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merrybloomwrites · 5 months

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I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 1)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: Y/N attends her first Harry Styles concert and catches the unwanted attention of a knothead alpha. Luckily Harry and his team are able get to you in time, leading to some confusing thoughts about the popstar.

Previous Chapters: Prologue

CW: Attempted assault (nothing too graphic but it is there)

Word Count: 4.7k

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“What do you mean you can’t go?” You ask incredulously. Going to the concert wasn’t even your idea. It was your friend Rachel’s and now she’s ditching you.

There’s a pause on the other end of the call before Rachel says, “It’s my dog. Well, my family dog that we’ve had since I was in middle school. She’s not doing well, and they think she only has a couple days left so now I have to drive back to Delaware to see her and say goodbye.”

“Oh my god, Rach, I’m so sorry!” And now you feel like a jerk for being mad at her canceling.

“Thanks. We knew it was coming but I hoped we had a few more weeks. Uhm, anyway, I need to finish packing and get on the road.”

“Of course, yea, safe trip home,” you quickly reply.

“You better take some videos of the concert and send them to me. Especially if he does something different for night one at MSG!”

“Rachel, I’m not gonna have any idea if he’s doing stuff different from his last shows, as I have no idea what his shows are like. But I promise to send you a couple videos, okay?”

“Still can’t believe you haven’t watched any videos from tour. What rock do you live under again?” You laugh at her teasing, mostly cause it’s true. The fact that you’ve made it this far without knowing much about Harry Styles surprises even you. “Have fun for both of us tonight,” Rachel says.

“I will, give your dog a belly rub from me. Love you!”

“Love you too, bye!”

The call ends and you sit for a moment. You don’t really want to go to a concert alone, but that’s what your night now has in store. Rachel had tried calling some other people in your friend group, but they were all busy. You’d also texted your two best friends, Amelia and Violet, but it was too last minute for them to change plans and go with you.

So, alone it is.

You look at the outfit you had planned but decide against it. The leather pants and crop top ensemble isn’t exactly in your comfort zone, but Rachel chose it and wanted the two of you to match. Now that you’re on your own you switch to a pair of jean shorts with tights underneath and a flowy top, something you’re much more comfortable with. Harry’s music plays in the background while you get ready. You’d been studying the setlist to make sure you would know at least some of the songs he’ll perform. You’re happy when you find yourself singing along, showing that listening on repeat had worked.

After getting dressed you do your hair and makeup, then drive to your local train station. Living in north Jersey has its perks, and the quick train ride directly to Madison Square Garden might just be the biggest.

You get off the train and follow the trail of feathers from the boas which leads you directly to the venue. You show your ticket and are led to the entrance for the pit.

Being in the pit had also been Rachel’s idea. You’d never done that before, and you would have preferred somewhere with a seat, and honestly a better view from a higher vantage point. But you’d agreed to pit and in the weeks leading to the show you’d actually become excited to experience something new.

But now that you’re alone, you’re a bit overwhelmed. You’re one of the last people to arrive, since it’s only half an hour before the opener is set to start, so you end up hanging in the back. But even then, the large amount of people around you has you on edge.

Being a single female is hard. Guys are always hitting on women, feeling entitled to your company, not taking no for an answer. But being a single female omega is even harder. The way you see it betas have it easy, especially since they’re the majority. And alphas? Well, what do they have to worry about? They’re bigger, they’re stronger, they have their alpha voices that can command you and take away your free will if they want. Plus, they have an unmatched sense of superiority, thinking they’re so special just because of their secondary gender.

But you’re an omega. Often considered to be the weakest gender. Which is stupid. You’re the gender that gives birth, which takes way more strength than alphas could ever possess. And yet you’re still looked down upon by plenty of people in society.

So, you choose to hide your secondary gender. Only your family members plus Ameila and Violet know the truth. You don’t need anyone judging you based on one little trait.

Going out in public, especially at places as crowded as MSG always gives you anxiety. You never know if a knothead alpha is going to be there and literally sniff you out as an omega. But you trust your suppressants and soothers and, most importantly, your scent blockers, to do their jobs and hide your omega status from the strangers around you.

The pills have never failed in you in the eight years since you started taking them. You have no reason to doubt them now.

And yet, you can’t help but feel uneasy about the attention a certain man in the crowd is giving you. He is undoubtedly an alpha, one that for sure does not use scent blockers. In fact, you’re almost convinced he’s doing something to broadcast his scent, somehow make it even stronger. It’s an unpleasant odor, one that practically burns your nose, but you pretend you can’t smell it. Afterall, a beta wouldn’t be able to notice the scent.

But as much as you try to ignore the scent, going so far as to move to the entire other side of the pit, it still lingers. Because you are most definitely being followed. Seemingly casual glances at the crowd around you shows that the man has moved with you.

Going closer to the stage is the last thing you want to do, but getting deeper in the crowd might be what you need to shake off the man. The girls around you gladly welcome you and make space for you to join. A moment later the opening act starts to play, and you no longer smell the alpha. You’re relieved and get into the music for a few minutes.

Then the girls around you start to move, and you hear them say something about the bathroom. You decide to go with them since you could use a bathroom break and there will be safety in numbers. You keep your head down and casually follow, in hopes that the man won’t see you leaving the crowd.

Only once in the bathroom do you lift your head up. There’s a small line since most people are out listening to the first band. A moment later it’s your turn and you enter the stall. After using the restroom, you notice a large rip in your tights. You look at them, hoping they can be considered fashionably torn, but then you see another hole and decide to give up on them altogether.

It takes you a couple minutes to get rid of them, needing basically to fully undress from the waist down to get them off. Finally, you’re put together again, and you exit the stall, throw out the destroyed tights, and wash your hands. You notice that the group you came with is gone. In fact, the entire bathroom is now empty.

You sigh, disappointed that you’re on your own again, but you suck it up and start making your way back to the pit.

The second you walk out the bathroom door you smell it. Him. That acrid, somehow fishy, definitely revolting scent that alerts you that the alpha is nearby.

Before you even see him you hear him say, “Be quiet, and follow me.”

Shit. That’s an alpha command. You’re aware of that fact, but unable to fight it. You want to run, go back to the crowd, but you have no choice but to follow this man deeper into the back hallways. You want to scream, but every time you open your mouth, no sound comes out.

He leads you to a deserted corner, pushing you so your back is against a wall, and says, “Now stay quiet, and don’t move.”

Again, you do as he says, not only because of the command that you have to follow, but also due to the fear paralyzing you to the spot and rendering you silent.

“What a good little omega,” he says as he walks closer. He leans towards your neck, breath ghosting over your mating spot, and a loud whimper escapes you.

Realizing that you don’t need words to call for help, you begin to let out whines and whimpers as well as release distressed pheromones. Sure, you have scent blockers, but they’re not perfect and fear this strong will surely overpower them. You hope it’s enough to alert any other alphas nearby that there is an omega in danger.

You see the anger cross the man’s face, note the furious pheromones he’s releasing, but before he even reacts, your world goes dark.

***

Harry’s stylist is putting the finishing touches on his hair when there’s a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Harry says.

The door opens and he sees his band standing just outside the room.

“Blood Orange is about to start,” his drummer, Sarah, says. “You coming to watch with us?”

“Yea, of course. I’ll join you in a minute.”

As soon as he’s left alone, Harry takes some calming breaths. Night one of fifteen consecutive sold out shows at Madison Square Garden. He can’t believe how far he’s come in his career. He takes another deep breath, reminding himself that he’s worked hard for this, that he’s completely ready.

After spraying one more dose of scent blockers, he walks out of his room and goes through the hallways to find his band. They’re at the end of one hall, standing at the opening they’ll use later to walk to the stage. Harry joins them, making sure they’re all back far enough that they are still hidden from the fans.

Harry mingles with his band while they wait for the opener to start their set. But after a minute, Harry starts to get an uneasy feeling. He himself isn’t nervous or scared, so he really doesn’t understand where this sudden anxiety is coming from.

Harry looks around and sees a worried look on Sarah’s face. Aside from Harry himself, Sarah is the only other Alpha in the band. So the fact that they both have a sudden bad feeling while the betas around them seem unbothered has Harry on edge.

He begins to look for any type of potential threat. Right away he notices that the two Alpha security guards are scanning the area as well, hinting that they’ve picked up on the same thing. One of them walks away to start looking for anything that could be going wrong.

Blood Orange takes the stage, and that anxious feeling seems to go away. Harry checks with Sarah and she’s feeling better too, so they assume whatever was wrong has been taken care of.

Everyone enjoys the first few songs, and suddenly, the feeling comes back, way stronger than before. Harry’s alpha is immediately alert. He starts moving before he even realizes what he’s doing. He hears footsteps and sees Sarah and a security guard following close behind.

None of them know exactly where the trouble is, they just follow their instincts through the backstage hallways. Suddenly, the feeling of overwhelming terror hits them, and they can faintly hear whimpers coming from a distressed omega.

They start to run in the direction the sounds are coming from. Rounding a corner, they come across a scene that has their blood boiling.

There’s a female omega, seemingly unconscious, being physically held up against a wall by a male alpha.

“Let her go,” Harry growls out using his alpha voice. It’s less effective on the man than it would be on an omega, but his grip on the girl involuntarily loosens. Harry and the security guard move in to pull the alpha off, and Sarah runs forward to catch the girl.

More security guards move in and drag the alpha away to be questioned.

Harry’s focus shifts to the omega now being held in Sarah’s lap on the floor. Adrenaline is still coursing through Harry’s body, but he feels himself relaxing faster than he thought possible. That’s when he realizes Sarah is releasing calming pheromones. He immediately works to do the same, rather than continue to broadcast the anger he’s feeling.

He knows his emotions can affect the vulnerable omega, and the last thing he wants to do is cause her most stress.

His most pressing worry is that she’s dropped. It wouldn’t be all that surprising. Omegas tend to drop during stressful situations. This can be dangerous for a number of reasons, especially if they don’t have a trusted alpha to keep them safe while they’re under.

Not only can they not protect their bodies, but a drop can also be a scary experience mentally. Omegas have described it as feeling untethered, like they’re stuck in darkness, unable to find a way out. There are good drops as well, ones you go into on purpose to give your mind rest. This is always done when there is an alpha there to hold and scent them and keep them safe and grounded throughout.

But if this is a drop, Harry knows it would be a bad one, and they’d need to gently bring her up immediately.

“Sarah?” Harry says to get the other alpha’s attention.

“Yes?” she replies, not taking her eyes off the girl.

“Do you think she’s dropped?”

“No. At least not fully. I can still catch a bit of her scent. If she went fully under it would have disappeared completely.”

There’s movement all around them, members of venue security and Harry’s team all coming and going to ensure everyone is safe. Music and loud cheers can be heard, meaning the opening act if still playing, that the show was not interrupted by what happened backstage.

Harry and Sarah are focused solely on the omega, until they hear a familiar male voice say, “There you guys are. Sarah, you scared the shit out of me running off like that.”

She looks up at her husband, Mitch, and smiles sheepishly before saying, “Sorry, I really didn’t think. We heard her distressed whines and just reacted.”

“Is she okay?” Mitch asks, crouching down to be level with the group on the floor.

“We think so,” Harry answers. “There was an alpha who had her cornered. Not sure what exactly he was planning but it was obviously nothing good. She was unconscious when we got to her. Just wish she’d wake up so we can check that she’s really unharmed.”

“Is she in a drop?” Mitch asks. Being a beta he’s not as knowledgeable about these things but he knows enough to be concerned about the girl.

“No, definitely not a full drop. But I’ve been flooding the area with calming pheromones and she’s still not waking up,” Sarah says worriedly.

“Maybe she just senses unknown alphas around her. Why don’t I try holding her and you guys move away a bit?” He senses how reluctant they are to move away from the omega, but eventually they listen to Mitch.

He settles on the ground and Sarah passes the omega to him before moving to give them space. After another minute the girl begins to stir, groggily at first before her eyes shoot open and she jumps up to move away from all the people around her. They watch cautiously, unsure what to do with the sudden change in the situation.

***

For awhile you’re stuck in the dark. This isn’t a drop, not really. You’ve only ever dropped twice but you can tell there’s a difference this time. You’re still aware of what’s going on around you, even if the details are fuzzy.

The alpha is gone. That you know for sure. The awful smell is gone, replaced by a much more pleasant one. It’s a mix of black tea and maybe the ocean? Whatever it is reminds you of early morning walks on the beach during family vacations. You relax more into this scent, and then notice that fresh laundry smell which always means someone is releasing calming pheromones.

You start to relax, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body. You can still sense multiple alphas, which keeps you a bit on edge. You try to open your eyes, but you’re still in a deep fog, probably due to the mix of intense emotions and the multiple alpha commands you’d been subjected to.

You don’t realize that someone is holding you until they shift and place you in another person’s arms. The alpha scent fades and you know the person now holding you is for sure a beta.

Finally, you manage to open your eyes. It takes a moment for you to get your bearings, but when you do, you’re overwhelmed, and honestly a bit embarrassed. Harry Styles, the Harry Styles, the world-famous popstar you’re here to see, is sitting across the hall from you, studying you closely. Next to him is a woman you recognize as his drummer.

After these discoveries, you fully realize your current position; that you’re being held in someone’s lap. One glance at the man shows it’s Harry’s guitarist. You’re no longer embarrassed. No, now you’re completely mortified. You quickly extract yourself from his hold and stand up, looking at the group, totally speechless.

They slowly stand as well, all looking at you. And not just them, but the other dozen or so people that are still in the hallway. There are so many eyes on you, watching you, and you just want to disappear.

Picking up on your unease, Harry says, “Why don’t we go somewhere less exposed, hm? You can hang in my dressing room and maybe have a medic look you over if that’s alright?”

Without thinking you begin to nod your head, just wanting to get somewhere quiet with less people. He reaches out as though to place his hand on your back and lead you but seems to think again and pulls his arm back. Instead, he walks ahead, and you follow, Mitch and Sarah coming as well.

You arrive at the room, groaning when you see more people waiting there. One’s the medic Harry mentioned, another is obviously a police officer, and the third is a man you don’t recognize.

“Harry, need to you choose your outfit and get dressed. We’ll take care of, uhm, sorry I didn’t catch your name,” says the man.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you say immediately, surprised at just how scratchy your voice comes out.

Sarah must pick up on it because she asks you, “Would you like a cup of tea love?”

You can’t help but smile and let out a laugh at that.

“What’s go funny?” she asks, smiling as well.

“It’s just, your scent, it definitely smells like tea. And the first thing you say to me is about tea. Sorry, I know it’s not polite to comment on someone else’s smell,” you finish, head lowering in a new wave of embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not offended,”

“Plus, you’re right,” Harry adds. “Swear I can’t make a cup of tea without thinking of her.”

“Aw, H, you think of me? How sweet,” she says with a joking tone.

“Real sweet,” Mitch says, then adds, “But stay away from my girl.”

You smile watching the easy interaction, happy to be distracted by their banter, sipping on the tea Sarah brings you.

That is until the man, whom you’ve learned is Harry’s manager, Jeff, reminds Harry that he’s supposed to be getting dressed, and the cop and medic walk over to you. There’s a table in one corner of the room and they lead you to it.

“Y/N, I’m Kate, I’m just going to get your vitals and check you over to make sure you’re okay, is that alright with you?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” you reply.

“And I’m Officer Michaels, is it okay if I ask you some questions about the incident tonight?"

“Of course.”

And so, as Kate does a quick exam you tell the whole story to the officer, starting with the uneasy feeling when you first noticed the man, all the way to him using his alpha voice to corner you in a back hallway.

Harry had reentered the room by this point, dressed in his show outfit and looking completely ready to get on stage. But he’s making no moves to leave the room, even though Jeff is reminding him the show is supposed to start in five minutes. Mitch and Sarah leave to finish getting ready themselves.

“Are we all set here?” You ask Kate and Officer Michaels.

“I have everything I need,” he replies. Kate adds, “Everything checks out just fine,” and they both exit the room as well.

This leaves you with just Harry and Jeff.

“Great, so I guess I should go back to the pit then?” You knew you were holding everything up and didn’t want to be more in the way than you already have been.

“Actually, Y/N, it would probably be best if you stay here for the show. Jeff, can you go grab Jada for me?”

The man nods, leaving you alone in the room with Harry. He motions to the couch, inviting you to sit and you do so. He sits on the coffee table facing you.

“I know you want to see the concert, and I know the man is gone, but I have to admit, my alpha is a bit on edge right now. To be completely honest, I don’t know if I could go out there and perform if you’re not completely safe. I would really like it if you stayed in this room and watched the concert on the TV over there. I promise to get you and your friends tickets to another show, alright?”

You’re taken aback by this, surprised by how much he seems to care about you, a random fan he’s never met before. And knowing that his alpha was triggered by what happened to the point where it’s still uneasy is a pretty big deal. That normally doesn’t happen with strangers. Sarah was no longer worried, and the alpha security guards were completely fine the second they caught the man.

So why was Harry’s alpha still calling the shots? It would make sense if you were partners, or at the very least, friends. Maybe Harry does truly care that deeply about all of his fans. That must be it. Because it certainly can’t be you in particular. There’s nothing special about you, other than being a damsel in distress and nearly derailing his show.

He must see the confusion on your face and continues, “Jada will be here in a moment, and she’ll hang out with you. Anything you need, just ask her. I won’t see you after the show, I leave right from the stage, but talk to Jada and Jeff and they’ll make sure you get home safely.”

“Okay, thank you so much for everything,” you reply.

“Of course. It’s the least I can do. Y/N, I am so very sorry something like this happened to you here. I always want this to be a fun, safe place for everyone.”

“It’s not your fault. Please, don’t feel bad. It is completely that knothead’s fault. You guys are the ones that saved me.”

He reaches forward and places his hand on top of yours, just for a second. Your hand tingles as he pulls away, like a bolt of electricity had just gone through it. You meet his eyes, and see he felt it too. You stare at each other, frozen for a moment, until there’s another knock at the door.

Harry stands quickly and introduces you to Jada as she joins you on the couch.

“Okay, I have to go before Jeff kills me. Y/N please give Jada your contact info so we can get those new tickets to you. Get some safe,” he says.

“Thank you, break a leg,” you reply and a second later he’s gone.

You talk to Jada throughout the start of the show, smiling as she lets you in on some behind the scenes info about the tour. After a few songs she asks if there’s anything she can get you.

“I actually have kind of a weird favor. I was supposed to come with a friend, but she couldn’t come at the last minute. I promised to send her videos and she’s going to be suspicious if I don’t have any. Would you be able to take a couple videos from the pit? I just don’t want to have to explain what happened. At least, not yet.”

“Of course, girl, I’ve got you. I’ll go get a couple of the next songs. Are you okay in here? There’s security outside the door so no one will be able to get in.”

“Yea, I’ll be fine,” you reply with a smile.

She walks out and you sink into the couch, grateful for a few minutes alone. Everyone has been so lovely, but it’s been a lot, and you need a minute just to breathe. You close your eyes, relaxing your body, and when you’re fully calm, you smell it.

There’s another alpha scent, but not one of a person nearby. No, it’s in the fabric of the couch. And the blanket next to you. And the shirt draped over the back of the couch.

It’s Harry’s scent. And it’s amazing. So clean, and fresh, with hints of chocolate, and the forest, and something sweet. Maybe roses, you think. Definitely a hint of floral. And once you catch the scent, it’s all you can think about, like it’s wrapped you in a warm hug. You feel better than you have in hours, the stress of the day fully washing away.

Even when Jada comes back, Harry’s smell is what you focus on the most. She notices you’re quieter than before and must assume you’re just tired from everything that has happened. She goes back out towards the end of the show to grab another video and you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side, right where the shirt is, and purposely take a deep breath. It’s almost overwhelming, your omega telling you to steal the shirt so you’ll always have the delicious scent with you.

That snaps you back to reality. You need to get your omega under control. You’re just like every other fan, thirsting for the amazing Harry Styles. Get a grip, you tell your omega. He’ll never be ours, don’t get attached.

Jada comes back, the show ends, and she leads you to a car that will bring you home. She asks for your car keys and ensures someone else will grab it from the station and drop it off at your place. She rides with you back to your home, along with a security guard.

You exchange numbers during the drive and breathe a sigh of relief when your apartment building comes into view. It’s been an exhausting day, and you can’t wait for a hot shower and your comfy bed.

You thank Jada for everything and notice them waiting for you to get safely inside before driving away.

You scorch your skin in the shower, put on your comfiest pajamas, and burrow under your covers.

You fall asleep that night not thinking of the horrible alpha, and the horrors of the day, but rather of green eyes, soft hands on yours, and the delicious scent that can only belong to Harry.

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seeingivy · 9 months

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Omg can u do a one shot where reader goes to the eras tour with Gojo??

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

satoru gojo x f!reader

an: this didn't mesh well as a one shot when I wrote it, so i hope this mix of blurbs and headcanons is ok <3 also, this is for a very specific audience, feel free to ignore on your dash!!!

satoru gojo, in his infinite knowledge and wisdom, is first exposed to the eras tour when you ask him to sign up for a presale code

“wait, so. you just want me to sign up for all the dates?” satoru asks, voice echoing through your phone speaker. “yes, make sure that you verify your ticketmaster account and everything now. and then when you do that, send me a picture so i can make sure you did it right.” you respond. “it’s not rocket science, babe. i’m sure i can figure out how to do it.” satoru grumbles, as you hear typing on the other end of the line. “just take the picture when you’re done.” “was this that important that you had to call me while I was at work?” “babe. this is taylor swift. of course it was.” “right.”

the fated day of buying tickets come and you and satoru are literally hiding from your bosses in the corner of your office - laptops pulled up and anxiously watching the queue

you're both nervously watching the numbers get smaller and smaller, nervous hands open on a twitter tab that's talking about people getting kicked out of the line, locked out, or being told that the tickets are already all gone

but by the grace of god, satoru's laptop goes through first and he manages to bag the two of you floor tickets and you're in

you climb into bed, pushing the hair off of satoru’s head to give him a kiss on the forehead, before you tuck yourself into the sheets and nestle into his arms. “sweetheart.” “hm?” “can i ask you a question? you don’t have to say yes.” he asks, voice all uncharacteristically shy. you prop yourself up on his bare chest, trying to discern the look on his face in the dark, as you nod. “can i go to the concert with you?” and when you see the little frowny face he has on, you can’t help but laugh at the entire ordeal, at the satoru gojo begging you to take him to a taylor swift concert. and when you start laughing, he starts grumbling, turning his surely pink face away from you. “shut up.” “oh my god, toru. you’re so cute, you know that?” “i’m glad my misery is adorable to you.” “I’d love if you would come to the concert with me. on one condition.” “what’s that?” “you have to learn all the lore and listen to the songs before we go. i’m not about to be that girl standing next to the guy who doesn’t know the surprise songs on the floor.” “okay. what’s a surprise song?” you press your fingers against his lips and place a kiss on his cheek. “all in good time.”

you make a game plan for satoru, color coded and planned out, for him to learn everything you want him to know

you break it down for him era by era, asking him to first listen to the album and send you his reviews - and then explaining important key details that he would need to know

and it evolves so fast, because he gets more and more excited as he goes on, texting you his thoughts at work

he just needs a reason to not do work, but he gets REALLY REALLY INTO IT

satoru: YOU’RE GAY. you: no? i don’t think so satoru: i’m singing picture to burn babe, be quiet satoru: if the way i loved you is country music, slap a flannel and a cowboy hat on me because i am FLOORED. ABSOLUTE BANGER. you: PLEASE ARE YOU LISTENING AT WORK??? satoru: mind your own business. satoru: also, who is mr. perfectly fine about? you: joe jonas. satoru: she dated joe jonas? you: no satoru, she dated barack obama. yes, she dated joe jonas. satoru: well now i hate him. he’s so rude. satoru: THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THATTTT NIGHT you: last night when you ate my leftovers? satoru: that wasn’t me you: sure. satoru: is dear john about john mayer? you: yes. we don’t like him. satoru: fuck yeah we don’t. SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN??? JOHN, JOHN WHEN I CATCH YOU satoru: babe if you ever break up with me ill go sleep on the highway you: ok?? I wasn’t planning on it satoru: do not EVER give me a reason to relate to last kiss i will actually do something dangerous you: why did shoko just send me a picture of you with your head down on your desk at work? satoru: babe please don’t talk to me rn. i just listened to all too well and i am inconsolable. you: wait till you watch the short film. satoru: PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JAKE GYLLENHAL ALEX THE LION FROM MADAGASCAR WHEN I GET YOU. you: ok satoru. pipe down. satoru: ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET you: i feel like im creating a monster. satoru: I WANT YOU FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER BROKE YOUR HEART ILL PUT IT BACK TOGETHER satoru: just finished reputation. many thoughts you: oh??? satoru: one. can we get frisky to dress? two. I am buying you a necklace with my initial on it. three. king of my heart is my favorite song so far. four. CAN WE GET FRISKY TO DRESS. five. kanye west, when I get you. you: satoru. you are at work. please focus. satoru: i know that’s a yes. satoru: just listened to lover. I am inconsolable and i love this white woman. DAYLIGHT??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. LOVER??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. PAPER RINGS??? ME AND YOU. you: do not take paper rings as an excuse to not buy me a real ring. I am expecting a nice six pronged gold band circular cut diamond. satoru: also can we get frisky to false god. you: satoru gojo. satoru: babe. urgent. 911. you: what. satoru: am i augustine or am i betty?? you: you’re inez. nosy gossiping ass bitch. satoru: EXCUSE ME. also invisible string is so us. joe alwyn, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. you: well. satoru: is she ok. like seriously, is taylor ok??? if she has happily been in a relationship for six years why did she write tolerate it? doesn’t she know my mental health is fragile? you: why tf are YOU crying about tolerate it? we’ve been in a stable relationship for four years satoru: i was imaging you being mean to me. it really hurt my feelings you: ok. satoru: long story short, the masterpiece that you are. JOE AND TAYLOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. satoru: what is their name combined you: toe. satoru: ok… satoru: MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT you: oh god. you’re at the end. let’s hear it. satoru: one. can we get frisky to maroon? two. you’re on your own kid changed my life. three. sweet nothing is us. four. can we get frisky to maroon. five. john mayer i will KILL YOU. six. also is like scooter braun a crack head or something like what is vigilante shit even about satoru: babe. satoru: no. satoru: YOU’RE LOSING ME???? JOE???? JOE ALWYN MY BROTHER JOE ALWYN???? NO. you: yes. satoru: Y/N. HE WON’T MARRY HER?????? IM GOING TO KILL HIM. THE GUY WHO LOVER IS ABOUT??? WHO MASTERMIND SWEET NOTHING INVISIBLE STRING IS ABOUT??? satoru: do not talk to me. I hate you. you: WHAT DID I DO

satoru gets more and more excited about the entire thing as it goes on, telling YOU that you need to start planning outfits and making bracelets like you weren't the one who got him into this

satoru cannot make friendship bracelets. but he likes watching you make them and asking you all the little things you like about the music

“ok. what do i make the next one?” “hm. did you do style yet?” “no.” you start collecting all the beads as satoru props his phone up against the table, to the live stream of the concert. every night, the two of you watch the surprise songs together and make a note of which ones you lose from your drafted list of picks - a mix of yours and satoru’s favorite songs that aren’t on the setlist. “open.” satoru holds the spoon of noodles right over your lips as you focus on finishing the bracelet, his eyes focused on the live stream. “satoru.” “hm?” “can i ask a weird question?” “sure.” “you seem like you’re like really into this. like actually.” “well, i am. this is serious - i cannot lose clean for a second time or i will break something.” “not that. I just mean, the entire thing. like the songs and the music and all that. you…are really into it.” “well, why wouldn’t i be? it’s something you like. and it clearly means a lot to you, so it does to me too.” you can feel your cheeks burning at how blunt he is about the entire thing, like it’s something so obvious, like him putting in all this effort to like something you do is a given. you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, which he smiles at before focusing back on the live stream. “BABE. NO.” “OH MY GOD." “ITS CLEAN.” “TORU HOW DID WE LOSE A SONG TWICE.”

satoru decides that the two of you are going to go as miss americana and the heartbreak prince - and watches you meticulously collect fabrics and threads to make the pink dress you had in mind

you made it a point to also sew on the little broken heart for satoru's light pink shirt and white slacks that he was going to wear to the concert and buy the two of you matching gold crowns to wear together

“something is missing from my outfit, y/n.” you frown, looking over at him as he fixes the little gold crown you got him on his white hair. “what are you talking about? you look fine.” satoru digs through your makeup box, rummaging around till he pulls out a tube of your red lipstick. “you want to wear it, toru?” “what? no. you put it on and then plant a bunch of kisses on my cheeks. so it leaves a mark.” “oh?” “IT’LL LOOK BETTER THAT WAY. I SAW SOMEONE ON TIK TOK DO IT.” you roll your eyes as you lean forward in the mirror, blotting the buttery product on your lips and ignoring the devilish smile that satoru’s giving you in the mirror. and then you turn around and cup his face in your hands, making it a point to pepper long kisses on his cheeks and the side of his neck, making sure the full mark of your lips is left on his skin. and when you’re done, he turns in the mirror and gives you a satisfied smile. “perfect.” “you’re so lame, satoru. if you wanted me to kiss you, you should have just asked.” “can i have a kiss?” “no.” he leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, it being his turn to smother you in kisses, eliciting a laugh from you when his breath tickles your neck. “shut up.”

type of mf to take BILLIONS OF PICTURES of you outside the concert and even more with you, until you both get ones you like

also, totally wears a stack of friendship bracelets that you made together, but only trades with other boyfriends and dads in solidarity

man stands for the entire concert with you, except during the man. because he knows his place.

you start SOBBING during lover and he's there just smiling at how SILLY you are and wiping your little tears away. you both sway to the song together and scream the bridge together.

he takes a picture of you doing the fearless heart with taylor in the back. bc duh.

speaking of, this dude is NOT recording taylor AT ALL he is recording you and taking pictures of you and it's literally the most wholesome thing ever

like you're just so excited and jumpy that he thinks its cute and he wants to document it

but then he's so inconsolable during tis the damn season and tolerate it that he's SCREAMING THE LYRICS with the passion of ten suns (he is an evermore stan, fight with the wall)

takes a video of you singing during enchanted (which he later makes his lockscreen)

fighting for his life during all too well. like everyone else.

your surprise songs are dear john and daylight - which you're both screaming together on the floor.

satoru is giving YOU the side eye when you scream DATE ME TAYLOR during vigilante shit chair moment.

mister man is blushing when you point at him when taylor sings karma is my boyfriend

carries you out of the concert bc he knows your feet are killing you.

and feeds you after. bc duh. post concert munchies at a fast food drive thru.

an, again: tee hee this was so silly but so fun to think about. and for a very niche audience AHAHHAHA. also it feels weird to use my taglist when this is for a VERY specific audience so I will ignore.

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yourmomxx · 7 months

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➵ pogue on pogue macking - madelyn cline x fem!singer!reader | social media au (1)

a/n: I’ve always wanted to do a social media au and honestly this was so fun to make! also, please know that all those pictures are from pinterest and because of that, in no way a measure on the reader’s looks!! I always try to make my works as inclusive as possible for everyone so even more people can enjoy them <3

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yourinstagram thank you so much charleston, for being an amazing crowd and providing me with one of the most fun nights on this tour! love you all so much, hope to see you again soon🧡

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emilyshortcake no because you don’t understand, I wanted to go there so badly but I found out too late and all tickets were already sold😭please be back

↳ reidsgirlfriend @/emilyshortcake I literally sat outside the stadium the entire night because you could hear the concert all the way out there💀

itsbrutalouthere mother mothering

oliviarodrigo 🔥🔥

ynnn please come to italy!!

tunafish got the opportunity to see this live and I will never be the same person again

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madelyncline did a bit of a photodump there🤭

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jessiejay how can someone look so good in a casual photo dump?

ynisbabe excuse me?? is that @/yourinstagram that I see?

↳ emilyshortcake no because I thought that too omg

lisawithz them cheekbones DAMN girl

dreamworksworkofdreams A Y/N CONCERT IS THIS REAL I AM FREAKING OUT

madisonbaileybabe 😍❤️

lechair mads is a fellow yn-fan oh my god😍😍

urfellowsapphic slide 3 is literally only another reason to love her

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yourinstagram I am sooo proud to announce that my second album, “daughter of revenge” is now out on all music streaming platforms! As some of you might know, I went through some rough patches in my childhood and adolescence, but I managed to overcome them all and now I am standing here, and I made it, and this is exactly what this album is all about! thank you so much for all your support, because without you, none of this would have ever been possible!

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therealobama I JUST LISTENED TO IT AND I AM ASCENDING OH MY GOD

ynisbabe the declaration of independence < this

emilyshortcake ihumuyd chain⤵️

↳ hannahliv I HOPE YOU NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN

↳ janagp I HOPE YOU’LL BE YOURSELF AND LOSE YOUR FRIENDS

↳ bella_ltn I HOPE THEY CALL YOU OUT FOR SHIT YOU SAID

↳ jjmay I HOPE YOU’RE MISERABLE UNTIL YOU’RE DEAD

suesilvesterforpresident BABE WAKE UP NEW Y/N Y/L/N ALBUM JUST DROPPED

sabrinacarpenter so proud of you hon, keep up the good work!

↳ yourusername @/sabrinacarpenter my twin😩🙏

pussinboots no because the chorus of dying on the inside literally had me dying on the inside

↳ suesilvesterforpresident “Beauty is a knife I’ve been holding by the blade, swallowing my pride so i won’t eat anything” - like no, I don’t need my heart anyway, thanks for asking❤️‍🩹

↳ dwbabe FR

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celebritynews singer-songwriter y/n y/l/n and actress Madelyn Cline spotted hanging out together, as they leave a coffee shop in our favorite city, new orleans

Follow for more updates❤️

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emiliakm any originals fans here?

↳ lassyinatessi @/emiliakn always🙋‍♀️

howdoyouspellpink y/n and mads? literally my two worlds colliding omg

turtleneck they look like gossip besties I love it

toadondaroad they’re honestly both so hot of course they’re hanging out

melani.31 oh to get coffee with them😩🙏

ikissedagirl no because that’s literally right around the corner from my apartment?

↳ andilikedit @/ikissedagirl please tell me if you see them, I will cry

madelyncline

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madelyncline my two moods when with whiskey

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hannah._. omg mads😭

madisonbaileybabe so proud of you babe!!

yourusername I just watched glass onion and i cannot stop thinking about it, @/madelyncline any idea why that is?

↳ madelyncline @/yourusername wouldn’t have anything to do with a girl named after a delicious alcohol now, would it?

↳ addyourusername excuse me???

↳ leafme what. is. going. on??

↳ yourusername @/madelyncline can argue about calling whiskey delicious - the alcohol, that is😉

↳ carolinacreek MA’AM

semmily ARIANA (y/n) WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

madelynclinebabe literally the prettiest girl

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#social media au #madelyn cline imagine #madelyn cline x reader #female reader #madelyn cline #wlw post #yourmomxx #twitter au #instagram au #madelyn cline x fem!reader #singer!reader #sarah cameron #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks x reader #outer banks #whiskey #glass onion #knives out

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s0meb0dy3lse · 9 months

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Welcome Home

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Requested by @beaniebabylover (I hope you like it ♥)

DISCLAIMER: none! Just fluff 🌸. Enjoy!

I looked at my phone for the hundredth time in the last hour. Tossing it back down by my side on the couch, I sigh and start watching the show again. However, I can't seem to focus. I had sent a good morning message to Noah first thing this morning like I always do when they are away on tour. They have been on tour for a month now and should be done in the next couple days. Usually, Noah messages me back right away, but today he didn't. He hasn't messaged me at all. I know they are probably busy getting ready for the next concert, but it doesn't help ease my brain. It's been a while since I've seen Noah face to face and I really miss him. I miss waking up next to him, watching our favorite shows together, and his kisses.

I decide I need to take my mind off of it for a little bit and start to clean the house. Turning music on to play through the speakers, I get off the couch and head to start the first chore. After a little bit, I had the laundry started, the bedroom tidied up, and the bathrooms clean. As I head to start in the kitchen, I look at my phone again. Still no messages. It's six in the afternoon, why hasn't he messaged me yet? Setting my phone down, I start cleaning the kitchen. My favorite song comes on and I turn up the music. I start dancing and singing along as I clean the counter. Getting lost in the song, I barely hear someone behind me say, “I should have come home sooner had I known I was going to get a show.”

Startled, I shriek as I turn around, holding the rag I was cleaning with in the air, ready to attack whoever broke into my house. When I look at the culprit, I see Noah standing against the door frame with his arms crossed and holding back a laugh. Noah then spits out between giggles, “Do you really think that rag is going to do much to save you?”

Without hesitation, I drop the rag and run towards him screaming, “Noah!”

Noah grabs me as I leap into his arms, holding him close to me, not wanting to let go. I hear him chuckle and say, “Hi baby.”

I bring my face to his and start kissing him, melting into his touch. God, how I missed him. The shock wears off and I pull away. I hit his shoulder lightly as I scold him. “What are you doing here? I thought you guys had a couple more days of tour. Also, why didn't you answer my message this morning? I've been worried sick all day wondering why you haven't messaged me.”

Noah sets me down on the counter, standing between my legs, and still holding my waist. He turns the music off and pulls me in to kiss me again before explaining what was going on. He smiles at me and explains, “Well, last night was our last concert for the tour. We were going to stay a couple days to relax and hang out with each other before we all went back to our homes. But I missed you too much and got homesick. I couldn’t stay away from you any longer. So I grabbed a plane ticket for today and came home. I didn't message you because I wanted this to be a surprise. Also I was afraid I would give myself away if I messaged. I'm sorry, my love, I didn't mean to worry you.”

I run my hand through his hair, pulling him towards me to peck his lips before resting my forehead on his. I sigh before saying, “It's okay hun. I just tried to keep my mind occupied. Hence to me cleaning the kitchen and the music playing through the speakers. I kind of cleaned the whole house. You scared me to death though. How long have you been here?”

“Only a few minutes. I called for you at the door, but I got no response. So I followed the music and found you here dancing away, having your own little concert.”

I giggle and hide my face into Noah’s neck, embarrassed of being caught. Noah pulls me even closer to him and we stay there for a little bit. Taking a moment to just be in each other’s presence. Feeling content to be back together after so long. This house has felt so lonely with him gone and I'm ecstatic to have him back in my arms. I finally pull away to look at him as I ask, “Have you eaten today? I was thinking of making some dinner?”

“I'm starving! I haven’t eaten anything since this morning. I was on a mission to get here.”

“Why don't you go unpack while I make some food for us. Also, I need to start another load of laundry, so just set your clothes that need to be washed in the laundry room. Okay?”

Noah gives me a peck before helping me hop off the counter. Once he knows I'm stable, he grabs his bags off the floor and walks towards the bedroom. I giggle to myself as I watch him walk away before turning around and starting dinner for us. I turn the music back on, humming along as I look back on the events that happened today, feeling grateful to have Noah back home.

#bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic

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hello there! this is my first time requesting anything so i’m sorry if it comes out too long or i don’t really request it properly hwhshwhsjssh, i just stumbled across your blog and saw you’re a swiftie AND a jack stan too!!! (i already love u for this!!). could we get jack/ethan with a swiftie girlfriend? maybe he got her tickets to see taylor (and if it’s jack, maybe he knows taylor and got into the little celebrity area at the eras tour?) and he tells her he loves her for the first time during “daylight”, because ever since they got together he learnt love is golden 🥺<3 if you’re not up for it, it’s totally cool!! your work is so good :)

hi!! the way i SCREAMED in excitement when i saw this request omg! thank you so much! writing this was honestly heartwarming. i always include some taylor references on my writings because she’s the one that inspires me to write. so, i’m actually really proud and happy of what i did with this little one shot🥺 hope you enjoy it!

it’s golden, like daylight — jack champion

words: 1,307

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: taylor invites jack and y/n to her show, and during one of the surprise songs, jack gets the courage to tell her the three words.

THE FIRST THING JACK THINKS WHEN HE HEARS THE NAME TAYLOR SWIFT IS Y/N. When they met, one of the first thing he noticed about her was that she was a huge swiftie. He took interest in her interests, so now his timeline and his search page was filled with things about the american singer. He even added tons of her songs to his playlist. And if you were to ask him what his favorite album was, he would say Lover. But maybe that’s because—as his girlfriend said—he was in his “Lover Era”.

When Taylor announced she was going on tour, he knew he would do anything to make his girlfriend’s dream come true. Maybe the stars had aligned, maybe it was a coincidence or maybe it was faith, but Taylor Swift knew him, and she also knew that Y/N was a big fan and Jack almost fainted when he saw his Instagram notification. He had kept it from Y/N for a couple of weeks, and it was finally time to reveal it.

Y/N was sitting on the couch, laptop on her lap and you could see the stress and anguish painted on her face. It was clearly someone who was having an awful time on queue.

Jack walked towards her with a smile, and closed her laptop. She started at the device with an expression of shock before setting her eyes on him—if looks could kill, Jack would’ve died on the spot.

“Jack! What the fuck!” she said in a loud angry tone. “You better pray to all the gods that I didn’t lose my queue number, cause I’m going to strangle you” she gritted her teeth as she opened her laptop again.

“You don’t need the queue” Jack simply said, taking her laptop away.

“Jack, please, it’s not the time for your cuddling needs” Y/N said frustrated.

“It’s not that” he laugh, as he took his phone and opened his DMs. He handed the phone to her. “Read it”.

Y/N’s curious eyes took notice of the user on top—Taylor Nation. Her heart skipped a bit, and read the message.

Hey, Jack!

Hope you’re doing well!

Taylor Swift knows your girlfriend, Y/N, is a big fan and she would like to invite you both to her show on Minneapolis, night two!

Please, answer us if you’re available and gives us the address so we can send you the tickets.

The girl stared at the phone in pure shock, not even noticing the tears leaking from her eyes or her shaking hands. She re-read the message hundreds of times, but still felt surreal. Taylor fucking Swift invited HER to her show. Taylor Swift knew who SHE was. Y/N never imagined something like this would ever happen, not even in her wildest dreams.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I wanted it to be a surprise. Also, sorry for making you angry and scaring you with the laptop thing” Jack spoke up.

Y/N grabbed his hand and pull him in, his body landing on top of hers. She hugged his boyfriend tightly. “Is this really happening?” she asked with a broken voice.

“Yes, babe. We are seeing Taylor in a couple of months!”

Y/N sobbed as she hid her face on her boyfriend’s neck. Her wishes became true—she was seeing her favourite artist with her favourite person.

JACK DIDN’T KNOW THAT THE TOUR WOULD BE SUCH AN EXPERIENCE. The concert was still months away, but the excitement was present every single day. Y/N even had a folder on her pinterest called “the eras tour”; in where she had outfits ideas and inspo for friendship bracelets. She also had a list on her phone notes with the surprise songs she would love to get.

“So, what costume are we getting?” Jack asked her while they made friendship bracelets.

“You are getting one too?” Y/N asked surprised.

Jack smiled “Of course! I was thinking of doing couple costumes”

“Yes! Let’s go on pinterest” she said with eagerness.

They spent a couple of minutes searching for a costume they both liked, until they found the perfect one.

“I’m so happy, you don’t even know” she beamed, head on his lap.

“I love seeing you like this. It makes me happy too” Jack grinned, tracing her cheekbones with his fingers.

Y/N lifted her head to kiss him softly “Thanks for putting up with my annoying fan girl ass”.

“Shut up” he laughed against her lips “You say it as if it was something bad. And it isn’t. Like I said, seeing you like this makes me happy too. Besides, I’m actually enjoying this whole ‘the eras’ experience”.

“Well then, I’m glad. What song would you love to hear live?” she wondered.

Jack knew the answer instantly. “Daylight”.

“Jack, oh my god, you have great taste. Why did you choose it?”

“I just like the lyrics” he shrugged.

Lies. Well, of course he liked the lyrics—but more importantly, he understood and felt them. Jack didn’t really know how Taylor came up with the concept that love was golden, but it just made sense to him. Maybe it’s because he had Y/N in his life that he could see why the color fitted just right.

His girlfriend was a literal ray of sunshine, there was no chance of feeling blue whenever she was around. How could he not fall for her? How could he not love her when everything was brighter and shiner—like daylight—ever since she barged into his life with her dazzling smile and heart of gold? She was golden and so was their love.

Love… that was a word they hadn’t say to each other yet. They had been together for almost six months, and he had known he loved her two months ago. But she was his first girlfriend, and he was scared he was going too fast for her liking, so he decided to wait.

Ironic enough, the same thoughts were on Y/N’s mind constantly. Falling in love with him had been as easy as knowing all of the words to her old favourite songs, pun intended. He was sweet, funny, caring, the representation of a golden retriever.

Both had the other completely bewitched, and they didn’t even notice.

THE DAY HAD FINALLY ARRIVED AND Y/N ENTERED THE VENUE WITH SHAKY LEGS. A security guard guided them towards Taylor’s guests area and on their way, a couple of fans waved at them excitingly.

Once they were settled there, the fans started to come their way to say hi and exchange bracelets with them, also receiving a lot of praise for their outfits. They chose the costumes Brandon Urie and Taylor used for the ME! music video. Jack had a dark pink checkered suit and Y/N the glittery pink dress with the big red heart on the middle.

The countdown began and Y/N and Jack screamed her lungs out singing the intro of Miss Americana and Cruel Summer’s bridge. They got all lovey during Lover and Enchanted and danced their heart out to the rest of the set list that was filled with Taylor’s most iconic songs.

Before they knew it, surprise song time came, and Jack’s mouth fell open when he heard the words.

My love was as cruel as the cities I’ve lived in…

“Jack, what the fuck! You literally manifested it!” Y/N laughed. Jack laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist, her back pressed against his front and Jack’s chin rested on the top of her head.

I once believed love would be black and white… but it’s golden, like daylight.

If that wasn’t a sign, then Jack didn’t know what else it could be. But he was going to tell her, he felt a little more brave…fearless.

“I love you, Y/N” he whispered on her ear, as Taylor continued to sing the song that, in that moment, became theirs.

Y/N turned her head to the side, their lips brushing. The corners of her mouth lifted and she looked at him with eyes filled with love and adoration. “I love you too, Jack”.

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y/n.y/l/n i once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden like daylight 💓 i love you forever and ever jackchampion

jackchampion that’s our song, love. i love you to the moon and to saturn 💕

jennaortega best couple ever

masonthegooding you two are disgustingly cute

baileybass omg you finally said the l-word!!!

y/n.y/l/n baileybass yes!! he said it during daylight😫💕

jackslover SO THATS WHY JACK SAID “THAT’S OUR SONG” OH GOD THIS IS CUTE

jamieflatters and they say romance is dead

misstrinitybliss i love you both 🥺🫶🏻

taylornation that’s a real fucking legacy

#jack champion #jack champion x y/n #jack champion fluff #jack champion x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion oneshot #jackchampion #taylor swift #jack champion fanfic #ethan landry

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tillthelandslide · 1 year

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That Ross Instagram AU was soooo cute. Could you write a one-shot about Ross and readers first time sleeping together?? Like maybe they've already been on a few dates but she wanted to take it slow and make sure he was serious about her before having sex.

Made for Me - Ross Macdonald Smut

18+ MINORS DNI

A/n: I tried to make this really sweet but I'm just too feral for Ross at the moment so it's not as sweet as I wanted it... Also I keep seeing photos with Ross with fans and Jesus Christ my husband has gotten more ripped! So obvs had to include that. Anyway hope you enjoy

You and Ross hadn't been dating for very long but you knew he was the one for you, you had been on quite a few dates before he left for tour, as many as you could fit in before you had to eventually say goodbye. You spent all your free time with the man and he was quick to introduce you to the band and everyone who he worked with, all of you becoming close quite quickly. You knew he was your person from the moment you met him, he seemed to just get you, understand everything there was to understand.

You wanted to make sure he felt the same way and that became perfectly evident whilst he was away on tour. You were no stranger to men seeking every opportunity to sleep with women whilst their partner was away and seeing as you and Ross weren't in a relationship you were half expecting him to take up the many opportunities he got whilst on tour.

But the many phone calls and facetime calls you got form him, from the confines of his hotel room when the other boys were out drinking or celebrating, made it perfectly clear he was serious. Or the many texts you got from the other guys, begging you to come see them on tour so Ross would stop complaining about how much he missed you, told you everything you needed to know.

"Would rather talk to you than go out love. 've missed you" he said one night, a slightly sad smile resting on his lips.

"Ross Macdonald denying a pint? That's not like you" you said, making him laugh before shrugging.

"What can I say? I'm a changed man" he said, you remember how you wanted to just drop everything in your life and buy a plane ticket to see him but that wasn't possible. Especially when he got interrupted by someone unknown to you, informing said person that he was on the phone to "his girl".

You surprised them on the last day of their tour, working with Jamie and the tour manager, to organise your arrival and organising with his brother to stay with them when Ross finishes tour, knowing it would be the first palace he wanted to visit because he mentioned it to you, practically begging for you to come with him. He told you he felt really conflicted because he wanted nothing more than to see you but also promised his brother he'd visit him and his nephew. You solved the dilemma yourself, not that he knew that just yet.

You arrived at the venue, Jamie sneaking you in through a back door, the show hadn't started yet. He gave you a warm hug upon seeing you, saying it was nice to see you again and he was looking forward to seeing Ross' reaction, again mentioning how moany he has been without you.

"Okay so Matty is coming to meet you and he'll take you to the boys, Ross has no clue what's happening, will probably think Matty's gone for a fag" Jamie says as he texts Matty. You and Jamie catch up before you see the curly man walking towards you, a large smile resting on his lips, running the last bit of distance and pulling you into a hug.

"Thank god you're here, wish it was a bit earlier, would've made the tour more bearable" he jokes pulling back to look at you.

"He's been that bad huh?" You say making Matty shake his head.

"You have no idea" he says, the two of you laughing. Ross is waiting in another room with the guys, a while away from where you, Matty and Jamie are standing but he swears he hears your laugh, convincing himself that he just misses you that much, that he's hearing things.

Matty walks in front of you, pushing the door slightly just to reveal his face to the guys in the room.

"Hey mate" he says, Ross's eyes find him, waiting to see what he wants "got a delivery here for you, Jamie just picked it up" Matty says, his voice so casual and it makes her smile.

"A delivery? For me? How special" he jokes making you hold back a laugh. Matty opens the door a second later and the two of you watch as the smile drops from his face, dimples disappearing as his mouth hangs open, before he's smiling widely again, eyes creasing the way you love, dimples popping, a genuine Ross smile that has your stomach swarming with butterflies.

He's standing not a moment later, large legs talking him to you in two long strides, next he's wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, slightly lifting you off the ground.

You laugh loudly as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, placing a loving peck to his cheek.

"you're here, like actually here" he says simply as he pulls back from you to see you. He knew he heard your laugh.

"I'm here" you nod making him smile.

"Can't believe you're here, I've fucking missed you" he says.

"I've heard..." You say, eyes wandering back to the boys who all chuckle.

"You little shits" Ross says, briefly turning away from you to look at the guys who have snitched on him.

"You were becoming unbearable mate and that's coming from me" Adam says, who also has been missing Carly and his son (very understandable).

You chuckle at his words, eyes moving back to Ross who turns back to you, hand grasping your face gently, pulling you toward him to meet in a soft kiss before he allows you to move away from him and say hi to the guys, all of whom hug you tightly, thanking you for arriving (commenting on the fact it is the last show and your arrival was needed much earlier, not that you could've helped that).

You're then all talking, including the support act, tucked into Ross' side, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, not letting you go. You can't help but keep looking up at the man, wanting nothing more than to pull him into some secret room to show him how much you've missed him. The two of you had been taking things slow, not that you didn't do other things (both too desperate for each other not to do anything at all) but you were yet to have sex and you found yourself craving it now.

You allow him to leave you when he has to go on stage, pressing multiple kisses to his mouth, making him chuckle.

"Stand on my side of the stage yeah?" He asks and you nod up at him, of course you were going to.

"I'll miss you" he says, smilingly stupidly down at you.

"We lasted all this time, think we can last a bit longer" a double meaning to your words. He leaves you with one last firm and sensual kiss to your mouth, grazing his tongue against yours momentarily before pulling away. The little shit.

You watch from the side of the stage, never missing a single smile on the man's lips, never once missing the looks he was shooting towards you, many winks thrown your way.

After the show, you wait as Ross says goodbye to the guys, not rushing him as you knew despite him spending months with them, he'd miss them during the few weeks they had off. You say your goodbyes before the both of you head back to his hotel, hand in hand and catching up on everything you'd missed.

"So you are coming to see my brother with me?" He asks as he enters his room, placing your bag that he had been carrying down to the floor before pulling you towards him so he could hold you in his arms. You nod up at him as he smiles , leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

"That makes me so fucking happy" he says against your mouth. Your hands find his chest, smoothing over the muscles over his shirt. He sighs into your mouth befofe pulling away.

"Missed you so much" he says and you smile.

"I missed you too Ross. So much" you say, allowing him to press another kiss to your mouth, a more urgent one this time. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth, making you gasp against him, his tongue slowly finds its way into your mouth, moving languidly against yours as you grasp the back of his neck.

Your hands move from his neck, landing over his chest, pushing gently until he moves backwards, the back of his thighs hitting the bed so he sits down. He's quick to grasp your hips as you hold his shoulders, slowly lowering yourself onto the bed, hooking your legs over his until your straddling him.

He just can't get enough of you, wanting to be close to you at all times, so he pulls you into his arms again, just holding you against him in a crushing hug. Moments later he pulls away, his soft eyes find yours as the fingertips of his large hand drift over your cheek, landing on your jaw and holding you against his mouth.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, mouths moving slowly against each other, not needing or wanting to rush.

"I missed you" he repeats again, he had said it so many times but you weren't complaining. His mouth moves easily against yours, tugging at your bottom lip until you're quietly moaning into his mouth. When his tongue swipes across your bottom lip you can't help but gasp and the feeling makes you roll your hips down into his. He's quick to grasp your hips, controlling your movements, setting a slow torturous pace, one which gives you both pleasure but isn't enough.

"Ross I want you" you murmur into his mouth, making him groan. You can feel him hard and heavy beneath you and God how you had missed him. You knew the feeling of his fingers buried inside you and if was heaven and the way he pulsed against your tongue whilst your lips were wrapped around him. But you were beyond excited to him, all of him, deep in your core, his body and soul intertwined with yours as she showed you how he felt.

"Are you sure love? We don't have to rush this, we have all the time in the world. Need to make sure you're certain about this" he says, dark eyes piercing into yours, scanning your features for any sense of doubt, which of course he doesn't find.

"I want this. Do you?" You ask, insecurities creeping in.

"Desperately, but I can wait love... Id wait forever for you" his words have your heart pounding in your chest, stomach fluttering at the sentiment. You're quick to pull his mouth back to yours.

"I need you" you say this time, your words are hitting him differently now. His brown orbs somehow darken and he smears his mouth against yours, the kiss is passionate and has you moaning into him, hips continuing their slow grind against him, more forceful this time, pressing down harshly against him so he grunts into your mouth.

"Fuck love" he moans into your mouth, hands grasping your hips halting your movements making you pull away from him, a deep set frown on your face as you try your hardest to continue to move against him, his hands hold you in place, his firm grip only worsening your feral stage.

"Hold on a second love, want to take my time you" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, making the pout disappear. Your heart rate quickens at his words and the way his mouth is now moving slowly against your own. Tongue only swiping against yours in meaningful movements, taking from you only what you gave him.

"Can fuck you later, right now I just need to take my time, we only get the first time once, want to make it worth it" he says, airing his thoughts and apprehensions. Your brain gets caught up in the beginning of his words, your core tightening before your heart decided to take over, hearing the rest of the words and pulsing harshly at the sentiment.

"Ross" you say, the man smiling at the call of his name, never sounding so perfect than when it came from you. Your eyes were soft now when they met his and he can't help but grasp your face in his hands, gently pulling you back to his mouth, a chaste kiss before he pulls away.

"Gunna let me take my time?" He asks and you nod quickly, making him chuckle. He sighs deeply as he scans your features, his own heart soaring.

"I love you" he says, not able to contain it any longer. Your mouth falls open in a gasp and you freeze for a moment, before falling forward and kissing him passionately.

"I love you too" you mumble into his mouth. He takes his time in flipping you, resting on his elbows over you as to not crush you with his weight. He grumbles into your mouth as your small hand smooths over his beard, landing on his jaw and pulling him closer to you.

Although he wanted to take his time, he can't help but press his member against you, loving the way you sigh into his mouth.

"Ross" you moan, he isn't sure if it's a warning or a beg for more, maybe even both.

"What do you want love?" He asks, needing to hear you say it again. His mouth moves from yours, navigating it's way to your neck where firm kisses are pressed, accompanied by his tongue, swiping over the spot he knows you love.

"I want you" you sigh out, hand weaving it's way into his hair.

"You've got me, you've got me" he repeats into your neck, moaning when you raise your hips off the bed, needing some form of friction, the ache between your thighs needing to be quenched.

"You're going to be the death of me love" he says, pulling away from your neck, lips finding each other again and his hand runs along your side, untucking your shirt from your jeans and running his hand underneath it. Your skin is warm against his touch, you gasp as his calloused fingertips caress your torso, finally meeting the swell of your breast.

"Why?" You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as his hand rounds the back of you, singlehandedly undoing your bra, pulling the fabric away from your boobs so he can fondle your nipple.

"It's taking everything in me not to just fuck you" he groans and you moan loudly at his words. You don't say anything, just press another kiss to his mouth.

You knew if you begged him to fuck you, he would regret it, so you slow things down again. You knew he needed this time to be slow, you knew he needed to show you how much he loved you. And the truth was there would be plenty of other times he could fuck you harshly and quickly, and despite what the both of your minds are thinking in their currently ferral state, you both knew you didn't want this time to be like that.

You pull away from his mouth again, small hands finding the collar of his shirt, slowly undoing each button as you keep eye contact with him. He never knew such a simple task could be so intense. Finally his shirt is loose around his body, resting against his shoulders. His tanned skin is finally revealed to you, chest hair tempting you so you run your hands gently along his pecks which are heaving up and down.

Your eyes lower themselves to his abdomen, what once had a slight pouch (one in which you adored) was now harder under your touch, the muscles strengthened since you were last with each other. His new work out routine made him feel good and my god did it make him look it. You loved the old Ross, although he was more conscious about his body back then, now he was more confident and that's why you loved it.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours love?" He says, his tone airy, holding back a string of moans as your tongue swipes across the centre of his chest.

"Thinking of how you got so ripped" you say, your words making the large man chuckle above you. Your hands push against the fabric hanging loosely on his body, your hands moving along with it, down his muscular arms until it's off, you throw it somewhere.

"Yeah? Prefer me this way?" He asks and you know it comes from a place of insecurity.

"Not prefer... Never prefer" you say, mouth moving against his skin making him sigh "love you no matter what you look like..." Your voice trails off and his ears prick up at the silence, eyes snapping open to find you, needing you (if not for his egos sake) to finish your sentence.

"But?" He senses there is one.

"But fuck me you're hot" you say, finally running your hands down his abs, watching the way they contract before your fingertips are clasping his belt, quickly undoing it. Another act that Ross thinks is the hottest his ever seen. He tries not to let your words go straight to his head so he distracts himself with your body, but you can't help but smile as he smirks to himself.

His hands find the hem of your shirt, eyes asking for permission which you easily grant him, and so your shirt is pulled off, and next your bra which he had already undone. His mouth quickly finds your right breast, lips wrapping around the peaked pud, tongue swiping across his as you moan into the room.

"Ross" you sigh.

"Fuck you're so beautiful" he says as his eyes find yours again. You mouths meet again, not able to get enough each other. Your hands drift to his jeans again, not able to resist pressing your palm to the tent in his suit pants, he grunts into your mouth, but doesn't pull away this time, doesn't stop you. Maybe he had enough of taking his time, maybe this pace was good enough for the both of you.

"Love..." He says against your mouth as your hand continues to move against him, over the confines of his trousers. The noises he's making from just this have your core pulsing around nothing, feeling the emptiest it's ever felt. You knew you needed him and you needed him now.

You slowly undo his zip, thinking if you did it slowly enough maybe he wouldn't realise and wouldn't stop you.

"Love" he repeats again, you're worried he's going to stop your movements as he pulls away, but when he looks down to where you hand has halted against his zipper, before his eyes are snapping back to yours, you know to continue. With a slight push against his chest, he moves to the side, back against the bed as you stay at his side.

He was allowing himself this for now, he could worship your body after, knowing you desperately wanted him, in some form, you'd settle for anything right now. So he allows you to push down his trousers, chuckling as you take his underwear with them, not wasting time. His hard member snaps against his abdomen and he hisses as it meets the air, finally free. You almost drool at the sight, his huge cock that you had missed dearly (not as much as the man obviously) was leaking, the tip the redist you had seen it.

He watches as your eyes darken and how you bite your lip and he almost cums at the sight, only looking away from you when you wrap your hand around him, head snapping back momentarily due to the sudden pleasure. As your hand works against him he knows he needs to do something for you, he wants it more than anything, he wants to hear how you repeat his name over and over as you clench around his fingers.

His large hand rests on your own abdomen now, drifting down whilst staring into your eyes, his stare his intense and his mouth hangs open, moans and grunts falling from it. His fingertips easily find the button of your jeans, undoing them before taking the zip down.

He pauses as your thumb spreads across his tip, bringing the precum along his girth to the base of him. He pushes your hand away for a moment so he can tug your jeans down, groaning when your red lace underwear are revealed to him.

"Fucking hell" he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His calloused fingers are pressing against your clothed centre as your hand wraps around him again and you sigh, eyes fluttering shut again. Your movements on his length don't falter.

"You're soaked through love' he comments and you simply nod, too turned on to even feel the slightest bit of embarrassment and he fucking loves it, quickly pressing his mouth to yours as his fingers make their way into your underwear. Swearing against your mouth as he feels how wet you are.

"it's all for you ross"

He doesn't bother teasing you now, knowing you were desperate, so his fingers run through your folds spreading your wetness up to your clit where he presses harshly, massaging the bundle of nerves. It makes your hand pause for a second, moaning out his name.

"Fucking hell Ross, God I've missed you" you say and thats all he needs to hear before two of his long fingers are thrusting into you. You suddenly remember that he's aching and pulsing in your grip and you continue to stroke him, moaning in unison out of joint pleasure.

Your moans are harmonious with one another and you never break eye contact, it somehow makes the act even hotter, adding to your pleasure.

You have to grasp his shoulders with your other hand as he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot which has your head thrown back and your mouth agape. His mouth finds your neck, grunting against the skin as you quicken the pace. Ross can't help but thrust into your palm and you snap your head to find him.

"That's so hot" you confess and he manages to chuckle through a mean, biting his lip as he looks over you, landing on your centre where his fingers are thrusting harshly in and out of you, curling at the right moments, hitting that spot again.

"You're so tight love" he can't wait see how you feel around him.

"Ross" you moan, back arching.

"I need you..." You say and he nods.

"I know love, me too. Fuck" he pauses as a wave of intense pleasure courses through his body, he was close.

"Need you come for me first" he says, mouth pressing against yours as he curls his fingers again, holding the pads of them against your gspot and rubbing.

"Come for me love" and that's all you truly need before your core is fluttering around his fingers, your juices coating them. Your hand momentarily stops around him, too high on your orgasm to continue, not that he minds, seeing you blissed out makes him cum undone himself. His juices spilling into your hand and across his abdomen.

He pulls out from you, fingertips finding their way into his mouth making you moan when he sucks them cleans. Your own fingertips collect the mixture from your hand and his stomach, licking it all up as you stare at him.

"Fucking hell" is all he can say. The both of you find yourselves laughing at how wild you're acting. You pull him towards you until he's hovering over you again, your back to the bed this time. You can feel his member against your stomach, slowly hardening just by looking at you.

"I love you" you say again, the second time you've said it this evening.

"I love you too" he says, kissing you again. Your lips move like clockwork by now, his tongue tenderly swiping into your mouth, tasting each other on the others tongue. His large hands find your waist, caressing the skin gently.

He allows his hips to lower themselves slightly more towards you, until he's resting against your core, fully hard now. His hands move to your hips, slipping under the corners of your underwear.

"Can I take these off love?" He asks, breaking your kiss for a second.

"Please do" you say, and so he does, throwing them somewhere, neither of you caring where. He stops what he's doing, staring at you again, smiling to himself as his hand tucks a rogue hair behind your ear.

"How did I get so lucky huh?" He asks, shaking his head. You smile up at him, your hand coming up to drift over his features, gently soothing against the skin. He looked slightly worn out from being on tour, but he also looked so happy, dimples appearing and his eyes creasing, one of your favourite things about him.

"Can I make love to you now?" He says, his hand is coming to grasp the base of him. Your eyes snap down before looking up at him again, nodding eagerly. For a moment you panic he won't fit, you had never ever had anyone as big as Ross, he sees the worry etched across your features and places gently kisses to your cheeks and then mouth.

"I'll go slow okay?" He says and with a nod and a reassuring kiss he's weaving the tip of him into your hole. Your eyes close as he does and he places kisses to your lids, making you smile. You grasp his shoulders as you feel him stretch you open, your grasp is gentle, but he still needs to make sure you're okay.

"Look at me love" he says and immediately your eyes are opening to find him "are you okay?" He asks and you nod.

"Never better. Feels good, keep going" you say, letting him know that the stretch was welcomed. He slowly pushes himself in, groaning as he does, stopping himself from being too eager and pushing all the way in. But you surprise him but pushing against his hips, making him bottom out with a loud grunt from him and sharp inhale of breath from you, accompanied by a high pitch grasp.

"Oh fuck" he says, loving the way you clench around him, he waits a few moments for you to adjust to him, eyes never wavering from yours. His ego is stroked just a little when he sees pleasure make its way onto your face, mouth falling open as you moan, despite the fact he hadnt even moved yet.

"Are you okay love?" He asks again, chuckling silently, knowing by the look on your face you were more than okay, a look which he had seen many times before he went on tour, a look he saw when he had his face burried in-between your legs or knuckles deep in your cunt, a look which he had really missed, a look which he had only seen once tonight but knew wouldn't be the last time.

"Fuck you" you say, making him laugh again.

"Haven't even moved yet" he says and you shove jokingly at his chest before he kisses you.

"You're just so deep" you say, bringing his hand to feel your abdomen, making him groan into your mouth. He hadn't moved, yet with how large he was he was already pressed against your gspot.

"Can I move love?"

"Please" so his hips draw backwards, a moan falling from him and you, and then he slowly pushes back in, the two of you gasping into the other.

"Oh fuck" your moan is high pitch, eyes threatening to close with the amount of pleasure one thrust causes but you don't want to miss the way his face is contorting, eyebrows furrowing as his feels his own pleasure.

He repeats the action, the whole of him disappears from within you, before he pushes back in. His strokes are deep and slow, showing you how much he loves you.

"Fuck you're so good" you moan, moving away from his mouth to look at him.

"You feel so good love... So tight... So- fuck" his hips falter a second when you flutter around him at his own words.

His deep thrusts have you moaning his name repeatedly, each one being caught by his own mouth. He's vocal, more vocal than anyone you had been with previously and you loved it, knowing you'd do anything you can to hear his noises.

"Fuck you were made for me, look at you" he says before his grasping your chin, making you look at where you were joined, resting his forehead against yours.

"Look how well you're taking me love" you had never expected him to be the type to talk dirty like this, but you can't help how good it makes you feel. You watch with him as his cock nearly completely leaves you before it returns, joint with the wet sounds from you. His eyes find yours again and you're quick to push your mouth to his, tongue instantly finding his, moaning his name into his mouth.

"Faster Ross"

"Don't want to hurt you baby" he says and you chuckle, he shakes his head at the look of you, he couldn't resist if he tried. So he quickens the pace, movements just as deep as before, hitting your spot just the same, just more regularly now. The way you cling to his shoulders and the way you're clenching around him feels like heaven.

"Never going to get enough of this. Fuck I love you" he says, your mouth sucking against his neck, biting it as you moan, back arching again. His fingertips find your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves until your mouth hangs open, not able to do anything but moan his name.

"Ross Ross Ross" you repeat, it now being the only word you can say.

"I fucking love you. God I love you" he says forehead falling forward and resting against yours again and once again he can't help but look down at where he's snapping into you. He can't believe this is happening to him, he can't believe you of all people are allowing him to have you this way.

"so so lucky" he mumbles whilst looking at your sopping cunt taking him so well. You almost cum undone at his words, moving his chin upwards until he's looking at you.

"Ross..." Your eyes flutter momentarily before looking deep into his dark orbs, you pulse around him, your orgasm drawing closer. Your voice is floaty, barely there but he can hear you. The words you let out are sultry and they have his hips stuttering forward.

"Want you to cum for me" he knows he'll never hear anything hotter. He pushes himself forward before pulling backwards, he does this four more times before he bottoms out and stills, cumming inside you, coating your walls with him.

His thumb finds your clit, and knows by the way you're clenching around him youre close.

"Fuck I'm going to cum" you say.

"cum for me darling, cum for me" he says and his words make you let go, shaking around him. He grasps your shaking hand in his and he holds you through your orgasm, lips moving slowly against yours as a string of moans and his name fall into his mouth from yours.

Once you've come down from your high he pulls out of you, making the both of you groan, he falls down onto the bed next to you, pulling you to lie on his chest.

"Was that okay?" He asks. "Wasn't too fast or anything?" His insecurity speaks again.

"Ross it was perfect... Couldn't be more perfect" you say with a brief kiss to his mouth.

"Be my girlfriend please?" He asks and you smile as you nod.

"Id love to"

You cuddle after that, many more kisses pressed against one another's mouth and an array of "I love you's" being said. You then fall asleep, you pressed to his chest and his arms keeping you safe. It could never have not been perfect, because it was with Ross. Your person, who from the moment you met him, loved you exactly the way you needed.

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Spotless: Eco

Chapter Eleven

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Bobby, Bela, Dick Roman and Kobe Bryant mentioned (look, he wasn't supposed to be here but I did my research and well, he had to be), Anael, faceless paps

Word Count: 1683 with pictures

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, tour planning, brunch and shopping with Bela, unbeta'd

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“Okay, well the official schedule from the touring company arrived, so I have maybe a week to set up the promo interviews before they announce it publicly,” you said over the phone.

“Yeah, with Crowley it’s probably gonna be sooner. Annie’s gotta find someone to step in for the whole year with this so she’s already interviewing. Let me know if you need anything, because I’m just sitting on my hands until we’re actually rolling out,” Bobby replied solemnly.

The give me something to do, please, was implied.

“Check with Benny and his boys, I know the label is supplying some guys too, but I trust you to secure the crew and security schedules,” you said as you made another note on your ever increasing list of to do’s.

Two months may have seemed like a long time, but it was the shortest turn around you’d had for a tour since taking over as publicist for Phantom Traveler and you’d be damned if you fucked it up.

“With the holidays coming up, we’ll be in a pinch to get everything nailed down. But all the commotion with Bela and everything, people will be chomping at the bit to get actual news,” you added, staring unfocused at your computer monitor.

“And he’s got that interview coming up you said, just Dean for that one?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I really hope Meg doesn’t eat him alive. But it’s his chance to give his side of things and for people to see where his head is at now.”

“The sassy little brunette, right?”

“The very one.”

“Is it going to be a tit-for-tat thing? Is Cas gonna be next for a tell-all?”

“Bobby, I don’t think Cas would do an interview and talk bad about Dean even if they paid him. He’s moved on.”

“If you say so, Dean didn’t exactly play nice.”

“He must have had hundreds of offers for the dirt since leaving the band. And everything I hear about him now is just about the kid he’s working with and how they’re creating something unique.”

“I just know how that reporter liked him— the last time.”

“I’m sure she’s going in with the bias against Dean here. Time will tell if she can be swayed,” you admitted. “Plus, Dean won't be alone. We made sure there'll be a few of us there to make it easier.”

“To keep him from making a damned fool of himself you mean.”

“Basically.”

Bobby sat on the other end of the line with his gruff silence before continuing, “you going home for Christmas?”

“Yeah, got the usual stuff with my folks for Christmas Eve then I’m helping Ellen on Christmas day. I’m flying so I won’t be gone more than a few days. Probably end up spending half of it at airports with my luck.”

“Okay, just checkin’.”

“You guys have any plans?”

“Just service on the night before and maybe something with Annie’s cousins. Might just be a train of open houses.”

“Wow, I’m impressed.”

“Hey, I didn’t say I’d enjoy myself.”

You laughed and wrapped it up with a promise to touch base before you left town. The next two days were a whirlwind of emails and phone calls. You put off confirming brunch with Bela for Sunday, but relented from guilt, as she now had regular visits from paparazzi outside her townhouse due to her and Dean’s night club-hopping. You finished up your Saturday errands and plopped yourself onto your stationary bike in a last ditch effort to fend off your restlessness until it was a reasonable enough time to crash.

God, your life was so exciting.

Bela poured you another glass from the endless pitcher of mimosas. “Anyway, I guess Dean got us tickets to the Lakers’ game tomorrow night, like I actually care about baseball.”

“Basketball,” you corrected, taking a sip.

“Exactly,” Bela smirked.

“How good are the tickets? He doesn’t really follow it either,” you continued, worried they’d be in an embarrassing section.

“I think he said something about getting the label’s box for the game?” She tried to play innocent.

You almost spit out your drink. “The entire box?”

“It’s not floor seats’ exposure, but it will be worth it at least. I think he said he called in a favor with Dick?”

“Dick Roman is giving Dean access to his exclusive luxury box at the Staples Center?” You were floored, you opened your phone and googled who they were playing. “Holy fuck, they’re retiring Kobe’s number tomorrow. It’s going to be insane. There’s no way that box isn’t gonna be packed, but at least you can bump elbows with the uppity ups.”

“Kobe Bryant, yeah? He was quite prolific,” Bela seemed pleased.

“Uh, yeah, played his whole career here,” you added, but put your phone away. Unwilling to text Dean a ‘wtf’ text while you still had another hour of drinks and foodstuffs to get through. “What are you going to wear?”

Bela slid her most compelling face on. “I was hoping we could find something together. It’s been ages since we drunk shopped. Plus, it’s the holidays so I will need to be a bit tipsy if I want to deal with the crowds.”

You had literally nothing left to buy for Christmas, but drunk shopping was a time-honored tradition between the two of you. Plus, it was fun watching Bela work her magic and pull a stunning outfit together out of seemingly discordant pieces.

“Three stores and I’m getting my own ride home, missy,” you warned with a firm pointer finger.

“Of course!” Bela chuckled and tucked into her eggs, eyes flitting back to you with conspiratorial delight.

You finished off your mimosa and finally saw to your french toast.

Bela’s driver took you to all of her favorite haunts and naturally she weaseled her way in to see the best stylists, at least those who were actually on hand on the Sunday afternoon before Christmas. At Sister Jo’s boutique, the owner herself greeted Bela with a double cheek kiss and hug.

“What are you doing here? Wait, don’t tell me, you need an outfit asap because your little rocker boy toy needs arm candy,” the woman, who was actually named Anael, teased.

“You know me too well,” Bela replied. “This is my dear friend, Y/N, and we’re a bit on the tilt from brunch, but I simply had to come see you. I need something casual and sexy. It’s for a basketball game.”

You waved as she nodded in your direction, not wanting to break the momentum.

Anael frowned and looked Bela over, with much consideration. Then she hummed before asking, “how do you feel about hats?”

Nearly two hours and a top off on champagne later (to keep your buzzes going), you and Bela walked out of the shop with a bag each and a receipt ensuring Bela would be back in the morning for the alterations on the remaining garments.

“Well, I’d say that was a successful outing,” Bela said with pride, the pink in her cheeks the only hint of her lingering inebriation.

“I’d say,” you agreed, opening the back door of her pre-ordered ride. “I still can’t believe they had something that would work for me for New Year’s.”

Bela waited on the curb until she could slide in the other side, but continued your trail of thought. “Anael is good people, if she likes something, she carries it. Doesn’t matter the size or price, she is all about how an outfit makes you feel,” Bela explained.

“Well, it worked, because I just spent more on myself than I have the entire year because of how good it felt on, so I get it,” you said, patting the bag at your feet.

Bela confirmed your address with the driver and then hers, thanking them for going out of their way in a way that she wasn’t actually apologizing for being a burden.

“You got eyes on you lady,” the driver warned, pointing towards the corner where a camera lens was trained on the car.

“Ignore them, they’ll find someone else before they follow us very far,” Bela promised and you could see her almost glaring at the rearview mirror for the driver to get the lead out.

You sat on the couch in your robe and sleep pants, hair still wet and wrapped on top of your head. You had crashed for a late afternoon nap after shopping and had rebounded with a blissfully long shower and skincare treatment. Now you watched mind numbing television and plotted out your schedule for the coming week. Even though it was cut short with holiday travels, it was full-to-bursting with things to get done.

You sighed and dragged out your suitcase from under your bed, dropped it on the couch and unzipped it to start packing. At least you could watch something while you organized.

Just after ten your phone buzzed with a text message. You ignored it for a minute until you could find the remote beneath your pile of socks and paused your Lord of the Rings rewatch.

You stared at the conversation with the movie still paused, dumbfounded. One, that Dean sent you a goodnight text of all things and secondly that he was going to willingly give Bela his phone to post on social media about them. Because it’s not official until they’re both posting each other, or so they say. This was going to be big for the fan girls. You already knew Becky would be emailing you the second she saw it. But as far as fanclub presidents went, she wasn’t the worst. Then again, she would be more than a little bitter if Sam and Madison were the ones flaunting their relationship.

You put a reminder in your calendar to cover an extra sweep of SM while you were waiting out Dean’s interview Tuesday morning and then you tossed your phone back amongst your clothes. You were done for the night and so you shoved your half-packed suitcase on the floor and restarted the movie.

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Chapter Twelve: Hook

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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝟎𝟎𝟏: “tell me how we made it this far.”

reminder: this fic will be written like the book!

example:

m.list next chapter ➪

Steve: i think we all knew when y/n l/n stepped through that door, that she was going to change things. and not in a good way.

Eddie: she was… different. we all know that if it hadn’t been for her, we would have never reached the level of fame that we had. steve’s the only one who hasn’t accepted it.

Robin: she was vibrant. she was new. she was exactly what the band needed.

Jonathan: do i think if she hadn’t of joined the band we would still be touring? absolutely. am i glad she joined? everyday.

Dustin: when she walked in the studio like she owned the place, i just remember thinking, “this is it. she’s our ticket to fame.” and i hadn’t even heard her voice yet!

Y/N: i did what i did best.

i fucking ruined them.

Interviewer: so let’s start at the beginning-

Eddie Munson (lead guitarist of, “silver springs”): the beginning beginning or just when y/n showed up?

Interviewer: the beginning beginning.

Eddie: *nods,* i think it was the summer of ‘75 when everything started. that sounds right.

Jonathan Byers (guitarist of, “silver springs”): i didn’t really know steve. the only person i really knew was dustin, and that was because he was friends with my brother.

Dustin Henderson (lead drummer of, “silver springs”): i knew eddie from this little dnd club we were in, and i knew jonathon because he was my friends brother, but i think the only one of us who knew steve was eddie.

Eddie: yeah, i knew steve.

i knew that he a massive douche.

Steve Harrington (lead singer of, “silver springs”): the person i was in high school… well all i can say is i hope i’m not the same person i am today as i was back then.

Robin Buckley (lead keyboardist of, “silver springs”): the day steve harrington, the king of hawkins high, graduated, was like the fucking renaissance.

Steve: i was really just trying to fit in with the people around me back then, so once we graduated and everyone went off to college except me… well i had no one i needed to pretend around anymore.

Eddie: it was a really hot day in the middle of july, and me and some of my friends were practicing in my garage. we had this band called ‘corroded coffin’. stupid, i know.

Steve: i was walking my dog, and i suddenly hear some music a couple houses away. of course, i was curious, so i make my way over there, and boy was i surprised to see eddie munson shredding his guitar like his life depended on it.

Eddie: when we saw the steve harrington walking up our driveway, i think we had all expected something completely different.

Steve: they all stopped playing and just… stared at me.

Eddie: *laughs* i think he said some corny ass shit like, “well don’t stop playing on my account!”

Steve: i told them not stop playing, and they all glanced at each other, shrugged, and continued.

Eddie: god, i know we had to have sounded awful.

Steve: they really weren’t half bad.

Eddie: we had all expected this to be a one time thing, y’know? but then steve didn’t stop showing up, and eventually, i think he became my best friend.

Steve: eventually, sometime in early august, eddie started teaching me how play the guitar.

Eddie: he was a fucking natural. it was like he was made for it. and once he started singing? he was unstoppable.

Steve: eddie wanted me in the band. everyone else… not so much.

Eddie: i spent days trying to convince those dickheads that we needed him, but they couldn’t get over how he acted towards us in high school. like seriously, grow up!

Steve: eventually, eddie gave them an ultimatum. either they let me in, or we’re both leaving.

Eddie: those scumbags basically kicked me out of my own band!

Steve: *laughs* thinking back on it now, it’s kind of funny. i mean, they looked eddie in the face and said, “then i guess we’ll have to find a new lead guitarist.”

Eddie: those douchebags never even touched the level of fame we had, so really, maybe it was a good thing they kicked us out.

Gareth (drummer of ‘corroded coffin’): i’ve never regretted kicking eddie and steve out of the band. because i have something they never will.

Interviewer: and what’s that?

Gareth: financial stability.

Steve: me and eddie knew we still wanted to be able to perform, and the two of us alone just wouldn’t cut it.

Eddie: so, we had to form a new band.

Steve: and i knew just where to look.

Robin: when steve harrington and eddie munson knocked on my door i thought i was dreaming.

Steve: i had seen robin walking in the halls, and word on the street was she was a damn good keyboard player.

Eddie: i had never heard of robin before.

Robin: steve says to me, “you robin buckley?” i just nodded and said, “yeah.”

Eddie: then steve says, “you play the keys?” and robin goes, “yep.”

Robin: and next thing i know i’m loading my keyboard into the back of steve’s AMC pacer.

Steve: it was pretty easy to convince robin to join the band. she asked if she would get any money out of it and i said, “yeah probably,” and then she’s leading us into her basement to grab her keyboard.

Robin: steve and eddie ask me if i knew anyone else who played any instruments and i said jonathon.

Jonathan: me and robin were never friends, so i have no idea how she knew i played the guitar.

Robin: we had no idea where jon lived, so we were kinda just cruising until we saw him or anyone who knew him.

Steve: that’s when we saw dustin and his friend, will. jon’s brother.

Eddie: so, we pull over and we ask the kids if they knew where jon lived.

Dustin: me and will were heading back to his house anyway, so i figured if they were looking for jon they could give us a ride, because that was where we were headed.

Eddie: so, the kids hop in the backseat and will gives us directions to his house.

Dustin: thinking back on it now, it probably wasn’t the best idea hoping into a car with a bunch of strangers and giving them directions to our house, but it was the 70’s. no one cared back then.

Robin: so we pull into the driveway, and low and behold jon is outside smoking a cig.

Steve: when he sees us pulling into the driveway with his little brother and his friend, he looked confused.

Jon: i was confused. here’s my sixteen year old little brother, with eddie munson, steve harrington, and robin buckley. it was the strangest group.

Dustin: me and will get out the car, and steve follows.

Jon: steve walks up to me, hands in his pockets, and just stands there.

Steve: i was trying to figure out what to say. with robin, it was easy, but jon just had this… intimidating look about him.

Jon: i said, “you want a cigarette?” and he just shook his head, says he doesn’t smoke. which back then, that was out of the norm. i mean, everyone smoked.

Eddie: me and robin were in the car just watching them.

Robin: i think they sat there talking for at least ten minutes.

Jon: steve says to me, “you play guitar?” and i was like, “why?” and he goes, “would you be against joining a band?” and honestly, i was.

Dustin: when i heard them say “band” i just knew i needed to be a part of this conversation.

Jon: i said, “what, are you trying to recruit me or something?” and he goes, “yeah, actually, i am.”

Steve: it was hard to convince jon to join us. i mean, he was college bound. he graduated with us, was taking a gap year and then going to college.

Jon: i wanted to say no.

Steve: i told him he could just try for the rest of the summer, and if he hated it, then he was free to leave.

Jon: that convinced me. i mean, it wasn’t like i had any other plans.

Steve: i was about to ask jon to get his guitar and come with us to scope out a new place to practice, but dustin jumped in the conversation.

Dustin: *laughs* you know, i really didn’t think they would let me in. especially because back then, i was still a beginner. i mean, i could barely play the drums!

Steve: we were desperate.

Dustin: so i go, “you need a drummer?” and steve stares at me for a second, shrugs his shoulders, and goes “yeah, we do.”

Steve: here’s this sixteen year old kid, asking me to join our band, and who am i to say no?

Eddie: at first, i had thought steve was insane for letting this kid in the band. i was a little mad about it too.

Steve: i could feel eddie glaring at me from the car when he saw dustin following behind me and jon.

Dustin: i was just excited to be there, honestly. i really didn’t think it was gonna go anywhere.

Steve: you know, i think we all thought it was just gonna be some summer gigs, maybe some over the school year, but we would all end up getting some boring 9-5 job.

Eddie: god, were we wrong.

Steve: the rest of that summer, we spent practicing. i discovered my love for writing songs and creating music, and i like to think everyone else started developing a love for it too.

Eddie: i tried to write some songs like steve did, but, they were never as good as his.

Dustin: steve was like… freddy mercury and we were those other dudes in the band that you never really learn the names of.

Steve: by september we had atleast ten songs, and we had just booked our first gig at some wedding.

Dustin: it was hard because school was starting up again and steve wanted us to practice atleast four times a week.

Steve: i just wanted us to be as good as we could be.

Jon: i wasn’t supposed to be in the band past summer, but we had just… made so much progress. there was no way i could leave. especially not before our first gig.

Eddie: september 17, 1975 we’ve got our very first gig.

Steve: i was excited. i mean, i don’t think i was nervous at all.

Robin: out of all of us, steve was the one shitting his pants the most. he was practically shaking!

Eddie: the first song we played when we got up there was this song steve wrote called, “letdown.”

Robin: steve was… *shakes head*, he was amazing.

Dustin: i mean, god can this man sing.

Steve: i just went up there and… it just felt so natural. this was my first time performing ever and, it was probably the happiest i had ever been at that point.

Robin: i think that was the night i realized we couldn’t let this thing we built go to waste. i mean, we needed to go professional with this. i knew we were just that good.

Eddie: not to sound, like, egotistical or anything but… we were good. amazing, even.

Jon: after that, i knew i couldn’t quit.

Steve: that night really changed my life. i mean, it changed everyone’s life. that was when we decided to try and get a record deal.

Eddie: lucky for us, there’s this dude there, and his name is murray bauman.

Murray Bauman: these kids, they were good. i knew they were good, and if they could get themselves a record deal, i could get them on tour.

Eddie: murray tells us that he’s a ‘tour manager’ and he lives in LA.

Robin: he tells us if we can get a record deal, he’ll get us on tour.

Jonathan: i wanted to do this of course! but… school. it was only september and i was going to new york next year for college.

Steve: i wanted to say yes. i almost said yes.

Jon: i told murray to give us some time.

Murray: i was kinda shocked. they want time? to do what? get some useless degree? you know, i never went to college and look at me!

Steve: i understood why jon wanted to wait. so i decided, that’s what we would do. we would wait a year until dustin graduated and jon decided what he wanted to do.

Robin: i wasn’t sure when steve had started making decisions for us, but it seemed everyone was okay with it.

Eddie: being told we were good enough to get a record deal? the first thing i wanted to do was party.

Steve: so, we dropped dustin off at home, and we go to this party down on cornwallis.

Eddie: it was mostly just a normal house party, alcohol, music, the whole shebang.

Steve: back then, i had only drank a few times. but, i hadn’t touched any alcohol since high school.

Robin: i barely remember that party, i got so fucking wasted. i do remember nancy being there though.

Steve: when i met nancy… it was, like love at first sight, you know?

Nancy Wheeler (wife of steve harrington): when steve walked up to me, he looked so confident that he could get me in bed.

Steve: i knew that i had to talk to her. so i walk up to her as casually as possible, and i say, “what’s your name?”

Nancy: i said, “why should i tell you?” and he seemed to short circuit at that, like he couldn’t come up with any reason!

Steve: i was cool about it. back then, i was pretty smooth with the ladies.

Nancy: he goes, “if you tell me your name i’ll tell you mine.”

Steve: i was pretty well known around town. but, i didn’t want to just assume she knew who i was.

Nancy: of course i knew who he was. but, i wanted him to think i didn’t.

Steve: i told her my name and eventually, she told me hers. i didn’t even sleep with her that night. we just… talked, exchanged numbers, that whole kinda thing.

Nancy: those next couple of weeks i went to every single practice.

Eddie: she was pretty much our honorary member.

Robin: nancy became my best friend. i hadn’t realized that i was only really hanging out with boys until she showed up.

Dustin: i already knew nancy, she was the older sister of one of my friends.

Nancy: i was always a little weirded out everytime i showed up to practice and dustin was there. he was only sixteen, and he was in a band with a bunch of graduates.

Robin: i guess it was kinda strange. but, who was i to tell the kid how to spend his days?

Steve: i officially asked nancy to be my girlfriend in november.

Nancy: i said yes, of course.

Steve: once we were officially together, i was… i was just so happy. i had a family, y’know? that’s what we were.

Eddie: once nancy and steve got together, the songs he wrote stopped being about random shit. they were all about her.

Nancy: it felt kinda strange, y’know? i mean, he wrote at least fifty songs over the course of that year.

Robin: by the time dustin graduated, we had enough material for at least two albums. maybe even three.

Dustin: the shitheads all showed up to my graduation. they probably cheered the loudest out of anyone’s families.

Eddie: i mean we were proud of him! plus, him graduating meant the only thing holding us back from LA was jon.

Jon: it was either college or LA. pursue a stable future, or pursue my dreams. how do you choose?

Eddie: one day sometime in june, we all show up to practice like normal. i’m tuning my guitar when jon walks in, and says we all need to talk.

Steve: i knew what that meant. he was either about to tell us that he was leaving or that he was staying.

Jon: i said, “this past year has… meant to much to me. but, we all knew i would be leaving at some point.”

Dustin: of course we all knew it, but i think we all assumed he would change his mind.

Steve: i tried to change his mind. we all did, even nancy! but, he was set on what he wanted to do.

Jon: i packed my shit, said my goodbyes, and i went home.

Steve: once jon was gone, well i think we all lost hope that we could pull this off.

Eddie: i really didn’t care that jon left. i mean, it sucked, yeah, but… i thought if i practiced hard enough i could play both parts. which, by the way, that’s pretty much impossible.

Robin: still, we pursued, and by the next week we packed our shit into eddie’s van.

Steve: imagine our surprise when on the day we’re set to leave, jon knocks on the door.

Jon: shit, screw college. over that week me and my mom talked, and she told me i needed to pursue my dreams.

Joyce Byers (mother of jonathon byers): i told him how it is. college will be around forever. it’s not going anywhere. the chance to tour the world? that’s once in a lifetime.

Jon: i’ll forever be grateful to my mom because of that.

Steve: we welcomed him back with open arms, obviously.

Robin: so we threw jon’s stuff in the van, said our goodbyes to our families, and then the six of us were off.

Steve: my parents didn’t show up to say goodbye. my dad told me, “you’re an excuse for a son.”

Eddie: we all knew steve’s parents didn’t approve of what we were doing.

Steve: but, clearly… i made the right choice in leaving. no matter what my dad believes.

okay guys i’m actually so excited for this story!! it basically follows the plot of daisy jones and the six, so if you haven’t read the book or seen the show, you should! it’s genuinely so good.

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #angst #band au #daisy jones au #daisy jones and the six #stranger things #robin buckley #eddie munson #jonathon byers #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stranger things x reader #x reader

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

OMG, thank you for the ask! Self rec five fics... okay...

Those Whom The Gods Love Die Young - An experiment in writing for me. This is the tale of the marauders told as an old folk tale.

So the spirits, with their love for the boys, granted them their dreams. “But be warned,” the wind whispered as the boys entered the forest again, “the young mortal men whom the gods favor are destined to die young.” But the boys did not hear the wind over their boisterous camaraderie, and the warning went unheard.

Am I To Suffer This Constant Stream of Interruption? - A fluffy little Teddy and Victoire piece. Their first date keeps getting interrupted by James Sirius Potter.

"Do you think that kid has ever had a thought he didn't immediately have to shout out loud?" Teddy asked Vic while they watched James skip up the street and tackle his cousin Fred, who was too distracted with the latest Firebolt 300 in the window of the quidditch shop to notice James, into a bale of hay.

Your Friend, James - Another fun little writing experiment. An epistolary fic with James and Lily sending each other letters (and falling in love).

Lily, You have finally found out Padfoot’s dark secret. He is not an aristocratic heir to a great fortune, as he has led all to believe. He actually has an unbearable Scouse accent. Get him good and drunk and it comes out. Wormtail came over the other day and helped me practice quidditch. Ever since I told the lads that McGongall invited a pro scout to watch me play next year, Peter’s been dedicating time to help me train. I think he’s hoping that if I go pro, I’ll get him free tickets. Which I would if that were to happen. He doesn’t need to become my personal trainer (especially since, Merlin, I love the chap, but he is not the best at flying a broom and throwing a quaffle at the same time.) It's hard to practice quidditch by oneself, though, so I appreciate the effort.

Does Permanent Mean Forever? - My head canon for marauders and getting tattoos.

“Excellent, Wormy!” James clapped his hands, “Yes, that’s exactly what we will do! Let’s take the Knight Bus to London and we’ll get our animagus forms tattooed on ourselves. Well, Moony will get his you-know-what.” “Fantastic,” Sirius said, sitting up straight in the chair, “I propose Prongs gets antlers tattooed on his arse.” Remus’ face darkened as he took another drink, "There is absolutely no way in hell I am getting a wolf tattoo.” “Aw, come on, Moony,” Peter whined, “Don’t ruin the fun!”

Interesting House Guests - A new fic but one that I had been thinking about for a long time. Sirius invites his friends to stay over at Grimmauld Place one summer. The seeds to him running away are planted.

“Oh, baby Reggie wouldn’t have anything as unseemly as muggle bathing suit models on his walls!” James exclaimed in mock horror. “No, much worse, he’s been clipping out news stories of the Death Eater weirdos and sticking them on his wall.” “Ugh,” grimaced Peter, “Why waste precious wall space with dudes wearing masks when you could have naked ladies.” “Exactly my point, Pete. Anyway, Get up,” Sirius nudged Peter with his foot. “I haven’t finished the tour yet.”

#harry potter fanfiction #james potter #lily potter #jily #lily evans #jily fanfiction #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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@jilychallenge | Partner: @blitheringmcgonagall | April 2023: Letters and Texting.

Prompt: First date - “ Words We Should Never Have Left Unsaid / P.S I Still Wait For You’.

I’m so sorry it’s late but I literally had to force this thing out of my birth canal. xoxo

Also mahoosive thanks to @blitheringmcgonagall who helped me decide the most embarrassing events to happen in chapter 1

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Words we should (never) have left unsaid

I just keep waiting for the day when I’m not an idiot around you.

If you asked James Potter if he loved the theatre, he would answer very diplomatically that ‘yeah, it was alright’, and ‘sometimes the tunes get stuck in your head, you know’, and ‘my mother brought me up on a diet of show tunes, I can’t help that I sing them out loud sometimes, God’.

As a matter of fact, being a naturally curious and inquisitive (and sometimes lonely) child, Euphemia Potter had enrolled her son into a summer of theatre classes in the hope that it would use up his endless energy and perhaps guide her son onto the path of acting so that she would always have some free theatre tickets. As naturally, if her son chose that path, she was sure he would succeed.

So when she was called into the theatre to ‘chat’ about James, she was surprised (yet also unsurprisingly unsurprised) to learn that James had gone AWOL for an hour, only to be found backstage watching the technical crew pull on the fly ropes for My Fair Lady – ‘accidentally mum, I swear!’ and had zero intention of retuning back to rehearsals about ‘being a tree in the ocean’ (James’ words). Euphemia Potter, being a woman of many talents, strong maternal instincts and an unprecedented prowess at sniffing out the places and things her son was interested in, managed to sweet talk the theatre into allowing her son to apprentice backstage on weekends, which lasted until he gained enough qualifications for him to earn a paid full-time technical position at the theatre.

And so, nearly 15 years later, James Potter found himself backstage during a performance of the touring production of Cats at the WNAC, having only just started the same week.

A few years ago he done a refresher training residential week and quickly became friends with an extremely tall Welsh man called Remus. They’d stayed in touch, Remus often staying at his and his best friends’ London flat whenever he was working on a production in the city, and a month ago Remus had been in touch about a technical position opening up at his venue. And James, looking for a change in life, scenery and jobs, had applied and got the job.

So here he was, backstage in the labyrinth of a new theatre, belting out Memory along with Grizabella who was singing over the tannoy.

‘Touch me’, he sang, ‘It’s so easy to leave meeee – oof!’.

Rounding a corner, James collided into something soft and firm. Someone, he mentally corrected. Something soft and warm and -

‘You’re dangerously close to my boob right now.’

‘Oh my god’ – James jumped as though he’d been shocked and stepped back quickly, and in doing so, walked into some lockers which lined the corridor.

His curses now joining the clang of the metal and Grizabella’s voice, he could swear the silence from this stranger was louder – or maybe that was his embarrassment he could hear. Blowing through the corridor like tumble-weed.

‘That’, the woman deadpanned, ‘was either incredibly bad timing or I need to make a trip to HR’.

James cringed. He could well imagine the phone call to his mother if she found out he’d been suspended in his first week pending investigation into inappropriate conduct.

‘Oh, it was definitely incredibly bad timing.’ He closed a locker door which had swung open with the force of his hit and had come to a stop near his ear but the locker door popped open again and slowly creaked to a stop. ‘I would never -’ he cut off, embarrassed, just as Grizabella let out another cry of ‘Touch me!’

The woman laughed – prettily, he thought, before internally berating himself; ‘Not the moment, Potter!’ - and motioned to his head, which he still had a held in his hand to soothe the pain from the locker.

‘Do you actually need me to have a look? I’m a first aider.’

‘That would only honestly make this situation more embarrassing,’ James said, grimacing at the thought, before shutting the locker door again, only to hear it pop open a second time, ‘so no, I’m good. But, thanks.’ He dropped his hand, even thought his head was still smarting.

‘Um, right. Okay, well,’ she gestured past James and towards the crew room. ‘Is Remus in there? I need to have a chat about finding the WOC’s Gobo - I think they’ve definitely misplaced it but they’re looking to blame someone...’

‘Oh, good luck.’ James said wryly, ‘I’ve been trying to find him for ages. I think he’s ignoring my texts because I thought his dinner was ravioli and not tortellini and God forbid I don't know my pasta. Also, if I deviate from this path that I've learned around the building, I just know I’m going to get lost.’

She laughed again, ‘Yeah, this place is a bit of a maze, but you get used to it pretty quickly. Mind, if you’re only here for a week, maybe you need to put some chalk on the walls or something?’

‘Oh, I’m not – I work here, I’m not with Cats.’

She looked at him for a beat, and then with some confusion asked him;

‘Oh, sorry. I just thought – I mean, I could hear you down the corridor singing all the lyrics’.

James flushed and laughed awkwardly, his hand making his way back to the base of his head, willing himself to rid the redness he could feel creeping its way up his neck.

‘It’s my mum’s favourite musical so..’ he trailed off, trying to laugh through a smile, which in hindsight, surely made him look even more bizzare.

‘Right.’ She said, and when the silence almost got too painful she added; ‘Um, well, I better get – I’ll just teams Rem...’ before starting to walk away.

And for some reason, some strange reason which made him question his sanity for the next 12 hours straight and sporadically for a good few days later, he saluted and called after her;

‘Cool, okay, well, bye. And sorry for almost touching your boob. I honestly wouldn’t - well, I mean, you do have nice boobs - not that I’ve looked! Or touched! God. Sorry.’ And with a final note of desperation he added, ‘Bye’. Then he turned around and promptly walked straight back into the locker door.

He could’ve sworn he saw a second bail of tumble weed blowing past in his mind’s eye. Along with an actual trickle of blood with passed his eye from the now angry looking cut above the eye socket.

Ten minutes later, patched up and with a first aid form sheepishly all filled out, he finally located Remus, and accosted him with a nonchalant (or so he thought), ‘Remus, who’s the woman that works here with ginger hair?’

Remus, put down his fork of butternut squash macaroni and said, ‘That’d be Lily Evans, Front of House and she’s not going to HR.’

‘How do you know?’ James cried and sunk into a chair in mortification.

#jilychallenge #april jily challenge #jily #muggle au #multichap #james potter #lily evans #blitheringmcgonagall

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BPP I have been thoroughly wrecked by Yoongi. HIS VOICE? HIS CHARISMA??

My god. He's been your bias since debut?! You're strong woman. How did you do it?? One concert and I'm ready to bear kids for him. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

/gen

Ask 2: I'm sorry!!! But look at this!!!! twitter com/sujimschim/status/1652517741226790913 looolll I think army's gonna be okay (pun intended lol) Sorry I think I'm having a post wlive high right now. lol Also did you hear about that insanely lucky army who got Yoongi video on their phone AND got to sit next to Jimin during the concert?! Like WOW. I'm amazed. Isn't that harder than the lottery?? lol Ok I'll really stop. Have a good night!!

Ask 3: A TO THE G TO THE U TO THE STD

Ask 4: Yoongi looks SO GOOD IN WHITE T WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAYYYYYYSSSSSS?!@#@!K?!@! THANK YOU JIMIN FOR SCOLDING YOOOONNNNGGGGIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

Ask 5: I love how Yoongi sticks to his first iteration of Sorry for being cute choreo. That choreo is becoming a lore of its own. yoominforlife lol Also OMGGGG his concert haegeum performance is gonna be LIT. I personally really love the name of the song and all the word play that's hidden inside it

Ask 6: i want to fuck yoongi till the paint peels off the walls i need to suck his thick fat cock clean empty, gobble his midas balls till i gag and after that read him my deontological critique of neitzche's assertion that god is dead. because god is well and truly alive and i just sucked his balls dry. i was lost and stupid in the wilderness of my ignorance of his divine hotness. i doubted your mind for your esteemed love for him. i was foolish but he has made me a believer. i want to be shoooshed by yoongi. then fuck him till he blacks out. consensually.

sorry. pls don't hate me bpp yoongi just drives me so fucking insane.

Ask 7: D-Day tour setlist is INSANE. Banger after friggin baanger Bpp! Have you tried to rank Suga's songs before? All his solo songs too can you rank them Bpp?

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Hi Anon(s),

Anon in ask 2, your link. And yeah, that person was super lucky. 💜

I need to confess to y’all. I caved and got myself an earlier ticket. Usually, I buy my tickets for later in the tour to give myself time to calm down and adjust. I’d have spoiled the setlist for myself, listened to it ad infinitum till the lyrics were ingrained and my hormones were in equilibrium. But this time I couldn’t wait till the Cali dates, (still going). I had to see Yoongi tonight.

And Christ, I have ascended.

I know I will not be coherent, I’m already trying to self censor as I write , but I want to get this out here because many of you have sent me asks about him, some I know I can’t post ever, so I’m hoping someone else gets it whatever it is I’m tying to say.

…

Yoongi is so beautiful.

Yoongi is a rock star, and I mean that in a literal sense. He makes rock music, thinks like a rock star, and sings like a rock star. His live renditions of Amygdala are the perfect example of this. Pairing screamo rock in the chorus with the guitar solos in the outro, everything about Yoongi's vision for that song is centered around liberation, a value that's inherent to a rock star.

(Yes. That’s the objective correct answer.)

I laughed reading all your asks btw. (Anon in ask 6, I see you, I get you, and I don't judge you.) Ranking Agust D's songs is impossible for me. My personal taste is screamo rock and dirty trap or drill, I like songs with distinct percussion, lots of guitars, and/or distortion, voice cracks, autotune, etc. Artists like Nirvana, ONE OK ROCK, Kendrick Lamar, Twenty One Pilots, and Jimin give me bits and pieces of that sound, but no one in BTS knows how to scratch that itch for me better than Yoongi.

He’s just the right kind of insane to speak my language.

The duality that shimmers around Jimin like a mirage and is central to his magnetism, where you can’t be sure of who, what, exactly you’re looking at - man, woman, child, king, snake, panther, cat, metal, silk, fire, ice - all in one. That duality, lives in Yoongi’s music.

It’s elsewhere too, but it lives in his music. Even underneath all of that, he just makes some of the best music around.

That beat change at the end of Shadow? That's music tailor-made for me. Cypher Pt 3, AGUST D (the song), What Do You Think?, Trivia: Seesaw, the live performances of HUH?! and Amygdala are a revelation. All his music sounds perfectly made for me.

I honestly have no choice but to love him.

(I have no words when it comes to Yoongi.)

I won’t exactly rank his music here. I’ll discuss some of my favourites based on things like production, message, flow, feel, etc. Maybe.

Production

724148

This song is criminally underrated. I mean it's a crime more people aren't screaming from the rooftops about how crisp this track is. Listening to 724148 was the first time it really hit me how brilliant Yoongi is as a producer.

So Far Away ft Suran

You need to listen to this song on good speakers. It will change your life for the better. Do that, then come back here and tell me how you feel.

Burn It ft MAX

You know, when I heard the live performance of this song, I called a friend to help me re-calibrate my speakers. To recreate that feel. The production on the song is insane. Not to mention Yoongi's flow in the second verse.

Amygdala

The guitars are placed and layered perfectly. I love how forward the drums are in the mix. The autotune is one of my favourite things about it too. The entire song is perfect.

Daechwita

Am I the only person who hears the same static in the song intro that continues faintly in the foreground for the entirety of the song? As though you're entering a glitch. It's so sick. The main/central beat doesn't vary much, all the texture comes from Yoongi's adlibs. And he does an excellent job elevating it to something more.

(It truly embarrasses me that I cannot allow myself to talk about him. He’s that… much.)

Flow / Delivery

You've all seen me go on and on about Jimin's vocals. About how much Jimin's voice is the catalyst for ecstasy when I listen to BTS's music. But Yoongi's voice affects me just as strongly, if not more, in a very different way.

I’m a sucker for the kitten. That insane high pitched thing he does drives me to the limits of my sanity. But he’s also a natural baritone. A nasty one at that. You can hear it in the music he makes. And that’s my kryptonite.

Have you listened to HUH?! Like, really listened to it? Do you hear his flow from 1:08 - 1:15?

youtube

Do you hear how disgusting this brat is?

Fuck.

Let’s just move on.

Some favourites where his flow, delivery, switch-ups, is frankly ridiculous:

Shadow

Burn It ft. MAX

AGUST D

HUH?! ft j-hope

Cypher Pt. 3

Aside, the instrumental of this track, along with Cypher Pt. 4, Dionysus trap remix, Danger MMA 2019 version, and We Are Bulletproof Eternal, is incredible.

Feel

Honsool

Making a list based on pure vibes, Honsool has to show up. Yoongi captured the unmoored, untethered feeling of drifting through haze, distilled and crystalized into Honsool. Genius.

Give It To Me

What Do You Think?

HUH ft j-hope

Tony Montana ft. Jimin

I'm a sucker for the grit in their voices in this song. The live version specifically.

(He’s such a problem for me y’all…)

Not to get into this, but he also does sweet, poppy songs too. Some faves being That That, Amygdala, People, Trivia: Seesaw…

He is a true artist.

And nothing is hotter than that.

Message

I started writing this long paragraph about the themes in his music and stopped because I’ve really gone on long enough. I’m barely keeping it together here. I just saw him lose his mind with happiness at the ARMY who disguised her iPhone as a Samsung. That wide smile on his face is still replaying in my head. I’m happy he’s happy, because he’s made me so happy.

Anyway, some fave tracks I reach for, for their message:

5 - Strange ft RM

4 - UGH

3 - Snooze ft Ryuichi Sakamoto & Woosung

2 - Amygdala

1 - People

In a class of its own, I have to mention The Last. That song is a reckoning and wake up call. It's everything and I'm forever proud of Yoongi for making it.

Have y’all imagined what the concert will be like in 2026? Have you really sat down to think about what it could look like? Because I have. And it looks like pure bliss. No matter what is happening in the world at that time, I must see BTS.

It’s a decision I made last June, but Yoongi on this tour has breathed fire into that desire. He’s made me want him, crave his sound, daydream of his music playing in my head…

If I could I would’ve sued this man already.

Anyway, Anon in ask 1, welcome to getting wrecked by Yoongi. He is layer upon delightful layer of loyal, creative, tortured beautiful genius hovering just on the edge of insanity. I’m hopeful that he completes his tour as planned, enlists as planned, serves as planned, and is discharged and back to BTS as planned.

In the meantime, I’ll fully enjoy the time he’s spending with us and the music he’s making for us. I’m happy y’all are joining me in this too. 💜

#yoongi #min Yoongi #Agust d #Suga #BTS #d day #d day tour #And fuck Hybe with their fuckass dynamic pricing

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Take On The World

One shot (for now)

K.K. Downing X OC {Alexandra Chrissy}

Warning(s): None

Plot: Alexandra works in a local rock radio station. When Judas Priest comes in for an interview and gives her friend and radio jockey, Lara two tickets to the show, Lara chooses her. The only issue is she suffers from some social anxiety, queue the drama unfolding.

A/N: I’m only writing more if people want it. Please comment, like and reblog this! Thanks for reading. <3

Alexandra’s POV

I take a deep breath as I finally after a few minutes of panicked searching find a quiet spot. I should have known better, me and crowds don’t mix well yet, I never learn.

I lean my back up against the cold painted brick wall, the sound of the concert in the background. I can feel my heartbeat slowing down and my breath getting more even and normal again and I find solace in being alone.

I knew deep down I should have told Lara no, but she’s my best friend, and I have a hard time saying no to people I care about. I’ve also been trying to push myself out of my comfort zone, which if you can’t tell hasn’t been going all too well.

The only reason we’re even at this Judas Priest concert is because she got the tickets for free.

We both work for the local rock radio station, she’s the disc jockey and I work behind the scenes in the sound room making sure everything is working alright. The thing about our station is I sit behind her, with a sheet of glass between us and I listen in on the conversation, and pull up the bumpers, get the songs playing, the comermicals and pull up the callers as the show is going.

Today, since they were playing our arena Judas Priest came in to conduct an interview with Lara of course. I luckily didn’t have to interact with any of them. It’s not that I wouldn't have loved to, I love the band, but as I’ve said before I’m not good with social interactions.

I’m so bad in fact, that K.K. Downing one of the two guitars, briefly glanced at me from behind the glass and I quickly looked away hoping he wouldn’t notice me.

I’m proud that I made it as far into the concert as I did, usually I’d be out of here having a panic moment way before I did tonight. So in that way I’m proud. I made it through the concert, well most of it. Just not the encores, I maybe could have if it wasn’t for the guy behind me trying to chat me up.

I’m sure lots of people would have been flattered but social interactions aren’t my thing so I freaked out. Of course I lied to Lara, and told her I had to find the bathroom, that way she wouldn’t worry too much or try and tell me to stay.

It probably also didn’t help that we were very close to the stage, and well at one point I swear to god K.K. once again was looking at me, he even pointed. I know he was most likely just pointing at the crowd generally but he looked directly at me as he did it. I’m sure most people would love that and think it’s cool, but my anxiety got in the way once again. I'd prefer to blend into the crowd.

How ridiculous am I? Sitting backstage at a Judas Priest concert, not even to meet the band just to get out of the crowd. It’s embarrassing really. Hopefully I can sneak back out before it’s too late and everyone starts making their way back here after the show.

I figure I have a few more minutes at least, so I reach into my bag and pull out my half finished book. Reading is one of the ways I escape my problems, that and music. I pull out my Walkman, which just happens to have Turbo, the very album they're touring off of right now. I just heard Turbo lover not minutes ago live, but I need to hear it again. I turn it up full volume as I begin to read.

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I Jump as I feel someone tapping my shoulder, knocking me out of my book and the music. Before looking up to see who it is I quickly stop my music and remove my headphones. I’m expecting it to be Lara who’s gone off to find me, after all it would have been a long bathroom break.

So when I look up and see K.K. Downing still in his full leathers, his blonde hair dripping in sweat, I can’t help but feel that all too familiar panic set in. Only I really can’t run. I backed myself into a corner, no literally.

“Can I help you with something?” He asks me, giving me curios look.

“No! I’m sorry! I was trying to get away from the crowd and got carried away reading. I'm sorry I’m in the way. I’ll leave.” I say quickly shutting my book and standing up, the words just flooding out of me in a panic.

“No. That’s not what I meant. I just wanted to ask if you wanted a signature.” He tells me and this time I notice his smooth English accent a lot more. “You work at the radio station, right?”

“Yes.” I manage to squeak out. He remembered me from earlier? I was behind the glass. We didn't even interact. He looked at me once.

“I-I um don’t have anything for you to sign, but ah thank you.”

“At least let me give you a pick.” He says, offering out one of his guitar picks in his hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m K.K. by the way.”

I would be rude not to take it, and who doesn’t want a pick from K.K. Downing? so I gently take the piece of plastic from his hand and give him the best smile I can manage.

“Thank you. I’m Alexandra.”

“Not a problem, love.” He tells me with a friendly smile on his face. “I would have given it to you in the crowd at the end but you disappeared.”

I feel a blush creep across my face, he noticed? So he was looking at me? Why would he even be looking at me? I do everything possible to blend into the crowd and not stand out.

“Oh- sorry.” I say, I almost feel bad like I should explain why I suddenly got up and just left. I mean they killed it and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.

“I-it wasn’t because it was bad. I just got uncomfortable because someone was um…chatting me up.” I try my best to explain despite still being slightly nervous and still socially awkward as ever.

“Oh. I’m sorry you couldn’t enjoy the end.” K.K. says to me, “Do you want to meet everyone else? Consider it payment for someone ruining the show for you.”

I know I should no, I’ll probably end up making a fool of myself, but K.K. has been nothing but nice to me. It would be rude not to, not to mention it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. I’ve come this far. I'm sure I can do it.

“Okay.” I smile at him.

“Ladies first.” he says, opening the door right next to the corner I was standing in.

Wait, I was standing next to their dressing room this whole time? No wonder he came up to the weird woman sitting in the corner. I’m also a little surprised this place isn’t swarmed by groupies, unless all the other band members already took them into the dressing room.

I walk into the backstage era and sure enough there are a couple of beautiful blonde girls. The kind that used to pick on me in high school and were cheerleaders and popular.

I suddenly feel very out of place.

I’m nothing like these girls and not nearly as beautiful. I have plain dark hair, and my go-to outfit is jeans, a t-shirt, usually with a band on it and boots or sneakers depending on the time of year. I only ever wear dresses on special occasions and I’d never wear heels.

“Here.” K.K. says handing me a lanyard with a backstage pass hanging on it. “Put this on so no one tries to kick you out.”

I nod and put the pass around my neck, I do so I notice it has a signature on it.

“You signed it.” I say, looking for confirmation from him, I somehow never noticed, though that could be due to me looking at the other girls in the room.

“You said you had nothing for me to sign so yes I did.” K.K. tells me and that’s very sweet actually, I can’t help but smile at that.

“Now let me change real fast and I’ll find their other okay?” K.K. tells me and I nod in acknowledgment, standing up against the farthest wall hoping none of these girls come up to me as K.K. disappears into the back room.

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K.K’s POV

“Where were you?” Rob asks, being his normal nosy self.

“With a girl.” I tell him, as I start removing my trousers.

“Oh, I see.” He says, raising an eyebrow at me. I know exactly what he’s thinking, she’s some groupie or beautiful blonde woman I’m going shag later. Usually he wouldn’t be wrong, yet it’s a bit different.

It was in intention originally, but that changed. Yes Alexandra is pretty, but she’s shy, deathly shy. Struggling to speak to strangers is shy. I could never take advantage of someone like that, especially someone who seems as inexperienced as her.

I’d settle for her number, or maybe a date. Not so much for me even, for her, she deserves it. Especially since she didn’t get to enjoy the end of the show.

“It’s not like that.” I inform him, as I take off my leathers and quickly pull my shirt over my head waiting for the shock from all the lads.

“What do you mean it’s not like that?” Ian pips up from beside me. “I’ve known you ages and it’s never been not about that.”

“She’s not interested in me like that.” I tell him as I pull on my boots.

“When has that ever stopped you?” Ian asks, giving me a very confused look. I choose to ignore that comment, yes I’m pretty president and I like to change a girls mind through flirting but I catch a hint when I’m not wanted.

“Who is this woman?” Rob asks, sounding genuinely curious, and intrigued.

“She worked at the radio station from earlier the one behind the glass.” I tell him, as I pack all my clothes into the wardrobe case for the next show.

“Oh I see.” Rob says.

“She’s very shy, but she missed the end of the show because someone made her uncomfortable so I told her I’d get you to come meet her.” I inform all of them, trying to get the topic off of me wanting to shag Alexandra.

“Fine, we'll meet your future wife.” Ian teases, making me roll my eyes, but I’m not taking that bait.

“Alright follow me.” I say, leading the four of them out into the longue era where Alexandra is standing up against the wall exactly where I left her once.

I smile as I catch her attention and she shyly smiles back. She has a beautiful genuine smile and I must say I like bringing it to her face.

“This is Alexandra.” I say introducing her to the band, because she'll struggle with that, and I want her to feel as comfortable as possible.

“Hello, Alexandra.” Rob greats, with a friendly smile. “Want me to sign that?” He points to the pass I gave her before that already sports my signature.

“That would be nice.” She manages to say.

“We’ll all sign it. I’m Glenn.” Glenn tells her, taking the marker and singing it next after rob finishes.

Alexandra nods in response, and Ian takes it nice and simply offers her a smile clearly catching she isn’t much for talking.

She may not be saying she’s greatful or happy, but it’s showing on her face with that beautiful genuine smile of hers gracing her lips. I can’t help but smile as well at that.

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Alexandra’s POV

All I can think at this moment is how jealous Lara will be that I managed to get backstage, meet the whole band and get their signatures. I can’t help but smile, no matter how nervous I am. I mean this doesn’t happen everyday. How can I not?

I figured since I’m not much of a conversationalist, they’d all quickly move on to the other group of much prettier and chatters blonde. So I can slip out without making things awkward and go find Lara, I’m sure by this point she’s freaking out trying to find me.

Yet K.K. hasn’t left my side yet. I glance over at him, worried if I stare at him it might be rude. Why is he still here?

“Alexandra, I want to ask you something.” He says looking at me, and I turn to face him.

What could K.K. Downing possibly have to ask me? It’s a bit puzzling to me. Did I do something wrong?

“Yes?” I ask nervously.

“We’re here again tomorrow night. Would you like to come?” K.K. asks me, and an hour ago I might have said no considering how this one ended, but now I’m considering saying yes. I’m proud of myself. I’ve managed to talk to four rockstars and not have a panic attack. I think maybe I could handle it.

“I know you don’t like crowds. So I could give you a backstage pass. That way you could sit on the side stage. It’s much quieter and you’ll be alone except for my tech but he won’t bother you. I’ll even give you one so you can bring your friend.” K.K. adds and once again that offer is too kind for me to pass up.

“I’d like that.” I smile at him, “thank you.”

“Anytime. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He says. “I’ll come drop off the passes for you at the radio station.”

I nod.

“I should probably go now. I-I’m sure my friend is worried about me.” I tell him, “also I’ve got to brag to her a bit.” I add a bit of a joke, lifting up the pass.

K.K. laughs. “Just tell her we’ll sign hers tomorrow.”

“I will.” I say as I leave the backstage area feeling on top of the world.

#the bitch writes #judas priest fanfiction #kk downing fanfiction #kk downing x oc

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Pls pray for me so I can get tickets to the Eras tour 😭 also I watched Spider-verse I’m: unwell & I also really love this chapter -Danny

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Listen to: ‘Clocks’ -by Coldplay

xxviii: Homecoming

Cat decided to go and spend the night at Matt's place. The mutant left her apartment using everyday clothes, she'd been Copycat for almost two whole weeks. She also made a point to knock on his door instead of teleporting.

The man welcomed her in with a short laugh. She thought he'd be mad because she hadn't called, but he turned around and spoke to someone in his living room. "You guys are in luck!"

Karen and Foggy's voices came from inside the home causing Cat's heart to jump out of her chest. She beamed and jumped into Karen's arms squeezing her tightly. "Oh my god!"

"I'm so happy to see you!" The woman said. "Where have you been?" Her blue eyes landed on Cat's scars and her smile faltered.

"Take a seat, you have to eat with us it's the law," Foggy handed her a can of regular coke.

"You didn't call," Matt said, though he was smiling as much as the others.

"Well, I'm here," she replied. "Isn't that better?"

"Much better!" Karen exclaimed. "Are you in the mood for Mexican, or..?"

"Whatever you want. I haven't eaten, I was moving back in."

"Back where?" Matt asked promptly.

"The city," she smiled. "I'll stay here for a while."

He understood what she meant. "Good to hear."

"That's amazing! We're hiring, if you're interested," Foggy offered.

Matt laughed. "I don't think she'll have time to work as our secretary, Foggy."

"I'll think about it," she conceded. "But this means you're doing well, I hope?"

"It certainly takes up most of our time, we need someone to help us handle the office," Karen admitted. "I would love to work with you, but Matt's right, you have stuff going on."

The way they were all looking at Cat amused her. They all knew she wasn't a regular woman, but she doubted Karen had disclosed to Matt and Foggy what she suspected, and probably she didn't know about Foggy's discovery.

"Well, I just came back from a mission with Nightcrawler and now he's shipping Billy Russo to prison, so I have an empty schedule at the moment."

"Nice!" Foggy paused. "Wait." He looked at Karen, then at Matt. "She also knows?!"

Karen glanced at him. "You didn't?"

"How long have you known? Always?"

"Kinda," she shrugged. "Cat never confirmed it. I mean..." She looked back at the young woman and smiled. "Copycat?"

Cat laughed and nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

"How did you know?!"

Karen vaguely gestured at her. "Name and hair are kind of the same, only a different color... not like she tries to hide her face either—"

"She always wears that mask, what do you mean?" Foggy demanded.

"All you had to do was look into it," Karen insisted. "We came back and Matt had a new, younger friend with no connections, if you'd asked around you would've known Copycat was in the area during the blip, and Matt doesn't go out of his way to make friends."

The man frowned, grinning as he spoke. "I'm sociable enough."

"Sure you are, Matty," Karen patted the man's knee.

Cat opened her drink and downed it pleasantly. This was the nicest welcome she could've hoped for.

"Well?"

"Russo's not a problem anymore."

"I'm assuming I'm off the hook?"

"You should still be careful. As the CEO—"

"I have my own paranoia to deal with, please stop. Have you talked to Happy?"

"That is one dumb question."

"He knows you're back."

"I expected no less."

"He wants to see you."

"Many people do," she sighed. "I miss him, but I can't visit everyone while Kraven is out there. I have to deal with that first."

"You're still thinking about a new team of Avengers?"

"Well, I know most heroes on earth," she shrugged. "I'll give them a call."

"Kurt called me."

"Did he mention Deadpool?"

"Who's Deadpool?"

"Why did he call you?" Cat changed the subject, she could only imagine the way he'd freak out if he knew about her friendship with the mercenary.

"He says that you liked living in the other universe."

She laughed. "I wonder why he thinks that. I just said it was nice."

"He says that you told him and it sounded like you wanted out of this one."

Cat rolled her eyes. "He's got it wrong!"

"Spider-man existed in that other universe," he added in that voice she'd always hated, the one he used when he was trying to win an argument.

"Yes."

"A Spider-man your age."

Her heart started racing. "I don't care, I don't see why you guys would. It's in the past."

"He was the reason you became who you are now, Stray. Losing him changed you," he pressed, and he wasn't wrong. "You've lost him too many times, it's okay to feel worn out about it when it keeps coming back like that—"

"I didn't lose him 'cause this Spider-man wasn't even mine, to begin with," she scowled. Why were her friends pressing on that subject? "Just because I told Kurt that I would go hang out with that other guy—"

"You are?"

"My point is," she raised her voice in annoyance. "I'm trying my best, Harley. You know how much I love running, but you two coming at me like I'm packing my bags is not helping."

The young man paused, whether he believed her or not she couldn't tell, but at least he sounded a little ashamed when he spoke. "That's not what we're doing. We want to make sure... We're listening."

"I see that," she replied, though she didn't think much about what he meant by that. "And I love you more than I've ever loved any Spider-man."

"I... would like to believe that," he said, and she could almost picture his wistful expression.

He and Kurt had to stop saying that, but she really couldn't blame them. The mutant was well aware of why she'd befriended Harley in the first place, back when she was eighteen. Whom he reminded her of, and even if he didn't remember the boy's name or face, he still knew Spider-man was at the core of everything.

"Keep me posted," he said before ending the call. "I'd like to know how things are going from time to time."

"Same goes for you," she murmured. "G'night, Junior."

"You fought with your friends again?"

She pondered her response. "It isn't a fight when both sides are defending the same thing. They're trying to help, but the way they're doing it is not quite right... Though I change so often they can't keep up..."

"At least you don't decline their help, and I'm sure you're communicating better..."

"Matt," she warned him, and he let out a short chuckle.

"Right, you hate it when I do that... you used to love it when I pointed out the ways you were doing well."

"Looking for approval is no longer trendy," she joked. "I don't want people to treat me like this. I get why Tony got upset every time anyone clapped and cheered when he showed decency. It's a little humiliating."

Matt unbuttoned the first part of his shirt while walking toward his room. "Are you staying the night?"

Her eyes lingered on his back, then she shook her head. "No. I'm going back to my apartment... before I ruin my good streak of exemplary behavior."

He laughed, closing the sliding door so he could change. "Stay strong, Kitty."

She scowled and flipped him off even though there was a wall between them (he'd be able to tell anyway). Cat then seized her jacket and walked away from a half-naked Matthew.

Peter had time to waste, and he asked Cat if she'd like to visit May's grave. They could go to Pietro's after. She agreed.

Peter showed up with a bouquet of white roses, he waved at her as she walked up to him. "I come every week, winter's over so I'll have to change her flowers more often, but if you want to leave some of your own you're welcome to..."

Cat looked up at the trees around them, they were greener than the last time she'd set foot in the cemetery, and it was a pretty sight. When Peter had buried his aunt, her memory had been erased, so she hadn't been there at the funeral, she felt a little guilty about it.

"How've you been holding up?" She asked him.

"I'm okay," he shrugged. "I'm in a hurry most of the time, don't get to sit and think about it. I guess that's good, it keeps me from getting sad."

"Do you have time to enjoy life, though?"

Peter laughed shortly. "Do you?"

Cat grinned. "When was the last time we hung out just to waste time?"

Peter squinted, trying to remember. "I go to a study group but sometimes we get bored and start playing Among Us?"

She snorted. "I don't think that counts."

He sighed. "It's something..."

"Better than nothing," she finished.

Peter stopped in front of his aunt and uncle's grave and stared at it with a pensive expression, he crouched and left the flowers in front of it. "I want to live a worthy life for them, C. That's all I care about." Cat tried not to, but a little giggle left her lips. Without being able to help it, she started laughing out loud. Peter looked up at her with annoyance. "What's so funny?"

"It's absurd," she shook her head. "I had the same conversation with Shuri and she said the same thing... more or less."

"What's wrong with that?" He frowned, still not understanding.

"It's perfectly normal, but what's hilarious is that when I went through it everyone acted like I was losing my goddamn mind for dropping my plans just to honor dead people. I remember you were outraged at the thought—"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up," he lowered his face in embarrassment. "I didn't know how it felt... to lose someone close to you because of what you do... it changes everything."

She patted his shoulder. "You handled it faster and better than I did. I mean, you didn't quit school, and you didn't go on a killing spree. I like to think you learned from me. Makes it all worth it." The word caused something like annoyance to raise up on her chest.

Peter nodded. "I did learn from you, C. I owe you a lot." He stared at his aunt's grave with a soft gaze.

"Worthy," she said, her mind still on the subject. "We throw that word around a lot, all of us," Cat made a face. "Do we even know what we're talking about? Why do we think that means living all alone and broken? Why do we treat that like it's something noble and not just cowardly and incoherent?"

Peter stared up at her curiously, he didn't have a proper answer to that. His mouth blurted out the second thought that came to him. "Any idea of where Kraven is?"

"Probably on his way," she said, eyes still absent. "I'll see him when I see him, I won't give him the pleasure to feel like I'm participating in the hunt."

"Don't you think you're giving him the benefit to take you by surprise? Isn't that a hunter's line of expertise?"

Cat sighed, looking back at him. "What am I supposed to do, Pete? I could go find him, but I don't know... feels like a waste of my time."

"Are you saying you have something better to do than to save your life?" He raised a brow.

"Regrouping the Avengers, finding a place where to train the new heroes... basically rebuild my home and make it better than it ever was," she nudged his leg with one foot. "Would you be interested in that?"

"In getting recruited, or training heroes?"

"Whatever you prefer."

He pondered the options. "Depends."

"On what?"

"If it's not in the city, I won't do it."

She raised a brow. "You sound sure."

"I am."

Cat nodded with an approving smile. "New York's lucky to have you."

"It has you, too."

"I don't stay in places long enough to consider they have me," she wrinkled her nose. "Not my thing."

"You've been here for a decade, though."

"In and out."

"And why do you always come back here?" Peter asked with genuine curiosity.

"I've been thinking about it," she said deep in thought. "I'm home, Peter. My body, and what I do with it. As for why I keep coming back..." Cat grinned. "All the cute people live here."

Peter snorted. "What about L.A? You could live there with Kate and Yelena..."

Cat grimaced. "I don't want to give her false hopes. She would convince herself that we could get back together, that I could have a life with her, she's always been a dreamer..."

"Right," he heaved a sigh. "Keep forgetting you think dreams are useless."

She mumbled a reply. "Not useless. Just unbearable..."

"Cat," Peter stood up again after leaving the flowers, a worried look on his face. "What are you waiting for, really?"

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh," he said, not believing her. "And I don't walk past MJ's coffee shop every day."

Cat looked at him with a smirk. "You do that?"

"I said I don't," he raised a brow, shoving her shoulder playfully as he walked past.

"You're a stalker," she chuckled, following him back to the entrance.

"It's getting late," Peter checked the hour on his phone. When he put it back, the young man placed his arm around her shoulders and walked alongside her, leaning his head on top of hers affectionately for a moment. "C'mon, time to see Pietro..."

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A Ramble: Trinity of Terror Tour Pt II

This is a recount of my experience and my own personal opinions. If you continue to read, you have accepted the incoherent ramblings of a fan.

The moment part two was announced, I quickly got tickets for my best friend and me. An early b-day gift for her! I got us regular floor tickets. I tried going all out for my outfit and my make-up… eh, too basic. I did my best to take photos and try to get on my tiptoes to see anything. I hate being short… Anyway! Here’s my ramble about the concert. Band appearances are in order:

We Came as Romans

I never got into them, but knew they were a big thing back in high school (I’m in my late twenties). I didn’t do any “homework” so I went in blind.They were a pretty cool band, I nodded along to the music. I thought the crowd would be all over them. I was wrong.

The crowd cheered and clapped along! To me, it gave more of a “we’re just being polite ‘cuz you’re the openers!” vibe. That’s normally my vibe. I was just really shocked it felt like everyone was in the same boat. I’m always out of the loop so who knows? Maybe they haven’t been in the scene for a while. The lead singer talked about a former bandmate of theirs that had passed away. Rest in Peace, Kyle!

Black Veil Brides

My second time seeing them live! I’ve been a fan of this band since their Knives and Pens video.So much love to Lonny, the current bassist! He did great! CC always kills it with the drums! Everyone was jumping and singing along! It always warms the inner teen in me to see my faves.

My first time hearing songs from The Phantom Tomorrow live. Coffin. They played Coffin!! I tried so hard to belt out the words cuz that’s one of my favorite songs of theirs!!! Having Andy tell us to scream and shout before playing Fallen Angels, gave me goosebumps! And of course, Knives and Pens will always get my heart.

I was surprised. Not much commentary from Andy. He did ask us if we were enjoying ourselves and thanked us for continuing to support them. And that we should give the middle finger to anyone who teases us for listening to them.

That made me think, “People are still getting picked on for that???”

Motionless In White

Another band that’s my second time seeing live and faves! They all looked great. Oh my fucking god, hearing them is always an eargasm! Hearing songs from STEOTW live? 15/10. It gave me shivers up my spine, and I mean that in a good way. Sign of Life, chef’s kiss! “If there’s a grave behind my eyes, then how do the dead find a sign of life?” When it came to Slaughterhouse… Chris instructed us to scream “Under God!” after he screamed “One Mutilation.” And we fuckin did!!!

Too bad most of the song was ruined for me and others by an attempted crowdsurf. I’ll get into that later.

Again, little commentary from Chris as well. Same as Andy. I’m wondering since it was four bands playing in one night that they were on a time crunch? It did start some time after 6:30.

Masterpiece, Another Life, and Eternally Yours? Always heartstring pullers. I was hoping to get a rose, but apparently we weren’t close enough… Oh well. There’s always next time, right?

Ice Nine Kills

This band I did go in somewhat blind. I listened to what was on the ToT Spotify playlist and… Wow. Where have they been all my life??? INK’s theme is Horrorwood. Their music is based on horror films and I swear to god, if you’re a big fan of those you need to give these guys a listen. Their two albums are The Silver Scream and The Silver Scream 2: Welcome to Horrorwood.

These guys really put on a show! I was not expecting heads getting chopped, a guy with a chainsaw… Like… I LIVE for the theatrics!!! Loved. Them. Unfortunately, we left after the first four songs cuz we wanted to beat the crowd to the merch table. We did come back tho, opting to watch from above. Got to see them play The Shower Scene, and acting out said shower scene from Psycho!

Apparently they played the longest set. But yea I highly recommend this band. So far my faves are Hip to Be Scared, The Shower Scene, and A Rainy Day.

Crowd Experience

I already kinda go into this in my ask post, but I’m gonna go longer here. Overall, I don’t like crowds. I don’t like being around people and too many gets me claustrophobic. But to see a band live, I endure it. Normally I get VIP cuz I’m short and would like to actually see! But couldn’t this time around.

I try not to judge a book by its cover. Keyword: try. There was this group of what I could describe frat douchebag guys who were already drinking and… Yeah. They kept bumping into us. Yes, I know that’s expected at a concert but if you go too hard, I will bump you back! And I ended up having to elbow one of the guys cuz fuck off!! Trying to enjoy the music here!! Eventually there were beer cans and drinks spilled. Had to make sure not to slip (especially wearing Converse).

Now that was during WCAR and BVB. Other than that, crowd was pretty chill. Then when it came to MIW, there were mosh pits starting to happen and fortunately we didn’t get pulled into one. Slaughterhouse started, and this one guy attempted to crowd surf out of nowhere. I didn’t like it. Best friend and I did our best to move him over. The next set of people weren’t able to support him so he ended up getting dropped. Of course everyone around stopped and made sure he was ok.

It kinda ruined the mood for me and others who were excited to hear MIW’s heaviest song from their new album. Best friend said there was a chick who shouted that it ruined the song. MIW didn’t stop playing so they probably didn’t catch what was happening. The guy proceeded to complain that it was bullshit that no one caught him. I get that he’s in pain, but dude… You can’t expect everyone to have upper body strength! That’s one of the risks of crowd surfing!

During the rest of MIW’s set, more crowd surfing happened. I was able to avoid having to touch someone again. Then I think when MIW was done, the guy who got dropped came back and started complaining how come no one had a problem crowd surfing those dudes? C’mon man. That’s ‘cuz this time it was expected! I could’ve sworn someone fell too but whatever.

Apparently, during one of the crowd surfs, a little girl who had been on an adult’s shoulders this whole time, got kicked. Why the hell would you direct a surf toward a child??? Her mom rushed her through the crowd to double check that she was alright. From what I could tell/hear, she was ok. Still not cool. Gotta respect the kids, man.

Another incident, during INK’s set, some guy was being an asshole to women. I mentioned that as well in my ask post if you want to see the link. We didn’t know that had happened because by that time, we left for the merch table. So fuck that guy! From where we could see in one of the upper levels, there were two mosh pits that had formed.

Overall

Experience rating: 3 out of 5

Besides my bitching, I had a great time at the concert! Great to experience it with my long-time best friend! Lots of love to the bands! Became a new fan of INK. Great lineup for a tour called The Trinity of Terror. Really lived up to it. Hope to go to another concert sometime in the future!

P.S: For the love of all that's unholy, please stay home if you're ill and/or have a fever. We don't need people getting infected, especially the bands and crew.

Thank you for reading!

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