with it.

Josh called from behind me and I felt the moment get yanked away. There were a few items left on the day that I had committed to and could not be put off. I cursed as she frowned, which was only mirroring my reaction.

“I should’ve-” she started, withdrawing from me.

“Wait. I have these promotions, then…”

“I knew you were here, Jake. I should’ve reached out. You have no time for this.”

I cursed again as I looked back at my waiting twin and Mom, both wearing the same mischievous look. “I have another break in about three weeks. Will you be here?”

She touched my hair, passing her fingertips across the streaks of gray amongst brown that I had allowed to be seen. “I’ll be here. Same number. Just…”

It was the best I could hope for. By the time I hit the stage that night, it was like I was weightless. I’m sure my brothers were taken aback by my energy of the evening, but they could fuck off. Mom hugged me tight that night and asked if that was the girl I’d been waiting for - the girl that held me like I was her life.

“I’ve waited for her for so long. I hope I can prove it to her that it’s finally our time,” I said, as she held onto me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy, honey,” she said, filling me once again with all of the emotions of earlier.

The joy that had infused me was only spiked further as my phone pinged a notification when we were loading up on the buses. It was from her. I waited until I was away from curious eyes to open it.

I’ve made some changes.

I had no idea what she meant, but I desperately needed to find out.

CD&FE, Part 7.2: Her POV

Four words had never felt so heavy, and yet so freeing at the same time.

I’ve made some changes.

Four words that I hoped were enough to convey that my path had been lost, found and re-paved since our last meeting. My life with Frank had been beautiful. My life with Frank as we tried to make the long distance between us work was not so beautiful. We tried. There was no leeway for him - he had to be in Paris. I had a little bit of give, working from his tiny little rooms that the university had provided, but my company was once again expanding. I needed to be present to woo new clients. I was needed to be present to ensure the quality of our work to our established clients who preferred to work with me in person. It became us trying to prop up tent poles for a tent so riddled with holes and flooding with water that neither of us could survive.

In the end, it felt bitter to be walking away after so much was put into the relationship. It took more than a while to recover. I fought from throwing myself back into work - which would have been the easiest thing to do. Bury myself in hours away from home; away from being alone. I sold the apartment that we had so fallen in love with. Everything was very civil in regards to dividing up the holdings. I was thankful for that. I found a little craftsman home from the early 1900s that was further out of the city on a scrap of land where I didn’t have neighbors two feet away from me. It was… nice. I continued to work from home three days a week. I somehow found a balance - one that I knew I had been lacking.

I took time to go home to my parents. I took time to spend with my siblings and their families. I took time to absorb Pat and Sidney’s family. I took time to mourn my time with Frank. Finally, I took time to really be well within myself. I took about six weeks off, first to move into the new space, then to just be a regular human. I did travel back to Duluth, but did not stay in the cottage that I had with Jake. I walked the trails that we had slipped and slid across together. I went to the mansion, but this time the gardens were in full bloom. I knew my spirit bled for him. I realized that there was no one else that I wanted. There was no one else that understood me like Jake did; despite our time together adding up to little more than thirteen days. DAYS.

At first, I did not want to believe that this deep seeded need was love for a man I knew in such an ephemeral manner. I had promised that man to latch onto someone who could love me where I was. And I did love Frank. I am convinced that I loved him deeply. However, there was always a dogged feeling that not all of my needs were being met - not the way that Jake fulfilled me. What was wrong with me that I couldn’t fully accept that fact.

I celebrated my forty-third birthday by doing nothing. I was by no means feeling old or sad about my age. Fuck that. I was feeling better than I had in years. I was strong and independent and … When I had seen that the GVF ticket had been passed along to my old position that was now occupied by Cody Youngblood, I knew perhaps I was ready. I had sheltered in place the last time they had blown through town. This time, however, I paid attention. I was upper, administrative management now, no need to sit in on the tasks that were once so important to me. But I did take notice and follow the progress through. I wondered if any of them realized that it was now my company that was handling them throughout the Midwest stretch. We had our tendrils reaching across the states and even into Toronto.

I had checked the schedule of shows, knowing that this account was huge compared to even a few years prior. Live acts had changed considerably with the advent of having streamed shows across multiple venues. GVF were part of a dying breed that some speculated would be relegated back to playing on street corners and honky tonk bars. But the band was persevering - along with many others that were proving that live music - not streamed performances - were still best practice. I was stuck in Des Moines with a project that had simply imploded when I knew there was a break before playing the area in Minneapolis. The client was pissed off that we had followed their wishes to a ‘t’ and it fell apart just as the project manager had predicted. I soothed the ruffled feathers and salvaged what I could before trudging home, afraid that I was going to be too late.

While on the plane, Pat sent me a link with a question if that was ‘my’ guitar player. A friend of his had been at the pub that night and had video showing Jake helping a band out. I stared into my screen. What didn’t seem real was followed by all sorts of accounts that Jake had helped out a young guitarist during their set. There were pictures splashed all over. Each new picture came with a fresh fight to catch my breath. I had to get home. I needed to make my way to him.

I was a ball of anxiety as I dressed and prepared to get into the sound check that was scheduled. Cody was to be there taking care of our company’s tasks, but I thought dropping in would look good on such a large, long-term account. At least that was my cover. I passed through security and surprised Cody as he was running through his final digital checks. It was an amazing set up. It was hard not to feel the energy in the air. We were deep in the guts of the stadium when the sound vibrated through my form. Jake’s playing was unmistakable. I smiled as we walked up through the layers of concrete until we were in the open air. A group of techs were standing to the side, making adjustments and honing in on the sound that was needed. We moved towards a group of management that we knew, and were going over the final touches as the check came to a close.

My chest was on the verge of rupture when the band started down the main stairs that would lead them right past us. I kept my attention where Jake would eventually appear, but I turned away as I heard commotion towards the back of the stage. My body felt hot and jumpy the longer I waited. He was here. He was so close. I wondered if he would be happy to see me. I panicked at the notion that he may just walk past me without acknowledgement. I had not contemplated that part. I just knew I needed to be here, at this time.

He had his head down as he descended the metal stairs. I smiled at the amount of silver that had invaded his hair. Clad in sunglasses, he looked soft in trousers, boots and a pull over. I was glad to see that the mustache and goatee were in place, but once again, speckled with gray in the best way possible. How was this man aging like this? He was even more handsome compared to his form from years before. He looked up and paused. I hoped that he saw me - that his slowing of tread was because of me. He took his sunglasses off and my breath stopped completely. He was walking towards me, eyes filled with recognition and warmth. I had no idea if it would be any kind of touch until he called me ‘Deep Purple’ and I had no choice but to fall into his embrace.

There’s a feeling that can overcome you when you pull on your favorite outfit, or snuggle down into the right blanket, or how the sunshine hits your face after you’ve been upset and you just know it’s all good. The moment he touched me was like all three moments in one. Every inch of me felt right. I felt elevated. I could feel his body shaking against mine, like he was totally filled with joy and anticipation. I felt like I whimpered as his mouth passed against the exposed skin of my neck. It was by no means anything other than him trying to get closer, but just the feel of his breath against my skin was enough to know he was right there with me - in the same mindset.

Damn. He called me ‘mouse’ and I lost it. All of the emotions struck like a tide. His lips met mine. My chest swelled with a pain of need and want and lust and most of all love. Love that was passionate and greedy. Love that was consuming. Love that was nurturing and unquestioning. Love that was his.

I heard his name being called. I knew I was in the final seconds of whatever this was. I did not want to let go. My spirit tried to reach out and cling to him as he had to continue to work. But the need for him to stay was shared between us. I could see it in him - he did not want to go. I touched his face, brushing away tears for both of us. They called for him again and a look flared in his features that I wasn’t sure if he was about to explode in rage or melt into me with need. I knew I was stammering to get words out. I always felt like his time was precious. Never more so than in that rush that was beginning to tug at him. I watched as he physically struggled against it.

Three weeks. He said three weeks. I’ve waited nearly twenty years, what was three more weeks?

Rarely do I ever take advantage of tickets for events that we get for free through work. However, that night, I was in a VIP box watching Jake strut around like a god. Those few around me noted that he seemed different - lighter. I did not move from my spot the entire time, watching him laugh and interact with his brothers and the crowd. I wondered if he knew I was there. I should have texted him, but I needed this for me. The last little scrap to tear away and accept that the man that the whole damn stadium was screaming for was mine.

Three weeks. I needed to focus on getting the rest of my shit in place. I was by no means quitting, but I was stepping up and through an opportunity that would allow much more flexibility and time away from the office. I purchased a ticket to get to the Detroit show. It was my whole focus. He texted every night, while I answered every morning. I wanted to drop everything and run to him. Strange how things had changed. I had spent so much time focused on the now - but I wanted that ‘now’ to be nothing but him.

“I’m happy for you,” Patrick admitted as I was carrying my bag out to set by the front door. “You’ve thought this through. This is what you want.”

“It’s what I want,” I replied as I rushed back to get my light trench coat from the back closet.

“It’s good to see you this happy, Y/n,” he said with a grin. “The girls are going to miss you fiercely.”

“I won’t be leaving forever. Just not around quite as much,” I said as I made sure my ticket was waiting in my phone. “And perhaps their favorite auntie will send them all sorts of shit from all over that will drive their daddy crazy.”

He shook his head with a naughty look. “You do and I’ll break each one before it gets into their hands. They’re still young enough that I can open and censor anything that you send.”

I laughed loudly. The incident of the harmonicas, kazoos, and slide whistles still gets talked about years after the actual occurrence. Or the slime-fest that Auntie Y/n promised and was met with unexpected consequences of it in the girls’ hair and staining outfits for days. The glitter shooters. The craft fairs that we would hold in Sidney’s living room were epic, but glue, beads and cutouts were not furniture friendly. And best of all, at the end of it, I could kiss them all and walk away from the annoyed parents and happy children.

“Regardless, they’re going to miss their Sunday time with you,” he said, his lips held tight.

“I’ll miss you too, Patty,” I said softly. “But I’m not going far, or for that long. We’ve got a lot to figure out yet.”

He was nodding, but I knew he was just hiding what he wanted to say. They were concerned for me. Hell. I was concerned. I never threw anything to the wind like this. Every step I made was measured and planned and had a direction that had an end goal in mind. This whole time. My goal for now however, was Jake. My direction was him. I said I was not one of those girls to drop everything for a man. That was true. I still wasn’t. But I was to a point in my career that I could dictate my role and my projects.

“I love you,” I said, coming to a stop in front of him. “I’ve loved you since second grade when you told me that I had a booger on my forehead. I love your family. I love your kids. Fuck if I miss much of that, right?”

“Love you too, punkin,” he whispered, tugging me close.

I was on the flight to Detroit when I saw that Jake texted a picture from the stage of Comerica Park. My heart flooded with his words: Tomorrow morning will be here in less than twelve hours. He was counting down. I had a car waiting for me at the airport that would take me to the hotel before dumping everything and running my ass off to get to the venue. I had a ticket for one of the boxes, but also told Cody to expect me backstage. He was a sweetheart about it, knowing that I was not going to be there to see him. That ruse had been blown. He just said that all my passes would be at the will-call window. True to his word, everything was there.

I got a beer and tucked into my spot - on Jake’s side, overlooking the stage. I could not hide the absolute joy that flooded my system as they hit the stage and the whole stadium exploded in sound. I had no idea how long the tears were standing in my eyes, or how they started to trail my makeup down my cheeks, but I was ruined by the midpoint of the show. Amidst blushed cheeks and racoon eyes, I ducked out of the box and could only hope that I was able to hide my mess until I got to the ladies room. I could hear Jake commanding another solo and it was like reverberating off my bones as I tried to pull myself together.

“Hey, honey, you all right over there?”

Fuck. I was totally caught being overstimulated and over emotionally wrought in the fucking bathroom. I was reaching for a wad of towels when the woman who was asking me my status came into view of the mirror. My insides froze. She froze as well before she quickly recovered. I had seen pictures of his mother that he had shown me during our time in Duluth. I had seen her at the exhibition for Clara, though from a far distance.

“Well, I’ll be,” she said, her tone shifting as she moved to get me more towels. “You’re Y/n if I’m not mistaken.”

I bit into my lip trying to stall just long enough to catch my breath. I had no voice to give her so I nodded.

“Jake said that he would be flying to St. Paul the moment he came off stage,” she replied with a small grin. “Guess he won’t have to now. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Karen.”

“Y/n,” I said, as I met her gaze through the mirror.

“So, I’ll ask again - you okay?”

I sucked in a hard breath. “Just having a moment. I don’t normally do things like this, but… Honestly. I didn’t want to wait.”

The smile that spread across her face was so like Jake’s in those quiet, over the top moments that he could barely hold himself together that it just caused all the emotions to rupture out of me all over again. She hushed and cooed as she rushed to help once more. I tried to warble out a thanks, but it just made things worse. It started with a chuckle, then a laugh and landed in a sob that was not my own. Karen had her own tears in her eyes as she wiped at her face.

“You really do love my boy, don’t you,” she sighed, as if just giving herself over to her own emotions.

All I could do was nod my head and we both just blurted out in a shared moment of joy. She was waving her hands wildly as she was trying to reign herself in. A ray of light shot across her features as she froze.

“I have an idea!” she announced. “I’m not sure how you were planning on reaching him, but I think we need to really do this right. Wait… How were you going to surprise him?”

“I have backstage access. I was thinking about trying to meet him after-”

A twinkle crossed her gaze. “You’re with me.”

She wrapped her hand around my wrist and pulled me out of the restroom and down the walkway. We rushed past the box that I was in and moved instead into one just beyond the barrier that read ‘No One Beyond This Point’. She pushed open the door to reveal a near identical box that I was in, but this one was furnished with a sidebar filled with iced drinks and snacks. There were about twenty people in the room, all were just visiting and watching every now and then. This was the family. I felt way out of place as Karen waved me towards the glass.

“Hon,” she called out as we approached three men that were tucked at the fore. “Hon…”

The moment the man turned to look at his wife, I knew it was Jake’s father. The way he leaned into her and listened and reached for her… Fuck. It was all Jake. The shy little smile. The secret language that he was able to share with his wife was all on display. His eyes turned to me and he was instantly on his feet.

“Wow, fancy meeting you here,” he opened with a wide smile.

“We have to surprise Jake. You in?” Karen beamed as she wrapped her arm around her man.

“Jake doesn’t like surprises,” Kelly remarked, brows furrowed.

“He’ll like this one,” Karen stated with finality.

I couldn’t help the spike of nervousness that invaded as my eyes turned towards the glass. Jake was stomping across the front of the stage racing towards the encore. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but how awful would it be if his parents were ready to spring right into whatever was ahead for the two of us. I listened to them banter about how Jake was so looking forward to seeing me - how he had gushed over how we seemed to be the proverbial ships passing in the night over and over. I looked down as the spotlight dimmed across him before he stepped forward again to be awash in brilliant light. The silver in his hair was a halo around him. My heart thudded in my chest at the sight. I was putting myself in his parents’ hands. How the hell did this happen?

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"Kissing Classes" ♡ Luke Castellan x M!Reader

1st chapter ☆ you're here ☆ 3rd chapter

2nd chapter summary: why was luke asking you for a second lesson? doesn't he have a girlfriend at this point?

1.2 words

warnings: miscommunication, queer depression, reader is not the best at reading a certain son of hermes, bad words (again).

tags: pre-tlt, friends with benefits (??), friends to lovers, luke castellan is head over heels, reader wants to forget about luke, reader loves blur (the band) and goes crazy when they are mentioned, luke isn't very good at hiding feelings anymore.

II. "How to impress a girl a second time?"

Luke's audacity to ask a second time how to kiss surprised you in a negative way. But what came from his mouth was way more frustrating.

— I think she wants the kiss to be more intense — he shrugged —. Do you know how to?

— Luke, is she not your girlfriend yet? — you consulted, eyes unable to hide your discomfort or rather surprised expression —. You know, it isn't right to kiss someone else if you have a thing going on with her. Plus, you didn't get me the CD player yet. And THAT was part of our deal — you sounded angrier than you wanted to. But it was such an idiotic thing to be furious at. He was your friend, even if you wished something else.

— She's not my girlfriend yet and I am working on the CD player thing — he reassured you without any signs of being nervous or angry.

— But if she's like- """an almost something""", don't you think it's right to only kiss her for now? At least until you have it sorted it out? — you seemed desperate —. I don't even know her name, gods... — you muttered.

— You are way too worried — Luke affirmed calmly —. You should calm down. I am your friend, and I'm asking you this because I need to. If we get in trouble, just say it was my idea, no need to take the blame.

— It's not a crime, but it feels so wrong. Luke. I don't think this is okay. — Well, you did sign up for the first time. But a second time? It was too much.

— Come on, it's not a crime, you said it — the Hermes Cabin Counselor repeated your words and sat down on his bed, you were still standing up —. I can get you anything this time too, please — he pleaded, now he seemed desperate.

— What is her name?

— Why do you want to know?

— Why wouldn't I? If this girl is real I should know her name by now, Castellan.

You almost never called him by his last name. He didn't hate it, but it seemed weird coming out of your mouth.

— She's called Sofia, it's like Sophie but-

— In a Spanish version, yeah yeah — you sighed —. I don't know her, but I don't care. There are so many in the Aphrodite Cabin that I wouldn't even like to meet.

— Well, you didn't like them since the beginning. But she's nice.

— Yeah. I get that.

You fiddled as a way to stop your nervousness, it wasn't helping. You sat beside Luke.

— So, what does she want this time? — you asked to know what it was all about.

— I was thinking of... something more intense. Perhaps tongue?

You stopped moving your fingers and a slight blush felt through your cheeks. "Damnit"

— I am *not* the indicated person for that. Thank you but I have to-

— I'll get you the rare CD of that band you like.

You raised your eyebrow:—. Which one?

— Blur? Was that it?

— MODERN LIFE IS RUBBISH DELUXE? — your mouth exclaimed surprise —. No fucking way, Luke. You are going to get me a 24 dollar special CD for teaching you how to do something.

— But I can and will.

You thought about it a little. Modern Life is Rubbish wasn't that hard to get, maybe your help was worth a little more than that.

— Wait- do you know guys my age who could like me?

Luke furrowed his eyebrows:—. I could get one. Why?

You hesitated for a bit:—. I want you to get me a date. I've been single for so long I'm helping you how to kiss. But you pay the date. I'm going to save for a Japanese Blur CD. You get me a date and pay for it — you proposed.

You weren't happy with leaving your silly crush, but you had to move on. Specially after the Kissing Classes™️.

— Alright. That's more difficult than the CD but I already owe you a player — the curly haired boy sighed and turned to you, marking a beginning to the lesson.

— So, if you want to deepen a kiss... — you started explaining —. I think a girl would like you to grab her by the waist or hips. Then you can give place to your tongue or something.

— Could you show me? — there was his stupid smile again —. Kiss me how I should kiss her — you made a disgusted face but then erased it and got closer to Luke.

— You get close to her. Maybe grab her waist — you did so with Luke's —. Look at her lips. Wait for her to give the yes, because it's important and... — you kissed him.

The kiss was more experienced than last time, maybe because you commanded it with your hands at your friend's waist and a slightly wider mouth than the first.

At some point, you introduce your tongue to Luke's mouth. He's into it, which is weird to you. You decide to ignore it.

The kiss deepens so much that at some point you grab his dark curls. Then pull away.

— You go with tongue when it's intense enough. You'll know the exact time — you wiped your now red lips.

The Hermes Cabin Counselor was starstruck. Like you just took him to the moon and back, when it was just a kiss over a lesson.

— You should tell me about Sofia — you told him with half a smile —. And the boy you are going to introduce me to.

— I'm not sure how I'm going to do that — he came back to Earth.

— Deal with it. I already taught you how to do this stuff. It's only fair for me to get what I want.

Luke nodded. He seemed upset for a second.

— Good luck — you said and greeted him once again to go to your cabin. This time it was earlier than usual.

Fuck Luke Castellan. You couldn't take this one-or-two-times-thing anymore. He was probably using you for his identity discovery or something. But this time you were more convincing, you tried so hard not to feel the actual kiss. Maybe you did. But that didn't matter. You were soon going to meet a boy Luke Castellan felt right for you, who was anywho but him.

Such an 'in my life, why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die?' day. Maybe it was time to listen to The Smiths, if you only had the CD player.

You fell on your bed. Another day, new chores to do. You were replacing the head counselor of your cabin tomorrow, since they were on a quest. Hopefully it was temporary.

But there was a certain boy you couldn't help but think of. He wasn't a child of Aphrodite, yet you always liked him. Maybe it was hopeless to keep being his friend, it only took you to these situations where you end up bad.

"I fucking hate Luke Castellan. He gives me the CD player and the date and I'm going to ghost him" you thought, if it was even possible to ghost him in real life.

You fell asleep, finally.

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“Prologue”

Word Count: 4k

(Prologue to “Cherry Bomb” - please make sure to read the TW on the “Cherry Bomb” masterlist before proceeding.)

Marlowe walked around the garage of her parents house, beginning to set up everything that was needed for band practice. Harry's drum set stayed there permanently - something he requested due to the fact his mom wasn't super ecstatic about the noise that came with it. He was fearful that she would get drunk and destroy it if she got too irritated about it. When Harry hesitantly asked Marlowe two years ago if he could keep it here, she said 'yes' before he even finished asking his question entirely.

Harry and his mom had moved to LA when he was fourteen, and Marlowe was thirteen. It was the start of a new school year, and Marlowe built up the courage to finally compliment the My Chemical Romance sticker on Harry's binder. After that, they hit it off almost immediately. The two of them connected over music mostly, making each other mix CDs and exchanging them at their lockers in between classes. Once technology advanced a bit, they took the time to exchange playlists instead, and they were both grateful they had someone in their life that appreciated artists and bands as much as the other did.

As interesting as Marlowe found it that Harry and his mom just up and moved from Holmes Chapel, she didn't pry. It wasn't until after they had known each other for almost a year that Harry revealed his mom was catfished by this guy online, and now they were stuck in LA with no other way home. She learned that Harry didn't know who his father was, and he didn't care to. He also told her that his mom sometimes drank a lot, probably more than she should from what he said, but things were okay when she was sober.

Marlowe couldn't relate completely, her parents were there, but they weren't entirely present.

Once he had opened up to her, Marlowe and Harry were practically inseparable. It wasn't that much later in their friendship that they discovered they both had the potential to actually make music. Marlowe picked up the guitar easily, whereas Harry was drawn to the drums.

The first time they sang in front of each other was a bit comical. Both in Marlowe's bedroom - opposite corners of the room while staring at the wall. "If It Means A Lot to You" by A Day to Remember bounced off the walls, and Marlowe had to brace herself against the plaster when she heard Harry's voice. The cadence he carried throughout his vocals had her knees buckling.

Little did Marlowe know that as soon as she opened her mouth to sing, goosebumps covered Harry's skin. They had each heard each other humming carelessly before, Harry himself would whistle quite often as well, but never had they heard the other sing.

Once the song played out, they slowly turned to face each other. Their eyes met, and they both started to laugh. They had no idea that the other felt something in Marlowe's bedroom that day, but they were young. They avoided it out of fear of destroying the friendship they currently had as they didn't know if the other felt the same way.

Marlowe plugged her guitar into the amp, placing it on the stand before setting up the amps that both Kailey, their bassist would need, as well as Mikey, their lead guitarist. Harry and Marlowe were grateful that they ended up connecting with the two of them their senior year of highschool, as they loved music just as much as they did.

With Marlowe now being twenty and Harry being twenty-one, they were preparing for an upcoming gig they had at a local venue. Music had become their entire lives these past two years, and this gig was going to have a lot of talent scouts from record labels at it. The two best friends had decided to forgo college - Harry because he couldn't afford it, and Marlowe just wasn't sure what she wanted to go to school for. Her parents didn't really mind, but Harry's mom could sometimes use his lack of education against him during heated arguments.

He wanted to act like it didn't bother him all that much, but Marlowe could tell that it did. She did her best to always get his mind off it when he'd come over after those situations, and that usually meant just laying on the floor in her room - listening to vinyls, and smoking cigarettes.

Marlowe turned her attention to the large garage door as she heard it opening, and she looked over to see Kailey and Mikey standing underneath it once it was raised enough.

"Hey guys," she said, having just finished setting everything up.

"Hey, Harry not here yet?" Mikey asked as he kneeled down with his guitar case, getting the instrument out.

"Uh no, not yet," Marlowe responded after clearing her throat.

Harry had been acting a little off this past month or so, and at first she thought that he was just feeling the pressure of their upcoming performance, but it was really unlike him to be late to practice like this - although it had started to happen more often than not. He was also practically shutting her out, and he hadn't done that at all in their years of friendship. He had just turned twenty one last month, and it seemed like once he did - he didn't really have time to see Marlowe outside of band practice anymore.

She tried not to think anything of it at first, but she was starting to feel the emptiness of not having him around like she used to. There was a girl, Sierra, that he had been seeing, and it didn't bother Marlowe, but he had never even introduced the two of them. She would tell Harry to invite her to band practice, or to hang out at her house, but her invitations went ignored.

It hurt her, but she knew that Harry wasn't going to be hers forever. She knew eventually he'd start dating, and Sierra was actually the first girl he had ever really been with in the time they had been friends. She wasn't sure if Harry was ashamed of her, and that's why he didn't want to bring Sierra around, or if he was just trying to separate himself from her completely.

"Really?" Kailey questioned with a raised eyebrow as she plugged her bass into the amp. "Have you tried to text him?

"Mhmm," Marlowe hummed, averting her eyes from her two friends. Harry hadn't responded to her texts in two days now.

She didn't want them to see just how much this was affecting her.

Her reassurance was that they'd always have music. That was something that they'd always get along over - something to keep them connected forever.

Marlowe just shook her head, her blonde hair framing around her face as she looked down at her guitar. She picked it up before flicking on the amp - giving the instrument a few strums. As she approached her microphone, she spoke into it to test it while tuning her guitar.

As the three of them were preparing their instruments, it was only a few minutes later that Harry came bursting through the side door of the garage, slightly stumbling over his own feet. The noise caused Marlowe to jump, and she looked over to see Harry kicking a stray paint can out of his way.

"Sorry I'm late," he mumbled, not even making eye contact with any of his friends as he started towards his drum set.

Marlowe followed him with her gaze, watching as he sat down on the stool behind his set - adjusting the bandana that was pushing his unruly curls back. He pulled his drumsticks out of the holder, tapping them against a few of the drumheads before finally looking to Marlowe.

"So, are we gonna start or what? I have things to do after this," Harry commented, and Marlowe's lips parted at the tone he was using with her.

This wasn't her Harry.

"Uhm, yeah, sure, sorry," Marlowe responded with a nod.

The setup in the garage was that everyone was in a circle so that they could see each other while practicing. It was an exercise they had learned during a band workshop, and it actually helped them round out their sound more than they could've imagined.

Marlowe looked between the three others before nodding her head, strumming her guitar once and letting the noise drown out as Harry lightly tapped on one of his cymbals - the sound growing as it went on. As they got into the grit of the song, Marlowe let off her guitar, cupping her microphone in her hand.

"Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when -

Our common goal was waiting for the world to end."

She made sure to strum her guitar when needed, making eye contact with Mikey who gave her a small smile. This was the best this song has sounded so far when just starting it out - their confidence was growing.

"Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend.

You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again."

As the song went into the chorus, Marlowe slipped her eyes shut, feeling the music rattling in her chest - her fingertips tingling against her guitar strings as goosebumps covered her arms.

"I'll send you my love on a wire.

Lift you up, every time, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh, from you."

The song flowed into the measures between the first chorus and the second verse, and that's when Marlowe started to notice Harry missing beats. She looked over to him to see that his eyebrows were narrowed - as if he was focusing so hard on getting it right, but he just couldn't. His eyes eventually closed and he titled his head up towards the ceiling, still trying to play but missing even more beats as time went on.

"Got balls of steel, got an automobile,

for a minimum wage.

Got real estate, I'm buying it all up in outer space."

Marlowe let go of her guitar, clapping into the microphone as she sang while Mikey took over the guitar entirely for this verse. Harry seemed to get a little back on track now that the tempo had slowed back down, and she hoped that he could get it together by the time the next chorus started.

"Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend.

You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again."

The band went into the second chorus, Marlowe gripping her guitar once more to start up her playing again - swaying her hips to the beat of the song.

"I'll send you my love on a wire

Lift you up, every time, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh."

It was noticeable that Harry was now completely off beat - stumbling his way through the chorus, and Marlowe looked over in his direction again. Her eyes locked with his, and she shook her head - eyebrows knitting together as if to ask what the hell was going on.

"It's a mechanical bull, the number one

You'll take a ride from anyone

Everyone wants a ride, pulls -"

Before they could even finish the song, Harry stood up from his drum set, throwing his drumsticks across the garage. Mikey and Kailey quickly ducked out of the way to avoid getting hit as Harry made his way around the instrument and towards the side door he had just entered through only a few minutes prior.

"I can't fucking do this anymore," he grumbled, throwing the door open.

Marlowe's eyes widened, and she immediately set her guitar down - racing after him. He was already halfway down the street, and she realized that she didn't see his car.

Had he walked here?

They didn't live too far from each other, maybe a five minute drive or so, but she still couldn't understand why he wouldn't have called her for a ride.

"Harry!" She called out after him, chest heaving as she tried to catch up with his long strides.

Harry kept staring in front of him, hands tucked securely into the front pockets of his jeans as he completely ignored the girl coming up behind him. He could hear the rocks crunching underneath her feet, and he knew that she was getting closer.

"Please, just wait," Marlowe panted, reaching a hand out to grab him.

Her hand landed on his bicep, and he was quick to rip it away from her. Marlowe stopped walking, completely stunned by Harry's actions.

"Don't fucking touch me, Marlowe."

Tears pricked at her waterline, as she continued to watch him walk away.

She hadn't heard him call her just Marlowe in several years. He always called her by her nickname, and he had never snapped at her like this before.

Quickly coming to again, Marlowe scurried to match Harry's steps so that she could keep up with him.

"You're not even going to talk to me?" She asked, bottom lip trembling as she stared at the side of his face.

Harry's expression remained stoic as he kept his eyes ahead, doing his best not to pay attention to Marlowe at all. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his hoodie, tucking one between his lips as he fiddled in his front pocket for his lighter.

Marlowe grimaced at the fact he was just completely avoiding her, and she snatched the stick from between his lips.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She gasped, trying her best not to get overcome with emotion, but she didn't even recognize the person next to her.

Her best friend for the past seven years was acting like someone she had never even met.

"Give that back," Harry demanded through clenched teeth, and Marlowe shook her head as they stopped walking.

"I need you to talk to me, Harry. What is going on?"

They both stood there staring at each other, and Marlowe's face contorted as she looked away from him - pressing the back of her hand against her mouth. Tears of both anger and confusion began to stream down her face, and she swallowed down the whimper that wanted to leave her.

"Just go back home," Harry muttered, looking down at his feet.

Marlowe continued to look away, dropping her hand as she pursed her lips to the side. She shut her eyes, dropping Harry's cigarette to the ground to dig her nails into her palms - leaving crescent shaped marks across her skin.

"I feel like I'm losing you," she whispered, nausea swirling her stomach at the thought. "You don't even talk to me anymore. Y-you're my best friend, and I don't know what to do with how I'm feeling."

It grew quiet between them, the cooler March air whipping across their faces as they stood facing each other, but not looking in each other's direction.

"Well, I don't think we should be friends anymore."

Heart plummeting, Marlowe's head snapped to look over at Harry who was still keeping his eyes on the ground.

"What?"

"I don't want to be friends with you anymore...or Kailey and Mikey," Harry stated, his voice more firm now.

His piercing green eyes met Marlowe's blue ones, and she didn't see any emotion behind his.

"What did I do?" Marlowe grasped to her chest, tightness taking over. "H-how can I fix this? Please tell me, and I'll do it, Harry, I can fix it. Is it Sierra? Does she not want you to be-"

"Fuck, Marlowe!" Harry's voice boomed, echoing against the houses near them, causing her to immediately clamp her mouth shut. "This isn't anything that can be fixed because nothing is broken. We're adults now. We've grown up, and I don't want the same things anymore. I don't want the band, and I don't want a music career - I don't even want Sierra anymore, and....and I don't want to be friends with you."

It was so quiet that Marlowe was surprised that she couldn't hear the cracking of her heart in her own chest. Her knees began to shake, and she was having to will herself to remain upright with the weight that was starting to press down upon her.

"What did I do?" Marlowe whimpered out again, dropping her chin to her chest.

Her ears began to ring as she realized Harry really meant this, and that this is what he wanted. Her best friend had already been fading away from her for some time now, but she never thought that he would allow himself to completely disappear after everything they had been through. Their connection was something Marlowe felt she could never find again.

"Go home.”

Marlowe remained frozen as she heard Harry's footsteps moving away from her, and she tried to will herself to open her mouth and call out for him again, but she couldn't. Her mind was reeling, trying her hardest to grasp onto what was actually happening.

By the time she was able to ground herself, her head lifting to look around her neighborhood again for any sign of Harry, he was gone.

●・○・●・○・●

A month had passed since Marlowe last saw Harry. Her calls and her texts went unanswered, and eventually she just assumed that he had blocked her number. Marlowe was devastated. She had never felt this type of emptiness in her entire life, and that was saying something considering her parents had a habit of missing almost every important event that came up for her.

She barely left her room, burying herself under her covers as she stared blankly at the wall her bed was pressed up against. No vinyls turned on her record player. There weren't two cigarettes resting and burning on her ashtray, and Harry's cackles didn't fill her room.

Marlowe hadn't listened to a single note of music since that day. She apologized to both Kailey and Mikey, but she told them she couldn't continue the band on without Harry. It didn't feel right.

That band was theirs, something they had created together, and it was nothing without him. No one would be able to play the drums like he could, and no other voice would blend with hers as perfectly as his did. Thankfully Kailey and Mikey understood, and they both had tried their best to console Marlowe due to Harry's absence, but she explained that she just needed to be alone for a while to process everything.

Her parents noticed that something was off, but they didn't try to get to the root of it, and she was honestly grateful for that. They didn't have anything against Harry by any means, but Marlowe knew they wouldn't understand the weight of what had happened.

Rain pelted down against her window, the first rain LA had seen in a while, while Marlowe hung her legs over the side of her bed - cupping her mattress in her hands.

She needed to see him. She needed to force him to see her. This wasn't how their friendship was going to end.

Popping up quickly, Marlowe pulled on a pair of leggings and her Doc Martens while throwing a hoodie over her head. She grabbed her wallet and her keys off her dresser before heading down the stairs and out of her house. After slipping into her car, she started off down the road towards Harry's mom's house.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her palms feeling like pins and needles from the adrenaline that was coursing through her. Deep down she knew that this was probably really stupid, and that the end result could end up just hurting her worse, but she needed more closure than he had given her. She deserved that from him.

After pulling into the driveway, she sat in her car for a moment - staring blankly at her steering wheel. She contemplated just turning around and going home, but she wasn't going to move on without this happening.

Marlowe made her way up to the front door with her hood over her head, quickly knocking on the door before tucking her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie. She shivered slightly, looking around a bit before the door opened. It revealed Harry's mom, and Marlowe sent her a soft smile.

"Hi Tamara, is Harry-"

"Nope," she cut Marlowe off quickly, and as much as she wanted to roll her eyes, she didn't.

"Please, I just want to talk to him. I only need few minutes and then I'll go, but I really need to-"

"Look, Marley," Tamara slurred, raising her hand to interrupt her once more.

His mom never called her by her actual name, and Marlowe wasn't sure if it was just because she couldn't remember it when intoxicated, or if she never actually cared to learn it. Her and Harry never really spent a lot of time here. She could probably count on one hand how many times they hung out here instead of Marlowe's house.

"Harry hasn't been here in probably...three weeks now. He left a note saying that he was gonna be gone for a while, and that's the last I've heard from him. I don't know if he'll come home, I don't really care at this point, but don't come around here bothering me anymore, alright?"

Marlowe opened her mouth to attempt to speak again, but Tamara slammed the door right in her face. She swallowed harshly as she stepped backwards off the porch, still keeping her eyes on the door for a while before she turned around and hurried back to her car.

Hands clutching the wheel, she began to sob with her chest jumping up and down with every large breath she tried to take. All of this just didn't feel real - this past month without Harry, the last time she had seen him, and even right now with her sitting outside of her house crying in her car. It all felt like a terrible dream that she couldn't wake herself up from.

She allowed herself a few minutes to calm down, pulling the cuffs of her hoodie over her hands to wipe her cheeks before pulling out onto the road to head back to her house.

It was so difficult for Marlowe to picture what her life was going to be like next week, next month or even next year without Harry. Every vision she had of her future up until now had him there right beside her, and now that wasn't a possibility anymore. All she had were her memories with him.

Once she got home, she raced back upstairs - stripping out of her clothes to dive back into her covers in just her bra and underwear. Her hands gripped at her comforter as she smothered her face in it. She didn't know when she'd be able to stop crying.

Marlowe loved Harry. She knew she had loved him for a while now, and she knew it was more than platonic on her end, but it was obvious that she was foolish for ever letting her feelings get that far. She only had herself to blame for him not knowing the extent of them - as she could never bring herself to tell him. There were times here and there, especially through the last four years or so, that she had thought that maybe he felt the same way, but there was no way that could be true to what he had done to her.

Even though she was so angry and hurt by him, she just hoped that he was okay, and that he was safe. She hoped that he was taking care of himself, that he wasn't getting into any trouble, and that he was with someone, or surrounded by people, who loved and cared for him as much as she did. She could only hope that he felt the comfort she felt in him in someone else.

Her Harry was gone, and it was evident that he was never coming back.

#harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry edward styles #harry styles smutty fanfic #harry styles ff #Spotify

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Top 5 technologies that, unfortunately, have fallen out of use

okay this was interesting, had to rly think. Also idk if my definition of "technology" is right, but anything resembling will go. ALSO damn I rambled a lot, sorry abt that, apparently I like thinking about old tech

CDs. I miss owning albums, it was so nice to like actually have the physical copy of something u love. I think that's what missing now and is why I sometimes get actually annoyed abt loving a band/song (rn it's The Vantages (a band) & I'm actually mad about it) bc the "listening to it is not enough, I need to inject it to my bloodstream"-mood, which in actuality is that I'd love a physical copy to make it feel like a concrete thing. It's like the next best thing to going to a concert, and I can't keep buying merch I'll never wear outside my house to compensate. Also made u like decide on what album u want to listen to & the songs are always gonna be in the same order the artist decided them to be in, no mixing songs from the same or diff artists, you had to make A Choice. (actually my dad has my fave bands CDs (old-ish band & he an og fan) and it's kinda comforting to me that if (/when?) some Spotify apocalypse eventually happens, I'll have a way to listen to them anyways). Also been thinking for years about buying either a CD- or a vinyl player, or something like that bc I want to have physical copies of my faves (but haven't decided on what yet (probs vinyl tho. for the vibes.) and also the money aspect of it is not great)

Nokias. I just talked with my sister how we've both been thinking abt just buying an old Nokia keypad non-smart phone and just using that instead of like the current phones (but alas, not rly possible, like I can't get into my gym without a smart phone and that's just one thing, u kinda need a smartphone or life becomes unnecessarily complicated). But the durability, the worm game, the ''oh no in a hurry and need the letter s, oh shit I went overboard and went right back to p''). Also Finland represent lol

tamagotchi type things. like a "gaming console" (it's not but idk what those are called) that has the one game with abt 3 pixels and no color. Also I had one like that had a monkey that collected dropping bananas and that was the whole game, the only function that thing had (I have a suspicion I got it from McDonalds??? idk why I keep thinking that) (Googled and yes it was from McDonalds, called Aiai banana catch)

those big computers that were for the whole household. We didn't have one growing up (bc my parents had computers at their work and so we didn't need one) but the thrill of going to like a friend who lived near and they used their 1h of computer time to like play some horse game; unparalleled. Or like the games at Miniclip ?? or later on CLUB PENGUIN !!!!! (still to this day the best game that has or ever will exist) (tho I think at around club penguin-era my sister got a laptop so I used that until I got my own)

Those calculators that prints on paper what u've calculated right after, idk what they're called. Never used one & obv never had one bc was a kid, and actually not fully sure if ppl still do use them (but guessing at least that they're not as popular anymore) but damn. The pure aesthetics and vibes. Like the movie scenes of a character calculating using that while looking at bills to indicate that the said character has some finance problems? phenomenal, cinematography etc.

#april 2024 #2024 #asks

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George taking a photograph from the side of the stage at a Crosby Stills Nash & Young concert at Wembley Stadium in September 1974 (photo by Gijsbert Hanekroot/Redferns/Getty Images); with David Crosby in 1967 (photo by Leslie Bryce); George and Stephen Stills in the studio, 1970 (scanned from the CD liner notes for Doris Troy‘s Apple Records album).

“I first met George in 1959. We kept in touch throughout our lives, meeting up over the years. I miss him very much. He was a good friend. He was a gentleman, and I don’t say that lightly.” - Graham Nash, Liverpool Echo, November 28, 2011

“Some of the stuff we did in the studio [for Troy’s self-titled Apple album], I’d be messing around on the piano and somebody would walk over and say, what is that? I’d say, this is what I got so far. And they’d go, okay, try this, try this, and that’s how come on the [songwriting credits] you see Ringo [Starr] on some of it, Stephen Stills on some of it, and George.” - Doris Troy, Unknown Legends of Rock ‘n’ Roll (1998)

"I’d worked on a Doris Troy album for Apple. And I was hanging out with George Harrison, Ringo and Eric Clapton, among others when I made my first solo album, Stephen Stills. Eric was coming by the house for a tickle, and a lot of work got done in between a two-year party at Ronnie Wood’s place. Not that Ronnie ever invited me. Going to Apple while The Beatles were breaking up was heavy for a kid from Florida. I’m in a studio with the fucking Beatles? Huh? It was very affirming when they told me: 'Go ahead and do your thing.' But then they’d say: 'But don’t get too successful. This is a small island, there’s not enough room at the top for everyone.'" - Stephen Stills, Louder, May 12, 2014

“George would invite me over for dinner. Actually, George was the one I connected with the most. He was my best friend in that band, although I'm still really good friends with Ringo.” - David Crosby, Music Radar, February 8, 2014

“[George] was my favorite Beatle” - David Crosby, Twitter, February 20, 2015

Q: “memory of George Harrison?” David Crosby: “Wonderful man” - Twitter, March 22, 2015

“They were much more real than we thought, and they were much nicer to us. And particularly George, who’s like, was just the nicest guy you could ask for. He was tough and he was smart and he didn’t kiss your butt, but he was — he was a kind human being, right? I became friends with George to the point where he started talking to me about stuff that mattered. I had just been turned on to Ravi Shankar. Somebody gave me his record, and I had it in my suitcase. And I gave it to George. And that had repercussions. He goes to India because he loves Indian music, and he meets this teacher, right? The Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. […] And I wanted to tell him, ‘Take it with a grain of salt.’ Hell, I wanted to tell him, ‘Take it with a whole shaker full of salt,’ I wanted to say that to George, I wanted to say, ‘Be skeptical.’ […] I was afraid I’d blow the friendship, absolutely. Because he was so valuable to me, and the guy was — he knew everything that I needed to know, he was doing what I wanted to do, he was nice about it, he was, like, my hero. So I couldn’t tell him the truth. Well, so I wrote him a song, I wrote him a song called ‘Laughing.’” - Storytime With Seth Rogen, October 12, 2021 (x) (x)

#David Crosby #Graham Nash #Stephen Stills #George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #Doris Troy #1970s #1960s #The Beatles #The Byrds #CSN #long read

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Penny poll round 2 match 3

Penny Lamb/Jane Doe (Legoland / Ride the Cyclone) vs

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Propaganda under the cut

Penny Lamb (Legoland / Ride the Cyclone)

• Okay I am not the person to be propaganda making for her but she's so cool she died once and then came back she's also a bit uhh deranged is a good word

• Penny Lamb (and her younger brother Ezra) lived in a hippie weed growing commune until she was thirteen and snuck out to a walmart, eventually leading to the entire thing burning to the ground. Then they lived in a tiny town named Uranium City and she got relentlessly bullied and even set on fire until she was given a cd by another girl from a band called Seven Up. She formed a parasocial relationship with the singer, who then turned into a misogynistic rapper. She travelled from northern Saskatchewan to Florida to meet him and thank him for basically making her life tolerable and enjoyable, and then ended up tearing a chunk of flesh out of his face with her teeth all at the age of 15 years old. Two years later after a concert with her school choir, she was beheaded on a fair rollercoaster called the Cyclone, becoming a Jane Doe until she was voted back to life. While she was Jane Doe, she wore the head of a porcelain doll as to not freak the other kids out!

• she was born a hippie, she bites and maims a famous rapper with hot coffee, she has a little brother obsessed with german philosophy, she plays the ukulele, she has a fuck ass bob. she gets fucking DECAPITATED by a roller coaster but survives because she is so offputting. what else do you need in a woman

• Where do I START with Penny. Basically she grew up socially isolated on a community pot farm until the age of 13, where she and her brother ran away to Walmart and started pretending to revive him from seizures because of how much attention she got. She was eventually driven back home where the entire community was drug busted burned to the ground, their parents being arrested, friends taken away, entire home destroyed. Instead of being sent to foster care, she’s and her brother are sent to a catholic boarding school, where they live mostly unsupervised. Penny is relentlessly bullied for supposedly being a lesbian, and diagnosed as bipolar and manic depressive while her brother (three years younger than her) sells his adhd medication to college kids to make ends meet. Soon after having her backpack lit on fire by bullies, she starts to fall into a deep depressive episode, not coming out of her room for days, until a catholic girl takes pity on her, and gives her a hiphop/boyband CD for her to listen to called 7-up (important later). Penny obsessed on the lead singer Johnny moon to an unhealthy degree until the band breaks up and Johnny rebrands to JK47, a misogynist gangster rapper who penny can’t stand. Penny and her brother run away from middle of knowwhere Canada to Florida to meet him so penny can win him back and remind him of how much she loves him and how cool he used to be. This doesn’t go well, as he doesn’t drop his gangster persona, calling her the same insult all her previous bullies did, leading to her throwing hot coffee on him, tearing a chunk off flesh out of his face with her teeth, and subsequently being arrested and later out on probation. Penny ALSO gets her own movie (in the play) and tells the audience this very story in a presentation with goofy puppets. Penny’s story is funny and absurd but at the same time incredibly tragic and heartbreaking. She also appears in ride the cyclone where she’s revealed to be the identity of Jane Doe (who had her head cut off before she was found dead in the rollercoaster accident with the other choir kids and was therefor never identified)

• she is a femamist lesbian and I am in love with her

• She's known as Jane Doe throughout the musical because she doesn't know who she is in death, her head is a doll's head because she lost her real one in the rollercoaster disaster that killed all the characters, she's the one who wins the prize of coming back from death which is when we learn her true name Penny. Her song is absolutely *beautiful* (The Ballad of Jane Doe) and she is the Penny of all time because I love her

• Girlie already lost her head we can’t take her victory too :(

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

• arthur #1

Pollrunner note: the propaganda came from your submissions. Feel free to add more either in reblogs or asks

#penny poll #tournament poll #penny lamb #ride the cyclone #legoland #musicals #arthur pendragon #merlin #bbc merlin

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the various iterations of blink-182's name

over the years, blink has gone by many different names. here's a timeline pieced together to the best of my knowledge:

duck tape/figure 8 (1992-1995)

i had some trouble tracking down the exact timeline of when they went from duck tape to figure 8 or vice versa, but from what i can gather, duck tape was either first or the one that stuck around for longer out of the two. if you have more info, please don't hesitate to share!

blink (1995)

the band eventually settled on the name blink, releasing buddha & cheshire cat under the name. tom is the one responsible for coming up with the band name, saying he liked how short and snappy it was (see above).

after some time, they were contacted by an irish band who were also rapidly growing & in talks with american labels about a name issue–both bands were named simply "blink." some fans claim there was a cease and desist involved, though all the sources i could find seem to portray the relationship between the two bands as relatively positive. below is a quote from a member of the irish blink describing when they found out about our little san diego band.

it's important to note that the irish blink does predate our 182 by at least two years (the band released a cd demo in october 1992, proving they had the name first, which is why our blink decided to go for a name change rather than the other way around) and they seem to still have positive feelings towards them, or at least they did up until 2010, when the source i got this all from was published.

blink-182 (1995-current)

okay. the one you're probably here for: the 182. no, we don't know what it means and no, we don't know where it comes from. yes, the source above claims they were told it was a scarface reference (kind of?) but there's not a concrete answer anywhere. there's also some debate on the pronunciation of the 182, and tom even clarified on twitter that apparently it was supposed to be "eighteen-two" this whole time. hm.

but in the end, according to mark, it really doesn't mean anything.

and that's all i got folks! i hope you enjoyed :) if you have more info, please feel free to share!

source

#nine.txt #blink 182 #blinklore #tom delonge #mark hoppus

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"ᴛʜɪs ɢᴜʏ ᴅɪɢs ʙᴀᴅ ɢɪʀʟs" ʀᴏᴅʀɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇғғʟᴇʏ x ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Genre: Fluff, Maybe angst

Warnings: Jealousy, Name-Calling

Summary: Reader is Heather Hills's friend. Reader believes that she doesn't have the slightest chance with Rodrick, because it seems like Rodrick likes Heather. Rodrick throws a party, blah blah blah, feelings are revealed.

Hi, I'm Y/N, probably one of the least popular girls at my school. Yeah, sure, I've been friends with Heather Hills since kindergarten, but she never seems to have time to hang out in public, so we're never seen together. I suppose my bad reputation doesn't help my lack of popularity, though.

I mean, who would wanna date and/or hang out with a girl who doesn't look or act her own gender?

I'm always wearing band tees, ripped jeans, and dirty Converse. Oh- And let's not forget that I'm Löded Diper's guitarist. Löded Diper is the loudest- and only- band in the neighborhood. Parents don't typically look at the only female in a band full of teenage boys, and think, "I would love to have my son/daughter bring her home for dinner!".

No.

At school, most people don't know me. But, a lot of the ones who do know me, refer to me as "Slut", and other rude nicknames that I don't even bother trying to remember.

I'm loud, probably seem annoying to most people, obsessed with rock and metal bands, and would choose a new sketchbook over a new friend.

I have two best friends- Rodrick Heffley, and Heather Hills.

Now, you're probably thinking, 'If Heather has so many friends, and you're friends with Heather, shouldn't you and Heather's friends get along?'.

Well, we don't. Heather's friends hate me, and I hate those bitches right back.

OH- I almost forgot to mention- I've got a FAT crush on Rodrick. But, I'm 99 percent sure he's only friends with me so he can become even the slightest bit closer to Heather. It's sad, yes, but what can I do?

Anyways, I was walking home from school, when Heather and her group of giggling girly-girls stopped me.

"Hey Y/N. Got any plans for tonight?" Heather asked me.

I nodded slowly. "Uh, yeah... I'm going to Rodrick's party tonight. Sorry." I apologized.

She smiled slightly. "Think you could ask him if he'd let me tag along with you?" she replied.

I wanted so bad to say, "No, I don't think I could." out of jealousy, but out of kindness, I said "Yes".

'She's going to ask him out. He's obviously going to say yes, because that boy is head-over-motherfucking-heels for that girl.'

And that's the only thing I could think, the entire way home.

-AT HOME-

'Time to get ready for the party, I suppose...'

And with that, I headed upstairs to my bedroom to get ready. And when I say, "Get ready," I mean, "Apply Eyeliner And Blast 'Let Go' By Avril Lavigne Until My Mom Says Turn It Down".

I turned my CD player on and put in 'Let Go' by Avril Lavigne, (AMAZING album- please go listen to it if you haven't already) hit play, and began applying eyeliner.

Before 'Losing Grip' had even ended, my mom was knocking on my door. "Y/N, could you turn that down?"

I sighed. "Yes ma'am.." I reached over and turned the music down. Once my eyeliner looked alright, I picked up my phone and called Rodrick. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hey! What's up?" he asked.

"Nothin' much. Heather Hills wants to know if she can come to the party." I replied.

Silence.

"Hell yeah she can!" he finally exclaimed.

"Okay, cool!" I replied in the cheeriest voice I could manage. 'Probably a little too sugary-sweet, but whatever.'

I quickly hung up before things could get awkward. I stared at my phone for a good five minutes before finally calling Heather. The second she picked up, I blurted out a "You're invited" and hung up. I didn't feel like explaining why I sounded so pissed.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and went downstairs. I hugged my mom goodbye and explained that I was just heading over to Rodrick's to hang out, then left.

-AT THE HEFFLEY'S HOME-

I reached up to knock on the door, but before my hand could even make contact with the door, it swung open, revealing a very happy Rodrick.

"Y/N! S'glad you could make it! Food is...wherever you can find it. No alcoholic beverages, due to Greggy and Rowley." he told me. I nodded and gave him a small smile. I opened my mouth to ask where the drinks we could have were, when the sound of Heather and her Pink Ladies, as I like to call them, (Grease reference lmao) filled my ears. Rodrick saw them over my shoulder, and turned his attention over to Heather without a second thought.

I frowned as Rodrick quickly hugged me and rushed over to greet Heather. I scratched the back of my neck and stood there awkwardly as she waved at me and started talking to Rodrick. Finally deciding that I wanted nothing more than for my best friend to be happy, I sucked it up and walked inside.

I walked into the living room and stood there, looking for a familiar face. Suddenly, something much shorter than me slammed into me. I made a small noise of surprise and looked down to see what it was.

Rowley.

I smiled a bit as I gently patted his head. "Hey dude! How's it going?" I asked.

He looked up at me with a grin. "Its-" he started, but was quickly cut off by Greg, who rushed in to make sure Rowley wasn't about to do anything embarrassing.

"Rowley! What are you doing?! She's our ENEMY!" he hissed.

I reached out and grabbed Greg by the shoulder, pulling him into the hug. "Hey hey, bro! I bought ya somethin'." I told Greg as I pulled a new video game he's been wanting for a week now out of my bag. He gave me a look of clear suspicion as I handed him the cased disc.

"What's the catch?" he asked me.

"You gotta let me play a game o' that. Heard it was really freakin' awesome, so I gotta try it out." I told him.

A grin slowly spread across Greg's face. "Alright. Maybe you aren't so bad after all."

"Sweet. Can we go try it out after I get a drink?" I asked.

Greg raised an eyebrow. "What about Rodrick? I thought you two were- like- inseparable!"

I shrug, looking away and shoving my hands in my pockets. "I don't care what he does right now." I said quietly.

"Really? Why-" Rowley started.

"How do we know this isn't a trap?" Greg cut him off.

"Gosh, how'd you figure it out so fast?" I said sarcastically, before going to the kitchen. The first thing I saw when I walked in was Rodrick and Heather talking and laughing their asses off. I stopped walking and frowned. I could feel tears coming to my eyes as I realized how close they were. I quickly tried to make a run for it before I was spotted, but one of Rodrick's buddies saw me and called out to me.

"Yo! Y/N!" he yelled. My eyes widened and I slowly turned around.

"Y-Yeah?..." I asked meekly. Rodrick and Heather were staring straight at me.

"Y/N? You good?" Rodrick asks me, seeing that I'm about to cry. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, pulling myself together.

"Yeah, why?" I open my eyes and force a smile as I respond. He shrugs and turns back to Heather. Heather stares at me a few seconds longer, her eyebrow raised, before facing Rodrick again. They go back to talking. I'm seemingly forgotten, so I turn to leave the room. I make it to the living room, when Rodrick's friend gently grabs my shoulder.

"Come with me." I hear him say. And with that, he leads me outside. He sits on the steps of the porch and pats the spot next to him. I hesitantly sit next to him.

"What- What's up?" I ask, curious.

He looks at me with an expression that says 'You Know Exactly What I'm Talking About'.

I sigh. "Alright, alright. It's just that- that- I really really like Rodrick, but it hurts when all I want is for him to be happy and he's all heart-eyes for my best friend, and I don't want him to be with her because I want him to be with me, and I feel like I'm not good enough-" I tell Rodrick's friend. He cuts me off as soon as he hears "Not good enough".

"No. Y/N, listen to me. Look at me." he demands. I look at him, tears (yet again) threatening to spill.

"You are perfect. You are more than enough. Rodrick never shuts the fuck up about you when it's just us guys. And you know what? He likes you. As more than a friend. He told me so. Just, ah, don't tell him I told you that." he says. I giggle slightly at the last bit and nod.

"Thanks, dude... You're fuckin' awesome." I tell Rodrick's friend as I lean in, hugging him and possibly crying into his shoulder. These tears were tears of joy, though.

I pull back when I hear the sound of the door swinging open (and almost hitting me in the head), revealing a confused Rodrick. "Y/N? What's going on?"

I look over at Rodrick's buddy, who simply nods at me and stands up, walking back inside.

Rodrick watches as his friend walks inside, closing the door behind him. When he looks back at me, I pat the empty spot next to me on the steps. "Sit." I tell him.

He slowly sits next to me. "Seriously, are you okay?" he asks me.

I look down at my hands. "I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm not okay." (I promise- ILYSM IF YOU GOT THAT REFERENCE)

"Well, why not?" he questions.

"I like you. I don't want to be your friend. I wanna be your girlfriend, but I also want you to be happy, and it seems like making you happy means getting you and Heather together, or at least just letting you two be together." I say. After a few seconds of silence, I look over to see that Rodrick is simply staring at me with wide eyes.

"Look- I-I'm sorry-" I start as I begin to stand up. Suddenly, my hand is grabbed and I'm pull back down.

"I like you too, as more than a friend. I just never caught onto your hints, apparently. I've been hiding my feelings for you by pretending to like Heather. It seemed easy, but believe me- if I had a dollar for every time I wanted to tell you how I felt, I'd be fuckin' rich." Rodrick tells me.

I smile and quickly lean in, grabbing the sides of Rodrick's face and smashing my lips against his.

"Woo! Go Y/N! I knew you could do it, girl!" I hear Heather call from an open window of the living room.

"YO! RODRICK! CONGRATS, MAN!" Rodrick's band buddies call from the same window.

I turn to Rodrick, and we both just smile.

#rodrick x reader #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #fluff #diary of a wimpy kid #fanfic

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chelseeebe · 1 year

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teenage dirtbag.

i couldn’t tell u when this is set, sometime in the 00’s i guess??? so modern!steve?? idk, there’s also bestfriend!eddie i love it <3 they’re in college bc i am too old to be writing high school characters all the time

also reader is like a skater? teenage dirtbag? dunno but she’s cool x steve is v bashful n shy i luv it

summary: your best friend’s roommate had never met anyone like you, he was captivated from the first time he laid eyes on you. but would his shyness mess everything up?

steve could smell the weed all the way down the hallway, he didn’t even need to open the door.

‘eddie i’ve told you not to smoke in-,’ he barrels into the room, interrupted at the sight of you sat cross legged on eddies bed, holding the spliff.

‘oh, hi y/n,’ he smiles meekly at you, dropping his backpack onto his bed.

‘sorry steve, it’s too cold to go outside,’ you smile back at him, passing the spliff back to eddie.

‘it’s okay.. you just aren’t supposed to smoke in here but it’s okay,’ he stumbles over his words, collapsing on his bed.

‘yeah, sorry bro,’ eddie smirks, leaning back against the wall.

‘i’m gonna go,’ you look at the imaginary watch on your wrist, ‘i am definitely already late,’ you get off the bed, slinging your bag over your shoulder and putting on your large headphones.

‘i’ll see you later?’ eddie says, nodding at you.

‘i’m all finished at six, just wait outside for me,’ you smile before leaving the room.

eddie looks over at steve, who has been completely enthralled in your movements the last few minutes.

‘dude, you are so obvious,’ eddie chuckles, putting the end of the joint in his makeshift ashtray.

‘wha- what? shut up,’ his cheeks are now red, suddenly interested in sorting out the books on his bedside table.

‘she won’t fuck you, bro, not really her type,’ eddie teases, smiling over at steve.

‘i don’t- you’re- ugh shut up, please,’ steve agonises, looking down at his lap.

eddie just laughs, collapsing into himself at his pathetic roommate.

thankfully eddie is waiting outside for you after class. the last time you’d told him to meet you after you’d finished, he took it upon himself to introduce himself to your entire class, as loud as possible, ending in an over performative bow.

unfortunately, you’d been best friends with the freak since elementary school, practically joined at the hip since he’d first walked into your second grade class.

you were both so similar, yet so different. he’d taken a liking to heavy metal and his fantasy games whereas you’d learned to skateboard and preferred pop-punk and bands. nevertheless, you were still thick as thieves, taking it in turns to be in charge of the music.

‘thank you for staying outside this time,’ you walk up to join him.

‘you’re so boring, they all loved it,’ he matches his pace to yours.

‘hmm, not sure about that.. what we doing tonight?’ you question.

‘well, that’s up to you darling, we could.. smoke orrr smoke?’

you nod, jutting out your bottom lip in contemplation, ‘okay, i’m liking the second option,’ you link your arm in his, leaning into his body, ‘just not in your room this time.’

‘stevie boy loves it, don’t worry,’ he clutches onto you, smirking as he leads the way back to your dorm.

‘nah, it’s not fair.. there’s that bonfire tonight? smoke up round the fire?’

‘sounds good to me,’ he nods, walking back arm in arm with you through the cold november air.

you’re sprawled out on his bed, legs over eddies, one of your cds blaring out of the player on his dresser. they were intended to be used for school work but eddie preferred to scribble his out on a scrap of paper on the way to class.

the pair of you had tried to go to the bonfire but quickly found that the attendees were not those typically interested in a smoke up, instead sipping on their warm cider and gushing about s’mores. so you ended up back in his dorm.

‘nah, i’m telling you now.. if aliens ever decided to come to this planet.. they would not wanna be friends with us,’ you state, giggling.

‘no, you’re wrong. you are so wrong, i’m definitely being friends with the aliens, are you kidding? they’d love me,’ he’s totally over confident in his statement, having given this situation much contemplation before.

the door opens and steve wobbles in, slightly intoxicated from the bonfire you’d both just attended.

steve hung around with his basketball team most of the time, desperately hoping to find an in with the frat boys that had joined basketball.

‘you good?’ you sit up slightly, watching him stumble around the room before collapsing on his bed.

‘i am.. great.. i love this song,’ he bangs his head to the guitar riff, brown hair flopping over his face.

you can’t stifle your laugh, your high not helping, ‘you know this song?’

‘no.. i just love it,’ he looks up at you, the smile disappearing from his face, ‘ohh shit, did i interrupt something?’ slightly taken aback at your bare legs tangled in with eddies.

‘no- god no, with him?’ you fake a gag, looking over at steve.

eddie slaps your calf, leaving a red mark where his hand had struck, ‘don’t be so fucking rude.. and for your information i would rather die than touch you,’ he jokes.

you open your mouth, feigning offence at his words.

‘well that’s slightly dramatic,’ you kick your leg at him, knocking the lit joint out of his hand. he curses under his breath, brushing the ash off of his bed.

steve is sat in awe at your dynamic, he’d never had a female friend like that, it was never strictly platonic with him.

‘you wanna smoke with us, stevie?’ you ask, raising your eyebrows at the boy sat opposite.

‘i don’t really- yeah, actually i will,’ he says, the low buzz from the alcohol only encouraging him.

you’re shocked, you’d taken him for such a square, the fact he was even tipsy was blowing your mind.

‘well, you better get rolling mr. munson.’

eddie’s in shock, his roommate barely even stayed awake past 10pm, let alone did narcotics.

but he obliges, rolling another joint and lighting it before offering it over to steve who takes the joint very awkwardly between his fingers.

you’re sat up on the bed now, watching him try to manoeuvre the spliff.

‘you have smoked before, haven’t you?’

‘yeah.. course,’ he’s struggling with the spliff as you go over to his bed, sitting next to him and taking it out of his hand.

‘look, like this,’ you hold it between your fingers, taking a drag and making a point to exaggerate how you inhale, blowing a cloud of smoke into his face.

‘right.. right, i have done it.. i just.. forgot,’ it’s unbeknownst to you, but he’s trying to impress you, not wanting to appear like such a loser. eddie definitely picks up on it, grinning at the demonstration.

steve copies you, coughing as the smoke hits his lungs.

‘there we go, now do it again and don’t cough,’ eddie snarks from the other bed. you shoot him a glare, honestly feeling bad for steve. he’d obviously lead a very clean-cut life and here you two were corrupting him.

he does it again, and again and again. you have to take the spliff out of his fingers before he does it anymore.

‘hey, hey.. might wanna slow down there big boy,’ you take the spliff back over to eddie, perching on the edge of his bed.

steve giggles at the nickname, leaning back and whacking his head against the wall.

you grimace as he clutches his head, still giggling at the nickname you’d given him.

‘ouch,’ he smiles, the multitude substances numbing his pain.

‘good god, you are a mess,’ eddie states, you lightly slap his leg in response, leaning back against his body.

steve jolts up, suddenly straight faced as he scrambles to get off the bed.

‘i’m just- i’ve gotta-,’ he gags, practically running out of the room.

‘oh fuck,’ your hand slaps over your mouth, attempting to hide your smile.

eddie just loses it, bursting out laughing as his roommate whiteys in the communal bathroom.

‘eddie.. it’s not..’ you snort, unable to control your laugh. it wasn’t really funny, it was just the fact he was so overconfident smoking it in the first place.

you spring up, ‘i’m gonna make sure he’s okay, don’t fucking laugh when he comes back.’

he can’t even respond, he’s laughing that hard.

you walk up to the shared bathroom, knocking lightly at the door, ‘steve? it’s me, you okay in there?’

the door swings open slowly, revealing steve hunched over the toilet gagging.

‘oh.. god,’ you enter, rubbing his back as he wretches over the bowl.

once he’s finished, he washes his mouth out with water, your hand still on his back.

‘i’m so sorry..’ you say quietly, rubbing a small circle with your thumb.

‘for what? that was great.. well before that,’ he smiles, still slightly intoxicated from the bonfire.

‘really?’

‘yeah,’ he nods, ‘you always look so cool.. smoking.. i wanted to try it,’ he towers over you in the small bathroom, the tips of his hair now damp as he’d splashed both you and his face with the cold water.

you smile up at him, ‘maybe we can smoke again some time, just take it easy.. and maybe don’t get drunk before,’ you laugh.

an unfamiliar feeling in your chest as his body is only inches from yours. only now just noticing how much his caramel eyes softened when looking at you.

there’s a moment of silence, you can feel his breath on your cheek as he gazes down at you, your eyes fall to his lips, before pulling them away.

‘you.. need to go to bed,’ you break the silence, moving away from him, opening the door to the bathroom.

‘uh.. yeah.. thank you for helping me out,’ he follows you back to his dorm.

‘no problem, hey.. if that asshole tries to say anything, i’ll punch him.. i’ve got plenty of stories about him getting too high.. plenty,’ you smile, walking back into his room.

eddie is lead back on the bed, still grinning at the situation, ‘christ, i thought you died or something, where were you?’

‘i was being a good friend, some of us are nice people, you know?’ you clamber onto eddies bed, laying back next to him.

steve smiles slightly at the name but it’s unseen as you’re too busy teasing eddie about the time he’d vomited everywhere at your prom.

you both ignore whatever the hell had happened in the bathroom. though, sleeping in their room tonight felt weird, the air heavy with tension between you and steve.

he wakes up at some point in the night to you two bickering, half-awake.

‘move you stupid slut, you’re hogging the blanket,’ eddie mumbles, tugging on the blanket.

‘i’m literally not,’ he finally pulls the blanket you’d collected from underneath you, ‘oh, sorry babes,’ you giggle as he curls up into the blanket.

you place your head on his chest, cuddling into his side as steve watches on. a twinge of jealousy in his chest watching eddie wrap his arm over you.

steve sighs unknowingly as eddie enters the room alone.

‘what’s wrong? expecting someone else?’ eddie smirks, dropping his bag onto the messy floor.

‘no.. just.. uhm,’ he can’t even find an excuse, he was expecting you to bundle in after eddie.

‘she’s in an exam, don’t worry she’ll be here straight after,’ he teases.

steve nods, another exasperated sigh falls from his mouth.

‘just get on with it, bro, i can’t deal with this moping and shit,’ eddie balances the joint between his lips, but then thinks better of it, deciding to wait for your arrival.

‘how.. what do i say? she’s not like other girls i’ve asked out.. it’s different,’ steve looks up at eddie. you were best friends, he had to know what would make you agree to go out with him.

‘hmm, well honestly i’d say offer to smoke with her but since you can’t do that.. i dunno, take her to a gig or something, there’s a bunch of her cds over there,’ he motions to his desk.

steve stands and starts flicking through the pile of cds, not a clue who any of the names were.

‘i don’t know any of these people..’ he sighs, falling back onto his bed, completely stuck on what to do.

‘oh my god,’ eddie rolls his eyes, steve had been sulking since your encounter in the bathroom, too scared to bite the bullet and ask you out. knowing you most definitely were not going to be impressed with a nice dinner and a makeout session in the backseat of his car.

‘just do something you think she’d enjoy because jesus h christ i am tired of hearing about it,’ eddie states, deciding to disregard waiting for you and lighting the spliff.

‘okay okay,’ he nods, standing from his bed, suddenly confident in his mission.

you practically storm through the door as steve barrels past you, mumbling a short ‘hi’ as he walks down the corridor. you spin around to watch him leave, furrowing your brows at eddie.

‘what the hell is wrong with him?’

he sighs, ‘you. you are what’s wrong with him, and i am so fucking tired of hearing about it.’

‘me? what the fuck have i done?’ you’d actually told eddie about the bathroom incident, but had strictly told him not to mention anything to steve, which he clearly had.

‘i don’t know, but you’ve made him crazy and it’s driving me fucking crazy,’ he offers the spliff out to you.

you take it, sitting on his feet as you take a drag.

‘i swear to god, if you’ve told him anything i said to you, i will stab you in your sleep,’ you glare at him.

‘i didn’t!’ he holds his hands up, ‘he wants to fuck, but he’s a good boy and has no idea how to ask.’

‘oh.. he just wants to fuck?’ you try not to let the disappointment show in your voice but it’s apparent and eddie is sure to notice.

‘no.. don’t fucking tell me you’re in love with him too,’ he bangs his head against the wall, groaning.

‘no! oh my god, just shut up about it,’ you pass the joint back to him, sitting back against the wall, attempting to hide your smile at his choice of words.

you’re searching for eddie’s familiar hair as you leave your class, getting frustrated as you’d explicitly told him to be there.

‘y/n!’ you hear a voice call out, eyes now scanning the crowd for whoever had called out.

that’s when steve bounds up to you, grinning as you’ve finally spotted him.

‘hello? where’s eddie?’ you question, confused at how he’d even know where to find you.

‘he was.. he told me to meet you, he had something..’ he mutters, now walking next to you.

‘oh? okay.. well hi,’ you smile slightly at him, clutching onto your large headphones.

‘hi..’ he breathes, fingers fumbling with his jacket.

it was the first time you two were properly speaking since eddie had not-so-accidentally admitted steve was aching to take you on a date.

‘are you okay?’ you ask. it was quite obvious that you made him even more timid than he normally was, his hands practically shaking as he racks up the nerve to finally ask you out.

‘yeah.. i- uh.. i lied, i told eddie i’d come to meet you.. i wanted to ask you something..’ he trails off, look over at you.

‘right.. and what was that?’ you stare straight ahead, trying to stifle your smile.

‘well.. would you- you don’t have to say yes at all.. do you wanna like.. go out sometime?’ he finally spits it out, fingers still playing with the buttons on his jacket.

you look over to him, ‘okay.. when?’

‘uhh.. friday?’ he shrugs, you can see the smile creep up onto his face, he’d honestly prepared for a hard no.

‘sure, it’s a date,’ you flash him a smile, only making him crumble further as he clings onto the straps of his bag.

‘o-okay, i’ll pick you up at eight.. and we’ll go.. out,’ he holds the door to his building open for you, your shoulder brushing against his chest which makes him shiver.

‘where are we going?’ you begin to walk up the stairs as he follows closely behind, still stuck on the extremely brief contact you’d just shared.

‘you’ll see..’ he speeds up to open the door to his room for you, smiling down at you.

he flashes eddie a thumbs up behind your back, sitting back on his bed as you join eddie on his. it had become a daily routine at this point, you were hardly ever in your own room.

‘he insisted he went to meet you, sorry darling,’ eddie says, shuffling to make room for you.

‘that’s okay, we had a great conversation, didn’t we?’ you look over at steve, who was already gazing over at you.

‘huh? oh, yeah.. definitely,’ he nods, looking at the clock on the wall and springing into action, ‘shit, i’m late.. i’ll see ya later,’ sprinting out of the room.

‘i’m going on a date,’ you smile over at eddie.

‘oh thank god, he might stop being such a whiny fucking baby,’ he responds, holding his hands up in a mock prayer.

you playfully punch him on the leg, laughing at his actions, ‘he’s sweet, leave him alone.’

‘hey man, as long as you’re happy i could not care less,’ he puts his leg over yours, leaning back against the wall.

you grin to yourself, imagining what steve could possibly have in store for friday.

you’re rushing around, trying to find your other shoe when there’s a short knock on the door.

‘shit,’ you whisper, hopping over to the door and swinging it open, revealing steve stood with a bunch of flowers.

‘hello.. give me five minutes, i can’t find my shoe..’ you widen the door to invite him in, before walking back into your room searching for your show.

he places the flowers on your dresser, watching you stumble around the room.

‘it’s here..’ he bends over, holding your shoe out to you.

‘oh my god, thank you,’ you grab the shoe, slipping it on. now finally looking at his outfit and how much effort he’d put into looking good for you, looking down at your own outfit which consisted of your usual jeans and a nicer top than normal.

‘ready?’ he smiles, offering his hand out for you. there was a new air of confidence to him, he wasn’t so bashful.

you take it as he leads you out of the room, ‘thank you, for the flowers.. i don’t think anyone’s ever bought me flowers before,’ you beam at him, slamming the door to your room.

‘really? never?’

‘never ever,’ you shake your head, following him out of the building.

‘wow, well.. i asked eddie what flowers you liked but he was.. unhelpful so i just guessed..’

you chuckle, ‘he’s useless.. but i love them, thank you.’

he smiles in response, opening the door to his bmw for you, sliding into the seat and admiring the interior. a welcome change to eddie’s dingy van.

he pulls off, ignoring all of your questions about where he was taking you, laughing at your garish guesses.

surprisingly, he’d decided to get tickets to a small punk band playing at one of the local bars.

there was only a slight issue when he got to the door and was subsequently id’d. he didn’t actually have a fake. unlike you (and eddie) who had had yours for years now.

this is steve that we’re talking about, the boy that has a bedtime of 11pm on the weekends and made sure the collars on his polo shirts were ironed.

‘i am so sorry, i didn’t even think.. i’m so stupid,’ he puts his head in his hands, now away from the queue to the bar.

in all honesty, the situation was hilarious and you couldn’t even attempt to hold in your laugh as steve looks over, genuinely almost crying.

‘it’s okay.. we can do something else, i just.. i can’t believe you don’t have a fake..’ you giggle, walking back over to him.

‘i’ve never needed one.. oh my god, it’s not funny,’ he pouts at you.

you take a deep breath out, trying to stop another laugh from coming out, ‘it’s pretty funny.. let’s go get something to eat.. it’s not the end of the world,’ you shrug, linking your arm through his.

‘are you sure? you can still go if you want.. i’ll just wait outside..’

‘well that wouldn’t be a good date, would it?’

he runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, ‘no.. i’m just so stupid-,’

you cut him off, ‘steve, it doesn’t matter.. honestly if you keep talking about it, i’m never gonna stop laughing,’ you tug him down the sidewalk, trying to find somewhere to eat.

it’s only when you get back to campus, sat in his car after the whole fiasco, he starts to see the humour in the situation.

‘okay.. it’s kinda funny..’ he admits, leaning his head back against the head rest.

‘it’s so funny, and i’ve had a great time anyway,’ you smile over at him. he turns his head to look back at you, the corner of his mouth upturned in the slightest smile.

that funny feeling from the bathroom fizzles inside your stomach once again, you hoped he couldn’t see your heart pounding against your chest.

‘thank you.. steve,’ the sound of his name coming from your lips honestly could’ve made his knees buckle.

he inhales as his eyes lock onto your lips, daring himself to just move closer and do it.

before he can, you lean across the centre console, pausing just millimetres from his lips before pressing your lips onto his, placing your hand on his stubbly cheek.

his arm snakes around your waist, slightly unsure of himself on whether to pull you closer as your tongue runs along his bottom lip.

‘i’ve never.. been with an emo chick before..’ he breathes into the kiss.

you pull away, hands still on his cheeks as you stare at him, ‘..huh?’

‘oh.. no it’s great.. like the best.. i didn’t mean it in a bad way,’ he shuffles in his seat, leaning closer.

‘steve.. no, i’m not..’ you’re unable to even finish your sentence, bursting into laughter as clings onto you.

‘no.. i just thought like.. the music you like.. and you’re eyeliner.. is that not..? ah fuck,’ he closes his eyes, once again embarrassing himself in front of you.

‘no,’ you giggle, ‘i’m sorry to disappoint you,’ you sit back in your chair, still laughing at him.

‘i’ve ruined it, haven’t i? i’m useless,’ he breathes, now stone faced after he had just messed up the one thing he’d been longing for since eddie had moved in.

‘no, stop apologising all the time.. it’s funny! it’s okay to laugh at yourself sometimes,’ you assure him.

the date hadn’t really gone to plan, but who cares? the thought that he had put into the date alone was sweet enough.

he nods, ‘i know.. i spent so long trying to figure out where to take you.. like so long.. but it’s okay..’ he reassures himself, ‘maybe next time it won’t be such a disaster.’

‘next time?’ you tease, raising your eyebrows.

‘well.. if you wanted to.. go out again..’

‘i would love to,’ you place a hand on his knee, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. he didn’t know why he found you so intimidating, you were just worlds apart and he couldn’t believe you’d actually agreed to go out with him.

‘good, it’ll be better next time, that’s a promise,’ he grins sheepishly at you, ‘are you.. staying with us tonight?’

‘nah.. eddie had a show.. i doubt his bed is free tonight,’ you shrug.

you loved going along to his shows, granted the music wasn’t exactly to your taste, but nevertheless, you adored watching him play. though, it always meant you’d be going home alone because, believe it or not, women still loved a long haired rockstar.

‘you don’t have to stay in his bed..’ steve suggests, not wanting to outright offer up his.

‘and have to listen to that? i’m good,’ you giggle, a flash of disappointment hits his face.

‘you could always stay with me? saves you from being traumatised too,’ you offer, watching as the look on his transforms into a smile.

‘okay..’ he nods, failing miserably to conceal his grin.

you step out of the car, ‘my roommate is a bit of a weirdo, but then so is yours,’ joking as he follows you out of the car and toward the building.

‘i don’t have like.. pyjamas or anything,’ he worries.

‘do you usually wear pyjamas?’ you question, looking back at him, puzzled.

‘sometimes.. yeah,’ he looks bashful.

‘well, you don’t need pyjamas.. i might have a pair of eddie’s joggers if you want? or just sleep in your boxers?’

‘oh.. yeah, i didn’t think..’ he follows you into your room. your roommate looks up from her books, a frown on her face at the sight of steve. he flashes her a small, half-hearted wave, honestly pretty intimidated by her glare.

‘it’s one night, you’ll live,’ you return the stare, motioning to your bed. steve follows, sitting down on your unmade bed.

he eventually gets comfortable enough to speak, still on edge over her past looks.

you spend the whole night explaining the ludicrous stories behind your tattoos, after he points to the leaf-like scribble on your arm asking what it even was.

when he turned sixteen, eddie had a sudden realisation that his calling in life was to be a tattoo artist, so he made his own makeshift tattoo gun with pen ink and a needle he found in your moms kitchen drawer and decided to practice on you.

‘well, it was supposed to be like a weed leaf, but eddie is terrible at drawing.. so now it’s like..’ you hold your arm out, looking at it, ‘i don’t even know.’

he just laughs, in awe at how carefree you were. his mom would’ve probably disowned him if he’d turned up with any tattoos, let alone one given to him with a chewed up bic.

‘and that one?’ he points to the scruffy em on your wrist.

‘again, it’s supposed to be eddie’s initials.. he has mine on his wrist, much better than this one.. because i did it obviously,’ you smirk, ‘do you have any?’

‘no,’ he shakes his head.

‘well, we can get one.. a proper one,’ you reassure.

‘my mom would kill me..’

‘you’re nearly twenty years old, steve.. i think she’ll be okay,’ you smile up at him.

‘yeah.. okay, we’ll get one,’ he returns to smile, daring to wrap his arm around your back. in turn you place your head on his chest and much to your roommates approval, you both finally fall asleep in that exact position.

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