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written-on-the-trees · 3 years

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Well Spent Weeks Bring Happy Sleep - Yungblud Fan Fiction

Prompt: Wrapped Up Warm.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1000 words

Summary: Dom is tired after his album's release, and ready to sleep for a week. And his girlfriend is more than happy to join him.

Dom filmed himself falling face down onto the sofa, lifted his head long enough to put it on his Instagram story, simply captioning it with the word ‘night’ before dropping both his phone and his head onto the sofa and closing his eyes,

It had been an exhausting two weeks. First it had been the build up to his new album getting released, which had been filled with anticipation, until the feeling had been practically thrumming through his veins. He hadn’t even been able to sleep the night before the release; he was too wired. Then the album had been released, and Dom had been fuckin’ ecstatic about the BHC loving all the new songs. He’d spent hours on social media, finding out what people thought, even as he was signing things…and he had been signing a lot of things. Too much, according to some people. A lot of people, in fact: people who thought his record label shouldn’t have pushed him to put out as many limited editions and exclusives that then weren’t exclusives, but Dom hadn’t minded. His fans wanted things, and Dom wanted to give his fans what they wanted.

…He was tired, though. Tired to the bone, the kind of tired that made his head feel like it was stuffed full of cotton wool and like he was trying to move through knee-deep mud. It had been an amazing fortnight, but the adrenaline, the excitement, and the lack of sleep had all crashed down around him all at once. His mates had gone home, the party was over, and Dom was ready to sleep for a week.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you don’t want to sleep there.”

Fingers ran through his hair, prompting Dom to look up to where his girlfriend Clem was perched on the arm of the sofa: “Sleepy.”

“I know, but you won’t sleep well on the sofa, will you?”

“…No.” Dom admitted grudgingly, mainly because he was too tired to think up anything that even resembled an argument.

“So let me help you to bed?”

Dom moaned…but allowed Clem to haul him off of the sofa. She was right, after all; all he’d get from sleeping on the sofa was a bad back and a crick in his neck, and with Clem pulling one of his arms over her shoulders, it didn’t seem like such an impossible feat to make it from the living room to their bedroom. Between them, they managed to shuffle out into the hallway, then into the bedroom, and over to the bed.

Clem laughed when Dom flopped down on the bed, groaning like a zombie. She had clearly been expecting him to act like this, as she'd already taken all the blankets off the bed, allowing him to drop straight onto the freshly laundered sheets.

He happily rubbed his face against the soft cotton of the clean sheets, making a satisfied noise low in his throat, while Clem continued laughing sweetly. Dom didn't mind - he knew that, although she was laughing at him, it wasn't malicious. She didn't think his weirdness was a bad thing: she thought it was endearing. She loved him for it, among other things, and that meant a lot to Dom. As did the way she looked after him when, frankly, he was incapable of doing it himself.

Dom knew he didn’t make it easy for himself; he spent too much time worrying about things he couldn’t control, and overworked himself until he was shattered. Far too often, he found himself incapable of functioning…but, these days, Clem was always there when he did that to himself, and tonight was no exception. She pulled Dom’s jeans down his legs, leaving him in his t-shirt, boxers, and pink socks, and wrapped a fluffy blanket around his shoulders, before throwing a duvet over the top, all while Dom buried his face in the pillows.

“Cle-em.” he whined, when it sounded like she was going to leave the bedroom: “Don’t leave me.”

“You want me to come to bed with you, sweetheart?” Clem replied teasingly.

Dom, though, was completely honest when he answered: “Always.”

Clem laughed again, this time sounding more charmed than amused, and although she still left the room, Dom could hear her switching off lights and locking the front door, before she came back into their room, ready to join him.

Dom happily wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders, waiting for Clem to join him in bed.

He wasn’t waiting long; just a minute later, Clem was sliding under the duvet beside him, dressed only in an oversized t-shirt and her knickers, smiling and rubbing her nose against his playfully.

Dom cooed in the back of his throat, pulling Clem in close against his chest, wrapping his blanket around them both under the duvet. Clem allowed it, even snuggled closer to him, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead, before he buried his face in her neck, and peppered kisses against all the skin he could reach without moving his head. It was already getting harder to keep his eyes open, let alone move, but before he passed out from exhaustion…

“I love you, Clementina.”

“I love you too, Dominic.” Clem replied, sounding a little taken aback by his sudden announcement…but that didn’t stop her from squeezing him in a gentle hug as a response: “You’ve done really well these last two weeks, Dom. I mean it - you’ve been absolutely fucking amazing.”

Dom smiled sleepily: “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I don’t know about that.” Clem hummed thoughtfully: “You’re pretty amazing at the best of times, but thank you anyway.”

Dom wanted to argue, but he was too tired. Instead, he pressed just one more kiss against Clem’s neck, before he closed his eyes. Tired as he was, and bundled up warm: wrapped in blankets and with Clem in his arms, it didn’t take long. He was happy as a clam, and out like a light.

He slept like a rock - and when he woke up, Clem was still under the blankets with him, still bundled up against the cold with him, and sleeping peacefully on.

He didn’t hesitate to join her.

#The Trees' Christmas 2020 Writing Collection #The Trees Writes #Yungblud #Yungblud imagine #Yungblud fanfic #Yungblud fan fic #Yungblud fan fiction #Dominic Harrison imagine #Dominic Harrison fanfic #Dominic Harrison fan fic #Dominic Harrison fan fiction

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robincantfunction · 3 years

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50 song prompts list

ik the header image thing is a bit crap, i was going for a scrapbook vibe- idk. i'm going to do different ones for each character.

i've decided this is going to be a slow going side project, i've just not been having the most fred weasley inspiration lately - but that being said this series is my baby and i will finish it one of these days

this will double as a master list once the fic is posted i will link it here. i will also put when the fic is coming if i have scheduled it :)

ok so these are some of my all time favourite songs so imma do this with different characters - feel free to request a character once i've finished with fred weasley :)

and cause - idk im nice? - i made a playlist with these songs :)

porcelain - mxmtoon - y/n has always felt insecure, and on the night of the yule ball it hits her like a wave coming to crash down everything in sight

lvr boy - awfultune - fred and y/n are in a popular band together, and they're dating. the ships get too much and they have to tell their fans. but during an interview someone questions y/n about her racist family. but luckily fred is there for her, her hero. her lover boy.

mine - awfultune - y/n goes off the grid and it worries fred, when in reality she's just denying her feelings.

all the luv in my sick heart - awfultune

ghost of you - 5sos

i found - amber run

if you love her - forest blakk

give me a reason - jillian rossi

enough for you - olivia rodrigo

i will follow you into the dark - (i always listen to the maya folick version- idk i just prefer it)

forever - lewis capaldi

maybe - lewis capaldi

headspace - lewis capaldi

traitor - olivia rodrigo

dancing with your ghost - sasha sloan

burnt out - leanna firestone

hide - leanna firestone

from the dining table - harry styles

cherry - harry styles

woman - harry styles

kiwi - harry styles

hostage - billie eillish

love song - YUNGBLUD

parents - (i had the YUNGBLUD & chloe noone version in mind)

if by chance - ruth b.

dandelions - ruth b.

line without a hook - ricky montgomery

mr loverman - ricky montgomery

motion sickness - phoebe bridgers

ICU - phoebe bridgers

moon song - phoebe bridgers

saviour complex - phoebe bridgers

the night we met - lord huron & phoebe bridgers

one day - tate mcrae

robin hood - anson seabra

it's raining, it's pouring - anson seabra

white air forces - pat

panic room - Au/Ra

ms invisible - lost & found (don't mind me this is just an elite song)

mad hatter - melanie martinez

under covers - sara kays

rich boy - sara kays

cupid's chokehold - gym class heroes

fictional men - PEGGY

my heart - paramore

your new boyfriend - wilbur soot

train wreck - james arthur

can i be him - james arthur

Home in a life. - bo mercer

the end of the world - origional by billie eillish? i think

#robincantfunctions50ficsfor50songs #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley oneshot #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred x reader #fred x you

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Ohh, a fellow aromantic-introvert! 🤍💚🖤

I hope you can be with N together again as soon as possible.♡

Would your answer for the first question be different if it includes fictional characters?

I'm really, really, REALLY passionate about music and, just like you, I'm almost ALWAYS listening to music! My favourite musician is and always will be Yungblud, but right after him, there would the bands Motionless in White and Bring Me The Horizon (if you would like to know more, I've listed my main favourites in my bio). Otherwise, I also enjoy listening to soundtracks, especially from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Greatest Showman, Guardians of the Galaxy, Suicide Squad/Birds of Prey and 10 Things I hate about you. So, I would say that I listen mostly to rock, punk, metal and soundtracks. But that's not everything, my music taste is actually all over the place!

You too?? 🤍💚🖤 Yay! XD

Hmmmm, do you mean the second question? If so, if fictional characters counted... hmmmm... hmmmmmmmmmmm... Its like 5 in the morning here, so... Okay, lets go with Billy (Loomis). I want him to come over and we can watch horror movies and fan XD That would be cool. My horror fan friend doesn't really care for the Childs Play or ANOES movies as much as I do, so I’ll make him watch those with me. Unless he ants to watch something else, in which case I will allow it because he’s a demon boy.

Omg, I haven't heard of any of those bands except Bring Me Th Horizon, but I will totally check them out!! What songs are your favourite and why? Do any of them make you think of Jervis?? Even if they aren't directly about hypnotism or Alice In Wonderland; I’m curious! Any that remind you of particular daydreams with characters?? This is a rich topic haha XD

YAY soundtracks XD Oooh, 10 Things I Hate About You. I actually haven't seen that, but I feel like the soundtrack would be really good.

We can totally bond over rock but yeah I totally agree! Bits and pieces from everything! ^^ No need to block out entire genres when, even if generally you don’t care for it, their might be hidden gems!

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cyberdreamparadise · 3 years

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Adopted by Frank Iero and Jamia Iero (Introduction)

Hi, my name is Zelda and I am 12 years old. I got put up for adoption when I was 10 because my parents weren’t able to take care of me anymore. I have brown hair, hazel eyes, 2 cartilage piercings, 2 lobe piercings, and 1 nose piercing. My favorite bands/solo artists are black veil brides, motionless in white, my chemical romance, 5 seconds of summer, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, twenty one pilots, green day, falling in reverse, I prevail, escape the fate, alien ant farm, panic at the disco, bring me the horizon, maneskin, royal and the serpent, fall out boy, all time low, lustra, the neighbourhood, 3oh!3, pentatonix, melanie mrtinez, billie eilish, machine gun kelly, yungblud, and corpse.

My hobbies are drawing, painting, sketching, listening to music, writing music, writing fan fiction, softball, baseball, volleyball, cheerleading, gymnastics, hockey, soccer, and basketball. All of the children make fun of me because they think I’m different from everyone else. It hurts me but I usually don’t let it get to me. Well I have to go back to my life which is hell at the orphanage.

#frankiero #jamiaiero #raytoro #gerardway #mikeyway #mychemicalromance

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boring-side-effect · 3 years

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tagged by: @kavinsgay thanks )

last song i listened to: kinda a weird question.. it's yungblud's last album currently opened on Spotify

last film i watched: i think Prom (the musical), but it was kinda mediocre. also the animated Soul and that was fucking fantastic! highly recommended 👌

currently watching: Chilling Adventure of Sabrina (and there's a shit ton of unfinished series I'm not gonna dive there)

currently reading: honestly, fan fictions!! (andreil, kavinsky in all combinations 😏 and a bit of robbe x sander). God save the fanfic writers! (I did started rereading Red white and royal blue few month ago but haven't finished yet. And I'm seriously considering to reread AFTG)

craving: peace and quiet in my head and in the apartment😑 alcohol🍸

tagging: @bpddont @libertatemsstuff @thoughts-n-rants @two-wizards-in-a-trench-coat

#me #fanfics #andreil #joseph kavinsky #🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

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socialanxiety-queen · 3 years

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I wish people would stop hating on Megan with the “he’s better with Halsey” shit. You’re not fans of either if you haven’t stopped to open your eyes and ears to what they’ve said in their own words. I’m all for shipping, but when you start to say that you’d rather he be with someone he has never been inlove with and are spamming his social media comment sections with it is basically disrespectful and disregarding his feelings.

Halsey wrote Finally/Beautiful stranger for Dominic Harrison aka Yungblud because he was the first person she had ever felt the need to write an actual love song without a punchline:

If she had been in love with MGK wouldn’t he of been the one she made a love song about? So why are people pushing so hard for something between them?

Not to mention MGK also said this:

As seen in the screenshots above, Colson has confirmed he was never inlove with his past ex’s. He has found the meaning of that word in Megan, he didn’t find it in Halsey. So why would you guys want to push them together if they never felt that to begin with? Why is it so pleasing to hope two people who aren’t in love with each other, be forced together to make you happy? Shipping is 100% fine I do it too but shipping something is fiction, finding moments in things MGK/Halsey do is for your fictitious ship. But taking those moments and using them to comment on their social media’s like your observations for your ship are facts is too far, your pushing it down their throats because you can’t stand your ship isn’t a reality anymore. Be more kind and stop harassing Colson, Megan and Halsey over a ship that has sailed awhile ago.

#megan fox #machine gun kelly #colson baker #halsey #let them be happy #ship what you want but don’t harass them #shipping is fun till people make it toxic #mgk x Megan fox #Colson Baker x Megan Fox #I simp all three they are beautiful people

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emgkheadcannons · 4 years

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Hurt kells headcanons?

Hurt Kells Head Cannons

I don’t know if you mean physically, emotionally, or mentally, so let's see where this goes. Well it turned out really long and is more a fanfiction I’m sorry. So the story under the cut, WARNING, part of it is really sad, and brief mentions of suicidal thoughts. It’s a happy ending though. Okay enjoy.

Well it turned out really long and is more a fan fiction I’m sorry.

Kelly is always hurting himself and Em is right behind him making sure he is okay. Kelly loves the attention and pampering, and Eminem is pretty sure Kelly is making him go gray.

Kelly is hazard prone. He has broken his arm running over parked cars, while drinking, cut his chest with a broken Jameson bottle, leaving scars, and has been hit by a double decker bus when he was in London. Kelly does a lot of reckless things all the time, he just gets back up, dust himself off, and continues on, even when he shouldn’t.

Kelly does not like not being able to do something, or having to slow down or worse having to have others slow down for you because he is hurt, but most of all he hates the useless feeling he gets from being injured. Sitting around, getting nothing done, depending on someone else for things.

It’s not so bad when he is with Em. He doesn’t feel like a burden, or that Em is only being nice to him because he has to. He is Eminem, Rap God, Slim Shady, if he doesn’t want to do something he doesn’t have to. So Em choosing to help him, check on him constantly, and genuinely want to be with him, makes Kelly feel

Eminem actually likes taking care of Kelly. He wishes he could dote on him all the time, not just when Kelly is hurting. Em is various about injuries and illnesses. He doesn’t mess around, and while he loves being able to dote on Kelly, he won’t let him get away with some of his usual antics.

When Kelly gets hurt for doing something stupid like flipping over the back of the couch, or jumping off the roof of a car, you can bet Em Lectures the Hell out of him, after making sure he’s okay. Then he cuddles the hell out of his stupid boyfriend.

It is one thing if Kelly gets hurt doing something stupid, it’s another if someone hurts Kelly. Em is very protective of his people, and Kelly is one. When a shitty reporter goes too far, making Kelly self conscious, Em hits back hard, black listing them from a ton of events, and getting other artists to refuse interviews with them.

Kelly’s interview on Hot Ones made EM so mad. Watching his idiot boyfriend eat those hot wings, when they both know they are mild taco bell guys, is frustrating. Kelly is hurting himself, Em can’t stop him, and when he gets home his stomach will probably be upset. At least Em will get a night in with Kelly, even if it’s him watching a movie with Kelly, rubbing his back, while the blond chugs Pepto Bismol.

Mentally

Kelly struggles with depression and anxiety. He is doing better now, but there is only one way to go when you hit rock bottom, and Kelly hit it back in 2018.

Kelly was mentally hurt at the end of 2018, after EM’s diss track came out, and it seemed like the world hated him. He could barely go outside without someone telling him how Em wiped the floor with him. He had people following him, threatening him, some even attacked him. He was worried about not only being booked, but also being able to perform, with how hostile people were being. Kelly was worried about Cassie being with him. What if someone decided to go after him, and she got caught up in it? He couldn’t live with himself if something happened to her, especially if it happened because of him

Kelly kept busy shooting movies, writing music, and whatever he could think of, to keep his mind from spiraling. Thinking those dark thoughts. ‘Would Cassie be better off without me? Would everyone be better off without me? What if I don’t get another gig, or role? How will I support her? …...Would anybody miss me?’

Kelly fell into depression, and his anxiety got out of control. Getting out of bed became a chore, and the crushing fear of failing everyone, made him wonder why he should even try if he was probably going to fail. He was able to get himself going most days, but the constant anxiety was draining, and he turned to alcohol, and drugs harder the weed to numb the feeling, which worked for a while. The problem is he had to use a little more every time to numb the pain.

Becoming good friends with Pete Davidson and Dominic ‘Yungblud’ helped Kelly out a lot. He drank less, it was easier to get out of bed, and the crushing anxiety of living quieted down but they didn’t go away. It wasn't until Eminem found him during a panic attack, at a festival they were both performing at that things began to change.

Eminem was wandering around the performers area one evening, close to some of the tour buses, when he heard something. He had nothing going on and wanted to find out what was making that noise. As Em got closer to the source of the sound, he saw a figure hunched over on themselves. He realized that it was a person, and it looked like they were having trouble breathing. Eminem rushed over to see if he could help. Kneeling down next to the person, Em sees that it is Machine Gun Kelly, and it looks like the kid is either having a panic attack, or a really bad trip.

Taking a deep breath, Em wrapped an arm around the other rapper's shoulders, trying to steady him, before he started talking “Hey, can you hear me? I need you to listen. It will all be okay. I need you to calm down. Take a deep breath.In, and out, in, and out.” The kid was responding but not as much as he would have liked. Making a decision, Em sat down in the grass, and pulled Kelly into his lap. It was a little awkward, but he made it work. “Alright Colson listen to me. I want you to match my breathing. Ready, in, and out. In, and out.” Em was finally getting the response he wanted, the guys breathing was slowing down, and becoming less erratic. “Okay, that's it. Just breath. It’s okay.” He didn’t smell any alcohol on his breath, so at least he wasn’t drunk, but he could still be high.

Eminem looked around and noticed that his tour bus was only two buses down. He couldn’t leave the kid here, and his band mates would most likely make it worse, so the last option was to take Machine Gun Kelly to his bus. He hated being so responsible. He didn’t even like the kid, but helping him was the right thing to do.

Eminem stood up, dragging Kelly up with him. He got under Kelly’s arm to help support him, but their height difference made it hard. Em gave up about three steps in, and just picked the guy up, carrying him the rest of the way. The older rapper noticed that Kelly was light, probably too light for someone his size. Em began to worry about what was going on with him.

Once safely inside his bus, Eminem placed Kelly on his couch. He pulled out his phone and called Paul. He needed more information before he goes any further.

He got his answers.

Apparently he has been receiving death threats lately, and someone broke into his tour bus tonight. The kid hadn’t gone out partying in a while, and seemed to be out of the public eye as much as possible.

Em turned to look at the younger rapper, and really looked at him. Kelly’s eyes had dark circles around them, like he hadn’t been sleeping, and his skin looked pale and ashen. His face was gaunt, like he wasn’t eating well. His nails were chewed short and were unpainted. Looking at his outfit wasn’t his usual put together, fashionable self. He looked like shit.

Marshall could tell that Colson was broken, he just didn’t know that he had a hand in breaking him.

Kelly wasn’t bad at ignoring what other people say, he just wasn’t the best at it, and if you paired that with how his life had been going for the past few months, it was pretty damn hard to ignore everything. The fact that Eminem, his rival, his idol, the man he liked, the man who destroyed him, found him during a panic attack, made him feel even worse. Crying in front of the man was just icing on the cake, of the shit show he called life. He had hit rock bottom and he knew it. Eminem knew it, and soon everybody else would.

The shocking thing was that Eminem didn’t go after him. He didn’t insult Kelly, didn’t use his panic attack against him. He didn’t throw Kelly out once he had calmed down. Instead the guy let him stay the night. He even offered to help Kelly.

Kelly was wondering if he was hallucinating. After all that has happened, after everything he has done why would Eminem offer him help. He didn’t know whether to trust the older rapper or not, but he has already lost so much, what else does he have to lose?

Emotionally

Trusting Eminem was the right thing for Kelly to do. They publicly squashed their beef, and that really helped with people coming after him, and the death threats have slowed down a lot. It didn’t end there though. Em convinced him to see someone about his depression and anxiety, which now that he knows that he has, he has a better handle on them. He has given up all his drugs, except weed. This is the cleanest he has been in years. He now drinks occasionally, and when he wants, rather than feeling like he had to drink or high to function.

Another benefit of trusting Eminem is that Kelly and Eminem were becoming friends. Em saw that Kelly was going down the same path he was years ago until Uncle Elton intervened, and now he was doing the same for Kelly.

Everything was going pretty well until Eminem realized that unlike him and Elton, he had feelings for Kelly, and that was a problem. How could he help him if he wants to date him. Only a few people know that Em is bi with a preference for men. He couldn’t tell Kelly. So Em does the dumb thing and starts to pull away.

Kelly was starting to feel like he was getting his life back together, and was doing well. But with all things in Kelly’s life something has to go wrong.

It starts with him and Em not hanging out as much, but Kelly just tells himself it’s because he is probably just busy. Then Em starts canceling plans on him. Their text conversations get shorter and shorter. The final piece is when Kelly finally gets to visit him, after months of trying, Em basically ignores him, won’t look at him, and practically dismisses him.

Kelly can’t take this rejection, not after everything that has happened. He makes it halfway down the hallway when his legs give out, and he starts to cry quietly. He is going over everything in his head trying to figure out what he did wrong.

He doesn’t know how long he is there on the floor, crying, when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Why are you on the floor? Why are you crying” Em asks, wiping away a tear.

“I'm sorry.”

“Why are you sorry.”

“I...I don’t know.” Kelly sobs while tears run down his face. “I’m so sorry. I don’t … don’t know what I did to make you so mad at me. Please..hic...please don’t hate me”

Eminem is shocked. Why did Kelly think he was mad at him let alone hate him. Em was so confused.

“I’m sorry.” Kelly kept on repeating between sobs.

Em did the only thing he could think of. He scopes Kelly up in his arms and takes him to his bedroom, placing Kelly on his bed, and wraps him up in his comforter. Kelly continues to apologize and sobs the whole time this is happening. When he finally quiets down, Em is holding him, like he did when Kelly had his panic attack months ago.

“What did I do wrong?” Kelly rasps, voice hoarse from crying.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, but you haven’t done anything wrong, and I’m not mad at you.” Em replies.

“Then why don’t you like me anymore. You helped me get my life back together, and we were like friends, but then you started avoiding me, canceling on me, and today you ignored me and then dismissed me, like I was nothing. I don’t understand. I thought we were friends.”

“We are friends, Kelly I promise. You have done nothing wrong. I did something wrong.”

Kelly was so confused. The look he was giving Eminem was adorable and pitiful; it makes Em’s feel terrible for how he treated Kells. Looking back he can see why Kelly thinks he hates him. With a heavy sigh, Em makes himself more comfortable before telling Kelly the truth.

“Not a lot of people know this but I am bisexual, and the reason I was avoiding you was because I have feelings for you. You don’t need me around wanting you when you are trying to make yourself better. I thought it would be better if I removed myself, but I clearly didn’t think how it would look to you. I’m sorry.”

Kelly buries his face in the junction of Em’s neck. He can feel the tears, from the other man, falling onto his collar bone. Kelly mumbles something that Em can’t make out.

“I’m sorry Kelly I couldn’t understand what you said.”

“Do you still like me?” Kelly asks a little louder.

EM takes a deep breath, and breaths out before replying.

“Yes, Kell-”

“Colson. My real name is colson.”

“Yes Colson, I still like you.”

“You really hurt me, Em-”

“Marshall. If I get to call you Colson, you can call me Marshal.”

“You really hurt me Marshal. I thought I had done something to make you hate me. I thought I was going to go back to how I was. Drinking and being high to just get through the day.”

“I’m so sorry Colson. I promise I won’t ever do that again.”

“That’s good, because I like you too.”

After clearing everything up between them, and working on their communication, Em and Kelly start dating.

(Using there real names are for serious, and super important moments)

Physically

A few months into their relationship, things are going well for them, and the people important to them know they are dating. Most took it well, and the few that didn’t (Rook), didn’t like it because they don’t like one of them (Rook still hates Eminem). Most people have stopped bothering Kelly for the beef, and the death threats have basically stopped.

Kelly had just finished his final concert in Detroit, and a whole week off to visit with his boyfriend, before he had to be somewhere. All they had to do was pack up the equipment, and make sure everyone was good then Kelly could head out.

About thirty minutes past midnight Kelly is heading to his car, when he gets jumped. Three guys come out of the shadows and corner him. Before he could say anything, never mind hand over his wallet, he gets punched in the gut. They continue to wail on Kelly, punching and kicking him, as he struggles to get away. Once beaten to a bloody mess, the men stop. He hears one of them say “that’s what a bitch like you gets for coming to Eminem’s town.” He always knew Detroit was dangerous, but he never thought he would be beaten up for his beef with Em after they ended it, especially after they started dating. He laid there for a moment trying to get up. His whole body hurt. He was bleeding from a few different cuts, his head really hurts, and his vision is blurry. He doesn’t know the extent of his injuries, but he hopes that he won’t need a cast.

When he finally gets into a sitting position, he sees his phone a few feet away, and miraculously it only has a few cracks on the screen from him dropping it. He calls Em, to come and get him.

Em rushes to Kelly. He brings his security too, to make sure no one else jumps Kelly. EM drives them to the hospital to have him checked out; his boy doesn’t look good.

Kelly is worse for the ware but he will be okay; it could have been much worse. He is covered in cuts, and bruises. He needs 4 stitches for a gash on his back, and gets his nose reset. Beside those injuries Kelly ends up with cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, two broken fingers, a badly sprained ankle, and the doctor confirms he has a concussion. The antiseptic hurt like a bitch, but it’s when they pop his shoulder back in place that he starts to tear up. The doctors agree to release Kelly into Em’s care, with strict orders on what the blond could and couldn’t do, and a few different prescriptions.

Eminem is beyond furious. Some dipshits thought they could jump his boy, beat the shit out of him, and get away with it. Fuck no. He will deal with them later. He wants blood but Kelly needs him right now. He sends two of his guys though to find out what they can.

It’s after four am when they get home. Em carries him up the stairs and tucks him into bed, careful of his injuries. He pulls the curtains tight, and makes sure the room only has a soft, dim light. He reviews the doctor's notes on how to take care of his boyfriend, and puts Kelly’s meds on the bedside table. Em checks the mini fridge in his room is stocked up on water and Gatorade. Once he feels good that he has done everything he could for now, he sets an alarm to wake Kelly up in an hour, and joins him on the bed.

Kelly wants to sleep most of the morning, but his boyfriend keeps waking him up.

“I know you want to sleep sweetheart but you have a concussion. You can go back to sleep in a minute okay. Come on pet.” This goes on until nearly three. Kelly is still tired, but he hurts all over, and his head is killing him.

Em is sitting on his bed, his back against his headboard, with his legs stretched out in front of him. Kelly’s head is pillowed in his lap, and he is carding his fingers gently through the blond hair. A notebook on his other side, so he can write some lyrics.

“Hey Em, I’m kinda hungry.”

“Does anything sound good to you?”

“Not really, sorry”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’ll figure something out. Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah you don’t have to worry about me.”

Em untangled himself from Kelly and headed to the kitchen. He had thought ahead and ordered some chicken soup, and already had the good bread from the bakery Kelly likes, for his visit. He passes on the sweet treats he had ordered with the bread. Kelly’s stomach is probably not up to it, but he does snag a banana before heading back up.

Kelly is right where he left him. If it wasn’t for all of the bandages he would have thought his boyfriend had dozed off. Kelly should be up, chatting his ear off, doing something ridiculous, and generally just moving about. It broke his heart to see him like this.

For the next few hours Em resumes gently, petting Kelly’s hair, and softly talks to him, about anything he could think of. Kelly isn’t really listening, but Em didn’t expect him to. Kelly does fall back asleep later, and the older rapper gets to work.

He takes his phone out, pulling up Paul’s contact, and seeing if he has any news, on the guys who attacked Kelly. He’s not really expecting much, but is hoping for something good. Paul messages him that there is some grainy security footage and the police have a few leads. It was better than Em expected, but not as good as he was hoping for. He then checks in with the two men he sent out this morning. Their news is a little better. They think they have the name of one of the men.

Em would love nothing more than to beat the shit out of these pieces of shit, but he keeps himself in check. He has to be smart about this, beating the shit out of them would only make him feel better, not Kelly, and if he throws a punch, they could sue him, and it could make things messy for Kelly and him. People would want to know why he would go to such lengths for the blonde.

He gets up, making sure Kelly will be okay for a bit before heading to his office to make some calls.

Kelly wakes up, and is confused. His head really hurt, and his body felt like a giant bruise. It all came back, the concert, the attack, the hospital, and Em. He reaches an arm out, trying to feel where his boyfriend was. When he couldn’t feel anyone, he opened his eyes, which wasn’t great. Even the very dim light hurt his eyes, making his headache even worse, and his vision was still blurry. He shut his eyes quickly, trying to make the pain stop. Where was Em? Kelly didn’t know what to do. Em had left him by himself, and he was hurting so bad.

‘Was Em upset with him? For being such a burden? For being so weak that he couldn’t defend himself? Does Em even want to be with someone so useless?’ Kelly knew that these thoughts weren’t true but his head hurt and he couldn’t concentrate. He had to do something though. Anything but lay there, with his thoughts sprilling.

Kelly gingerly pushes himself up into a sitting position, careful of his shoulder and ribs. It wasn’t great but it was better. He then scoots to the side of the bed and tries to stand up. It takes a few tries, but he does manage to stand up, leaning heavily on the bed side table. He takes a few steps toward the bedroom door, before his knees give out, and he crumples to the floor. Tears begin to well up in his eyes from the physical pain, and from the feeling of complete failure. Not only was he in more pain now, he couldn’t even make it to the damn door. His thoughts came back, even worse. Kelly’s breaths began to grow quickery, and shallower the longer he lay on the floor, panicking over what Em seeing him, and realizing how useless he was.

Em had finished up his phone calls, and was heading back to Kelly, when he heard a weird sound. He knows that sound, but couldn’t remember where he heard it before, then it hits him. It’s almost the same sound he heard Kelly making, the night he found Kelly, having a panic attack.

“Shit” Em says, as he rushes to the door of his room, opening it quickly, to see Kelly, curled up on the floor, tears running down his face, and breathing very fast and shallow. Not wasting a moment, Em kneels down, gently scooping Kelly up into his arms, before heading to the bed. He sits down holding the injured man close, making sure not to aggravate any of his injuries more than they already had been, and gently starts rubbing circles on his back.

“Shh it’s okay, Colson. You are okay. I’m here. I promise I won’t leave again.” Em says, trying to calm the younger man down.

Kelly falls asleep like that, in Eminem’s arms. His boyfriend doesn’t know why Kelly tried getting up, or what triggered his panic attack, but he’s going to ask him when he wakes up.

Kelly ends up spending the next two weeks with Em in Detroit, being doted on. Em hardly left his side, after the incident. The first few days were ruff. Em was waking him up every few hours because of his concussion; he was sore and didn’t want to move. His medicine was hard to keep down. Also his concussion made him dizzy, and nauseous; his vision would sometimes get blurry, and his head almost always hurt. Em was with him, helping him do everything, which made Kelly feel like dead weight, and doubt his self worth, but Em saw the signs. Em was there when the younger man was at his lowest, he knew the signs of Kelly’s depression and anxiety, and was always watching for them. He made sure that Kelly knew that he was not a burden, that there was no way he blamed the blond for the attack, that he still wanted him around, that he wasn’t useless, and that he still loved Kelly.

Em would change his bandages, treat his wounds, help him around the house, and just take care of him. Whenever Kelly was hungry, Em brought him food he could handle, and he enjoyed, like the garlic tomato soup, and skyline chili. They also discovered that Em likes hand feeding Kelly, as much as Kelly likes being fed. Em always wants Kelly to eat more, and if hand feeding the blond then it is a win, win in his eyes.

When Kelly would say that he was sore the older rapper would run him a bath. The warm water felt good to his achy body. Em wouldn’t put any of his bath stuff in the water, worried it might aggravate something, but he did join Kelly a few times.

Em kept him away from electronic screens as much as possible, but by the end of the two weeks, Kelly really wanted his phone back. He knew looking at his phone, and watching tv was bad for his concussion but he wanted to mindlessly scroll through instagram, see the new drama on twitter, and catch up with everything going on.

The best part was when Em would sit with him most of the day. Sometimes he would literally sit with Kelly, sometimes with Kelly in his lap, and work on verses, other times he would cuddle Kelly, telling him about what's going on with friends, and people in general. Em holding him, petting his hair, checking on him, and even simply being near to make sure he was doing okay, made Kelly feel better. These actions made Kelly feel cherished, pampered, and loved, and for once didn’t feel terrible about being taken care of. He was learning the difference between being a burden, and being taken care of, and he liked it.

Em loved that Kelly was seeing the difference between wanting to doting on him, and being forced to take care of him. Hopefully Kelly continues to let Em take care of him, even when he’s not hurt. Slow days at home together, being domestic are his favorite.

Note: EM’s feeding thing is a mix between his own body image issues, wanting Kelly to be healthy, and him actually enjoying feeding Kelly.

#emgk #hurt au #send me asks

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emoree-tumbls · 4 years

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10 Song Challege

Top 10 songs you can't stop listening to

Tagged by the beautiful @theatre-steph 💕

1. Words Fail by Ben Platt from Dear Evan Hansen

I've literally been listening to this song on repeat for a week.

2. Dance Monkey by Tones and I

3. Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi

4. The Man by Taylor Swift

5. Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

6. Burn The House Down by AJR

7. loneliness for love by lovelytheband

8. Kids In The Dark by All Time Low

9. This Is The Best by USS (Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker)

10. I Think I'm OKAY by Machine Gun Kelly, YUNGBLUD, Travis Barker

All of these songs have inspired concepts for my 7+ fan fiction ideas. I have SO MANY more, but these are the ones I've been really attached to recently.

If you'd like to check out my playlists for, well, everything: https://open.spotify.com/user/1273801918?si=ZTYmMc6FRti2NeDFvLSruw

Tagging @the-barefoot-cxntessa @enduresurvive12 @nakey-cats-take-bathsss @theswordofpens @theladyofsupernatural @tributes-vamps-and-ginnyweasley @onlythegoodieyoung

#10 songs #tag game #lewis capaldi #tones and i #ben platt #taylor swift #ajr songs #lovelytheband #all time low #uss #machine gun kelly #yungblud #travis barker #songs on repeat #inspiration #Spotify

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queeraswolf · 3 years

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bRules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @reggietheghost

Name: Jack

Gender: Identifying as male but i am non conforming in style of dress.

Star sign: Gemini

height: 4'11/9?

Time: 6:55 eastern time usa

Birthday: june 18th

Favourite bands: three days grace, korn, night club, depeche mode, static x, stuff from the baroque period of time, no doubt, in this moment, TLC, queen, garbage, bloody wood, brian setizer, bring me the horizon, i am all over the place.

Favourite solo artists: YUNGBLUD!, adam lambert, bowie, elton john, avril lavgine, billie ellish, dorian electra, lady gaga lewis bisett, troye sivan, gwen stefani, miley cyrus ,

again all over.

Last movie: After We Collided.. ( Oh yes.. i did watch that .... ;) )

Last show: Chilling adventures of sabrina the fourth and sobbing, last season.. not all done, i dont wanna be done.

When did I create this blog: orginally it started out as me a way to like certain stuff, then the new policies clicked in, and it was bad but i also wanted friends, and i gained more family than I did friends.

What I post: orginal works , fandom shit, whatever.

Last thing I googled: where one of my packages for my health conditons was..

Other blogs: my personal one on one rpg accounts and a hidden one for the people who will understand a certian part of me i don’t advertize..

Do I get asks: usually its bots.. :( i hope to get more of you all on here really asking i wanna make more friends i can call family really.

Why I chose my url: it was given to me by a dear friend i still call family, no idea where he is now, but i miss him. barry if you are out there thank you for all you did I love ya brother., I truly am QueerAsWolf ( combined queer as folk and.. well cause duh?)

Following: i have no idea, i follow sims stuff too but really only if i truly like the person i follow it, i have pirotities.

Followers: dunno

Average hours of sleep: varries

Instruments: I make my own with random items and its obnxious noise.

What am I wearing: white with black stripes tank top, and black boxers.. you asked, i told....

Dream job(s): Voice over artist.

Dream trip: I’d like to visit the ones i really have made into family .. and problem is i’d never leaVe.

Favourite food: i like fusing things together so its hard to say.

Nationality: fillpino.. no jokes eh? i’ll make em myself thanks .

Favourite song(s): I really don’t wanna link my spoifiy.. ;) too many on there man.

Last book I read: fan fic counts.. it always does, don’t let anyone tell you diffrent!, I was reading some medical stuff.. and other stuff.

Top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: ha, i’m dead in all of them so i really couldn’t say, i am gonna fuse them all too.

Tagging: @lillindyloo,@Crowboy @zoofitness@hbiccjsblog

@friendlybandersnatch and others. so many of you i really wanna get to know!

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written-on-the-trees · 4 years

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Yungblud Fan Fiction - Protego

Prompt: Wizard (meaning it’s the Hogwarts AU nobody asked for)

Word-count: 1625 words

Warnings: none

Description: It's hard being a muggle-born wizard at Hogwarts at the moment, since the school's been taken over by pureblood-supremicists, but Dom's determined to do his best to carry on as normal. Thankfully, he has help.

Dom looked both ways before exiting the Hufflepuff common room.

Hogwarts wasn’t as safe as it used to be. Inside his house’s common room, he wasn’t in any danger; Hufflepuffs were inclusive by nature, but the rest of the school? Not so much. The place was being run by bloody Death Eaters, and even if Snape had ‘officially’ ordered that no students were to be targeted for unnecessary punishment, the Carrows had decided that people muggle-born - or a mud-blood, as they constantly spat at people who weren’t from wizarding families - was enough reason for a punishment to be ‘necessary’.

And Dom was muggle-born.

Muggle-born, and rapidly becoming aware that nowhere other than the Hufflepuff common room and dorms were safe. If it wasn’t the Carrows, it was the children of the Dark Lord’s Death Eaters, and if it wasn’t either of those two, then it was whichever student was looking to get on the Carrows’ good sides by throwing a bit of abuse at students who couldn’t (or weren’t allowed to) fight back. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, it didn’t matter - generally it was only Hufflepuffs that could be trusted, and even with some of them, Dom wouldn’t want to be around without his other housemates, just in case. There were exceptions to every rule, after all.

Including the idea that most Gryffindors held that all Slytherins were on the side of the Carrows and the Dark Lord.

“Good morning, Harrison.”

Turning round, Dom smiled when he saw who’d spoken out to him.

He was always happy to see Delphine Prewett. She was Slytherin’s star student, the embodiment of everything they wanted a witch to be. Powerful, smart and sly, beautiful and elegant, and - perhaps most importantly to the people who decided what the embodiment of a Slytherin witch was - a Pureblood. She was popular, got top marks in all her classes, was an immediate choice to be made a Prefect in her fifth year, and had been Slytherin’s Quidditch Captain until she stepped down to be Hogwarts Head Girl at the beginning of this year.

When Delphine walked through the halls, the crowd parted like the Red Sea. When she spoke, rooms went quiet. When she made up her mind, no-one tried to change it.

And she’d decided that she liked him.

She was the best the school had to offer, and she had decided that she liked him.

Dom had gotten so fucking lucky.

With Delphine around, no-one challenged him over his blood status

“Hi, Delphie.”

Delphine didn’t smile at the nickname, but she allowed it, and that alone told Dom she liked it - because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t hesitate to let him know: “I thought we could walk to breakfast together.”

“That’d be great - maybe we could talk about the charms homework? I think I’ve got a good idea but I wanted to see what you thought…”

As always, Delphine was more than happy to listen to Dom ramble about his potions essay. He was no slouch when it came to any of his classes, but he had a tendency to go on tangents. Talking about what he was going to write down - and letting someone tell him when he was getting off topic - was really helpful. Delphine listened patiently as they sat at the Hufflepuff table, buttering slices of toast for both of them while Dom went through how he thought he was going to lay his essay out, writing notes on a scrap of paper about what was he was keeping, what he wasn’t keeping, and any additions Delphine thought might get him some extra marks.

Of course, because of what Hogwarts was like this year, the peace and quiet didn’t last long.

Helena Rookwood, a Ravenclaw student with a Death Eater father, appeared right behind Dom, sneering at him when he turned to look at her, and glaring at Delphine in a mixture of confusion and derision.

“Why are you sitting over here, Prewett? And more importantly, why are you sitting with that?”

Delphine looked up at Helena with a cold expression: “I beg your pardon?”

Most people would’ve recognised the icy tone Delphine was using as one of warning and backed down, but although she had the thirst for knowledge that seemed to characterise Ravenclaws, Helena seemed to struggle with retaining important knowledge like what happened when witches like Delphine lost their temper: “Harrison’s a mudblood - and a Hufflepuff mudblood at that. Why on earth would you waste your time sitting with him.”

“I don’t define a person’s worth on things like their house or incidental traits like blood status. After all, you are Ravenclaw and a pureblood,” Delphine sneered: “yet you are completely worthless.”

Helena seemed taken aback, her mouth hanging open like a fish. Dom was struck with the urge to tell her she was not a codfish, but he knew better than to antagonise her right now. Delphine was basically untouchable - so if Helena was going to lash out, she was going to lash out at Dom. And given her quick temper, it was pretty likely she was going to end up trying to get back at him for what Delphine had said. Dom didn’t need to upset her any more than she already had been.

As it was, Helena spluttered and glared, slowly went red in the face, but Delphine didn’t take mercy on her by dismissing her. She remained in her seat, looking at Helena with a raised eyebrow, waiting for either to respond or slink away in defeat. But Helena did neither.

Dom grew increasingly nervous as the silence dragged on. With Amycus Carrow watching on with narrowed eyes from his position at the teacher’s table, Dom didn’t dare draw his wand. He was lucky that it hadn’t been taken away by the Ministry yet - if it got confiscated by Amycus, he’d never get it back. Even if Helena drew hers first, Dom would be punished for dueling if he fought back…meaning he’d be relying on Delphine to defend him.

He had no doubt that she could - probably better than he could defend himself - but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous. He waited for something to happen, but the two girls just watched each other over the top of his head, waiting for the other to make their move. The stand-off seemed to drag out forever…

…but then Helena drew her wand.

“Confri- ”

“Protgeo!”

Delphine rose to her feet - but didn’t draw her wand. She didn’t need to.

I didn’t know she was so good with wandless magic.

The shield charm was so strong it sent Helena stumbling backwards before she fell onto her arse.

Delphine stood, leaning forwards to brace her hands on the table so she could look down her nose at where the other girl was sprawled inelegantly on the floor, her eyes watering as she looked back up at Delphine and tried not cry.

“Are you finished?” Delphine sneered, not taking it easy on Helena - despite having already beaten her.

“Why are you standing up for him? He’s a mudblood!” Helena wailed.

“And you’re a bigoted cu- ”

“Is everything okay here?”

All three of them turned to look at Alecto Carrow. The short, stocky woman was glaring down at Helena, her face wearing its usual pinched expression.

Helena didn’t wait to be told to get to her feet; all the students knew better than to let either of the Carrows see you down, in case they decided to kick you while they were…literally or figuratively. Even the students who believed in the same rhetoric as they did weren’t safe, especially from Alecto. She liked hurting people, and she didn’t care who her victims were as long as she was infliction pain.

Dom and Helena ducked their heads, but Delphine looked the other woman straight in the eye as she spoke.

“Yes, thank you Professor Carrow.”

“Make sure that it is, Prewett. As Head Girl, there are eyes on you.” Alecto warned: “Make sure you do not disappoint them.”

With that, she strode away, shooing Helena away as she went.

Everyone who had been trying to subtly watch without being caught went back to eating their breakfast. Delphine returned to her seat, but for the first time since they’d become friends in their third year, Dom saw her look shaken. Understandable; the ‘eyes’ on Delphine were the eyes of the Death Eaters interested in recruiting her…but Dom didn’t like it. There wasn’t a lot he could do (to speak out against the Death Eaters, even where they thought they couldn’t hear you, was a sure way to end up in trouble…or worse) but he reached out to take her hand and squeeze it reassuringly.

She returned his comforting smile with a strained one of her own, before taking a deep breath to center herself, and the confident expression of Delphine Prewett was back in place. If he hadn’t been looking just a second ago, he wouldn’t have known it was a mask…as it was, he went along with it. She was just doing what all of them were doing it: faking it until they could make it a reality.

“Well, we’d better get to class. The Head Girl can’t be late, after all.” she smirked.

Dom followed her out, waiting until they were halfway up the stairs to Transfiguration: “I’ve got your back, Delphie. They can’t have you if you don’t want them to.”

It might seem nonsensical to some…but Delphine understood, she always did: “Thanks, Dom. I’ve got yours too.”

“I know.” Dom grinned: “And you look fuckin’ amazin’ doin’ it.”

Delphine smiled: “I know.”

This time, her smile was a lot more genuine.

#The Trees Writes #The Trees' October 2020 Writing Challenge #Yungblud #Yungblud imagine #Yungblud fan fic #Yungblud fan fiction #Dominic Harrison imagine #Dominic Harrison fan fic #Dominic Harrison fan fiction #Dom Harrison imagine #Dom Harrison fan fic #Dom Harrison fan fiction

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