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harrysfolklore · 3 months

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hi bestie,, idk if u take requests buttt have u seen kieran culkin speech after he won his emmy & then him asking his wife for another baby on stage 😁🤭🤭 idk i thought that would a cute h blurb

that kieran speech was SO CUTE i just had to take this request !!! happy one year of grammy winner Harry for those who celebrate! i hope you like this as much as I do

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

The night had been one for the books.

Harry became a Grammy winner for the second time within the first 30 minutes of the ceremony, getting the award for Best Pop Vocal Album, and your heart bursted with joy and pride and you watched him collect it.

He also delivered an amazing performance even though he had a stage malfunction that was out of his control, and after a few minutes of pep talk backstage, you convinced him that he should be proud of what he did no matter what.

Nights like tonight made you look back at your journey with Harry, from getting frustrated each year when the Grammys refused to give One Direction a nomination, to consoling him when his debut single Sign of the Times got overlooked and celebrating when they finally ave him his long overdue nomination for Fine Line. And now, being one of the most nominated artists of the night and a winner already.

Harry was not an artist that let awards or numbers define his career at all, but you knew that deep down he appreciated getting a nod and recognition for the hard work he puts into his music.

"What's on your mind, honey?" Harry asked and he noticed that you had been quiet for a few minutes, the show was on a commercial break so you could talk freely.

"Just thinking about how am I getting a picture with Beyoncé before the night ends," you joked, making him laugh along, "I'm also thinking about the bub, do you think she's okay?"

Harry couldn't help but smile at the mention of your daughter. Little baby Styles had been welcomed into the world a year and a half ago, looking like an exact carbon copy of Harry with curls, dimples and charming green eyes.

It's safe to say that she became Harry's entire world from the moment he saw her for the first time.

"I bet she's fast asleep by now after snuggling with mum for hours," you smiled at the thought, "You know she's obsessed with mum."

"She just loves her nana," you almost cooed, "And her Grammy winner daddy, even tho she doesn't have any idea what that means."

"You know," Harry began, and by the look on his face you knew he was up to no good, "She could become obsessed with her bay brother or sister too, if we decided to give her one."

The smirk on Harry's face after his statement was almost devilish, making you look him with wide eyes and a grin on your own.

"Are you asking me for another baby in the middle of the Grammys?" Harry shrugged, the smirk not leaving his face, "You're a menace. But, maybe if you win, I'll think about it."

Before Harry could reply, the lights dimmed signaling that commercial break was over and it was time for more awards, more specifically, the most important award of the night: Album of the Year.

Trevor Noah, the host, talked about the importance and meaning of the award, the fans the production had invited to support the nominees stood beside him in a line.

You could barely focus on what was being said because your eyes were fixed on Harry's hand gripping yours tightly, and you felt like throwing up from nerves if you looked at the stage.

And the Grammy goes to…” Trevor spoke into the mic, making a dramatic pause that felt way too long and made you finally look up no the stage, noticing that he was standing in front of Reina, Harry's fan.

And that was the moment you knew, the Album of the Year was Harry's House.

“It’s you!” both you ans Jeff whisper-yelled in unison, looking at each other with shocked faces and making Harry give you a confused look.

“What do you-” and before he could even finish his sentence his name was being called out and the trumpets from Music for a Sushi Restaurant filled the place.

Harry immediately covered his face in disbelief, shaking his head and taking in in the moment. You couldn't help but stand up and jump in your place, adrenaline and excitement, but mostly pride, running through your veins.

"My love, you won! Harry's House won!" you said into his ear when he finally wrapped his arms around you, pecking the side of yiur head repeatedly before kissing your lips quickly.

"I love you," was all he said before getting rushed into the stage along with his collaborators and friends.

"Shit!" was the first thing that came out of his mouth once he had his Grammy in hand, making everyone laugh, “I mean,shit! I’ve been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. At a lot of different times in my life I listen to everyone in this category when I’m alone,” he took a breath,"I think on nights like tonight, it’s obviously so important for us to remember that there is no such thing as best in music. I don’t think any of us sit in the studio thinking, making decisions based on what is gonna get us one of these.”

You stood with your hands clutched to your chest, your eyes filled with happy tears and nothing but love and admiration for him.

"I'd like to thank my mom and my sister for being my biggest supporters and giving me a great childhood, I would be nowhere without you," he paused to look directly at you from the stage, his eyes immediately watering again, "And of course my beautiful wife, YN. Thank you for sharing your beautiful life with me and giving me an amazing daughter who is the reason I do what I do everyday,"

You were unaware of the camera focusing on your and catching the moment you mouthed an 'I love you' to him from your place.

"I love you both so much, you mean the world to me. And YN," he paused, the devilish look from earlier making his way to his face again, along with a teasing raised eyebrow that told you that he was about to do something major, "I want another one."

The entire arena erupted into laughs and cheers, Jeff clapped and whistled from beside you and you couldn't help but cover your face in shock and embarrassment, astonished by Harry's anctics.

"You said, maybe if I won, and I did!" the crowd laughed even more, "I love you, so much. Thank you for this, I'll never forget it."

Harry got off the stage and you met him backstage to congratulate him properly, after a final performance the night came to an end and everyone headed outside the arena to celebrate.

"Do you feel like partying tonight? The label is throwing a celebration but if you feel tired we can skip it," Harry said as you both sat on the back of his Range Rover.

"Honestly, I just want to go home, kiss our baby goodnight and celebrate with my Grammy winner husband in private," you smiled at him teasingly, "Maybe get started on that second baby making."

The smile that appeared on Harry's face after hearing your words was bigger than the one from winning a Grammy.

"Home it is, then."

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scuderiasundays · 10 months

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a promise is a promise

summary: sliding into a stranger's dm's, nostalgia for your first date, and a promise sealed with a kiss + a little insta au at the end 💙

words: 1,071

a/n: my first time writing for mr. leclerc! thank you for the req, @headinthecloudssblog 🫶🏼 tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @formulaforza, @thatsdemko, and @diorleclerc because i trust you all deeply. feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses!

Charles loved Adele and he sure wasn't shy about it. While the other racing drivers were hyping themselves up with rock, EDM, or rap, the Monegasque’s AirPods (which he often lost) were blaring “Someone Like You.” You, yourself, wondered how the powerful yet melancholy ballad could put him in the right headspace to drive at breathtaking speeds of up to 362 km/h.

You were nothing short of euphoric when it was announced that she would be extending her exclusive residency in Las Vegas. It would be a dream come true if you could see her live during the weekend of the Las Vegas Grand Prix. However, a bitter reality crept in when you discovered the final show was scheduled for November 4, a mere two weeks before the two of you would arrive stateside. Charles would be racing at Interlagos, while you would be stuck at a clinical genetics conference in St Andrews.

“I was going to get us tickets to thank you for your service in the Great War!” You huffed as you watched Charles tie the laces of his Puma running shoes, visibly let down by the news. All of your friends thought the racing driver had used his F1 connections to get you those coveted floor seats, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. Your boyfriend had spent 18 hours in a virtual queue on one of his few days off, using multiple of his sim racing monitors to secure tickets to the Eras Tour. Arthur had mocked his older brother about how “whipped” he was, joking that he was relieved someone else’s screen time was as horrific as his own.

With a light kiss on your neck, Charles wrapped his arms around you from behind, his voice filled with affection. "It’s like this, ma chérie. I'm going for a run with Andrea," he whispered. As he headed towards the door, his shoulders slumped and his AirPods in, it became clear today's run would be more of a recovery run, a moment for him to recharge physically but more so emotionally.

Determined to bring Charles closer to his idol, you swiftly grabbed your phone from the kitchen island and opened Adele's Instagram profile. Sliding into someone's DMs had never been your style, let alone that of a Grammy-winning artist, but you figured there was nothing to lose.

"Hi, this is Y/N. I know it's unlikely that you'll ever see this, but I'm taking a leap of faith for my boyfriend Charles, who is undoubtedly your biggest fan. Our first date perfectly encapsulates his essence," you began typing, a wave of nostalgia washing over you. "He took me on the most gorgeous twilight yacht ride, accompanied by a meticulously curated playlist of his favorite songs. Upbeat songs like 'A Sky Full of Stars,' 'Pepas,' and 'Feel So Close' filled the air. But then, out of nowhere, a hauntingly beautiful piano melody began to play."

Pausing for a moment, a reminiscent smile graced your face as the memory came roaring back to life. "'Is this Adele?'" you had asked, a glass of rosé in your hand. Charles looked so at peace compared to the tense expression he sometimes wore during race weekends. He had offered you his blue Ferrari sweatshirt to ward off the evening chill and confirmed that it was indeed Adele. Charles shared that he, unlike most, found comfort in what he deemed “depressive music.”

Since that fateful evening, the British songstress' music had become an integral part of your relationship. It served as the soundtrack to your road trips, where you took turns belting ‘Rolling in the Deep.’ It sparked heated debates about whether Adele’s ‘Daydreamer’ or Sade’s ‘By Your Side’ should be your first dance song. It even led to late nights, downing espresso shots just so you could listen to her latest album the second it dropped.

You reached for your phone once again. "That night ended with Charles’ hand resting on my thigh as he drove me home to 'Make You Feel My Love.’ Your music has been the soundtrack to so many of our most intimate moments, and it would mean the world if you could find some time to perform for him," you typed, pouring your heart into the message. You added, "I know this is a long shot, but I..." before eagerly hitting the "Send" button. With a growing sense of accomplishment, you decided to run to the grocery store to pick up some fresh salmon for dinner.

Unable to keep a secret to save your life, you shared what you’d been up to with Charles. "You DM'd the queen? Je t'aime, ma belle, but I highly doubt she'll reply," he playfully teased, rolling his eyes as he wiped the dish you had just handed him.

"What if she does?" you retorted, a hint of hope in your voice. "You know how I treasure you so much I don’t even trust myself to take you on a hot lap? We’ll do it in Las Vegas if and only if Adele responds." His devilish Leclerc wink accompanied the mischievous remark, leaving you to wonder how this crazy turn of events would unfold.

Weeks passed, and with each passing day, the likelihood of a reply dwindled. Charles was away in Qatar when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. A courier stood before you, holding a grand bouquet of white roses along with a message card. Assuming it was from him, your hands trembled as you read the sign-off on the ivory white card. There it was, unmistakably etched in the most elegant script. Five letters. Adele.

You snatched the card eagerly and read it over countless times, overcome with disbelief. It turned out that Adele's devoted fan base had made her very much aware of Charles' fanboying. She expressed her delight and confirmed that she would be more than happy to sing a few songs for you over dinner so long as she could score some “cool mom points” and bring her son Angelo to the race.

Your hands trembled with sheer excitement as you shared the spectacular news with Charles. He blamed his nonexistent allergies as tears welled up in his eyes, but you saw right through his lies.

"So, you'll be taking me on that hot lap, Leclerc?" you grinned, blissed out seeing him so happy. "Bah oui, une promesse est une promesse," he replied, sealing his vow with a well-earned kiss.

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yourusername: weekends with adele (and charles) 🎰🍸❤️

fan1: “it’s true that, after a bad day, if you listen to that, you cry. you don’t feel any better. but i like it. i like the mood of depressive music.” - chuck leclerc

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adele: she’s one of a kind! thank you for letting me bear witness to your love x

yourusername: you, sir, are the love of my life. thanks for tolerating my impulsivity!

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ladykailitha · 1 month

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 13

Second one for today! Again, I will be being out two chapters a week until it is fully posted.

The Grammy's!!! Steve has a rough time of it with his recent coming out as Eddie's boyfriend. Some people are just that vile.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12

TAG LIST IS CLOSED

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Steve was pressed up against Eddie’s side, Eddie’s arm was wrapped around him, his fingers nervously playing with Steve’s earring as they politely laughed through the comedian’s opening monologue. They were forced to smile when a joke was made about them. All the while the entire table was seething.

Finally the jackass got off the stage and the real show began.

They sat through all the technical awards and clapped at the appropriate places.

They sat through the country, rap, R&B, and pop awards. Finally it was time for Best Metal Album.

Steve grimaced through the painful “banter” between the pop princess and the nearly dead former rocker who was hitting on her.

Finally they got through the nominees.

“And the award goes to....” the pop princess said, drawing it out for dramatic effect.

“Corroded Coffin!” the aging rocker shouted into the microphone.

Suddenly their whole table was on their feet screaming and cheering and crying.

Eddie gave Steve a quick kiss before the band got up and thanked the appropriate people.

Eddie was last. “Thanks to my Uncle Wayne without whom I would be alive. And to my new good luck charm and love of my life, Steve Harrington. Love you, baby!”

Steve smiled and mouthed “I love you too!”

And then the seat fillers came. A couple of them were knothead alphas who tussled briefly for who was going to sit down next to Steve. Steve shared a glance with Elinor, Gareth’s escort date. They both rolled their eyes.

The alpha who lost went to go sit next to Elinor while Steve was forced to endure this thug in a tux.

“Escorts like you are so frigid,” he sneered. “I was surprised to see that you were actually dating Eddie Munson.” He leaned in close and Steve could smell his breath. “But I guess whores like you tend to go for rockers and A-list actors.”

“There’s always a caveat to everything,” Steve hissed. “Nothing is as black and white as you’re making it out to be.”

The alpha laughed. It was loud and abrasive. “A whore is a whore no matter how tarted up they look.”

Steve leaned back out of his space. “Well, I get the last laugh asshole.”

The alpha frowned but then Troy, Xander, and two very beefy looking security were hauling him to his feet.

He yelped but didn’t struggle when he saw how outnumbered he was. He spat Steve’s direction, but the spittle didn’t even make it past the guy’s lips, making him look deranged.

The seat next to Steve was suddenly filled by a lovely beta woman who gushed about his dress.

Apparently she was a fan omega designers because they had a unique take on what it meant to be feminine.

Steve ended up giving her the name and number of the designer and she went away chirping happily.

Then Eddie was back and it was fucking relief.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured gently when he got settled in.

Steve smiled up at him. “Nothing my hot shot team couldn’t handle. But I’m all better now that you’re here.”

Eddie hummed, barely keeping his annoyance in check. But he had to force down his impulse to hunt down that alpha and rip his stomach out through his throat. Steve had been on the receiving end of worse bullshit than this, he had no doubt.

He must have been scenting his rage pretty strongly because Steve was rubbing his nose along his gland and murmuring what a good alpha he was.

But the band wasn’t in their seats for long as they were up next to perform their hit single “Hell’s Lookin’ Better Than Heaven”. Steve sighed at his loss but thankfully the next seat filler was stately looking gentleman who had been to fifty of these events as a seat filler. He loved the free food and even though they weren’t allowed to drink, they got sent home with a nice bottle of wine at the end of the night to make up for it.

If Steve hadn’t been excited to see Corroded Coffin play, he would have spent the whole time talking to the dear fellow.

Between him and the beta woman, Steve was able to relax again.

The song was okay, but the way they put their heart and soul into their playing, Steve could see why they were so popular.

Sadly the song was over and so was Steve’s time with the gentleman. Whom Steve was happy to tell Eddie all about.

Eddie smiled that sweet dimpled smile and kissed Steve cheek. “He sounds wonderful, Stevie.”

If Corroded Coffin won the next two awards, they would be backstage until the end of the show.

So Steve decided to soak up as much attention from Eddie as he could. He giggled a little when Eddie when right back to rubbing Steve’s earring.

“It’s my good luck charm now, baby,” Eddie cooed. “Not gonna be able to stop.”

Steve kissed Eddie deeply. “And I wouldn’t ask you to.”

Musicians, actors, and athletes were all superstitious by nature and he had been taught to lean into that regardless of what his beliefs on the matter actually were.

Besides Steve got it. Win a game three times in a row wearing the same pair of socks? Those are lucky now.

So if Eddie thought rubbing Steve’s earring was lucky, then he would let him continue.

Then it was time for the Song of the Year.

And at least this time the presenters didn’t try to make horrible small talk before they announced the winner.

“And the award goes to...”

“‘Hell’s Lookin’ Better Than Heaven’ by Corroded Coffin!” they shouted into the microphone.

The band was losing their collective shit.

Eddie picked Steve up and spun him around. “We won!”

“Sure did, love,” Steve murmured. “Now go up and get it, you beast!”

Eddie spun him around again and then ran up after his bandmates.

“This is the one we never expected to win,” Eddie said into the mic, tearing up. “There were too many great songs nominated. But this is an absolute honor. This one is for you, mama!” He kissed his lips and blew it to the sky.

He stepped away from the mic to let Jeff and the producer to give their thanks.

Then they all walked off stage.

Steve was on pins and needles now. Either they lost and would be back down in their seats for Solo Artist of the Year or they would win and they would be be doing the whole press junket again.

The big jumbotron showed the band backstage as the nominations were read, they had their arms around each other and their heads down.

Last year’s winners fumbled with the envelope as they struggled to get it open.

The bassist gripped, “Who the hell seals these things?”

Finally the drummer just ripped the top off like a letter and flipped it open.

“Corroded Coffin!”

The jumbotron showed Eddie and his bandmates just jumping up and down screaming. Then they were being shoved back on stage by their manager, Benny.

Eddie kissed all the other band’s members on the cheek as he went past them to get their final award for the night.

Steve let out a wolf whistle. Eddie looked out into the crowd and spotted him waving and whistling.

Eddie waved back.

“God,” he breathed into the microphone. “I am so grateful, I am just overflowing with gratitude to the academy and all those who voted for us. This album came from a place of love and how to find it in the darkness. It means so much to me that it found a place in people’s hearts. Thank you!”

Each of the members of the band gave their speeches and they were ushered off stage again.

Steve didn’t even bother looking at the person who filled Eddie’s seat. The show was almost over and he was so ready to be out of there and out of this dress.

He knew it made him and whoever he was with look good. That was the point of it after all. But he couldn’t wait to get into the suit and mesh top that he was wearing to the after party.

He stood up and Robin was at his side in an instant.

“Eddie told me to tell you to go ahead and get changed,” Robin said into Steve’s ear to be heard over the din of the exiting crowd, “he’s going to be awhile.

Steve nodded. He knew the drill. She had his garment bag slung over one arm as she led the way out of the main area and into the halls. Troy was right behind them.

Robin led him to a room he could change into and Troy stood guard outside the door.

Steve stripped completely, changing everything including his underwear. Thongs were great for mini dresses but a literal pain in the ass for suit pants.

He refreshed his makeup and double checked his hair. Once he was satisfied, he nodded to Robin.

She knocked on the door to let Troy know they were coming out.

“Eddie’s security just checked in,” Troy said, falling in step with both Robin and Steve. “He’s on his way out to the front and will meet us at the car.”

“Sounds good,” Steve said and let them usher him to the car.

Just before the stepped out, Troy whispered. “There are press out there and they’ll want you to comment on Corroded Coffin’s wins tonight. But their management wants you to ‘no comment’.”

Steve took a deep breath. He knew why they didn’t want him to say anything, but he was proud of them all for their well earned wins. Steve looked to Robin.

She shrugged. “I mean, you aren’t under contract with the label anymore not after you two officially became a couple, but don’t rock the boat too hard, yeah?”

Steve nodded again and stepped out back onto the red carpet.

“Steve! Steve!” came the shouts of the paparazzi.

“Are you and Eddie going back to your hotel to celebrate?”

Steve snorted, that one was easy. “No comment!”

“Eddie is expected to be at the Vanity Fair after party, are you going to be there?”

Steve glanced down at his changed outfit and raised a questioning eyebrow at the guy before rolling his eyes and ignoring him.

“Steve!” another paparazzo called. “What are your thoughts on Corroded Coffin’s wins tonight?”

And then it hit him. Why the label didn’t want him to say anything. The first time he had heard the song they were nominated for was that night. He wasn’t a fan of Corroded Coffin. He had friends that were, but he wasn’t.

“I’m happy they won,” was all of he said.

It wasn’t the ‘no comment’ the label wanted, but it was vague enough that he could get away with it.

Troy and Robin nodded. He had said the right thing.

There were more questions thrown at him but he sailed through the ordeal with aplomb.

He slipped into the car, hoping that Eddie was already there, but no such luck.

“You okay?” Xander asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

Steve let out a sigh. “Yeah. Nothing I haven’t heard before.”

Xander raised his eyebrow and Steve huffed out a laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” Steve admitted. “I wasn’t expecting it from a seat filler. I thought they vetted those more thoroughly than that.”

Xander nodded. “Starcourt management is already looking into it. That place was filled with escorts, how did that guy manage to not offend one before you.”

Steve hummed his agreement. He had wondered that, too. “I think he was after me specifically. I got asked if clients had canceled on me after it was announced I was dating Eddie. I know none of them canceled...”

“But maybe it angered people who were going to request you enough to not even try?”

Steve nodded back. “Yeah.”

Just then the door was yanked open and Eddie practically threw himself onto the backseat of the car.

He was pissed.

Steve immediately went into soothe alpha mode. “Hey, love, you okay?”

“I’m suing someone for slander,” he huffed, “and before you think I’m over reacting, Benny, my manager is the one that suggested it.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “If it was about me, sweetie, you’re going to have to get in line behind Starcourt. They take those things very seriously.”

Eddie blinked at him a moment, but that seemed to settle something in him and relaxed. “Good.”

Steve giggled as he was pulled onto his lap. “I’m so proud of you, Eds. You were three for three tonight.”

Eddie kissed him soundly. “I was indeed, I was right. You were my good luck charm.”

“Pleasure to have been of service,” Steve cooed.

Xander pulled out into traffic and Steve slid off Eddie’s lap and sat down next to him.

“It was a little rough today,” he murmured.

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, it was. I’m not sure why. Gareth has taken escorts to events before as have several people I know. But they were out to get you tonight.”

Steve sighed and took Eddie’s hand. He played with the rings as he gathered his thoughts.

“I think it’s because I’m so young in being courted,” Steve murmured.

Eddie frowned and turned in the seat a little to get a better look at him. “What do you mean?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “Most escorts that bond are in their late thirties/early forties. Meaning they’ve had a couple of decades under their belt, but I’m not even thirty yet and all they can see is someone who is trying to honey trap one of the greatest rockstars of the era.”

Eddie rubbed his face with his free hand. “Shit, baby. I didn’t realize. But it’s ridiculous because you made more last year then the whole band did. If anything, I’m trying to honey trap you.”

Steve lowered his eyelids. “Does that mean we’re going to get sticky later?”

Eddie nearly choked on his own tongue. “Yeah, baby. We’re gonna get sticky tonight.”

Steve leaned in close, but Eddie put up a finger. “After the after party, you fiend!”

Steve pouted, but he wasn’t serious. He knew that Eddie needed to see and be seen after winning big tonight.

He just was going to tease his boyfriend about it first.

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acesofspadess · 9 months

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This Is The Voice

a/n: everyone needs some more Niall

summary: you're the mega mentor, and Niall doesn't know that

“This is the last knockouts ill ever get to coach and im really excited because our mega mentor this season is one of the greatest singers and people of all time.”

“Shes a legend in the industry.”

“She is an EGOT”

“So the mega mentor this season is……… Y/N L/N! Or Horan to Niall”

BLAKE

“Well this like a full circle moment for me. You were here as Adams advisor in the first season and now you are mega mentor in my last season.” blake looked down at 29 year old you who was reminiscing. “What does that say about our relationship.”

“That whenever you're here I lose.” you laughed at him as he shook his head. “You let yourself lose to an 18 year old Blake.” his eyes widdend at that, “Oh man, i forgot you were only 18. I feel so old. And now your married too.” he shook his not wanting to think about it any more.

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KELLY

“You still havent seen Niall yet?” Kelly and you had a moment to chat before the artist came in. “no and I feel so bad. I've been super slow on my answers to his text. I just want to hold him.”

I've know Y/N since she was around 18, we got to perform together in Vegas almost 12 years ago.

“Im so glad it's Blake’s last season. Hes just had a very good vibe.” Kelly filled you on some behind the scenes.

“Oh thats good, he really can be a pain sometimes.

And I've also been able to work with her and tour with her and learn from her. Shes so young and has taught a lot of artist with singing and being on stage. I love that all these artist are gonna get that same experience today.

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CHANCE

There was a knock on your dressing room door and you opened it to see Chance. “Y/N!” He cheered as he opened his arms up for a hug. You laughed and thanks the heavens you werent wearing heavy makeup as he was wearing white.

Y/N… shes a legend in the industry. Grammy award winning artist.

“And when was the last time i saw you?” you laughed at his question. “Probably Grammy’s 2020…?” he shook his head, “how could i foget miss album of the year.

Her being a top tier artist for so long and having so many experiences is something that we could all grow from.

After Chance had run down his artist for you, you waited for them to come in and laughed at whispers you heard. “Well hello there, I love your hair.” you told Nariella whose hair was similar to your ginger colour. “I actually got the idea from you.” you both laughed and whispered an ‘i like you already’.

I just think its so amazing for her to be here and represent black women and girls. Shes definitely someone i look up to.

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NIALL

It was finally time to see your love. Niall was supposed to be meeting Riley… but you didnt let that happen. You were facing the camera, your back facing the direction Niall would walk through.

“Riley Tate-”

You turned around at the sound of his voice and he immediately stopped talking. “Hi love.” you were smiling so hard at his reaction to seeing you before he scooped you up in a hug and twirled youn around.

“Why are you here- wait. Your da mega mentor?” his accent was thicker because of the surprise and you loved it.

I mean to work with Y/N L/N the queen of pop… im getting goose bumps thinking about it now, its just amazing being in her presence

Thats your wife Niall

Say it again

“Well now that your here i was going to ask you if you wanted to come to a golf course with me.” Niall had his head on her shoulder and he could feel the laugh that came from her at his words.

Shes an absolute legend, and she teaches me something everyday, i cant wait for her to teach my team.

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“Alright love, Gina, shes really shy, reminds me of you when you came to write for the band.”

Niall laughed his beautiful laugh as you hid your face in your hands. “Don't remind me.”

“You might have to tell her to speak up.” you nodded at the information and were ready to see her. “And then she sings, and a different person comes out, a lot like you.” you cooed at his comparison seeing how much Gina meant to Niall.

“Now Kates kinda got the jazzy, Amy Winehouse-y vibe.” you ‘oo’ed’ at the information. “Lets see what they got.”

You watched as they walked around the corner and saw them subtly freak out at seeing you. You got up from your seat with the help of Niall(not that you needed it but he always held his hand out for you).

“Look who ive got!” Niall cheered from behind you as the girls gave you hugs.

I saw the ginger hair and Niall leaning on her and was like- please… ITS Y/N”

“How are you?” you asked hugging them both.

I was not expecting Y/N to be in the room with Niall. I was very starstruck.”

“Im gonna sing ‘somebody that i used to know’,” Gina shared her song and you marvelled at the softness of her voice. “Im very close to my dad, and he was a DJ and that was a song he always loved.”

“Thats beautiful Gina truly.”

Listening too her sing brought chills to your skin.

You cheered as she finished and let Niall say what you know hes been holding in. “And that sass that youve got this week.” Niall admired with a little laugh. “Really?” you loved how she went from this marvellous singer to this soft spoken girl. “I wasnt expecting that.” Gina thanked Niall before she looked at you and you shook your head.

“You gave me chills seriously, the only thing is ‘for lack of better wording’ understanding your words.” you watched as she took the advice and applauded her silently knowing if you were in her possician you would have certainly started crying.

“Yeah keep those words separate. Its very easy to go-” and you watched as he broke off his words in example. “You know what I mean. So give your self a bit of space.”

“I like that bub. I like that a lot.”

You listened to him sing the words slowly and closed you eyes in sereness. “That staccato.” you pitched in. “her first audition to right now,” he looked at you threading his fingers with yours, “completley diffrent person.” you laughed softly squeezing his had. “I was just like you when i started, you can ask him.” he kissed your temple lightly in admiration, “she still is. Cant give her a compliment without her hiding away. Huh, beautiful?” you did as he knew you would and tucked your face into his neck. “See.”

You turned your head to watch Gina and Kate play fight as theu swapped places. “I really wish you guys liked each other.” you joked sitting up properly. “I know so much hatred in here.” Niall joked back with you adjusting in his seat. “Its just awful.” Niall lost it, throwing his head back in laughter, letting you hear his laugh again. That would always be your favourite song.

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“Ooh we've got a guitar.” you saw the shaped guitar and immediately fell in love. “Its my baby.” Kate spoke. “Gonna have to get me self one just like that,” you all laughed before Niall looked at the gap between your seats and pulled your seat closer to his. You grabbed his hand and kissed it before looking back up at Kate. “what song are gonna sing love.” you asked as Niall sat back in his seat. “Im singing ‘Call Me’ by Blondie.”

“Oh lets hear it.”

Kate had the stage presence of a lifetime. “Very good!” you clapped proudly. “Thank you.” you smiled as Niall began to speak. “My favourite parts are when its chilled.” You agreed with him softly as he continued to speak. “Dont stay with the-” Niall sang in a high pitch for example and you nodde your head. “Towards the end it gets a bit crashy for me. I wonder if there's a way of toning it down?” he looked to you for advice. “Tone down the crashing for more like ‘TOMS’ or something like that?” you offered and he took it. “Yeah so we can offer some more jazziness.” he agreed while drumming in the air, “you wanna come back up Gina?” You smiled widely hearing the softness and joy in his voice when he talked to her. “Im thrilled to pieces. I asked a really close friend of mine when were younger, who is now very successful, what is the best piece of advice you can give me. He said ‘have fun’. So i hope your having fun and getting to meet people that youll remain friends with forever.”

You watched Gina and Kate turn to each other and you hugged yourself. “Awwe that makes me so happy.” Niall grabbed your hand and held it in the air. “And one day you might marry them.” you all laughed before Niall spoke up again. “You're the best ladies.” you watched as they walked away and Niall rested his head on shoulder again. “I love you. You're amazing.”

“I love you too Ni.”

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honeyhenry · 11 months

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Apple Pie and You and I: Sweet Curves and Straight Talkin'

Did someone ask for orange jam, sweet surprises and southern charm? Regardless, that's what you've got right here! A new instalment of Apple Pie and You and I shares your and Jake's last few moments on the ranch, and the wonderful little moments that come from your first pregnancy :') enjoy! part 1 / part 2

The news of the upcoming arrival of the newest Seresin travelled far and wide in Jake’s hometown, with kind old ladies delivering bouquets and muffins as soon as they heard that their sweet gentleman neighbour Jacob was due to father a baby. You only have a week left before you’re back to San Diego, and your heart is already missing the warmth of his family and the friends surrounding you. Your body will certainly miss seeing Jake in his dirty, casual clothes doing manual labour on the farm.

You've spent plenty of time in the sun, soaking in all the excitement about baby Seresin, and eating the best homemade pies a woman could ask for. Jake’s cousins would move mountains for you if you asked, while his sisters have given advice and books for you to take back home, sharing just how much of a cute tyrant young Jake was back in the day.

Even sweeter had been your nephews - baby’s older cousins - running up to you and patting your stomach, asking questions about their new friend, already excited for them to come and play. Relieved now that your tired state can go noticed, your midday naps are much less hidden and more comfortable. Jake has been all over you making sure you’re eating and taking your vitamins, tucking you into blankets, holding you close, and asking lots of questions;

“Do you feel ok? Do you need anything to drink? Eat? Did Mom ask you- in fact I’ll go ask her. Hey Momma?!”

It’s a lazy but lovely routine you’ve stumbled into, while Jake is put hard to work during the day while you eat, sleep, and enjoy the company of his family. You are well looked after and sadly have to say no to the trampolining that your nephew was begging you to try. (And when Jake finds out, he's certain to make it clear to the boy that "Your Aunt won't be on the trampoline or anything too dangerous until your little cousin is born, okay sprout?")

Typically you have eaten every meal together, Jake helping you set out your vitamins and making sure you take them with food that you can keep down to help nurture the life within you. His momma tells him he’s borderline overbearing but his Grammy has instilled the importance of looking after his family, and he’ll be damned if he lets you or her down.

“You just tell me if he puts one paw outta line, hear me?” Grammy would famously quip should she see her Grandson lounge around or poke fun at your constant need to pee. Jake is certainly on his best behaviour when she's near.

Which is why it’s even more of a surprise that Jake is gone this morning when you wake up.

Your morning stretch took up the whole bed, for once without the muffled noises Jake would whine if you’d taken up his space or moved from the comfort of his arms. Standing up to go to the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of yourself while walking past the stand-alone mirror, the frame enshrined by sports medals from his college days, and a lone cowboy hat tipped on the corner. Your eyes widen as you flatten your palm down your body and gasp.

Your little slice of heaven - as Jake so lovingly refers to them as - has finally popped out to say hello and your chest fills with a warm sensation that you register as pride. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes as you let out a sigh of joyous relief. They're really real. You know Jake is going to adore seeing the effect what he’s done to you, that you're nestling and growing the sweet baby you both spend hours talking about throughout the day, and in hushed whispers at night while the rest of the family sleep.

Stepping downstairs quickly as you can, you forgo getting dressed, only thinking about finding your husband and showing him the product of your love in the form of your sweet raised bump.

The kitchen is filled with the sweet smell of freshly baked vanilla croissants, while Momma Seresin works on a citrus jam to serve with the delectable baked goods. The ranch cat, Ginger, pads quietly on the tiles, waiting for droplets of milk that Mrs Seresin may be so kind as to offer her. The sun is already warming the countertops, the light catching the lamp just so, creating a pattern of colours scattered across the ceiling.

However, there is no sign of Jake, nor any other family around.

“H-hi" you start, realising your voice has yet to wake up with you, "Jake left early…I- I think I’m showing - with the baby.” you blurt out all at once, tripping over your words in excitement. His mother turns to face you with a smile before she pauses, watching you in your soft, matching pyjamas hold your stomach and grin from ear to ear. You smooth your hand down your front and sure enough, there they are.

“Oh honey, you look wonderful." She sets down a saucer for the cat and brushes her hands on her apron. "Jacob’s going to be thrilled. I can’t tell y’all how proud I am of both of y’all. He's a lucky boy and he better know it! May I?"

You nod, still in disbelief at the whole situation, as she lightly presses a hand to your stomach, feeling the little curve that doesn't move, no matter how much you inhale or exhale. His Momma is beaming. She knows not much for certain in the world, but she does know that her son is going to be rendered speechless by his wife.

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While you'd been asleep at 5.30am, Jake had been torn from his bed by his old man, and couldn't put up a fight once he'd seen the look on the man's face. Rarely would he be up so early unless the cows were needing set up for the county market, but it wasn't the season. Oh no, Pop Seresin was giving his son a good talking to before he and you would head back to San Diego, away from the eyes and care of the family.

Jake knew from the way his father had been driving, and his remarks the evening before, that he was going along for a serious pep talk. The truck they'd taken a drive in before the crack of dawn was parked up at the edge of the river bed about 15 miles from the ranch. He had expected his Pop to get out, to start walking and give him a good grilling.

Instead, the old man took his cap off, and sighed.

"Jacob Nathaniel Seresin. I have raised you - and your sisters - however many years now. And you're an adult in your own right. I want the best for you son, and sometimes you haven't made the smartest decisions." He gives Jake a knowing look, while the younger of the two blinks at the blunt route his father was taking with this talk.

There's another pause, before Pops starts again. Jake almost interrupts it, but he knows better than to do that to his father.

"You gotta take a good long look at your circumstances Jake, you have a beautiful wife, and she's gonna need a whole lot more from you now than ever before. And that won't stop when she's had the baby. 'Cause then, you'll have two people to care for, to love, and protect. Y'understand me?"

"Yes sir."

"Because for a while Jacob, your Momma worried. She worried and Grammy too. And I thought that- well. It don't matter no more, does it. We want you to be the best you can be, that we know you to be, for her. And your boy or girl that's comin' too. You look after 'em, you hear me?"

"I know Pops, but I swear, the day I let her down is the day I lose myself. She makes me the best and I'm gonna do it Pops. We'll be back here, and we'll travel so safe, and- and I'm trying to stay alive at work-"

"Breathe, my boy. Work is tough. But finding a woman like you have that puts up with it all? That's been a damn miracle. So hold her tight, don't ever take her for granted. Ya understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Right, now. We have time for some fishin'. Grab the hooks in the trunk."

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After a couple hours of fishing, and enough caught for the next couple of dinners at the ranch, the two Seresins head home, just in time for the croissants, jam, and cream to be served shortly after breakfast.

The first thing he smells is his Momma's famous orange and lime jam, and he can hear the cat and her kittens meowing for milk, fighting to be heard over the sound of the whistling kettle as it prepares the water for the tea and coffee orders likely to have been made around the house.

The first thing he sees takes his breath away.

You're in the garden, helping his Momma serve out the cups of coffee and distributing pots of jam, wearing the same pretty little sundress you’ve worn out on the tarmac countless times to greet him after his summer deployments. You're a vision, an angel that he strides towards, ever nearing the moment he can place a soft kiss on your lips.

But then, he falters.

As you offer up the last cup of tea, your hand grazes your stomach lightly and he stops in his tracks. The way your hand lays atop the sweetest curve of his baby warms and soothes his entire soul.

He’s in a daze, utterly transfixed by the time you spot him. In the very next moment, you're in his arms, welcoming him back from his morning departure.

“Good morning, my love. I might have a little surprise...look who’s come out just in time to show off to the family” you coo, a little bashful as you show off your figure, moving your hands underneath your more prominent swell.

His father's words resonate in his head "Don't ever take her for granted, ya understand?"

And how could he? When all you ever do is make him proud and all he ever could do is adore you.

“You’re showin,” Jake says incredulously, as you smile softly at his expression. “Look at you…I didn’t know I could ever love you more and yet…” He exhales sharply, not quite believing his eyes as he feels tears prick them without warning; "That's our baby, baby."

"Your baby, Lieutenant Seresin," you tease, expecting something equally cheeky in return.

Instead, he pulls you close to his firm body, holding you close and just breathing you in before he then looks back down at your belly, holding you at arm’s length, in awe of what you’re doing for him - growing his baby safe and sound. And looking beautiful doing so.

"You look beautiful. I bet Momma's glad she saw little peanut before we left...she's been askin' for pictures and updates already. Although I'll have to take some if you're gonna be looking this good, honey." He trails his hands down your sides, tickling you a little before resting one hand on your stomach, engulfing the bump entirely, with the other hand holding your waist.

He really could get used to holding his whole world in his arms.

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neon-lights-and-glitter · 5 months

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Fight The Feeling- Part 14 Long Way From A Wife And Kids

Summary- Right before New York Fashion week, Jack's song Mockingbird Valley gets released, which includes a line that you don't take in the way Jack meant it.

You and Jack had flown into New York on Thursday night, about a week and a half after the Grammy Awards. Jack was featured on a song with DJ Drama, “Mockingbird Valley” that was coming out shortly after you landed. You tried to stay awake with Jack but ended up falling asleep about 30 minutes before the song came out. Sure, Jack could have just played the song, but you wanted to be surprised. And when you listened to the song the next day, you certainly were, but not in a good way.

You woke up to several texts about Jack’s song, or more specifically a specific line in the song. At first, you thought everyone was overreacting, so you ignored it. It wasn’t until later in the day when Jack was in the shower that you had a moment to listen to the song.

“Long way from a wife and kids”

You were pissed yet you didn’t know how to feel at the same time. You wanted to be rational and have a conversation with Jack about the line, but your emotions got the best of you.

You and Jack had plans to get lunch before going to watch a Chanel runway show. You were already ready as Jack walked out of the bathroom pretty much ready except for throwing on a hoodie. You didn’t acknowledge Jack as he walked into the bedroom which was unlike you.

“Everything okay?” Jack asked, walking over to the bed.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” You said and Jack sighed softly.

“Okay, what did I do?” Jack asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Does “long way from a wife and kids” sound familiar?” You asked sarcastically.

“I can explain.”

“I don’t want your bullshit explanation, Jack. I thought you were taking this seriously and wanted to be with me but you lied to me. You’re making me look like an idiot by being with someone who doesn’t want to be with me. Worse than that, you’re saying you don’t want to have a kid with me when I am currently pregnant with your baby.”

“It’s not like that. I didn’t mean it in that way. Just give me a chance to explain,” Jack started but you interrupted him.

“Don’t make it worse. Let’s just pretend to love each other, go to lunch and the Chanel show then we can come back to the hotel and you can go back to not wanting to be with me.” Jack sighed, but he knew better than to argue more.

You were hurt and you felt lied to. Jack knew you needed to get through your initial reaction to the lyrics first, then he knew he could explain and make things right. Plus, it would be easier to do at home anyway.

“I’m going to explain when we get home, and I promise it will make sense,” Jack said and all you did was ignore him, getting up from the bed, grabbing your bag, and walking out the door. Jack sighed before following you.

The city was already filled with paparazzi, but since you were staying in a hotel where several other celebrities were also staying, your building was surrounded. Jack walked in front of you, shielding you from the paparazzi, holding your hand so you didn’t lose each other. Once you got to the car, Jack let you get in first, and as soon as the door was closed you dropped Jack’s hand.

Urban ended up meeting you and Jack for lunch. When you went to the bathroom Urban decided to ask Jack how you reacted to his song.

“So I take it she’s not upset? She’s acting fine.” Urban said and Jack shook his head.

“Oh no, she’s pissed. She yelled at me in the hotel before we left. She’s only acting like she’s not angry since we’re in public.” You, Jack, and Urban were in the corner of the restaurant where you could be seen, but you weren’t close enough to anyone else so they couldn’t hear you.

“Even after you explained?”

“No, she won’t let me explain.

“Dude. You know as soon as you explain it everything will be fine.”

“She won’t let me. I’m just going to let her be pissed at me until we get home, then I’ll explain.”

“I mean if you think that’s what’s right, but I don’t,” Urban said before Jack nodded his head, signaling that you were coming back. Urban changed the subject.

“I’m ready whenever you two are,” You said, Jack had already paid so the three of you left and made your way to the Chanel show.

Watching the show was uneventful. It was nice to not think about the situation with Jack for a short time. Even if you wanted to shrug off his arm that was around your shoulders the whole time.

Once you and Jack returned to the hotel, you immediately got ready for bed, almost completely ignoring Jack until you were getting in bed. Jack had gotten ready for bed at the same time, already lying in bed.

“Goodnight,” You said as you turned away from Jack.

“Goodnight,” Jack said, sighing softly.

The next morning was spent trying to ignore Jack and for the first time, Jack let you. You were walking in one of the two runway shows you were in that night and Jack didn’t want to make you more upset so he left you alone.

You had to be at the venue early in the afternoon to get your hair and makeup done, so Jack decided to meet you there a little later. As soon as you left, Jack placed an order for dinner from the pizza place you ate from the night you met, which happened to become your favorite pizza place in New York.

On his way to the venue, Jack made sure to stop by a local florist where he had ordered you a bouquet of flowers a week prior.

As soon as he walked into the venue, he showed his credentials to be allowed backstage, asking to be led to your private dressing room. Not many models received private dressing rooms, but you would occasionally still experience morning sickness as a side effect of your pregnancy so it was something you asked for before you agreed to do the show. Luckily the venue was able to accommodate and the brand agreed to your request.

Jack knocked softly on the door.

“Come in.” You called out, looking into the mirror that was in front of you so you could see who walked in. You sighed softly when you saw Jack walk in, closing the door behind him.

“Hi. I’ll leave you alone after this if you want, but I wanted to give you these.” Jack said, handing out the bouquet so you could take it. “They aren’t apology flowers or anything. They are just simply I’m proud of you flowers. Even though I’m sure you hate me right now, and I don’t blame you, I wanted you to know that I’m extremely proud of you. I’m saving the I’m sorry for when we get home.”

“Thank you.” You smiled softly as you took the flowers. “I also don’t hate you, I could never. I’m mad at you, but I don’t hate you. You can stay in here, I already double-checked that your seat was reserved.” Jack nodded as he sat down.

“Oh, and I might have ordered pizza from our favorite place that will be delivered to the hotel right about when we get back.”

“That is the best thing you could have done.”

“Ordering pizza?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Yes, I have been craving that pizza since the last time I was in New York.”

You and Jack sat in your dressing room making small talk. You were still mad at him, but it was less awkward to ignore it for now than to sit in silence. Jack went out to his seat when you were getting your hair and makeup touched up.

Jack watched as you walked down the runway two separate times, cheering a little louder for you than he cheered for anyone else. Unlike when he surprised you in Paris, he didn’t have to hide his support for you, so he didn’t.

Your second show the next day and the rest of your trip went very similar. Slightly awkward, neither of you wanted to address the lyrics or the fact that you were mad at Jack, but you also couldn’t act like you weren’t.

When you landed back home from New York it was late at night so you and Jack went to your apartments. You wanted a little time alone to think about everything and even if it didn’t help you figure out the situation, you did feel better after.

The next day you had a doctor’s appointment which Jack came to. When he dropped you off at your apartment, he walked you to your door.

“Um, can I come in and maybe explain everything?” Jack asked nervously, one of his hands playing with something that was in his pocket.

“Yeah,” You said hesitantly, you weren’t sure if you were ready to talk about the lyric, but you wanted to get it over with. Jack followed you into your apartment, both of you sitting on the couch.

“I know you probably want to yell at me, and I don’t blame you, but can I explain first, and then if you still want to yell at me you can?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Yes, you can explain first.”

“I wrote the line ‘long way from a wife and kids’ after we broke up but before I found out about the baby. It wasn’t meant to be a dig at you or saying that I never wanted to marry you. It was coming from a place of I knew how much I hurt you and how upset that made me. I fucked up our relationship so badly and I knew that it was going to take me a while to get over losing you. I wasn’t going to be ready to marry or have kids with anyone for awhile. I didn’t know if I would ever want to marry or have kids with someone other than you.” Jack explained.

“Jack,” You started but he cut you off.

“I’m not done yet. I did want to marry you. I planned on it. This isn’t a proposal, but I even got you a ring.” Jack said, pulling the ring box out of his pocket. He opened it before he handed it to you. “I had the ring for a little while, I just didn’t know how I wanted to propose so I never got a chance to. I still do want to marry you, I never stopped wanting to marry you and one day I think I will get to marry you. I want you to have this ring because when I do get to propose, I don’t want to do it with the same ring I bought you before I cheated on you. I did buy it for you though. I don’t have to propose to give you a ring”

You didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure what you wanted to say.

“You don’t have to tell me how you feel right now.” Jack told you.

“Can I have some time to think? I don’t know what to say.”

“Of course. Do you want me to leave so you can have some time alone?” Jack asked and you nodded. “Okay, let me know when you’re ready to talk. If you need anything, call me okay?” You nodded before Jack left your apartment.

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not-magdi · 6 months

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hi, one where the reader is a singer, and she composes a song for Gavi ( yellow-coldplay) and he reacts to it, thanks<3

Our Song

I know how to add the song now !

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selenagomez: I would like to add that she stole MY tone studio for that.

⎜your_username: I'm sorry but yours has comfier chairs than mine 🥺

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lemonhoneypie: I swear if these two don't sit at the same table at the Grammys again I'm gonna cry

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y/nandpablostan: She tagged Pablo, you think she wrote the song for him?

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After three months of hard work and many nights at the tone studio, your new single, 'Yellow', is finally done.

Usually, you wouldn't need that much time for one song, but this one has a special place in your heart. It's about your boyfriend, Pablo. You have been together for two years now, and your love for him has only grown.

Pablo does anything for you. Nothing is too complicated or too expensive for him. As long as you're happy, he's happy.

You wanted to give something back to him, something that shows your love and appreciation for him. Finding the perfect present or gesture was difficult. You searched for weeks until you stumbled over an old picture of you two.

The story behind it inspired you to write something that came deep from your heart.

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Currently you are sitting in your studio waiting for Pablo to come by. He had training today, but you wanted to let him hear it first, before publishing it.

You always ask him to listen to your songs before everybody else. So he didn't think about it that much when he knocked on your studio door.

"Amor, I'm here!"

Standing up from your seat, you rush to the door to open it, immediately falling into his arms.

"HELLO, I'm so glad you're here. Come in, come in, come in!"

Laughing at your excitement, he let you drag himself into your studio. After you sat him down in one of the chairs, you felt his hands grabbing your waist, pulling you into him.

"What got you so excited, cariño?"

You blushed at his question, hiding your face in his neck. You were nervous about his reaction. You shouldn't be. That boy loves you with his whole heart, but you still feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Nothing, just excited to show you my song."

"Well then, let me hear it."

Taking a deep breath, you loosen yourself out of Pablo's embrace and go to your equipment. You look back at him before you press play, and the sound of guitars fills the room.

-Look at the stars,

Look how they shine for you,

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow

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Flashback

You and Pablo confessed your feelings for each other at Pablo's 17th Birthday party. After everybody left, and it was only the two of you, you sneaked out and climbed on top of his parents' garage.

The garage had a flat roof, so you could lay there and watch the stars at night. It was something special between you two, climbing up here and watching the stars together.

You first found him there after a fight with his parents, hugging his knees and sobbing into them. You stayed with him and comforted him until it was dark and the stars lightened up the sky.

So, of course, after his party, you were sneaking up there after his parents went to bed. Cuddled up under a big blanket.

"I want to give you my last birthday present."

"Oh, you still have a gift? You already gave me so much."

"I know, but I wanted to give you something special between us. Close your eyes."

Taking a deep breath, you look at his features in the moonlight and how his lashes touch his rosy cheeks. You grab his cheek with a feather-light touch and brush your lips against his.

You thought he would turn away immediately, but he grabbed your cheeks and deepened the kiss after a few seconds.

Having to stop because your lungs started to burn from the lack of air, you look at each other with bright red cheeks and pure love and adoration in your eyes.

Giggling shyly, you cuddle yourself deeper into him, hiding your face in his neck.

"I really, really like you Pabs. Like so much." You whisper into his neck.

"You have no idea how happy I am right now! I really like you too!" You feel his arms tightening around you and his lips kissing your head.

Unbeknownst to you, his parents were watching the whole scene in awe. His Mum, taking a photo of you two with her old Polaroid camera, snuggled together, watching the stars.

The next morning, you found the picture on Pablo's bedside table. And since that day, it's always with you.

Flashback end

The song comes to an end the whole time you haven't dared to look at him, scared of his reaction.

Now, you slowly turn around, seeing your boy sitting there completely frozen, mouth agape, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh, Amor, don't cry. You're making me cry too."

Rushing out of your seat, you crash into his arms, holding each other tight. You dry his tears by kissing them away, each and every one of them.

Sniffing, Pablo looks down at you, kissing your lips as passionately as he can.

"I love you so much, Amor. I hope it lasts forever."

"I know it will"

-And you know, you know I love you so

You know I love you so

...

#pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi oneshot #pablo gavi x you #gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi #gavi x you

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Harmony of Hearts

Pairings: Bryce x Olivia, Ethan x Merida (@lilyoffandoms), Tobias x Casey (@jerzwriter) Book: Open Heart Word Count:>800 Rating/Warnings: general (only warning is bad song writing, I'm not a song writer 🤷‍♀️)

Synopsis: Tobias, Ethan, and Bryce surprise the ladies with a song they wrote for them.

"Not so fast, Ramsey–" Tobias's arm shot out in front of the head of diagnostics, blocking his path to the door.

"We all agreed to this," Bryce added, folding his arms as he leaned against the wall, a playful smirk playing on his features. "For what it's worth, I think you sound good."

The blue-eyed doctor's brows narrowed, and his lips pulled into a frown, although the corner of his lips betrayed the sentiment. "It's not too late to book a spa weekend."

"You know this will mean more. And, isn't today about celebrating them?" Tobias turned Ethan back toward the living room. Bryce followed closely behind as Tobias led the way, keeping Ethan trapped between them.

The guys gathered together, each holding a worn piece of paper as they stood in front of the couch where the girls had gathered. Their light-hearted conversation quieted as their attention curiously shifted.

"It was your idea, Lahela—" Tobias nudged him forward. "Would you like to do the honors?

Warmly, Bryce stepped closer, his eyes filled with warm affection for his wife and their friends. "Today is not just any day—it's a day dedicated to celebrating the strength, grace, and brilliance of women around the world, but we couldn't let it pass without expressing our love for the incredible women in our lives."

Ethan's stoic expression softened to offer a nod of agreement with his colleague's words.

Bryce continued, picking up the ukulele that had been lying on the coffee table. "So, we've prepared a little something for you."

"It might not be Grammy-worthy," Ethan added, attempting to lower any expectations. "Songwriting wasn't covered at Hopkins."

Tobias couldn't resist a teasing grin, his eyes sparkling as he glanced at Casey. "Don't expect Taylor Swift-level lyric writing or an Era's tour performance. No outfit changes here! We're more like... 'shower karaoke on a Tuesday' level."

Casey shot Tobias a playful smirk, crossing her arms as she relaxed on the comfy couch. "Well, if it's shower karaoke on a Tuesday, then I expect nothing less than a chart-topping hit."

Bryce skillfully strummed the ukulele strings, each note resonating with a gentle warmth, the instrument itself echoing the affection he felt for Olivia. He nodded to Tobias, signaling he was up.

With a confident grin, Tobias cleared his throat, placing his paper on the end table. He knew the words well enough. His voice, smooth and melodic, filled the room:

🎶 "In a world of puzzles and diagnostic charts,

Casey, you're the melodic beat in my heart.

With your brilliance and laughter, you light up the day,

Here's a little song to say, 'I love you' in my own way."🎶

Casey's eyes sparkled with delight. She had always loved his voice when he sang along to songs they loved, but to have him write this for her—it was something altogether different, something she couldn't believe how much she needed (and now wanted more)

Ethan was next. He carefully adjusted his tie before stepping forward. The world-renowned physician wasn't used to such nerves. His fingers trembled slightly, holding the paper tightly in his hands. His gaze flickered between it and Merida.

🎶 "Merida, my love, you were once a mystery to me,

But in your eyes, now, all the answers I see.

Your brilliance and grace cannot be denied

My love for you, I could never hide."🎶

Merida, usually composed, had a soft smile drawing on her lips. She reached for Ethan's hand, squeezing in gratitude. "I love you," she mouthed the words quietly. His thumb brushed over her fingers.

Bryce looked at Olivia, his warmed with affection for her. His gentle touch on the ukulele continued:

🎶 "Olivia, my partner in this life's beautiful dance,

In the realm of hearts, you're my favorite chance.

With a scalpel in my hand, and every healing word,

It's our symphony of love, forever to be heard." 🎶

Olivia's eyes misted at the beautiful song. Her hands clasped over her heart as she marveled at the men and their song as they continued:

🎶 "Hand in hand, through thick and thin,

Together we stand, let the melody begin.

For the women we cherish, our hearts take flight,

In the symphony of life, you're our greatest delight.

To Casey, Merida, and Olivia so dear,

With love, laughter, and the occasional tear.

With this song for you, our voices combine,

Forever grateful, forever thine." 🎶

The simple melody filled the room and the hearts of the girls. Olivia, Casey, and Merida exchanged surprised glances. Their initial amusement at the idea of them writing a song turned into genuine appreciation.

"Never again," Ethan grumbled to Tobias.

"We'll see about that," he offered with a wink. "Thursday's Karaoke night—I already signed us up!"

Their conversation was cut short as Casey, Merida, and Olivia showered them with praise, offering each their own affections of gratitude for the thoughtful gesture and the words of admiration they'd forever hold dear.

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Rewrite the Stars

Summary: Austin is feeling homesick while filming Elvis and gets one hell of a birthday surprise!

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 3.6K (I swear this was meant to be a quick drabble, and yet here I am finishing this at almost five in the morning...oops?)

Warnings: Lots of pining from our boi here

Author's Note: This was written for @foreverdolly. I hope this fills the pining!Austin feels you were hoping for! Perhaps if this gets enough likes (and if school and work permits me), I’ll write a part two! A couple of minor details- I headcanoned Austin here as more of a serial dater rather than anything involving Vanessa. It felt more suitable, given the pining angle I’m going for. Also, I wrote this like COVID never happened because that is a reality I’m sure we’d all love to live in right now. Enjoy!

Austin knew that filming Elvis would be hard. One doesn’t go into a project about a beloved figure of American pop culture thinking it will be a walk in the park. Hell, the months-long audition process made that abundantly clear. But the most challenging part wasn’t the months and months of vocal training, singing lessons, costume fitting, or reading every possible book and watching every video about Elvis Aaron Presley he could get his hands on.

It was being away from his friends and family.

It was just him alone in an apartment halfway across the globe from the place and people he called home. It didn’t matter how many FaceTime calls he made with his sister Ashley or his childhood best friend Y/N or how many care packages they sent filled with his favorite snacks. Eventually, the calls ended, and the snacks were eaten.

His birthday was around the corner, although he was surprised he even registered that it was close. He texted Y/N to see if maybe you would be able to fly down for a quick visit. He even offered to pay for your plane ticket and introduce her to Baz, one of your favorite directors. That morning while he was in hair and makeup, you texted back, “Get me a spot on the soundtrack, and you got a deal!”

He snorted at the reference to the joke you made when he told you that he got the part…after screaming and crying out of excitement and happiness for him. You were the first person he wanted to tell when he got the news. You had been the one that encouraged him to go for the part in the first place. It had become a tradition between the two of you. Celebrating each other’s big moments. He remembered the day you told him about your record deal. He always believed you had the talent to follow your dreams. Growing up, you always wrote poetry and bits of songs, and the two of you constantly played guitar and piano in your room. It was one of the few spaces he felt comfortable enough to be himself. You never got frustrated with his shyness or anxiety, even agreeing to play in the dark to make him feel more comfortable. When you won your first Grammy, he was in the crowd, clapping until his hands ached.

Your subsequent text made his heart sink. “In all seriousness, I wish I could be there for your b-day. (Don’t think I forgot!) But I’m in the middle of recording my next album and my producer is a workhorse. I’m so sorry, Aus.”

“It’s okay,” he texted back. “It’s just 29. Should be done with filming before I turn 30 and we can do that one big!”

You sent back thumbs-up and blue heart emojis, and he tucked his phone into his pocket. There was a small lump in his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment. The last thing he wanted to do was cry over something so dumb. Because it was dumb! People didn’t stop living their lives back home just because he was in Australia. Jobs had to be done, bills had to be paid, and his feeling homesick like a little kid didn’t change that. His sister had sent back a similar response when he asked if she could come for a visit. He told her he understood and to not worry about him.

“Are you all right, Austin?”

He opened his eyes to his makeup artist Trisha looking at him in the mirror. She had a gift for reading his moods. Sometimes, he wished she wasn’t so accurate. He shrugged and mumbled, “Just got a disappointing text from home.”

“Sorry to hear that,” she said. She stayed silent for a moment, brushing more bronzer onto his face. “Want to talk about it?”

The lump in his throat hurt to talk around. “Not really.”

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The day before his birthday, Baz picked Austin up at his apartment. He had a coffee waiting and was listening to the usual Elvis Presley playlist. He had long stopped being surprised by the Australian director’s eccentric nature. What surprised him was Baz didn’t drive them directly to set. Austin looked at the older man and asked, “Where we goin’?”

Baz just shrugged as he flipped on the turn signal. “The airport.”

This confused Austin. He tried to mask this by joking, “Is this your way of telling me I’m fired?”

That prompted a laugh out of Baz. “Nothing of the sort. I’m just picking up a friend. Flying them in for a special cameo for the film. I thought you’d like to tag along.”

“I’m not needed on set?”

“That is the beauty of being the director,” Baz replied with a grin. “I determine where you’re needed.”

Austin picked up the coffee Baz bought him and took a sip. “That’s not ominous at all, Mr. Luhrman.”

The two of you spent the rest of the drive discussing work. What Baz had planned, any concerns Austin may have, and what could be done to fix them. He loved working with Baz. He was unlike any director Austin had worked with previously. The man had a vision but never let that stop him from treating his cast and crew respectfully. Austin’s time in Hollywood had shown him what a rare quality that was in a director.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the Brisbane airport. Baz had been tight-lipped about who exactly they were coming to get. He was happy he took care of getting dressed this morning. The weather flipped down in the Southern Hemisphere, so he woke up to a cold snap that morning. He put on a navy cashmere sweater Ashley bought him before he left. The closer his birthday got, the more intense his homesickness felt.

Baz parked the car, and the two of them headed inside. They were stopped a couple of times by fans eager for a selfie or an autograph. Austin watched as a young woman told Baz how she was inspired by his work to go to film school. He gave her some words of wisdom and agreed to take a photo with her. It was touching to witness and a lesson on how to talk with fans. Finally, they arrived at the area where people waited for arrivals. Austin turned and asked, “Gonna let me in on who we’re meeting?”

Baz looked up from his phone and simply gestured in the distance. Austin turned to where Baz was pointing and thought his heart would stop. It was Ashley and Y/N! They were here in Australia! Austin turned back to Baz, who simply said, “Happy birthday, son.”

Austin wasted no time sprinting toward the two women. He pulled his big sister in for a hug first, squeezing her tight and saying through tears, “If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”

He felt Ashley rub his back. “This is very real, little brother. And you have Baz and Y/N to thank for all this.”

He pulled away from his sister to see you standing there. Your eyes were glassy with tears even as you joked, “Well if you weren’t going to get me on the soundtrack, I figured I had to do it myself.”

Austin choked out a laugh and picked you up, spinning you around and squeezing you tight. His nickname for you growing up was Tink because of your tiny frame and fiery temper. When he finally set you down, he looked down at you as you explained, “Me and Ashley have been worried about you lately. You seemed really blue. So, I did the L.A. thing: I had my people reach out to Baz’s people and ask if we couldn’t arrange a surprise for your birthday.”

By this point, Baz had joined all three of you. He clapped Austin on the back and said, “I know that the Method is all the rage in Hollywood, but I don’t see sense in tormenting yourself needlessly. We can put production on pause for a little bit. Spend some time with these beautiful women who love you very much.”

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That night, the three of you decided to stay at Ausitn’s place and order takeout later that evening. You were slightly more experienced with jetlag, but Ashley required a late afternoon nap. That gave the two of you time to catch up. Austin asked how work on your new album was going and just let your voice live and in person wash over him. You wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. Your hair was in a messy bun on top of your head, and your face was covered with one of those Korean skincare masks you loved. But to Austin, plain or dressed for a red carpet, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He had always been a little in love with you. The timing never seemed to be on his side enough to make a move. As a teen, he was intimidated by your sudden rise to fame through MySpace. One day, you were posting songs you wrote, then suddenly, you had a record deal and were playing across the country. The last thing you needed was some awkward guy next to you whose biggest claim to fame was bit parts on iCarly and Hannah Montana.

As you both got older and started dating people, Austin figured maybe the two of you were meant to be just friends. He remembered watching a movie with that phrase as the title and the rant you went on after the movie ended.

“I swear to God,” you raged, “guys feel like just because they have feelings for a woman and treat her like a human being, that makes them entitled to sex with us! It’s disgusting! ‘Nice guys finish last’ is such misogynistic bullshit.”

You looked at him after finishing and squeezed his arm. “I’m so glad you’re not like that, Austin. You are rare among your gender.”

He never wanted to be that for you, either. He loved you as a person before he fell in love with you. The last thing he wanted was to be another creep trying to get into your pants. You had a long-term boyfriend, Trevor, who Austin could not stand. He was also a musician, and you met while on tour for your second album. It seemed like a match made in heaven. But Trevor had a nasty habit of comparing your careers, with his being more “legitimate” because he didn’t have to use the internet to become successful. It was a point he learned not to bring up around you or Austin unless he was ready for an argument to ensue.

“You know you’re going to have to introduce me to Tom Hanks,” you said, your eyes bright with excitement. “You know Forrest Gump is one of my favorite movies of all time. God knows how often I’ve watched Toy Story, Sleepless in Seattle, or You’ve Got Mail. I practically grew up with Tom Hanks!”

Austin grinned. “Ah, and so the true motivation for this trip emerges.”

“Oh, you were just a great bonus,” you teased as you removed your mask and massaged the excess product into your skin. “I’m here to see Woody.”

Austin laughed. Your presence melted away all of the angst he had been feeling lately. His whole body felt relaxed and at ease for the first time in months. At this moment, he didn’t have to worry about being ready for the set or rehearsing the same sequence for hours on end. He could just be Austin.

He reached out to squeeze your hand. You smiled and squeezed his back. His voice cracked as he whispered, “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you replied.

You reached out to pull his head down and kissed his forehead. He couldn’t stop himself from encircling your wrist with his hand as you did. You pulled away slightly, and for a moment, you both breathed the same air. Your eyes connected. It could be so easy. He could just lean forward and do what he had been dreaming about for ages. He rubbed your inner wrist and found a racing pulse. You were so close. But…he wouldn’t do that to you. Austin knew how you felt about cheating, no matter how innocent the act was.

He was the first to break the moment. Clearing his throat, he pulled away and said, trying to force a laugh, “Don’t let Trevor hear you say that. How’s he doing, by the way? Still on tour?”

Something fell over your eyes at that moment. Before he could question it, you laughed harshly and said, “Yup, still touring. I think he’s still pissed because I told him I didn’t want his help on my next album. He’s been weird since I helped improve one of his singles by making it a duet. So now he’s needlessly looking for “improvements” in my work.”

Leave his sorry ass, Austin wanted to snap. You’re twice the songwriter he will ever be, and you deserve someone who recognizes true talent. The words were on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he said, “I’m sorry. Maybe it’s just a rough patch?”

“Yeah, maybe,” you replied. “But…they seem to be coming more frequently here lately.”

Scrubbing your face, you jumped up and said, “Bleh, enough about Trevor. Let’s see if Ashley has recovered enough so we can order something to eat. I’m starving!”

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People could never say that Baz Luhrmann was a subtle man. For Austin’s birthday the following evening, he rented a restaurant with an adjoining karaoke bar. This surprise party had been well-planned. Catherine even decorated the space and ensured the manager secured any recording devices from non-guests. When the trio arrived, Austin hugged Baz and Catherine and thanked them for such kindness and generosity. Ashley wore a dusty rose off-the-shoulder dress with an A-line skirt that looked gorgeous. You looked stunning in a black cocktail dress inspired by Breakfast at Tiffany’s, complete with an updo and tiara. When you finally emerged from Austin’s bedroom, he mumbled, “Hello, gorgeous.”

You winked and said, “Thanks, but wrong movie.”

There was the usual dinner and giving of gifts. Baz, Tom, and others gave speeches, praising Austin so much that by the end, he was a puddle of tears and emotion. At the end of the dinner, he couldn’t say more than, “Thank you for all over this. Making this movie and being here with all of you has been one of the best experiences of my life. I will carry it with me and treasure it always.”

Once the dinner concluded, the party moved to the karaoke bar. Baz and you, as Austin figured, got along like a house on fire. Both of you were music nerds and kept trying to outdo each other in karaoke performances. You won the night with a spirited rendition of Tina Turner’s Proud Mary that saw your heels kicked into the crowd, your updo wholly wrecked, and Olivia holding your tiara as she screamed and cheered. As you exited the stage, Baz stood and bowed, saying, “I know when I’m beaten. Now, what’s this about you wanting to be on the soundtrack?”

A few others took turns on the stage. Dacre, Luke, and Adam tried to sing together to Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl. Tom and Rita sang I Got You, Babe before bidding everyone good night. Olivia, Ashley, Catherine, and you giggled through Wannabe by the Spice Girls. After the song ended, Olivia, Ashley, and Catherine teetered their way back off stage, but you remained. Putting a hand on your hip, you said into the microphone, “Mr. Butler…you are the only one who has not sung this evening. It’s time we fixed that. Get your ass up here!”

Everyone began chanting Austin’s name until he shrugged off his jacket and tie and joined you on stage. You had a look on your face that seemed both nervous and excited. Ever the performer, you turned back to the crowd and said, “Now, D.J., before you start the song we spoke about earlier, I wanna tell everyone here a little story about Austin and me.”

“Oh Jesus,” Austin said loud enough that the mic picked him up.

“Hush you,” you smacked his shoulder. “Anywho, me and Austin have a favorite pastime back home of watching bad movies together. It’s kind of like Mystery Science Theater 3000, snarking comments and all. Well, one of our favorites to watch is The Greatest Showman.”

This prompted boos and shouts from the crowd, to which you replied, “I know, I know. The movie made over a billion, and Hugh Jackman is your national treasure.”

You paused to allow people to cheer for their man before continuing, “But as an American…the movie is ridiculous. P.T. Barnum was a dick who did not deserve the talents of Mr. Hugh Jackman! But that soundtrack fucking rules! There would be nights when Austin and I couldn’t sleep, and we would drive around L.A. screaming that soundtrack at the tops of our lungs!”

You finally turned back to Austin, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. You smiled at him as your voice softened. “So we’re going to sing you of those songs tonight. Apologies in advance to Zendaya and Zac. May you never see this.”

Oh, Jesus…it was that song. You motioned for him to come closer. The butterflies were now a hurricane. He was about to sing a love song in front of a crowd of people to the woman he wanted more than anything. What could possibly go wrong?

“You know I want you,” Austin began, his voice shaky with nerves. “It’s not a secret I try to hide. I know you want me. So don’t keep saying our hands tied.”

A few people cheered, sensing his nerves. He grinned, and as the verse progressed, he felt his confidence growing. The two of you had watched this movie so many times, you began doing a facsimile of the scene from the film on stage. You kept your eyes downcast, your body turned away from him, as if you were fighting against this as much as you wanted to give in. At last, you came together at the end of the chorus, Austin going so far as to put his hand around your waist and tuck your hair behind your ear as he sang, “So why don’t we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours tonight?”

You took the microphone from the stand and took a giant step back as the music continued. Austin could hear his heart pounding in his ears. The look in your eyes reminded him of the look from yesterday. You lifted the microphone and sang, “You think it’s easy? You think I don’t want to run to you? But there are mountains and there are doors that we can’t walk through.”

You began walking along the edge of the stage and gesturing to the crowd as you continued to sing. Austin followed you as he felt the desperation behind the song's words for the first time. As you sang the chorus to the audience, he led you back to the center of the stage. And what’s more, you let yourself be guided back. You placed the microphone as the chorus ended, and you both began belting the bridge.

“All I want is to fly with you! All I want is to fall with you! So just give me all of you…”

There seemed to be something in your voice as you sang of this being impossible. Was he making this up? Was it just the two of you committing to the bit, as it were? The edges started to blur for Austin. Were they blurring for you too?

“You know I want you,” you sang finally, your voice just as shaky as he was at the song's beginning. “It’s not a secret I try to hide. But I can’t have you. We’re bound to fate, and my hands are tied.”

Both of you were startled when everyone began cheering. In those brief moments, they seemed to fade into the background. Before Austin even had time to process what the hell happened, you said into the microphone, “And that’s enough from me. Austin, thank you for humoring me. Maybe we can get him to sing an Elvis song next?”

He was shell-shocked as you hurried off stage to rejoin Ashley and Olivia. He wanted to follow you. He wanted to take you somewhere quiet and private and ask a million questions. What did you mean by that song choice? Were you trying to tell him something? But before he could even think of what to do first, he heard the all-too-familiar chords of Jailhouse Rock blast from the speakers.

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A few days after you and Ashley returned to L.A., he got an email from his big sister. She had recorded your performance of Rewrite the Stars that night. The only text in the email stated, “If this is anything to go off of, I think you can, baby brother. Don’t waste this moment.”

Author’s Note: So…do we need a part two? Let me know down below! Likes, comments, and reblogs are cherished and adored.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #elvis 2022 #fanfiction #rpf #writing #forever-fixating

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I’m sorry Molly, I don’t know why I’m like this… but can we say this is Kate and and Anthony on her show and she is avoiding looking at his cute face, so she doesn’t mess up the interview.

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Anthony grinning as he sits in the makeup chair, waving at Kate who tries not to falter as she does a cooking segment, rushing over to him in the break, looking straight ahead at them resetting rather than make eye contact with him.

"You got the questions?"

Anthony nodded, "Very interesting question number 5."

"I didn't write that question." Kate murmured, "The whole world knows you flirted with me and they pretty much just want everyone to watch. When Sophie goes on holiday in three weeks they floated the idea of getting you to fill in."

Anthony grinned, "I'd be more than happy to, but it might get a little awkward when my contract stipulates we have to share a dressing room. I've got more than a few ways I could wake you up. You remember this morning I assume?"

"Down boy."

"Kate, we're back in twenty." Someone called out, beckoning her to sit back on the sofa, Anthony following, Sophie rolling her eyes as Anthony sat between them but scooted right over until the side of his body was flush with Kate's.

"Final looks."

"Anthony." Sophie said gently.

"Sophie," He replied tersely, "Break any hearts recently?"

"Can we just keep this professional please?" She sighed,

"Sure." Anthony smiled tightly, "I mean i'm not the one you ghosted so..."

"And back in 3...2...1"

"Hi!" Sophie said brightly, covering the frown that had been on her face seconds before with a bright smile "We're back with Anthony Bridgerton, recent Academy Award Winner for best actor. How's things Anthony?"

"Hi Sophie," Anthony said warmly. "Well, you know me, always an absolute... pleasure to see my friend Kate again. Orgasmic, some would say."

Kate felt her breath catch in her throat and her cheeks flush as she stared back at his eyes, shining with delight. "Ooo maybe let's not talk about orgasms on national TV. Kids watching and all that."

Anthony wiggled his eyebrows, checking his watch. "Eh, kids are almost off to school now. But you're right. Lets keep those between you and I, hey?"

Goddamn you

Kate shifted uncomfortably before she forced herself to look away, tapping her pen against her notes as Anthony leaned into her. "So, Anthony, you made nearly a complete sweep of awards seasons this year, must feel pretty good?"

Anthony's grin was straight from hell as his voice deepened, "Still asking me about feeling good, Kate Sharma, you have to buy me dinner first."

Keep it going, Kate, Don't pull away the producer whispered in her ear and she nearly rolled her eyes, as if she could stop herself.

"It's true." Anthony sighed sadly, "I failed to win a grammy. But who knows, maybe I'll make my own album... My sex/love sounds. What do you think, Kate?"

Kate swallowed, her chuckle coming out dry as his foot nudged hers. "I'm sure that'd be quite the album."

"Wouldn't it just." Anthony's voice was just a growl, their eyes caught together as his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip and Kate could fee herself leaning in towards him, being pulled and-

"Well, we're headed to break but we'll be back with Anthony in just a moment!"

Holy Shit the producer cackled, If he tries to mount you after the break just let him

#awards au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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randoauthor · 2 years

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Little Yellow Onesie (B.B)

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Misscarrage, mentions of death, stillbirth, swearing

Word Count: 1k

Author's Note: This is like really sad so I apologize in advance

Summary: "A yellow onesie is never worn because its owner was never born" ~unknown

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We were so excited.

Of course, it caught us both off guard at first, I mean we were both pilots how the hell were we gonna be able to take care of a baby?

But then we heard your heartbeat, the steady thump like a drum and your father was already head over heels for you.

*Five Months Prior* "Are you sure?" Bradley's voice rang clear through the phone, excitement and fear dancing together in his voice.

"I mean the six tests I've taken would say I am but you never know." I shoot back playfully, I knew we were gonna be good parents, we had always talked about it. Now was an interesting time to begin but I knew that our baby was already so loved.

"Holy shit." Bradley brought me back down to earth, I could tell he was smiling from ear to ear. "I'm gonna be a dad."

*Now* I was on edge.

Bradley was on edge.

Neither of us had felt you move all morning, your usual feisty kicks when your father talked to you or the somersaults you did whenever I laid down had stopped, and we were both on edge.

Worry gripping us by the throat as we pulled into the parking lot of our doctors office I finally allow myself to let a few tears slip.

"Our baby is okay," Bradley said trying to be reassuring but failing at the sound of his own voice cracking, "they are just scaring us." I give him a nod to tell him that I appreciate the try but that it isn't working like he wants it to.

The rest of the appointment was numb. The doctor confirming our worst suspicion with a teary-eyed look and a sad nod.

"I'll give you guys a moment." She said softly, "I'll be back to discuss options shortly." With a small shoulder squeeze she was out the door, allowing Bradley and I to sit in the dark sonogram room.

He was the first to cry.

His shoulders shook as the sobs racked through him, I did my best to comfort him but all my efforts failed at the sight of the man I love being in tears. A few slipping down my face while I try to process the news.

Mav was the first one we called.

He didn't even wait for the phone call to end before he started crying, Penny joining in soon after. We decided not to tell anyone else, not until after it was over. We thought we were going through the hard part, but in reality, it was just beginning.

We decided to deliver. Bradley made me aware that this was my choice not his and that he would be there for me regardless of what I chose.

We headed home, the seldom car ride was made worse by the fact that we had just put the carseat in the back of the car a week prior. The small seat taunted us as we drove home to pack hospital bags, only needing two instead of three.

Bradley did his best to make sure I was comfortable when it came time to deliver. He held my hand through every contraction, brushed my stray hairs out of my face as I pushed, and held me while I cried to fill the deafening sound of the empty room, the room that was supposed to be filled with your cries.

"Do you want to hold her?" The doctor asked softly, wanting to give us a chance to know our baby.

"It's a girl?" Bradley asked through tears, earning a nod from the doctor. That news only made him cry more.

We were finally handed a small pink blanket, and wrapped inside there you were. You were perfect, you were small, you were ours. The doctors and nurses let us be, they let us hold you until you were cold, and even after that we still held you, we sang to you, we told you how loved you were.

We told you about your grandfather, we decided that Goose probably would have been called Pop Pop and Carole would have probably been Grammy. We told you how excited they were to meet you even it was sooner then we would have liked. We told you about my dad, about how he was the greatest pilot of all time and how excited he was to meet you too, mom had already told me that he would have been called Nonno, our Italian running through our veins. We told you all about your grandfather’s time at top gun and how my dad was the best of them all (much to your dad's dismay)

We decided to name you Calla, meaning beautiful in Greek, because you were beautiful.

Eventually a soft knock on the door signaled to us that Mav was here, he had been like a father to both Bradley and I, especially since my father died last year.

He had clearly been crying since we called him. Taking the small pink blanket from Bradley he sat in a chair next to my bed and spoke softly to you, we stayed like that for a while, we wanted to make sure you knew how loved you were.

Eventually the doctor came in, with a sad look on her face we knew it was time to say goodbye to you. Your father and I both kissed you one last time before handing you off, and while your dad went outside to get some fresh air Mav crawled into the bed with me and held me while I cried over you, for you, about you. Listing all the things you were never gonna get to accomplish in life yet somehow you had already touched so many people.

Four days we stayed in the hospital, three of those days you stayed with us. We had barely slept and hadn't eaten much. I though having you was the hardest part, but coming home to the nursery you were never gonna get to use was way worse.

I'll admit we had jumped the gun a little when it came to your nursery the room almost completely done, walking over I set a soft hand on your crib, inside laid a small yellow onesie.

You were supposed to come home in that, you were supposed to do a lot of things. But you weren't ready for the outside world and we don't blame you, this world is scary.

And no matter where you ended up, there were gonna be people excited to see you.

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lifeascaty · 1 month

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I've been away from tumblr for a few months. In October 2021, my Dad was diagnosed with Stage 4 neuroendocrine pancreatic cancer. I felt like my whole world was falling apart. He already followed me on tumblr, so I filled my feed with things he would like so he had something new and interesting (or a cute cat) to see every day. (I was already posting a lot for him, but now my queue was entirely for him.) It was a small thing, but I wanted to do anything to help make him smile or distract him. As it was a neuroendocrine cancer, there were treatment options, and soon he was back to living life as if nothing was wrong. But I still kept my queue running for him. In November 2023, a scan was misread. They told my Dad his cancer was responding well to treatment, and he wouldn't need any more nuclear medicine for two years. Unfortunately, this mistake meant my Dad passed away on January 26th 2024. There's no question that this is the worst thing to ever happen to me. My Dad is the person I am/was closest to in the whole world. I've never felt pain like this. I don't know what to do with my tumblr now. I've had it for over a decade, but I've been posting for my Dad for so long that it feels wrong to post without him. I know that's silly. I just miss him so much.

I'm going to post the eulogy I wrote for him below the cut. I don't expect anyone to read it, but I want it to exist somewhere online. I'm really proud of it. It has mistakes - repetitions of words etc. - but I also think it's the best thing I've ever written, because it's about my Dad.

As a professional writer, I’ve felt a lot of pressure to write a eulogy that does my Dad justice. The problem is, I don’t think that’s possible. Especially without him here to give me notes. My Dad has always given me his opinion on my writing at whatever stage it was at, bouncing ideas back and forth with me and arguing over intricate punctuation but, on this occasion, he can’t. I hope he’d like this anyway.

I could talk forever about my Dad. There are so many things I want to tell people about him, about his love and excitement for the world and his joy in getting to live each day. To quote Marcus Aurelius, as my Dad often did, “When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” This sentiment defined him, really.

My Dad and I have so much in common. We traded books back and forth. He introduced me to his favourite shows and I showed him mine. He showed me his favourite movies from when he was growing up, and we were always first in line to see new releases at the Odeon in Wrexham. I would spend hours hanging out on the couch in his study as he worked and played music, talking me through his love and admiration of various songs and bands, like Led Zeppelin, Genesis, The Jam, The Smiths. We talked a mile a minute over dinner, always excited to share whatever new thing we’d learned that day. We experimented with various recipes and he gave me my love of cooking. We debated politics constantly, always talked about what was in the news, forwarded interesting posts and memes to each other across multiple social media platforms. Even when I lived on another continent we were in contact with each other every day, keeping track of our respective timezones so we could always find time to talk.

My heart aches every time I read a news article about some interesting new archaeological finding or a new discovery in space, because I want to share it with him. There are so many movies we planned to see, upcoming TV shows we wanted to watch, books we were waiting to be released.

I want to talk to him about the new Taylor Swift album and the Grammys she just won. As some of you may know, my Dad was a Swiftie – he was in the top 0.5% of Taylor Swift Spotify listeners last year. He was a fan of her before I was, often falling asleep to her 1989 album on international flights. He bought us tickets to see her Eras Tour together this summer and we were so excited. I can’t describe the pain I felt when last month he told me that I’d have to go and enjoy it without him. Because he should be here to see it with me. He loved stained glass – even taking classes and making his own artwork. He promised to teach me this summer, and now I’ll have to do it without him. But I’ll still do it. Like I’ll still go to the Eras concert – because it’s what he would have wanted, and because it keeps his memory alive.

I recognise how lucky I am that he is my Dad. So many things had to happen to make it so. Various ancestors had to meet and have children. My parents needed to be born, needed to both decide to go to the same university, needed some anonymous admin person to assign them both to the same university halls where they would ultimately meet. All so that one day I would come in to being and he would be my Dad. The chances of that happening, for everything to have gone right, are so infinitesimally small. And yet they happened. How miraculous is that?

I am who I am because of him. As a young man, he reviewed books for The Oxford Times and Interzone, a Sci-Fi and Fantasy magazine. (He was particularly proud to interview Terry Pratchett, his favourite author, and have his quote used on Pratchett’s books for years to come). He fell in love with stories and storytelling, a love that he passed down to me. Without him, I don’t know if I would have become a screenwriter and author. Storytelling is such a huge part of me, and I don’t know who I’d be without it, and without him.

There are so many big, impressive things that my Dad did and achieved through his lifetime, but the things that make up a life are the smaller moments. My parents dancing around his study to God Only Knows by The Beach Boys. His love of all our cats across the years and his special relationship with each of them. The time we went out into the garden, on a freezing cold night in November, to watch the Leonids – shooting stars – falling brightly through the atmosphere. Picking me up from Gobowen station every time I came back from London or undergrad, no matter how late my train was. His specific way of stacking the dishwasher that only I could emulate. Summer holidays swimming in the pool, eating ice cream together, and marvelling over his tan.

The problem with loving my Dad so much is that it’s incredibly painful now he’s gone. One of his favourite Marvel TV shows, Wandavision, had the line “what is grief, if not love persevering?” There is so much grief because there has always been so much love between us. And I am thankful for that. Thankful for him, and everything he has done to build a beautiful life for our family.

My Dad’s last words were beautiful. Something we often said to each other, from childhood to adulthood, was “I love you more than the moon, and the stars, and the wide, wide world”. I started saying it to him, none of us knowing the end was hurtling so quickly towards us. He smiled as I began to say the familiar words, and as my Mum and brother joined in, so did he, still smiling as he said “and the wide, wide world”. And that was it.

'To reference Marcus Aurelius once more, he talks in Meditations about how just a day–just a minute–of happiness, of perfection, of peace, is enough. The same goes for the people we love. That we ever had my Dad in the first place is a wonderful thing, something to be so grateful for. Whatever comes after, whatever fortune has in store for us in the future? It can’t change that. What happens next matters less because of the wonderfulness of having had my Dad at all.'

He is my best friend. He will always be my best friend. Whatever happened, I knew he would look after me. That he loved me and cared for me and that with him I was safe. He would look after our family, always. And he did. Even now we’re discovering things he did and put in place to make sure we were okay.

I know I need to stop talking, although, as I said at the beginning, I could talk forever about my Dad. I will finish with a quote from Terry Pratchett: “No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.” Hopefully my Dad will live forever.

#eulogy

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sturnstvs · 2 months

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RED CARPET - MATT STURNIOLO

summary: scarlet was nominated for best new artist at the grammys and she asks her boyfiend

warnings: none

when scarlet heard the news she was byond excited. no excited dosent incapture the feelings that arose. she couldn't form words, when she first started her carrer she didnt expect it to come to this, at all. she expected maybe a couple of people to listen to what she had to say not a good prortion of the world. matthew sturniolo had been there for scarlet at every hardship, every breakup, every friendship fight and breakups, like most best friends are. but scarlet was extra lucky she had a best friend that supported her carrer and encoraged her to start and now everything has fallen into place like a missing puzzle piece that she finaly found and was ready to put it back together. her best friend was there for her through everything and there still best friends to this day even if he was her boyfriend now. it was then decided as soon as scarlet got the news that she was nominated for best new artist at the grammys she knew she had to bring her favorite person and her number one supporter. the stars had finally aligned

the week leading up to the important event was brutal for scarlet. she was meeting people she hadn't met every day, but she knew in the end it was going to be worth it. she would however be lying if she said, she didnt have any nerves but matt calmed her down to the best of his abilities

it was finally the day of the event at 9:00 in the morning. she didn't have to be their until 4 however she had to get ready and do a few other things to get everything finalized for the big day. plus she found out from her manager that just so happend to be her boyfriends manager, laura that it was going to rain, meaning she would have to leave eairler then planned.

she walked out of her hotel room (which laura insisted on staying at for the event) locking the door and going over to her limo driver while she had body guards with her.

this whole thing was surreal. it seemed like a lot but at the same time she heading to the fucking grammys so maybe this is nessasary.

her boyfriend matt would be meeting her there concidering he had to drive his brothers that were also going. as soon as she got into the limo it headed off towards the venue.

as they were getting closer scarlet understood why she needed to be picked up in the limo. there were so many celebrities there. some she had met and some she hadn't. once she arrived at the front door the limo driver said that matt would be there any second and to wait for him.

scarlet assumed that laura had told the driver this as he hated this kind of thing. she felt more then gratfull that her boyfriend agreed to somthing that was way out of his comfort zone.

"alright you're good to go" the driver informed her before she walked out, her heel clicking the ground as she did.

she immediately locked eyes with her boyfriend. both of their eyes were filled with love, each with different reasons. scarlet was so happy that her boyfriend was here with her, he had helped her with anything and everything and he was her whole world. for matt he was insanely proud of her. he couldn't believe she had come this far. she looked stunning. there could be a million girls in one room but he would spot her and choose her in a heartbeat, the thought almost brought tears to his eyes.

"you look amazing love. I'm so fucking proud of you, and even if you don't win tonight just know i love you so much" matt told her walking up to her. his words laced with love

they both walked towards the door and inhaled. even though the internet knew about them they didn't post about it to offten so this was going to be a huge event for them in everything.

as soon as they walking in the doors eyes and cameras were instantly on them. scarlet gave matt's hand a squeeze feeling him tense up with the amount of eyes on them.

they eventually got towards the red carpet after a couple of interviews which matt just let her do her thing.

"you ready? this is one of the biggest nights of you life" matt told her

"yeah I am" scarlet told him with a soft smile.

and here comes singer/songwriting scarlet jones who is nominated for best new artist and best pop vocal album. this would be her first grammys event. she is joined by her boyfriend matthew sturniolo who does youtube and has almost 6 million subscribers with his triplet brothers who are in fact also here tonight.

the event happened and ended faster then she could imagine. not knowing the camara panned to her the second taylor swift announced her new album the tortured poets department. she was a huge swiftie and vocalized on it multiple times. she had such a shocked face she didn't even know how to react. when taylor won album of the year making history she cheered her on like no other. even though she didn't win she had a huge blast and she knows her boys were cheering her on in the process.

matt couln't be more happy for the girl. she really was his favorite person on the planet.

when the event was over taylor swift walked up to scarlet and asked her if she would like to come to a few more of her eras tour dates. scarlet was shocked to say the least. taylor had given her 10 tickets all on the front row.

she felt like she could cry. even though she didn't win a Grammy she meet Taylor swift and got eras tour tickets.

she couldn't be happier

note: haven't posted a oneshot in forever sorry all 😓

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sarahjswift · 7 months

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Emails I Can't Send-Rowaelin Fanfic

This is actually one of my favorite things I've ever written. It's based off of the song emails i can't send by Sabrina Carpenter. That whole album is so underrated - go listen to it! If you want, listen to the song while reading. The song is so so heartbreaking and I just had to write about it. :)

(I know I haven't posted in a while, so I thought this would be perfect because I love it so much. I wrote it back in August <33)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Language, some suggestive language

Tag List: @backtobl4ck, @aelinchocolatelover, @renxzs, @blue-bird17, @luell1q

The song had come from everything and nothing at the same time. She’d written it on a crumpled piece of paper, droplets of her tears weakening the page, at three in the morning. All of her hurt and pain and fear from that night put into a couple scrawling paragraphs.

Now, standing backstage in the wings, Aelin took a deep breath. The crew buzzed around her, Lysandra last-minute checking her makeup, hair and outfit before she went onstage. “Are you going to be okay?” her friend asked, emerald eyes filled with concern. “I know it’s an emotional song for you to sing live, and…you know, Rowan’s out there…”

Aelin winced as the sound of her ex-boyfriend’s name sliced through her heart. It was a pain she was used but not invulnerable to. “I’ll be fine,” she said, more to herself than anything. Nevermind Rowan was seated somewhere in the audience with the rest of his band, and soon he’d be about to hear a breakup song about him…no, never mind that.

Rowan was trying very hard not to think about what was coming next, about how the woman he loved with everything he had was about to be feet away from him. He’d never heard the song she was singing, very purposefully - whenever it came on the radio, which was every day, he’d cranked down the volume quickly.

Rowan took a gulp of champagne and tried to think of other things. He and his band, The Cadre, had given a decent performance, performing their song K. It was a crowd-pleaser, one of their first hits about Gavriel’s wife, Krystal. He sat at the table with the band - his brothers, really - their partners, and Maeve, the band manager.

Over the speakers, the host boomed; “Please put your hands together for Aelin Galathynius!”

Aelin took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage, immediately hit with the white-hot spotlight. She stood in front of the standing microphone and smiled as the audience cheered.

“Thank you,” she said, her own voice echoing back at her through the earpiece. “And thanks to all the fans who got me here, performing at the Grammys. This is my new single, emails I can’t send.”

She tuned out the clapping and focused on the instrumentals leaking into her left ear. Nodding to Aedion, her cousin on piano, she took a deep breath.

“It’s times like these, wish I had a time machine so I could see what you did October 13th,” she sang. “At 10:15, were you really asleep or were you lying to me and the family?”

Rowan’s stomach emptied out. October 13th, the night of Aelin’s album release party and one of their biggest fights. The night he’d lied, saying he was with Lorcan when he’d been over at Lyria’s, comforting her while she cried. Comforting Lyria over the record label rejection, when he should’ve been with Aelin, celebrating with her.

He gazed up at Aelin, who looked heartbreakingly beautiful in a simple white crop top with princess sleeves and low-rise jeans, that showed off her muscled body in a stupidly perfect way. He couldn’t help but think of how he would peel those clothes off her if he hadn’t been such an idiot…get a grip, man. Creep.

“There’s no us in us when I’m lacking trust,” Aelin continued, and he forced his mind into the present - even worse. Her expression was reserved as her eyes floated over the audience, looking or not looking for one person. “You wanna discuss, ugh, you disgust me…”

The words sliced through him. You disgust me.

Aelin couldn’t tell if she sounded good or not, but she was getting into the mood of the song now. “Don’t make me cuss you out, why’d you let me down? Don’t say sorry now.”

Her voice was rising as she got to the climax of the song, the part she’d truly poured out of the sobs that had wracked her body that night. “And thanks to you I, I can’t love right, I get nice guys and villainize him,” she crooned. “Read their texts like they're having sex right now, scared I’ll find out that it’s true..”

As she sang, she closed her eyes and unlocked the gates she’d built brick by brick over the past five months, the pain and despair from Rowan flowing out her heart and into her voice. “And if I do, then I blame you for every worst that I assume; when I’m 45 someone calls me their wife and he fucks,” at that word, her voice broke in the crooning sort of way that she loves, “our lives in one selfish night.” The lyric, the story, the truth.

Rowan was in heaven because the subject of his every desire was standing in front of him singing with the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard, and he was in hell because she was singing a heartbreaking song about him.

“Don’t think I’ll find forgiveness as fast as mom did,” Aelin said, and that was the moment when her beautiful, beautiful eyes rested on Rowan. Electricity coursed through him as she did, and he held her gaze as if her irises were his last lifeline. The most heartbreaking and despairing expression flickered across her exquisite face and it was all Rowan could do not to leap out of his chair and hold her as she pointed an accusing finger at him and cried; “And God, I love you, but you’re such a dipshit.”

“Please fucking fix this,” Aelin neared-whispered as the song crested, the instrumentals fading and becoming sadder, more mellow. She blinked away the tears blurring her vision, Rowan’s piercing green eyes sending sparks through her body, “‘Cause you were all I looked up to.” and Lyria placed a possessive hand on her boyfriend’s arm, placing a kiss to his muscled shoulder, “And now I can’t even look at you,” and Aelin looked away and lowered her arm as the roaring of the audience overwhelmed the room.

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sgt-morgan · 1 year

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Whiskey Sunrise 🥃

Summary: Joel and Sugar are the talk of the town. Their band The Family Affair a four member country unit consisting of Tommy, Joel, Sugar, and her brother Llewyn. They have toured the world, won Grammys, and raised children together. Joel and Sugar have always danced around being together, and now with the death of Llewyn, they’ll have to learn how to rely on each other while they work through the greif of loosing one of their own. Their daughters have decided that enough is enough, and with the help of their loving family, they plan to get the family back together.

Warnings: None for this chapter except for a minor character death and talks of grief. No songs mentioned in this fic are written or owned by me. All mentioned songs can be found in the series playlist.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a chaptered series. I’ll do my best to update every two weeks. Fridays it is. Thanks to my friend @justsomerandomfanfic for the help and the eyes. Enjoy the series.

Chapter 2

Playlist for the series

“Wake your ass up!” Came the shout and a thump of a pillow. The sudden rude awakening in all it’s abrupt callousness meant Tess was here.

The abrupt awakening would be more startling for Joel Miller if he wasn’t so used to it. This must be attempt five or six of waking him if Tess is here, normally at around attempt three Tess came to the house, and if there was nothing by the time she got here, it was like a sudden hurricane when she woke him, loud and destructive.

“I’m up!” He startled, pulling himself to a sitting position.

“Sure Joel, whatever. You gotta turn on your phone.” Tess grumbles, scrambling to turn on his television while he blearily began to unlock his phone. Three missed calls from Tess and one from the label, that’s no good. He can make out the TV talking about his ex band mate Llewyn and his escapades, tuning it out. Llewyn was always a wild child, it was not a shock to hear his name in the media. He had a soft spot for him though, he was a damn good frontman, and the wildness of his spirit is what made him that way. The behavior is part of the intrigue, and that’s what a front man needs,a draw in. So whatever it was, he was willing to defend his friend but with the band being broken up, it shouldn’t be his problem. Then his heart practically stops. He must have done something nuts, because The thousands of emails and social notifications that kept rolling in seemed to say it was a problem.

“Is this about Llewyn? What did he do now?” Joel grumbles, slapping around his nightstand for his reading glasses. He can’t stand them, but Sarah was right he needed them, even if they made him feel like he was 107.

“Llewyn is dead.” Tess sighs rubbing a hand down her face and letting it rest over her mouth. This… does not compute. His friend, so lively and… invincible is dead? No. This does not make any sense. It’s one of those moments when the world goes quiet, you rationally know that nothing has changed really, but the silence that follows speaks it’s own volumes. It speaks of emptiness, of loss. It speaks of an empty place in him that had just opened that he was sure could never be filled.

In an instant, his mind goes to long, hot, Texas summers, playing the guitar with the band, dreaming of touring the globe as a unit. Laughing at the idea of a four piece band with two sets of siblings, arguing over a name for the group. Him trying to raise Sarah with his misfit family of musicians. You turning up pregnant with Ellie, sobbing to them about the boy who left you. Remembered the first number one to hit the charts, the joy you all felt, remembered the Grammy awards you’d all won. The joys the sorrows. You were thick as thieves, until the end, and he could only blame himself. Llewyn wasn’t just his front man, Llewyn was his brother just as much as Tommy. Now the man he spent the better part of twenty years with is suddenly gone. He’d already lost you, and the band, now he had to suffer this blow too. It was torture.

His thoughts race, instantly going to the future, who he needed to call, what a funeral and a tribute would look like. Thinking again about the band. Thinking of you. God you, what were you feeling right now, and your daughter. How sad and terrified you must be. Then his thoughts began to catch up and he remembers why he was up so late, why he was so tired, Ellie and Sarah, his daughter and yours were having a sleepover, they stayed up till three watching Ten Things I Hate About You and whatever other cheesy films they could find. Llewyn’s Niece, your daughter, is here, and you’re over seas.

“Oh god, Tess, has she-“ he starts scrubbing his face and standing, pulling himself together and preparing to be the strong one, even though he now felt like that little kid in Texas who was beating on a six string with his next door neighbor again, worried about everything and nothing.

“No, she’s- god- she’s on stage right now. She’s performing.” Tess shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. “They’re gonna have to stop the show, news is breaking so it’s gonna be a-“ then out of the corner of her eye, Joel saw you on the screen at your show in Paris. He shushes Tess and turns up the muted television. He saw you gasp in horror and drop your guitar. His eyes are glued to the television as he watches your world collapse in real time, then his phone rings.

You’re in Paris. The band breaking up lead you to a solo career and with its success, you were touring the world. While you did your two week stint in Europe, Llewyn recorded in Texas, and he offered to keep your daughter at home to do school until you got back. It was a good arrangement, she’d spend some time with her beloved uncle, see her best friend, her uncle Joel, and you could avoid all of the feelings of guilt and sadness from seeing your guitarist in the flesh.

The shows were a hit, you’d been abroad for a week, and they had all been sold out. But to your sorrow, without the boys it felt hollow. You missed being apart of a unit, but you managed.

Tonight was another great crowd. They seemed to know your new music pretty well, unlike some of the others who had come to see a member of their once great favorite band. All was well until there was a sudden restless murmur that settled over the crowd. You couldn’t tell what was happening, but there were gasps of shock and sudden shouts of anguish. Not knowing what was happening, you tried to calm the crowd but nothing worked.

Then someone came on stage during one of your songs and told you. Your heart stopped, a horrible gasp rings out in the auditorium and with a numbness you didn’t know was possible you realize it’s your own, you hear the crash of your instrument hitting the floor. Then you’re ushered off stage, faintly you understand you’re hyperventilating, and you barely register one of your backup singers attempting to get you to breathe, numbly grabbing a water as it’s offered to you, correcting your breaths back to normal as you sob, god you hadn’t even realized you were crying. Then, reality starts to bleed back through the panic and your mind starts racing. Ellie, oh god, Ellie. Someone hands you a phone and it’s like your fingers have a mind if their own.

“Sugar,” Joel answers automatically.

“J-Joel!” Oh god, you’re sobbing and it breaks his heart “Joel! Ellie! And Llewyn! I’m not even- I wanna go home!” You cry and he sniffs back his own tears, running a hand down his face.

“Ok Sugar, you can come home, I’ll book you the first flight. Ellie is fine, she and Sara are still sleeping. She had a sleep over.” He can hear a gasp of relief in the next sobs and he tries to keep it together. You need him, he won’t fuck that up again.

“Ok! Ok! I-I-I’ll come home! Can I come- can I come to you?” He can hear the panic rising again and he takes a deep breath.

“Yeah, you can come to me baby, you can always come to me.” He sighs, “of course you can come to me. I’ll be here, I swear I will.”

“Keep Ellie safe Joel, they’re gonna be e-everywhere!” You cry again, and he knows exactly what you mean.

“We’re gonna go to Bill and Frank’s place sugar, I’ll call Tommy and we can all meet at the farm.” He soothes, pacing and rubbing a hand through his hair. “We’re gonna be ok.” He hears your crying settle on the other end of the phone.

“Will you- will you get all our paperwork please? It’s all in the safe. The combination is written in the bottom of his desk drawer- I.” You’re crying again and he wishes that he could crawl through the phone to get to you, but once you stop freaking out you probably wouldn’t want him There anyway. You were only calling him because Ellie was here, but at least you were calling him.

“Yeah sugar, I got it just… just come home.” The silence that followed was thick with the words being left unsaid, practically crackling in the air as a burst of white hot sadness. Filled with the kind of bone deep shame and anguish that could only come from having known each other the way you did, and giving it all up.

“Ok.” That’s all he got before you hung up, all things considered? He’s lucky he even got that.

Minutes later his door creaks open to reveal the two girls. Ellie and Sarah are bleary and tired, looking like they had a long night, which they did. He noted an absence of sadness, there’s just confusion, and he’s relieved to hear that Tess shut off the TV, and they both didn’t have their phones.

“Dad, did you see our phones?” Joel’s eyes fell shut at Sarah’s question, and he had never been more grateful for the chargers in the couch that both the girls had put their phones in last night before he had to carry them to bed.

“Yeah, they’re still in the couch, listen. Come in here for a bit, say bye to Tess.” He ushers the girls in and Sarah hugs Tess and says goodbye while Ellie flops face first into his pillows, a muttered ‘bye Tess’ the only sign she was still awake. Tess nods at him and gives Sarah a little squeeze before mumbling about taking care of the flight and leaving him to what was bound to be a devastating conversation.

He looks at the two sleepy teens in his bed with fondness. You had been co-raising these girls as a band since they were born- or in Sarah’s case, dropped on his doorstep- and they had become a little unit. They weren’t related by blood, but they were sisters. It helps in moments like this to remember that what they lack in blood relatives, they make up for in the family you had built as a team.

“Wasn’t uncle Llewyn supposed to pick us up for breakfast?” Sarah mumbles as Joel positions himself in the middle of the bed, letting the two teens curl up at his sides like they have since they were babies.

“Yeah, that fucker decide to ditch us?” Ellie grumbles, crass and prickly just like her mom and uncle, it’s a Davis family specialty. While prickly and crass as you all were, physical touch had always been your love language, so as Ellie curls into him, he can feel the echo of your arms resting around his neck, cheek pressed to the top of his head as you lean all of your weight against his back. He can feel Llewyn, leaning back to back in the studio, picking at their guitars and making up nonsense lyrics to riffs they liked. It made the ache in his chest feel like a black hole, sucking all the life and vibrancy out of his body and replacing him with a shell. Joel sighs and sniffs and that’s when Sarah clues in. He sees her suck in a breath and look at him with big glassy eyes before her gaze falls on Ellie.

“Ellie? I don’t know how to say this but-“ Ellie’s head whips in his direction.

“No.” She says immediately scrambling away from him. “Fuck you. There’s no way.” She starts to tear up and Joel starts to tear up too. He knew this would be hard on Ellie, it would be hard on all of them, but Llewyn was her person.

“Ellie-“ Joel tries, but the girl scrambled off the bed before he can even blink.

“Fuck you, this isn’t funny. I’m calling mom.” She lets out a shuddering breath and rushes out of the room. He’s left with his own daughter who stares at him still in disbelief, grief barely contained in tiny little sobs.

“Come here baby.” Joel sighs, hugging her tight, and rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“Dad, what happened?” Sarah cries, hugging him tight. In an instant she’s so grateful that her dad is here, glad she’s not alone.

“Car crash, drunk driver.” Joel sighs, brushing Sarah’s hair from her eyes and kissing her forehead with a sigh.

“What about Sugar?” She asks,

Looking to the living room where she can hear her best friend crying to her mother.

“Your Auntie is fine, she’s just shook up. She’s headed home, we’re gonna head to Mimi’s place, less likely to get bothered out there.” He gives a humorless chuckle. “Tess booked a flight, and she’s on her way back.”

“He’s…” Ellie comes back into the room, slumped and hollowed out, it hurts his heart to see this normally brash and lively little girl so out of her sorts. “He’s really gone.” She sniffs and sits back down on the bed, accepting as Sarah curls around her in a hug. “M-my uncle he’s really dead Joel?” She looks to him as if maybe the answer would change, and it nearly breaks him when he has to say yes. Because he is gone, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.

“I’m so sorry kid.” He sighs wrapping both girls up in his arms as they continue to cry for their uncle. The next few days would be rough, but he would handle it. He would have to, for his little bit of family that’s left.

18 hours of turbulence and pitying

glances from stewardesses and passengers later, you were touching down in Austin and heading for the SUV someone booked to get you home. You barely remember the flight home, all of it padding in some fugue state of grief. You numbly rub your eyes and debark the plane, hoping nobody recognizes you as you’re headed out but no such luck could be your lot.

“Sugar! What happens to Llewyn!?”

“Sugar! Are you and Joel gonna relight the flame?”

“Sugar! Was it drugs?”

“Sugar! Will there be a tribute?”

“Sugar! Is this the end of The Family Affair?”

You shuddered at their questions, not wanting to answer but feeling like if there was ever a time to say your peace… it was now.

“We make it out of this fight

I’m gonna need you to wrap my hands

Stitching up my eyes

You know that blood can blind

And them was big old boys

Had fists like cinder and stone

I dodge a blade on a dime

And they was out to chat my throat… hmmm.” Joel’s hands on the feta felt clumsy and heavy, not used to the way the music flowed from his fingertips anymore. It used to be so fluid, but now the music was coming back like a swarm, clouding his mid with thoughts of you and Llewyn. The stingers of each barn threatening to put him in shock.

“Dad! They’re harassing Sugar at the Airport.” Sarah called from the living room couch where she and Ellie had been curled up since arriving at Bill and Frank’s farm. Ellie had been sullen the entire time, nothing about the usually lively and sassy girl had been present lately and Joel was really worried. He was hoping that your arrival would curb the girls grief, even if it would be like a knife to his very soul. He forgets Sarah called. He keeps playing.

“And I admit was tanked

And you could say I was pissing gin

It’s hard to see

Even if I close my eyes

It’s fifteen degrees

I’m gonna sleep outside

Cos I got no way to feel

Even if I close my eyes

I’m busted, laid up, and dry.”

He was still absentmindedly strumming the guitar on the porch, until Sarah called again for him. He meanders into the living room to see what she was talking about, and found Ellie angrily standing and glaring at the TV with tears in her eyes. “Fucking buzzards.

Can’t leave anyone alone for two minutes.” She mumbled, tucking herself into Joel’s side as he entered the room.

“I know kid, but look, your mom can handle it.” Joel nudges her to look at the screen and there you are, fuming and staring into a camera with a fiery look he knows all too well, the heat of your stare makes him shiver even in this imperfect imitation. You’re one scary lady, and it’s no wonder where Ellie gets her fire from. He knows your heat all too well, and now he wishes more than anything to bask in it once more, even if it meant the burn would kill him, he would willingly go up in flames.

“Llewyn was my brother. A good man, a good artist, and a good uncle. He is everything I ever needed him to be, and more. I just lost what’s left of my family, and all I want to do is make it back to my daughter, and instead I’m stuck here being harassed by you assholes. Listen carefully, I willingly share my personal life with you on a daily basis, but something’s aren’t meant to be shared, and some memories are meant to be respected. I found out about his death in front of the whole world, I don’t even know how he died. The Family Affair has been our whole lives, but right now? Right now I would take back every song, note, and show to have my brother back. So, when I have answers I’ll give them to you. Llewyn meant a whole lot to so many people, but he meant the most to me and my little girl, and right now? Well, right now you’re keeping me from her. So I’ll answer you one question and that will be this, My brother will be honored in whatever way we can, but I can’t do that until I’m with the people who will mourn him. So get the fuck out of my way.” And as if she was parting the Red Sea, men and women parted from her path like they couldn’t bear to be in her war path. Joel couldn’t blame them.

“That was Sugar Davis of The Family Affair at Fort Worth just twenty minutes ago. Her fiery telling off of the paparazzi coming just mere hours after learning of the death of her brother, lead singer of the worlds top selling country unit, Llewyn Davis. She was at a show in Paris when she learned of her brother’s death. We have not yet heard from the rest of the band, but our thoughts and prayers are with them in these trying times.” The reporter on the screen moves on to show clips of their concerts and Joel reached to shut off the TV when Ellie mutters for him to ‘shut that shit off.’

“See? Sugar always handles business.” Joel shrugs, holding both the girls who were still wrapped in a shroud of melancholia that he couldn’t stand. His sadness added to the mix made what would normally be an enjoyable place resemble a funeral parlor. “Ok, why don’t we watch a movie till Sugar gets here ok?” Sarah shrugs and Ellie mumbled her assent, so he turns the tv on and hits the button to bring up his Bill’s ancient VCR.

Instead of it playing the princess bride like it was previously, a home video plays, and suddenly he’s faced with his younger self. He must have been twenty something in this little tableaux, and you were a fresh faced 19. His hair was mussed where you had removed his hat, and your cheeks were red from the heat of the sun beating down on your grin. Your bare feet were perched on his boots, and the skirt of the blue dress you wore swished around your ankles where he spun you around. He was dancing with you to some tune by Willie Nelson, swaying back and forth while you lazily draped an arm around his shoulder and grasped a hand firmly in his. You smiled up at him like he hung the moon on a string, and he smiled at you like you put the stars in the sky. He remembered this day, how the world felt so small when he was with you. Llewyn and Tommy were waltzing together flamboyantly making fun of your little bubble you were in. Watching it back now his brother and best friend were a sight, but all he could remember of that day was how your eyes shone in the setting sun. Eventually they broke it up and must have settled in behind his Frank who was clearly filming.

“You all looked so happy, what was that about?” Sarah asks as the camera comes in close to where you were dancing as the song changes to Mommas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys, and your being swung around by Tommy while Joel and Llewyn link arms and diary do in a funny little jig.

“This was the day we found out we got a record deal.” Joel chuckles, watching his younger self celebrate with his best friends.

“You and Sugar were still together then?” Sarah asks cautiously. You had broken up before she and Ellie were born, and you dated again for a while until Sarah was about seven, then you split, and so did The Family Affair. That had been about seven years ago now.

“Yeah.” He nods as the film cuts out and switches to another shot of you in the studio with Llewyn and Tommy. He clearly hadn’t arrived yet, and you were sprawled out on the floor singing that same old Willie Nelson tune while Tommy napped and Llewyn wrote something down in his little red songbook. Bill was seated at the soundboard, fiddling with dials and switches, and Frank was obviously filming again. You had a barely there baby bump, and Sarah was almost a year old, this was right after you got back together. When Joel wanders into frame your eyes light up, and he can see Llewyn fondly roll his eyes as you cast the guitar aside, smacking Tommy in the shin and startling him awake. Then he sees himself get on the ground and hover above you, legs tangled together as he leans in for a kiss. Your giggle could melt the iciest of hearts, and Llewyn seemed to fondly smile as he watched you light up with joy. He was always your biggest cheerleader, and he didn’t know who was more devastated by your break up, him or TMZ.

“That was the day we recorded your favorite song Ellie Bellie.” Joel grinned and nudged the girl who was sniffling at the sight of her unbroken family. What she wouldn’t give to see them all together again. A rare sight since the band called it quits.

“Yeah? Looks like you’re about to sleep with my mom in a recording studio.” She jokes, as the young Joel on the screen passionately kisses every inch of your skin that is available to him.

“I can be party to this no longer!” Llewyn suddenly announces in the falsified drawl of a knight. “Unhand my sister you barbarian!” He bellows, tackling Joel away from you and beginning to wrestle him while yelling Shakespearean insults at him. Their silly old uncle Llewyn, as they remember him best.

Then the picture shifts again and there you are holding a tiny baby Ellie, while Sarah crouched over her, staring at the squishy baby Ellie with wonder.

“Tiny baby sister!” The baby Sarah squealed, gently rubbing her fingers up and down the baby’s belly.

“Yeah!” He could hear himself say from behind the camera. Llewyn is there too, sitting next to you and monitoring Sarah carefully, holding her tiny little hips so he can snatch her up if she gets too rough, but mostly just to be apart of this amazing moment between his two favorite girls in the entire world. He loved those kids, that much was for sure.

“Gentle, gentle hands with the baby. You’re doing so good with the baby Sarah. This is Ellie, your new best friend.” You smiled, hugging the toddler close while grinning at Joel who must have been behind the camera.

“God Joel, we got old!” Llewyn laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and grinning brightly at the camera. He can hear himself chuckle along with Llewyn. “But we’re lucky bas-“ Llewyn cuts himself off when Frank clears his throat to remind him the girls are present. “Boys though.”

“Yeah man, so lucky. Got the three prettiest girls in the world right here.” Young Joel says, the grin in his voice undeniable. The grin it brought to your face outshone the sun, and he remembers falling in love with you all over again.

“You weren’t together then. This was before you guys got back together.” Sarah muttered. Joel didn’t answer continuing to watch you hold both baby girls with all the joy in the world.

“Sugar said you broke up the first time you broke up was because you went to college?” Sarah questions and Joel nods, the first breakup was well before that video of you dancing on the porch with Joel. That was the day he dropped out of college.

“Yeah, we dated all through Highschool, and when I moved off for college we both got into relationships with your respective parents, and when they didn’t work out we got back together.” Joel mumbled.

“Then you broke up again.” Ellie mumbled bitterly. “I’m done with this, I’m going to bed.” Ellie mumbled, going to what looks to be the room she shares with Sarah, his daughter following after her.

Joel knows the girls harbor some resentment in their break up, Ellie more than most, and he hates himself all over again. He wishes he had done better, been better, but time does not heal all wounds, and this one might be worse than most.

Joel continues to sit and watch parts of his life play out in real time, and in his heart he knows, that the best days are already behind him. In the background, like some strange backing track to his misery, there it was, that same old Willie Nelson tune.

“I knew someday that you would fly away

For love is the greatest healer to be found

So leave me if you need to

I will still remember

Angel flying too close to the ground.”

In the other room, Sarah and Ellie lay head to head, limbs dangling off the edge of the bed in opposite directions while they talk about everything and nothing.

“Sarah? Do you ever think our parents would get back together? Like when we were little?” Ellie mumbled to her older sister.

Sarah ponders this, wanting to say yes, but knowing how much it would crush her if it didn’t work out again.

“I want to think so, yeah.” Sarah shrugs,

Turning her head to look at Ellie’s troubled face in profile. “Why?”

“I just… I can’t help but think we might have been given an opportunity here.” Ellie sighs, covering her face with her hands.

“Ellie… that’s…” Sarah sighed and Ellie jumped to her next thought.

“I know that’s fucked up, but think about it, nothing short of a tragedy could get them to come back home and spend time together, so why not use this really sad moment for good. It’s what Uncle Llew would have wanted! He always wanted mom and da- Uncle Joel to be together!” Sarah makes note of her sister’s slip but won’t acknowledge it, she would call Sugar mom if she knew it wouldn’t break her heart.

“Maybe you’re right, but let’s not push too hard. They’re both pretty upset right now, but I think you have a point.” Sarah sighs, sitting up and scrubbing her face as if to clear away the fog from her brain like a windshield.

“Well, those two fuckin brainiacs won’t be able to figure it out without a big push, but I’ll try to be subtle.” Ellie laughs, bumping foreheads with Sarah and grinning at the snort her sister lets out at her profanities.

“What are my girls giggling about in here?” The voice of the girls adoptive grandfather Frank drifts through the room they’re sharing and it’s like a balm to their souls.

“Frank!” They cry in unison, launching themselves at the older man with a grin.

“My babies! Oh I’ve missed you!” Frank chuckles, kissing both his adoptive grandchildren on the head with a fond little smile. “Was that a scheme I heard in here? Something about getting your parents back together?” He grins at them with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and they grin back, noting that they might have one more dog in the race.

“Yeah, you want in?” Ellie wiggles her eyebrows and Frank chuckles at the spirited little heathen.

“Well, Bill and I have been trying to do it for years, maybe they need just one more push.” He laughs, smoothing Ellie’s curls and squeezing Sarah’s hand. Those two girls really are a blessing to the old man, the glue that kept his little pack of adopted mutts in his care.

“Bill cares about wether or not out parents get together?” Sarah chuckles,the look on her face disbelieving.

“Don’t let that old hard ass fool you, he’s a softie for Sugar, always has been.” Frank rolls his eyes. Bill was technically your godfather, best friend and military

comrade of your deceased father, tasked with his children’s safety until you graduated high school when your dad died the summer before your senior year. Frank was his life long partner, and they had been together for as far back as you could remember.

Nobody fully stated the nature of their relationship, but everyone knew they were a pair, and nobody in your little pack of misfits could find it in themselves to care. If memory serves, Frank and Bill were rumored to have met while they both worked on a David Bowie tour in 70’s after Bill toured Vietnam with your dad. Bill was a sound engineer, and Frank was a costumer, they fell in love at a road crew Jam session. When Gay Marriage was legalized, you remember them disappearing for a weekend and showing back up with wedding rings. Your ecstatic little misfit family threw them a party, and Frank’s favorite photo of you all together is from that night. Everyone is in that photo, including both babies and Tess. Frank was like everyone’s favorite parent, the one you go to for advice and comfort, and Bill was the protector. When you moved in that summer after your dad died, Frank never questioned that your brother and his little pack of friends would be staples in his home. When Llewyn asked his Godfather it was an immediate no. Eventually though, Bill, whose only soft spot was for the little girl his friend charged him with when her mother died in child birth, cracked. When she begged, he let them stay, no matter how much he despised the troublesome Miller brothers who followed his god children like a plague.

Bill kept that bout of ill will for Joel and Tommy Miller until they beat up the boy who broke your heart and left you with Ellie until he was black and blue, then he found it in him to like the Miller boys a little, and that Joel sure could play the six string.

“He is Especially where his three favorite girls are concerned.” Frank winked at his granddaughters and they giggled. “We’re with your girls, and when your Uncle Tommy gets here, he’ll want in on the action too. Maria and I love playing matchmaker.”

“Thanks Grandpa Frank.” Ellie sighed, nearly squeezing the life out of the older man.

“No problem spitfire, it’s always a pleasure for to scheme with my babies.” He winks and gets up to leave the room, picking up a set of abandoned sheets that must have been for the guest room.

“Wait, if Tommy and Maria are coming to stay… we wouldn’t have enough beds.” Sarah mutters, looking curiously at where her Grandfather had just vanished.

“That scheming old fart!” Ellie laughed flopping into the pillows. While a grin bemused grin dawns on Sarah’s face “He’s making them bunk together!”

The older girl, newly clued in on the scheme, giggled with a sigh. “I love our family.”

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