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mrsmandalorian · 5 days

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Nonsense

-- pedro x singer!f!reader

a/n: howdy everyone! was inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's Coachella performance to write this. let me know if you guys want a second story to Espresso lol. much love to everyone!! -maddie

Summary: A surprise visitor at your first-ever Coachella performance!

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Word Count: 4.5k

Song: Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter!!!!!!

Warnings: 18+ mdni, reader is able-bodied, smut!!!, and fluff!, drinking, drug use (edibles and smoking), switch sex, p in v, fingering, sexual teasing, pet names (mi amor, princesa, daddy, baby, baby girl, puppy, angel)

Coachella was one of the most famous music festivals a musician could play at. It was such an honor to be on the setlist. It is incredible to perform a night each weekend in a row. This might be the most significant break in your career. Something felt missing.

The crowd started to get excited as the set time grew nearer. The nerves shot through you as you took deep breaths. You were trying to get over the feelings going through your mind.

“Are you alright?” one of the backup dancers asks as they help you with the earpiece. As you look yourself over in the mirror, you see the beautiful outfit that was personalized to fit you wonderfully, with your hair done beautifully.

You were ready.

“Yes, I am ready!” You smiled at your team as you took hold of your microphone. The band starts playing one of your most famous songs. The lights went dark as the band played the first cords of the song. The crowd roared in anticipation. You slowly stepped out into the darkness and started the melody.

The lights pour onto the stage, and the crowd goes wild. They get the first glance at you with your sexy and luxurious outfit. You smirk to yourself at the attention as you scan through the crowd. All the exciting and loyal fans in the crowd as they sing every verse with you. You follow the dance choreography you have practiced and performed many times. Once the music was going, it was hard not to get stuck into it and forget about the hundreds of people in front of you. The crowd was going wild as they sang along to your new song.

You continued the song as you had images of the reason for it, smirking to yourself. Pedro makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, from how he treats you publicly to the bedroom activities. A few songs highlighted the bedroom activities. You had never written such “edgy, sexy” songs before you met him. The secret love affair had made all of you so happy. He still made you content and secured in your relationship even miles and hours away from him.

As you go through the song and move around more, you look into the VIP areas and see many familiar faces. You don’t pay much attention as you have to end the song. You were so busy entertaining your fans that you did not notice who had slipped into the VIP section alongside both of your mutual friends. You were so focused on the choreography and in your element. The show was a big deal and a performance with dances and graphics for all the songs on the giant screens. You were singing your last song of the night, which was Nonsense. It was one of your favorite songs to perform, as it gave the audience the mood for the evening. The song represented something personal to you: your secret relationship with your new lover, Pedro Pascal, the whole internet’s boyfriend. It was interesting to see social media go crazy over who the song might be for. Some had the correct answers, but it was still a new and private relationship.

The lights fall as the melody starts. “I think that you guys will enjoy this next song! I have seen all the tiktoks, by the way.” You joke into the darkness and receive a wild response from the crowd. You take a few breaths and get into position in a very sexy pose, along with the dancers, waving at the sweet fans who can see you.

“No (La-la, la-la) da-ah-ah, ah (Ah-ah, uh, uh, uh, yeah)”

As the song begins, the spotlight shines only on you. You scan over the crowd with a smirk. It was one of the sexy, edgy songs you wrote because of your lover. There are butterflies in your stomach from nerves to play something as personal as this song, especially for such a big and reactive crowd.

“Think I only want one number on my phone I might change your contact to "Don't leave me alone." You said you like my eyes, and you like to make them roll Treat me like a queen; now you got me feelin' thrown, oh.”

The stage lights illuminate the whole stage as you walk around and sway your hips to the music. During the lyrics, you stop and try to sing with your fans as you make your way to the side of your VIP area to see those familiar faces.

“But I can't help myself When you get close to me Baby, my tongue goes numb Sounds like blah, blah, blee”

As you sing towards the area, your eyes linger over your friend group of non-famous friends to Sarah Paulson, which causes you to smile at them. You continue to scan the section until they land on HIM. The person that this song was written about. He was being his goofy and adorable self as he sang along with you. This causes you to mess up with a blush but quickly recover as the next verse comes.

“I don't want no one else (don't want) Baby, I'm in too deep Here's a lil' song I wrote (a song I wrote) It's about you and me (me)”

The eye contact that he held with you as you sang your filthy thoughts of him directly to him with a huge smirk. You continued to perform as you moved your hips a little more to the choreography because of him. In the following verses, you look away as you sing to your fans.

“I'll be honest Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in And when you got your arms around me Ooh, it feels so good. I had to jump the octave I think I got an ex but I forgot him And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it I don't even know I'm talkin' nonsense I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah)”

You twirl your hair and sway your hips back to his side of the stage as your dancers follow close behind you. Make eye contact with him to ensure he is focused on you now.

“I'm talkin' all around clock I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks I'm talkin' opposite of soft I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts You gotta keep up with me I got some young energy I caught the L-O-V-E How do you do this to me?”

You follow the choreography correctly as you hold flirty eye contact with him. Once you go over the chorus again and start to finish the song, you stand in your final position in the middle of the stage. You send him a wink and blow a kiss, then turn your attention to your fans.

“You guys have been absolutely the best! I hope you all enjoyed it and hope to see you again next weekend! I love you, and please stay safe!” You say after you show appreciation to your band and dancers. You wave and bow as the crowd goes wild and chant your name as the lights go down.

As you run backstage with your crew, laughing and smiling, you give all of them well-deserved love and appreciation. Your manager is there with water and a hug.” You did amazing! They loved you!” they say as you drink your water and wipe the sweat. Now celebrate! Not too hard!”

You follow their instructions as you see your friends run up as you exit the backstage towards your tent. They all sang praises and love and hugged you. After a while, you finally met the handsome brown eyes again, but closer this time. You jog up to him in your tight-fitting outfit with a big smile as the two collide in a hug, throwing your arms around his neck. He was wearing a button-up shirt with the first set of buttons undone, dark jeans, and his oversized glasses and baseball cap.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You say with a smile as you look up to him. He smirked as he got ready to say something witty back to you. You interrupt it with a short but passionate kiss on his lips. “I’m happy you’re here! How long have you been here?” Your hands land on his exposed chest, which makes him pull you closer.

He chuckles at you as he sees the adrenaline still pumping through you as you chatter to him. “I just decided to come to see my favorite person perform at Coachella. My schedule can wait two days. I’ve been here the whole time. You were great, beautiful.” He keeps his voice so no one else can hear your conversation. You feel his hands slide down your hips a little bit. “Also, where did you get this little number, and why haven’t I ever seen it?” Letting his thick fingers run over the design against your lower sides.

The compliments give you a confidence boost on top of your adrenaline rush. You bite your lip as his hands wander slightly until they settle on your lower back. “I planned on changing before we celebrate, but if you like it, I can keep it on.” You whisper into his ear, then look back at his expression.

His eyes darkened from your comment, causing him to pull you a little closer. “I like that idea,” He whispers in your ear as his lips graze your neck with a few pecks. Before you both could continue, your friends gathered you into other event areas. The group stayed together as they went to different stages to watch other artists, including Doja Cat and Lana Del Rey.

Pedro and you both socialized and drank with all your friends as you celebrated your incredible performance. There were edibles taken sometime in all the fun. He would occasionally hold onto you as you both danced closely. You both let loose, and as you can see, everyone was far from wasted. You were letting your bodies get as close as possible, hips grinding onto his. His hands would run down your sides and tease you. Stealing kisses from each other, and the sexual tension was through the roof.

The feeling of being watched makes you look around every once in a while. The camera flashes and excited screams from people around you made you realize that your relationship might not be that much of a secret now. Pedro and you interacted with lovely, chill fans who casually recognized you. You had some groups that would call over to Pedro as “daddy” as he played it off like a champ.

“Vamos, mi amor,” Pedro whispers in your ear as he grips his gentle hands around your waist. You meet his erotic brown eyes that make your cheeks burn hard as you squeeze your thighs together. Pedro was very facially expressive because you could read his thoughts whenever you looked into him. His thoughts were highly naughty, and it was time to go home. “I wondered how you felt about calling it for a night and heading back to your room for a nice bath.”

You look around at everyone in the crew and see your friends slowing their nights down, which doesn’t make you worried about causing another upset. Meeting the brown eyes again, you give him an arguing grin as you throw back your head with a laugh.

“I thought you might like that idea, Hermosa. Let’s tell them all good night and get going,” he whispers again in your ear as he gently pulls you towards your group of friends. Both of you take the time to say goodbye to your friends and thank them for supporting you. Pedro’s loud laugh pulls you away from your friends as you meet his warm eyes. He hugs everyone and draws you into his hip with an arm around your waist. “Goodnight, everyone. Safe travels!”

There were plenty of farewells, naughty things, and cat calls as you leaned against Pedro, who turned around with a silly face and middle finger gesture. He helps guide you to the Uber you take to your hotel room for the night. As you lay your head in his lap, the car ride was full of stolen kisses and laughter.

“You were an absolute star tonight, mi amor,” Pedro says as he traces his fingers along the straps of his outfit, letting his fingers run down to his cleavage. That last song was very cheeky. I wonder who that could be about.”

“Thank you. It was about one of my lovers. You might know him,” You joke with him, trying not to moan. His wandering fingers turn into wandering palms as they slowly paw at your breast.

“Oh, you are playing hard to get whenever I already have you smitten,” he mumbles, only where you could hear him. The car comes to a stop as you arrive at your hotel. You quickly get out of the vehicle as Pedro follows closely behind you. You couldn’t keep your hands off one another as you walked through the empty hotel halls. Acting as strangers whenever you encounter a person, you giggle with each other once you come back together.

Once you find your room, Pedro checks to see if the hallway is clear. He uses a little force with his grip as he leans you against your shut door. Letting his hands explore before they landed on your bottom, kneading your ass. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw as he lines his lips up with yours, passionately kissing yours. His body closes into yours as you let him control the situation as you follow his lead. After grinding bodies and long, passionate kisses, you pull away, trying to catch your breath as you stare up at him with your cheeks burning. “We should get inside,” you say as you turn around the door, fumbling with the door. Pedro stepped back a little and watched as you struggled a bit.

“Why are you so frizzled, mi amor?” He whispers against your neck and presses the front of his body to your back. Feeling his stiff member against your backside along with his hot breath, almost making you moan out at contact. “Let me help you.” He helps you inside as you giggle and follow him.

Pedro and you have been messing around for a while now. You have not discussed a relationship status or anything, but neither of you hooked up with others. He treats you like a significant other the way he respects your boundaries and doesn’t hide his affection towards you.

“Let’s go put that beautiful bathtub you sent me a picture of yesterday to good use,” he teases you as he takes off his baseball cap, which makes his hair go all over the place. He starts unbuttoning more of his shirt as his chest becomes bare. You can’t resist running your hands down his chest as he looks at you with a smirk.

He spanks your ass hard with a groan because of your hands on him. “Let’s go, sweetheart,” he says as he pats your ass to get you to start moving. Once in the bathroom, turn on the large white tub to create a perfect mix of hot and cold. He grips your hips as he runs his hands to the back of your outfit. “Whoever designed this little piece is a fucking genius. It is beautiful and flatters you greatly.”

“Well, thank you, Pedro. I might have had you in mind when I got it designed. I was going to send you some pictures tonight whenever I came back here,” you smirked and winked at him in the mirror as he helped you undo the outfit. He kissed down your body as the fabric went off, making chills run across your body. The time apart doesn’t affect you emotionally, but how your body reacts tells the absolute truth. The way your heart rate skyrockets as his lips make their way to your mound.

You leaned against the counter for support as your outfit fell onto the floor, leaving you only in underwear. You make eye contact with Pedro as he continues to kiss and lick down your lower half. He hooks his large fingers under the top band of your panties as he meets your eyes for approval. You give him a slight nod and grin as his feather-like kisses follow the material as he pulls them down your legs. Throwing your head back as you try not to make a noise as he runs his tongue just above your clit. You make a frustrated groan as his tongue suddenly leaves your skin, leaving goosebumps.

Pedro chuckles softly as he sees how your body reacts to him, pulling away with a smirk on his lips. He stands up as he pushes his body against yours, pulling your hips into his. “You are such a good girl for me. Your body is always ready for me,” he whispers as he ducks his head to kiss your neck. “Let’s go in, mi amor.” He gets in first so you can sit in between his thick thighs. He helps you as you slide in between his legs, back against his chest. His rigid member pressed against your lower back, his hands tease your nipples after you get settled. He couldn’t help but let his hands wander as he settled comfortably behind you. He rubs out your sore body but lets his hands focus on your most sensitive spots.

His gentle but firm hands run on either side of your hips as his kisses lay on your shoulders. He inhaled deeply against your skin, causing you to tense up your back as it chills down your spine. He moves his hands from your hips towards your mound. You used one hand to spread your left leg apart, holding it still with just one large hand. His right hand found its way down to tease your slit, playing with your sweet lips. You felt the member on your back begin to throb as he slightly rubbed himself against you. You let out your needy moans and sounds continuous as he worked his fingers against you.

He kept teasing you and kissing your shoulder and neck with his scruffy face. You had enough of his teasing and rigid member. It was rare that you switched roles, but you were both switches. (You can’t tell me that Pedro is not a switch.) You slide out of his grip as you meet his eyes once you are turned around to face him.

You grasp onto his rigid member, holding yourself up on the sides of the tub. He squirms and lets out a moan as you hold yourself over him. “I’m tired of the teasing, Pascal. It’s my turn,” you say as you ease your entrance slowly onto his throbbing tip. You find a comfortable position for your legs as you keep going up and down on his tip. He lets out a loud ‘fuck’ and moans as he squeezes his eyes close. His hands move to your hips, letting you take control. You start to ride him as you push your breast into his face.

One of his hands moved from your hips to grip your tit, “who gave you permission to touch me?” You whisper almost into his ear as he looks up at you with big brown eyes.

“Sorry, miss,” he whimpers back as your speed of volatile movements onto his cock increases. He leans back and rests his arms on the back of the tub as he lets you ride the hell out of him. He bites his lip and squeezes his eyes as he groans out in pleasure. “Fuck, mi amor.”

“You like this, don’t you?” You firmly ask him as you force his face into the middle of your tits. He starts to motorboat your breast as you suffocate him gently. The scruff from his face makes you more sensitive than you thought, riding his member harder. “You start fucking me hard, baby. Thrust your big cock into me.”

He meets your eyes with pleasing brown eyes to satisfy your needs. His pleas make you smirk as you nod. Pedro begins to slam his hips into you, moaning as he does. “Thank you, thank you for letting me fuck you.” He pants as he thrusts deep inside of you, feeling his throbbing member hitting every spot.

He grips your body, and his thrust begins to become more rapid as you continue to ride his giant member. Every thrust has the purpose of pleasing you; his hand works its way back up to your breast. He plays aggressively with your nipple, pinching and sucking on it. His other hand gripped onto your ass as his rhythm stayed deep and hard. The overstimulation of his hands and the member inside of you causes you to scream out in pleasure, “Good puppy.” You whimper as you feel your orgasm coming sooner as he leans up and thrusts into you. Pedro chose the pet name on one of the first nights you had taken control of the action.

Eventually, with his rapid thrust and wandering hands, your body starts to shake as you are overcome with pleasure. “Keep going, puppy,” you whimper as he continues to work out your orgasm. “Such a good puppy.” You whisper as you run your hands over his chest. Your body falls into his as you overcome your orgasm, gripping onto his as he continues to pleasure you. He pulls out and fingers your wet pussy, licking his fingers after you finish.

You both lay in the tub for a while as you overcome your orgasm. He held you as you came down from your high, kissing your head. “Was that good for you, mi amor?” He asks gently as he pulls you into his chest. He moved the hair from your face, rubbing his hands down your waist.

You gently nod against him as the day catches up with you. After a few minutes, you get tired of the cramped space of the tub. “Let’s get out, baby,” you mumble to him as you lean up, earning a grunt in return. The guilt of not pleasuring Pedro silently overcame you as you exited the bathtub.

The sound of a low grunt makes you return to the tub as the broad man emerges. You smile mischievously at him as he glances up to meet your grin. His member is still very much erect as he steps in front of you. The fun part of being switch partners was that it could change in a flash. You give Pedro a knowing look as he meets your eyes and stands before you. His eyes and grin light up on his face as he gently guides you onto the counter behind you. “My turn, princesa,” he mumbles and spreads your legs apart as he pushes himself in between them. He pulls your body towards the edge of the counter so your legs wrap around him.

You lean your back against the counter as he holds your lower half, rubbing his throbbing cock against your slick entrance. He leans over your body, sucking on one of your nipples to get a reaction out of you, which it did as you let out a loud moan. Your body reacted as well as it pushed farther onto his member. You both let out a pleasurable sound as his tongue runs down your chest to your stomach. Your hips start to tease him as they grind against him, which causes him to spank the side of your ass. “No, ma’am, it’s daddy’s turn,” he smirks up at you as he moves one of his hands to your nipple. His fingers quickly fondle your right nipple as you moan loudly. “You let daddy fuck your sweet, sweet pussy?”

You let out a satisfied groan as his hand moved down your entrance, gently rubbing you as his thumb ran over your sensitive clit. After gently teasing your pussy with his fingers, he lubed himself up with his fingers from your wetness. His large member enters you again as he holds onto your hips. He pushes inside slowly as you both let out moans.

“You’re so fucking wet, angel. Did ya miss daddy?” He asks as he grips your hips harder, thrusting inside of you. You give a desperate nod as your hands grip onto the edge of the counter. Pedro takes his time as he edges himself in and out of you, giving you all the praises. He pulls up your upper body so your bodies grind against one another, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding your back. “Good girl.”

The friction from the position on your mound makes it hard not to moan and squirm in pleasure. His thrust becomes more rigid and repetitive as his grip holds you gently but firmly. You could feel your orgasm approaching as well from the position. “I’m about to cum, Daddy,” you whimpered as you gripped his firm broad shoulders.

His mouth meets your ear as he groans into your ear. His heavy breathing makes your back arch and push into his thrust more. “Wait for me, baby girl,” he mumbles into your ear as his thrust becomes more sloppy. “Come for me, angel.” He sets you down on the counter as his hands grip your breast, twiddling your nipples with his thick fingers.

Before long, both of you came together with your bodies grinding against one another, along with satisfied noises.

Pedro’s warm brown eyes meet yours before he kisses you. The two of you might not have a title, but the sparks were there every touch. “Such a good girl, angel,” he says as he gently pulls out of you. “Let’s take a quick shower.” He helps you into the shower, where the two of you help wash one another and joke around with stolen kisses in between. After getting ready, Pedro carries you into bed as the two of you order dessert from room service. The rest of the night was full of laughter and heavy makeout. The two of you cuddle up to some cheesy movie and fall asleep midway through it.

These were the perfect nights for you to write a whole album about your feelings for this cheeky, handsome man.

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 5 months

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I Know it Won’t Work || Tom Blyth x singer!reader

Summary: You and Tom break up after three years of dating and you perform a song about the truth of the breakup for the first time live.

Warnings: slight age gap, reader is 23 and Tom is 30

Wc: 658

A/n: these r addicting to make lol. Also, changed up some lyrics for the sake of the storyline making sense. 2/4? Fics I’m posting today!

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You let out a shaky breath, "I left you here, heard you keep the extra closet empty," You sing the first words of your unreleased song to the crowd. "In case this year, I come back and stay throughout my twenties, what if I won't? How am I supposed to put that gently?" You had just freshly turned 23 and broken up with Tom.

You honestly don't know how you ended up here, in-front of a crowd of hundreds in London. Performing in front of people was the last thing you wanted to do at the moment but you had to keep a strong front for your supporters, this show was highly anticipated.

"I've had the thought, tried to work it out through anxious pacin'" Your biggest coping mechanism was writing songs. You never knew how to really express your emotions in sentences to someone, so instead, you write them into songs. Your real feelings and emotions laced into words that in the end, formed a song.

"But it's a lot, all the shine of three happy years fadin'" The crowd watched in silence, partly because it was a new song and they did not know the lyrics to sing along, but also because they were mesmerised. Your voice held so much emotion.

Your fans weren't aware that the two of you have broken up, but a few had already pieced it up. "The whole facade, seemed to fall apart, it's complicated." Everyone viewed you and Tom as the power couple, deeply in love with one another with no flaw or doubt in the relationship

While half of it was true, the other half wasn't. The seven year age gap different had been brought up so many times throughout your relationship. You remember the first time the two of you got together, you were 20 and he was 27.

You both received heavy backlash from the internet but the two of you ignored them all. They weren't the ones in the relationship, they weren't the ones to make the call about whether or not you should be together.

"And part of me wants to walk away 'till you really listen, I hate to look at your face and know that we're feelin' different," As the three years went by, uou hoped you weren't the only one in the relationship that doubted a few things. You didn’t want to admit that other people's comments were getting to you. As the three years progressed with Tom, you felt as if you were just both in such different phases of life.

You were still so young in your early twenties and fresh in your career while it seemed that Tom was ready to settle down, marry, and start a family. He would always mention starting a family and you would listen, not really knowing what to say to him.

But recently, you came into terms with the truth that both you and Tom don't share the same feelings or goals at the moment. "Cause part of me wants you back, but, I know it won't work like that, huh?" You loved Tom, parts of you still do. He never did anything wrong, he was everything you could have ever wished for. You like to think of him as the right person, wrong time.

But nothing was going to change the fact that you two were just in different stages of life. Nothing will change the seven year age gap between the two of you. "I know we cut all the ties, but you're never really leavin'"

Tom hasn't left your mind. It would've been easier if he did. But he just couldn't. "And part of me wants you back, but, I know it won't work like that, huh?" Your voice slightly cracks, a single tear drop runs down your face. Eyes closed, you let it. The dewy stream your tear left—accentuated with the bright lights focused on you—did not go unnoticed.

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bagopucks · 2 months

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T. Zegras - Can He Sing?

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Trevor Zegras x Fem!reader

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Word Count: 2.1k

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“We’re ready when you are.”

“I’m good. Trev?”

“Uh yeah… I think so.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Filming.”

“Hello! I’m Macy Grey and today we’re here with the singer-songwriter who brought you the famous album Silly Love Songs. And her lover Trevor Zegras from the Anaheim Ducks. On behalf of myself and the studio I want to thank you both for coming out today.”

“Of course! I love getting in touch with interviewers. Especially from locally known studios.”

“When I was informed you were in town for the All Stars, I wasn’t sure if you’d have the time, but I’m so happy you were able to fit us into your schedule.”

“Absolutely. I should be thanking you for letting Trevor come though. I know your forte isn’t exactly hockey players.”

Large studio interviews were a waste of time. It was something I always resented, and something that even morally never agreed with me. Large studios only wanted to get news first to make the most money. Smaller places offered a more personal environment and a more comfortable atmosphere. It was the only reason why I had invited Trevor along. I didn’t want him involved too much in the social half of my career, mostly because the industry and jealous fans could be cruel to artists’ lovers. But I reasoned with myself that one interview wouldn’t hurt. Especially with someone like Macy Grey. She was always so kind and open to friends, family, or significant others of musicians.

“To kick us off, I’d love to talk more on the exact reason why you’re in town. Everyone is aware of your successes, but let’s fill the crowd in on Trevor’s.”

“Where to start?” I glanced at Trevor, who let out that awkward wheezy laugh. He was uncharacteristically quiet, but this was a new thing for him. Usually hockey interviews happened when there were loads of other people around. These interviews were far more private. “He was voted in as one of the players this year to play in the All Stars, and he’s competing in a few skills competitions as well. He won a gold medal with Team USA one year before the NHL, he attended Boston University before being drafted.. what else?” I hoped to get him to join in, but Trevor looked fairly comfortable letting me do all the talking. I could fix that though.

“Trevor was voted most likely to cry in a haunted house this year for team superlatives.” I smirked as soon as I heard him gasp.

“Yeah, that’s enough of that,” Trevor cut in. “I’m not a baby, write that down.” He pointed toward Macy, as if the woman had some sort of notepad in her hands. “I’m just jumpy. It’s normal.” His blue eyes shifted toward me with a playful glare, Macy laughed softly at the exchange.

“Well, Trevor. It seems like you’re a pretty successful person yourself. Would you mind me asking how you two met?”

“Oh I love this story.”

“Me too,” Trevor chimed in, crossing his legs one over the other, and leaning forward like a kid during story time.

“So, I was in New York for a performance in MSG, and the Ducks were in town too for a game” I smiled, leaning back in my chair and trying to get comfortable. “My best friend had joined me for the eastern leg of the tour at the time, so we decided to go out for drinks downtown. My favorite bar in the city is 230 Fifth Rooftop Bar. So my best friend, Shelby and I, we just got two glasses of champagne and settled at a high table to watch the sunset. We’re minding our own business.. for the most part, but there’s this group of guys that are just carrying on. They’re loud and obnoxious and they look like your stereotypical frat guys. At one point Shelby had enough, and she got up to go yell at them.” I peeked at Trevor, his smile growing wider. He knew very well that this was the part where he came in. “So Shelby’s yelling at that group of guys, and I finally got up to go wrangle her. And just as I’m approaching.. I kinda stopped and asked myself if it was a good idea. Shelby doesn’t like to be told to stop much. Then I hear this voice right next to me. Scared the shit out of me. And the voice goes, “She yours?” I laughed softly, as did Macy.

“I apologized profusely for her behavior, and-“

“But I told her I wasn’t the one getting yelled at. So it didn’t bother me.” Trevor cut in with a toothy grin. “Then I bought her another glass of champagne and the rest is history.”

“Don’t forget about the part where you booked your hotel room for an extra night to see me perform.” I teased, “And bribed security into getting backstage to see me and ask for my number.”

“Those details don’t make me sound as cool though,” Trevor whined.

“That’s a really sweet story.” Macy chimed in.

“Thank you.”

“So he asked for your number, but who asked who out?”

“To simplify a long story, Trevor was beating around the bush too much for a little while, so one night be brought me flowers before an away game and I told him when he got back, we were going to go on our first date as an official couple.” Macy and I laughed in unison.

“And were there any arguments to that demand?”

“Not from me, no.” Trevor giggled. “I was more than happy to put a label on it.”

“And how long have you been together?”

“Two years. Three at the end of All Star Week.”

“How adorable! You guys must be a strong couple then.”

“Oh one hundred percent.” Trevor smiled as he spoke.

“Now, the question on everyone’s minds is.. can he sing?”

“Yes!”

“Absolutely not.” I corrected Trevor ruthlessly. “He thinks he can.. but he can’t.” I chuckled, glancing at the sandy blonde to see his look of pure betrayal.

“Does that mean we won’t be hearing any duets?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I answered slyly, earning a surprised look from Macy. “Trev is featured on the album.. speaking. His features are mostly just backtracks.”

“I know this may be asking a lot but- is there any chance we could get a sneak peek at that?”

“For you Macy? I would love to.” I watched the girl’s eyes light up. I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened my files, scrolling through for a moment before I stood and dragged my chair closer to the woman’s.

“This song is called Spellbound. It was actually the first song I produced for this new album. I took some of my inspiration from the song Witchy Woman by the Eagles. The reason being, this was written during halloween, and that is just one of my favorite spooky songs. For this piece, I wanted it to feel supernaturally devoted to Trevor. Like.. kind of like.. like a love where one person idolizes the other, but not necessarily in an obsessive or toxic way. I think the lyrics and the tune teetering on the edge of insanity really adds to the supernatural edge and it also makes this song unique to Trevor. I can’t say I’ll ever produce another song like this, nor do I think anyone else will. Classic rock isn’t exactly my genre, nor do I plan for it to be. So this track really sticks out. Which is the main reason why I chose to give this song its own cover art. And I’ll be releasing it as the first single.” It was a lot of information to offer, but I was very passionate about the things I dedicated to Trevor. Especially this song.

Most of my music got old after constantly rerecording lyrics and harmonies, or sorting out instruments. But this song never did. I loved it through and through.

“This sounds amazing and so.. intricate. How long did it take in total from thinking of the idea to finalizing the song?”

“A full month maybe? I hadn’t been exactly itching to make a new album, so I knew if I was going to, my basis for it was going to have to be amazing. And I think I did a fairly good job.” I paused. “I hope so..”

“I’m sure it’s amazing. Let’s hear it!”

I wasted no time in playing the track, a steel guitar and stylized keyboard opening the musical scene. I was a person who loved using clips of recordings in my music, whether it was from everyday life, or a random video in my camera roll, or even if I took the recording of the sound specifically for a song. It was one of my many musical signatures, but the one I was most known for. Atop the smooth music, came the faded clinging of pans, and Trevor’s soft voice. “I can’t wait for you to be home.. Fuck I miss you so much.” It had been a voicemail, but my sound producers managed to give it a more authentic feel, as if someone was in the room with him recording instead of it being spoken into a phone mic. The music itself was fairly calm and collected. Certain instruments helped it sound taboo and old, but the lyrics were the driving factor that made it sound almost insane. A part of me worried my audience wouldn’t take to the song well, but Macy seemed enthralled from the start of the track.

I eyed her expressions carefully through every second, smiling to myself when she seemed particularly intrigued by a section. And I had to admit, it boosted my ego to hear Trevor not too far off in his own chair humming the song to himself. I could live with myself if everyone hated the song, as long as he loved it.

Near the bridge, Trevor’s voice returned, “I’m gonna keep you forever.” This section had been specifically recorded in the studio, and despite my endless attempts to get him to take it seriously, he had giggled at the end of every take. Eventually I settled on knowing I wouldn’t have it the exact way I wanted it, and we used the take with the least amount of amusement in his voice. At the end of the day when we put it all together, his laugh only ended up adding to the crazy feel of the song.

Near the end of the track, Macy finally spoke up.

“This is the weirdest and most mentally satisfying song I have ever heard.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Really?”

“You’re so right, it sounds nothing like what you usually produce, but it still has your essence in it. You can tell it’s your songwriting. I think this song is going to be crazy successful. And I also think having Trevor on it is going to make people go nuts” I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of that. I knew my fans would love to see Trevor featured.

“Thank you so much. I’m so excited to release the song.” I admitted with a slight grin.

“I’m just excited that I’ll be able to listen to it without having to say “babe can you sing me that song” every time I wanna hear it.” Trevor teased, causing my cheeks to flush as our eyes met.

“You don’t like her singing to you?” Macy joked.

“God no. I love it when she sings. I just hate how much I get made fun of when I ask her to do it.” The three of us laughed.

“Sounds to me like you have a pretty devoted girlfriend.”

“She did write a weirdly obsessive song about me.” Trevor agreed pridefully. “The first of many, right babe?” His question made my brow rise in surprise.

“We’ll see, Ziggy.”

“That’s a good answer. Can’t give too much away just yet.” My eyes trailed back to Macy. Our time was drawing to a close. “I hate to cut us short but I think we’re reaching our limit. And I know you have your own tight schedule today.” She paused. “I really wanna thank you again for making enough time to come out. It means a lot.”

“Mace, I think I speak for the both of us when I say we had so much fun being here. You always conduct the best interviews.” The woman blushed.

“We can come back anytime.” Trevor added, catching me off guard.

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer the next time you’re in town.” Macy grinned. “I hope you both enjoy the All Stars, and rock the red carpet of course.”

“Thank you so much. We definitely hope to.”

“I’ll be watching on tv.”

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Come Home

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe sees you out with a new guy after your breakup.

“Shit.” You muttered. You’d recognize that laugh anywhere. You looked around the room through the crowd of people drinking, laughing, and dancing until you spotted him. Those damn Cartier glasses on his face complemented by a big smile.

“What’s wrong babe?” Your boyfriend asked, following your gaze across the room to see what or who you were looking at.

“Oh nothing,” you made yourself look busy and fumbled through your purse, “I thought I left my wallet up at the bar, but it’s right here.” You pulled it out and gave him a reassuring smile. “Should we sit right here?” You pulled out a chair from the high top and took a seat before he even answered.

“Works for me.” He grinned and took a seat. “Isn’t that some of the bengals players over there?” He motioned to a group of guys.

“Where?” You asked, acting like you hadn’t seen them already.

“I bet it is. Out celebrating after their win tonight. I heard they come here!”

“That’s cool!” You chimed in, acting as though you hadn’t been here on multiple occasions after games with Joe.

You took a sip of your drink, fixed your hair, and laughed at every word your boyfriend said, just doing your best to make yourself look busy and act like you hadn’t even noticed your ex boyfriend across the room. You’ve only been seeing your current boyfriend for a few months now. It’s been super casual and you hadn’t mentioned your previous relationship with Joe. It’s not like you’d been avoiding the conversation, you just hadn’t had the chance to say “Hey, you know your favorite quarterback, Joe Burrow? Yeah so him and I actually dated for 4 years. Things were super serious, but it just didn’t work out.” You let out a small laugh as the thought crossed your mind.

“What’s so funny?” Your boyfriend asked.

“Nothing.” You smiled “Just enjoying my drink.” You took another sip.

“I’ll go get you another one.” He smiled and left the table to join the crowd at the bar all trying to get a drink.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through Instagram, singing along to the song that was on.

“Hey.” You felt a hand on your shoulder and heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Joe.. hey.” You acted surprised.

“Whose the new guy?”

“Skipping the small talk I see.” You rolled your eyes. “No one you know and honestly none of your business.” You turned back to your phone.

“Is it serious?” He continued.

“It’s serious enough.” You answered and he continued to stand next to you. “What? Why are you asking me these questions and why do you even care?” You asked. “You left me, remember?” You tilted your head to the side, waiting for a response. “So why do you care who I’m with? And if it’s serious or not? I’m happy, I’m at peace, and he loves me. I don’t pop into your life and disturb you. So please, stay out of mine.” You pressed your straw to your lips and took another big drink.

He continued to stare. “What? What do you want?” You asked.

“One more question and then I’ll leave.” He said. “How do you know he loves you?” You could hear the hurt in his voice.

You looked at your ex and shook your head, “because the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not looking, is the way I use to look at you..”

You both stared at each other in silence. “I’m sorry… for how things ended.” Joe said and looked down. “I really am sorry.”

“Joe, to be completely real with you right now, getting over you was a horrific and traumatic thing to go through. I spent countless nights crying over someone who didn’t give me a second thought or an explanation for the pain they caused me. One day though, I began to heal.” You took a deep breath. “Now when I think about you, I remember the lessons you taught me and wish you the best.”

“Please don’t act like what happened to us was easy for me to go through.” You could hear the anger in his voice. “People always say that it hurts the most at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3 AM is the equivalent of being heart broken. But sometimes it would be 7 AM on a Tuesday morning and I’d catch a whiff of peppermint tea and it would make me miss you so much I wouldn’t know what to do.” He finished, letting out a big sigh and walking back over to his team.

You sat in silence, thinking over everything Joe had just said. Analyzing his words, and his facial expressions, and the way his voice cracked when he said he missed you so much he didn’t know what to do.”

“Sorry babe, long line.” Your boyfriend set your drink down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Everything ok?” He asked. “Earlier you were so giggly, and now you seem down.”

“Yeah, just not feeling very good all of a sudden.” You assured him.

“Too much to drink?”

“Something like that.” You turned to see Joe walking out of the bar alone. Pulling his hood over his head and keeping his face towards the ground. “Was he crying?” You thought to yourself. You turned around and the rest of the team was still celebrating.

“That is the Bengals!” Your boyfriend pointed in the direction you were already looking. “I asked the bar tender. He said they come here a lot after games. He said Joe was even here!” He looked around the group excitedly trying to catch a glimpse of his favorite quarter back.

You smiled back at him “cool.”

“I’m going to go close out our tab.. let’s get you home. Go get some fresh air, I’ll meet you out front.” He excused himself from the table again and made his way up to the bar.

You gathered your belongings and grabbed your phone. You felt a quick buzz and looked down, you had a missed call and voicemail from Joe.

You quickly pressed your phone to your ear. “Hey. I’m really not sure of much right now. But I am sure of one thing, I was in love with you.” You could hear his voice shaking over the phone. “I am still in love with you… and love isn’t something you give up on. So I’ve chosen not to give up on you. I won’t give up on you.” Your turned the volume up on your phone and pressed a finger into your opposite ear hoping to block out the noise of the busy bar. “One day, if you ever miss me, just know that you can come home to me…. Just come home already.” The message ended.

Butterflies somersaulted in your stomach as you rushed out the front door of the bar. You looked to your left and saw Joe climbing into the seat of a dark SUV.

“JOE! WAIT!!” You called after the car, attempting to wave it down as it pulled away from the curb. “Wait!” You yelled again, following in its direction.

The red break lights flashed bright as you continued to chase after it down the sidewalk. The door flung open and out came a hand “let’s go home, baby girl.”

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evermoresversion · 10 months

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Nick dating a singer- this would be so cute because he'd show up to every performance always bringing you flowers backstage and after every performance running on the the stage lifting you up kissing you and spinning you around and the crowd filled with your friends would be so supportive they'd clap even harder and the days you have recording at the studios he'd always show up and hug you and little kisses in-between takes whilst whispering I love you in your ear and most of your songs being about him 💖 he's just so happy and proud of his girl <3

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙all of the girls you loved before, nick leister.﹚

A/N The desire I had to write this was impressive, thank u so much for ur request, nonnie.

y/n/n: your nick name.

PAIRING Nick Leister x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Established relationship, pure fluff.

SUMMARY Your dream was always to be a singer, and Nick always supported you in the process, being your biggest fan when you achieved your dream.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

Your dream since you could remember had been to be a singer.

Your parents supported you with this, taking you to singing, piano, guitar and some other instrument classes.

Nick knew you since you were both sixteen years old and all you did was sing some covers on YouTube and a couple of songs you wrote.

But two years later you were discovered for one of those covers by a manager.

At twenty-one you were already a world-renowned singer.

Your concerts were sold out in a matter of hours, your albums were sold in their entirety. You were being totally successful.

Today you were almost finishing one of your concerts, adrenaline and happiness filled your heart, accelerating it when listening to all those people singing your music.

"Say my name and everything just stops." you sang into the microphone, dancing to the little choreography that this song carried, standing on the edge of the stage, looking at Nick in one of the VIP seats above the other people. Along with him were your closest friends and your mother.

"y/n!" the entire audience yelled over the lyrics, making you smile, you could swear your eyes were shining with adoration. You looked away from Nick to continue singing.

"I don't want you like a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off."

At the end of the show, you walked backstage with your hair a little stuck to your forehead and sides of your face from sweat, when you saw Nick you smiled, jogging over to him to hug him.

"You did so well." he murmured hugging you tightly around the waist, while you smiled gratefully with your chin resting on his shoulder. You kept your eyes closed until you both broke away from the hug.

He offered you a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers and you smiled receiving them and hugging him again.

When the whole tour was over you took a little vacation with Nick, starting to write some songs for your new album.

Needless to say, most of these songs were about him.

You found yourself sitting on the bed in the main room in the apartment you and Nick shared. Your boyfriend was sitting next to you watching a movie on television while you were writing in your notebook that you had always used for compositions.

"What do you think about this?" you asked, adjusting yourself better to be in front of him still sitting on the bed and he paused his movie. "your past and mine, are parallel lines, stars all aligned, they intertwined." you sang softly, and Nick couldn't think of a time when you looked more beautiful, achieving what you wanted, fulfilling your dreams.

"It's beautiful, I love it." He nodded caressing your cheek and you smiled convinced.

"Alright, thanks."

He was always the first to hear your songs during the writing process and after it.

More of a year later having all the songs on the album written, you were in the studio with Nick, starting to record them.

"When you think of all the late nights, lame fights over the phone." you were so focused on putting your all into the song that you didn't notice the look of love and adoration Nick had on you as he sat in one of the individual couches in the studio. "wake up in the morning with someone but feelin' alone."

You opened your eyes for a moment and you could read an 'I love you' come out of Nick's lips, making you smile and you formed a heart with your hands.

"a heart is drawn around your name, in someone's handwriting, not mine." you took a quick breath. "we're sneakin' out into town, holdin' hands, just killing time." You smiled looking at your boyfriend, thinking that he was the muse for that song. "your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned, they intertwined, and taught you the way you call me baby, treat me like a lady, all that I can say is."

Another deep breath

"all of the girl you loved before, made you the one I've fallen for, every dead-end street led you straight to me." you smiled at Nick once more. And he could see it and hear it in the lyrics. The song was for him. "now you're all I need, I'm so thankful for all of the girls you loved before." you took a short pause. "but I love you more."

At the end a few hours later, you left the recording booth to talk to Nick. Which received you with open arms, hugging you tight, kissing your face, jaw and lips repeatedly.

"I love you so much." You giggled, feeling your heart warm in your chest at his words.

"I love you even more."

Two months later you announced your next album, in which you would transmit in each and every one of the songs everything you feel for Nick.

A month later you announced the next world tour on behalf of the new album.

In the middle of the tour was the date of your birthday. Everyone in the stadium where you were doing a show was full of posters wishing you happy birthday, supporting you, etc.

"Secret jokes, all alone, no one's home, sixteen and wilde!" you sang along with the audience in unison, the support you had was getting bigger and bigger, and you couldn't feel more and more proud of it.

That part of the lyrics was a clear reference to when you met Nick, the love of your life.

"And just know that, it's everything that made me, now I call you baby, it's why you're so amazing." once again you found yourself singing to Nick, looking up at the balcony where his seat was located.

"teenage love taught you there's good in goodbye, every woman that you knew brought you here." you sang walking across the stage looking at all your fans, looking at all the billboards, feeling fulfilled. "I wanna teach you how forever feels like!"

An hour after the concert you were thanking everyone for the birthday wishes.

"I just wanted to thank all of you for the support my new album has had, this tour and the good wishes for my birthday, I don't know what I would do without you."

Everyone began to shout and clap. But all the cheering suddenly intensified, you looked back in confusion when you saw some fans pointing back. And you felt arms carry you from behind, spinning around and laughing, you quickly recognized his laugh.

You could honestly recognize his laugh in any crowd.

One of the people who worked with you backstage was walking towards you with a cake in his hands.

Nick took the microphone from your hand to ask the crowd to sing along with him the happy birthday song.

"Happy birthday, dear y/n/n, happy birthday to you." everyone cheered as you blew out the candles on the cake.

"Did you make a wish?" Nick asked into the microphone and you nodded with a smile, testing the frosting with your finger. "what you asked for?"

"If I say it, it won't come true." you sentenced taking the microphone from his hand and the shouts and applause continued to be heard.

After that Nick said goodbye to you with a quick kiss on the lips and waved goodbye to your fans.

"I love him so much." you admitted with a smile, and your cheeks were flushed.

You kept singing the songs that were all in his honor.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 9 months

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All the stars are shining bloody red

Previous chapter

a/n not sure if anyone's even waited for part two but this has been so fun to write so I hope y'all will give this a read. 🤍✨

summary: just what happens when an innocent night at the pleasure house leads to something much bigger, making two lost soles collide.

warning: choking, seductive behavior, past trauma idk not many warnings.

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"Sing her a song, an ancient lullaby", you hummed, dragging the brush through your curls. A distant memory of the song that twirled for as long as you could remember. "Make her eyes as shiny as sapphires gleam", you sang, moving to twist the braid, neatly wrapping it around the crown of your head. "Only your love can make her cursed heart beat." Pushing a pin with a pearl attached to the top of it, you glanced at your reflection in the mirror; the scattered frame looked right at you. As if the glass was broken yet you knew it wasn't, "Only you can make her see the truth", the toon died down quickly, overpowered by the banging on your door. The sudden sound made you drop the pin in your head as you wrung around. "You're needed in twenty minutes", the voice roared, and you found yourself nodding even if you were sure she couldn't see you.

As you stepped out of your room, the other girls were almost ready too. Fussing over one another as they fixed each other's hair and makeup. You often wondered what it was like to have friends like that. Or at least someone willing to help you out in some way. "Did you see who was in the crowd last night?", one of the blondes beamed. "I heard that Mother Myriam talked to the high lord himself", the other cut in, making a handful of girls gasp. "Do you think they'll be here tonight?", "Oh, if they are, the one with the broody face is mine". The fuss truly hasn't died down, it seems. Falling asleep was nearly impossible last night because the girls took ages to settle.

"Is it such a big deal?", you asked almost shyly, pushing them all turn your way. "Are you kidding?", the girl from the back snorted. "That's the high lord's family. That is the biggest deal there could be, silly". You lowered your head quickly with a nod. There were a lot of things that were still new to you. There were so many questions that you didn't have the answer to. "What do you think Mother Myrian would gift you if you got one of them into the back room?", Sylia was Myriam's favorite for a reason. That girl was ready to do anything. You doubted that she had any moral codes, but that was what got her so far. What gave her freedom? A chance to walk freely. To be her own creature. Something you would probably never know the feeling of.

It felt like whatever happened in that pleasure house had changed everything. Well, not for most. Mor was happy that she proved her point. That was more than enough for her. Everyone had talked about it the following morning. The mesmerizing gaze was still present until Rhys slammed his fist onto the table. Everyone had turned his way, and it was like he had felt under the spotlight. He pushed his chair back quickly as he walked out of the dining room.

Azriel said nothing about the conversation in the basement. He didn't bring up the fact that Rhys was somehow tangled in this as well. Or was he? It scattered Azriel's head as well, because he had, for the longest time, been sure that there were no secrets between them. Rhys had always made the point that honesty was the key to loyalty. And now that seemed like a rock that had been thrown into his garden. His high lord's head was bowed low as Azriel strolled through his office door. The information containing the names of all attendees was neatly written down, along with any other information that his shadows managed to gather.

Azriel knew that what Rhys now needed was for him to just drop the file on the side of the table and leave. But Azriel didn't care for Rhys's feelings. "Can I ask you something", Azriel said, turning back to his high lord. Rhys lifted his head, tired eyes looking at his shadow singer, and said, "Of course", "What do you know about that pleasure house?" Azriel made sure to emphasize your part, just in case. "Where is this coming from?", Rhys tried to ask, and yes, there was a pleading look in his eyes that requested Azriel to just drop this for now. That he will say everything when the time comes.

"Oh, we both know where this is coming from. Who the hell is Myriam?", That's been the only, or at least the most eager, question in his head. That felt like something personal. It wasn't just two strangers. Rhys knew that woman. But how? From were? Who was she? Did Feyre know about her?

"Azriel...", Rhys pleaded; he didn't even order him to stop; he was still hopeful that Azriel would do it on his own. "Rhys, you had me monitoring that place all night", Azriel stepped closer, and a deep sigh left the high lord's lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "She has something really valuable, and now that so many eyes have been drawn to it... If bad hands take hold of it, Azriel, the war like no other will break".

What was that, then? Why it? Why not speak of it? Didn't he trust him enough to share? He was the spymaster, and these things were his concern. "Fine", Azriel waved a hand in front of himself, "Don't say it straight to my face. I'll figure it out myself", and with a harsh slam to the door, he was off.

"I need five lucky fellas, or ladies, for that matter", Myriam said with that usual smirk on her face. Hands clasped in front of her in excitement, making other girls giddy as well. Everyone had been so giddy. "Things will be changing from now on. If it all works out, you might be finding yourselves in between the luxury sheets every night moving forward", happy clapping filled the place, with girls holding onto one another as they cheered. Yet you didn't share that same amusement. There was no happy thrill in your veins. If anything, you hated this. Hated it all.

Most of the girls started to spread out. Walking towards the tables, they got ready at or just split into little groups to talk. "Y/N, a word", your eyes jerked up as you stepped forward quickly, "Mother Myriam", you breathed out. The older woman looked down on you. Making you feel so small. So unworthy. There used to be a time when you thought that there was warmth in her eyes when she looked at you. Now you were sure that you had imagined it.

"I don't have to remind you of your loyalty to me, do I?", she asked firmly, and you quickly shook your head. "Your gifts would be wasted elsewhere, my gem", Her long nail jabbed the skin beneath your chin, pushing your head up and scraping the delicate skin there in the process. "And I saved you, remember?", You nod once more, biting the insides of your cheeks, trying to keep your fear at bay. "It was I who sacrificed so much so you could live", Her palm came to rest on her chest, right above where her heart should have been. Should have. "Do your thing, darling, and don't disappoint me", she said through gritted teeth, suddenly pinching your chin harshly.

Azriel was watching it all again. The sound of the music, humming. The way your eyes shifted as the same greenish mist draped all over the place. The dim corner hid him perfectly. His shadows were all over the place; just tonight they had been blended so neatly in between every corner and each side that no one or any talk could slip past his knowledge.

Azriel listened to your voice, which surprisingly didn't reach him tonight. Had he imagined the beauty of it? No, it was beautiful. The most beautiful voice he had heard. It just didn't stop his heart tonight. He watched as those same greenish swirls twirled around a couple of guests seated in different parts of the room. Lulling them to the point of complete bliss. The spymaster frowned. He only saw five people surrounded by them. Why them? Why not the others? Then the girls from the stage quickly swirled toward the males. No heads turned their way. Their hands were on them the moment they got close. Smothering them with soft touches and nuzzling against them.

Then the room went so dark that even Azriel lost his sight for a moment, and when he could finally see, the five males were gone. So were the chairs. The crowd let out a satisfied sigh as if they had regained their power to breathe just then. The sound of the music suddenly started to fade, and the same set of females, now dressed in expensive lingerie, twirled around the tables. Azriel's eyes darted back to the stage. You were gone. What in the living moon had just happened? Where was the males he saw moments ago? Where were you? Why weren't you among the girls eager to sit on anyone's lap?

You lingered backstage tonight. Peaking through the drawn-out curtains as Sylia wrapped herself around no doubt another high bidder. The man pushed a handful of bills down her bra, and she batted her lashes so hard at him. You frowned. Why would anyone willingly do this? Myriam paid well as it was, and this? To be groped on all night long? You shouldn't care, in all honesty. They were all of age and allowed to do what they wanted, but still...

You turned to walk back to your room. Eager to enjoy the static sound of silence for a bit. None of the girls were returning early tonight. The place was packed. They will be there, draining them all raw. Myriam got her batch as well. So she wouldn't be by your door, barking for you to explain yourself. You did your part and earned some rest, and you were going to take full advantage of it.

The floorboard behind you creaked, making you swirl back, but the darkness of the backstage corridor made it hard for you to see anything. It had to be a rat or, well, anything. No one could enter this part of the building. You turned back around, only to be met with a big wall of shadows. Letting out a yelp, you staged back. Back hitting a solid surface. A wall? There was no wall there. Until a hand wraps itself around your throat, tightening enough to cut off air but not enough to break your neck,

"No, please", you choke out, your hands trying to take hold of the wrist, but it was so thick you couldn't even wrap both of your palms around it. "What the fuck is this place, huh?", the voice roared in your ear, making a cold shiver run down your back. "Please don't make me", You gasped for air in between every word, yet the grip around your throat didn't ease. "Where are those males now?", How did he know? How did he see that? No one was conscious enough to see or think clearly when that part of the performance came. A panic ran through your mind and body before you reached back, cupping the sides of the intruder's face before muttering, "I'm so sorry."

When Azriel finally opened his eyes, he felt as if he had been beaten to the pulp by a whole Illyrian male village. His mind felt hazy. Yet the coolness surrounding his body soothed the aches all over. Where was he before he fell asleep? Did he... Azriel suddenly tried to jerk up, yet he only managed to lift his head. His body seemed to be glued to the surface that he was lying on. Looking around frantically, he saw those same greenish shadows, and his mind quickly welcomed him with the knowledge of what had happened. Azriel followed you. He had you so close for a moment. He remembers the way his heart sped up when he inhaled your scent, and then you reached for him.

The tiny door opened up, and he watched as you nodded at something before flashing the person in front of you a fake smile and closing the door. Azriel began to move around frantically, and your head jerked his way. Shhh, don't move, and please don't scream", You put a finger to your lips, stopping to listen to the sound outside the door. Had you not told on him? Was Rhys not already fuming that Azriel had gotten caught?

"How did you take me out?", Azriel groaned, his eyes piercing yours. A light bruise was forming around your neck, which made a cold chill run down his spine. He didn't intend to leave a mark, and he didn't think that he pressed that hard to hurt you. Just slightly cut off the oxygen flow. "With my hands", you lifted both of your palms, looking at them. "Your hands? With those hands?", Azriel asked, and you quickly rolled your eyes. "Sorry, can we try not to be so sexist?" Azriel let out a frustrated growl as he tried to free himself. This all had to be a joke.

"Are they similar to my mist?", Your voice was almost a whisper, and Azriel looked up from where he had tried to pull a dagger from under his belt. One of his shadows was neatly placed around your palm, swallowing it all before plopping on the shell of your palm. "No, and I'm not here to answer your questions. Let me go." Your sad gaze looked back to the black creature before you twisted your palm, and Azriel slumped slightly, moving his arms and legs quickly to stop himself from falling.

"There is no way for you to get out of here now. Lights go out in...", You turned toward the tiny moon clock on your desk. "Twenty minutes. I'll walk you to the closest exit", "I don't need an escort", Azriel snarled, trying to take in as much of this space as he could because he was almost convinced this was the room his shadows had tried to seep into the previous night. "And I wasn't asking", you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's that or...", but you cut yourself off. Blinking a couple of times before turning away from Azriel.

Mother above, what was this place, and what were you all, weird creatures? "Sure, do your thing", Azriel said, earning one more glance from you. "So you will follow me?", you asked almost in disbelief, and Azriel wanted to laugh. Truly laugh at all of this nonsense. "As if you can't force me to do so", he said, your eyes growing big and your cheeks turning slightly pink as you lower your head.

It was probably the stupidest thing ever, but only now did you realize that you didn't even ask the stranger's name. You observed him while he was asleep. The way some of the messy curls had fallen onto his forehead. You had reached out to neatly smooth them back in, and the moment your fingers touched him, it felt like lightning had run through you. And then he woke up, and you realized where you had seen him before.

Your fantom hands had neatly smothered him to death the other night, and you had never been more mortified. You couldn't understand what had happened. The green, lulling mist was one thing but your phantom touche - what had triggered it? You had pulled away in time, but it's like something within you snapped. But he looked unharmed and unshaped today, so surely it didn't affect him.

You could feel his warmth behind you. It was strange how he had thrown a fuss that didn't suit his large frame one moment and then settled on following you the next. But you were glad that he did because if Myriam came across him... you weren't going to let that happen. He trusted you to help him, so you were going to get him out. Not to mention that it felt so surreal to have someone trust you. For the first time...

Rounding the last corner, you stopped quickly as the sound of gasping filled your ears. The male nearly ran into you as he too halted. You reached for his hand, subconsciously dragging him the other way. You wondered if you should have told him off for coming here in general. That he was one of the males the girls wanted to charm so much, but maybe he wanted to be charmed.

The moonlight that seeped through the door you had opened nearly blinded you. You quickly put a hand in front of your eyes as you stepped out, letting the male walk onto the dirty back street. "You're on your own from here", you said softly. "Just make sure...", but Azriel quickly cut in, "What did you say to me back then? I'm sorry?", Your brows scrunched as you tried to figure out what he meant. You didn't have enough time as he lunged forward, grabbing onto your head from both sides, saying, "I'm also sorry", you didn't manage to even take a breath before everything went black.

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S/o who can sing good and like high notes like mariah carey

I won't lie chief, most of these giant buff nerds would try and find a way to use what we're going to refer to as The Note from this point on in a combat situation because that's powerful, but I digress.

Baki:

He 100% believes you when you say you're a good singer, but giving him proof is always going to be appreciated greatly. If his baby wants to sing for him, that's great and he loves it a lot, thank you kindly pookie.

He expects the singing to be good, some of the best he's ever heard, but what he isn't expecting is THE high note. Like how do you do that??? HOW?!

Of course, after hearing the high note and witnessing THE POWER of said high note, he'll immediately start wondering if it can be weaponized. Imagine if he could literally stun-lock an opponent in real life?!?

Definitely tries to get you to sing along to any songs with high notes so he can hear you hit them with ease and then brag about it to everyone he knows, even his dad.

"Oh yeah, my partner is super talented, listen to this!" Becomes a common thing to hear, he's so proud of you!

Kozue:

Silent wonder and admiration. How on earth do you get your voice to sound so angelic and in tune when you sing?! That's seriously impressive stuff! She doesn't understand any of it beyond it's hard work and impressive.

If she thought your regular singing was impressive (it is) then you hitting the high note is mind boggling (it is) and she doesn't know how you did that (sorcery, probably) but could you please do it again, because she's setting it as her notification tone.

The high note must be studied and admired. How loud can you go? Can you do wacky stuff like breaking a glass? Could you do better than an opera singer?! Probably not, but it's fun to ask and get so carried away the both of you just wind up dying of laughter on the floor.

She tries to get you to teach her how to hit a high note like that. It's impressive and she wants to know if she can get her voice like yours, though the look of disappointment in her eyes as you mention that dairy will make it harder to hit higher notes just after she's finished her iced coffee is palpable.

She's very proud when people compliment her new notification tone, and will purposefully send you a text to be answered whenever she's in a crowd so she can hear it over and over again.

Hanayama:

He'd act all unimpressed in front of his guys and just nod and give you a gruff little grunt (high praise from him, really) but behind closed doors he's practically begging you to sing him some old-timey song that he really liked as a kid.

The high note is a shock to be sure, but not an unpleasant one. He definitely didn't expect you to go so hard with your rendition of Frank Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon, but he's glad you did, adds your own personal flare.

He thinks you're great and really skilled, it's super impressive he promises, but he can't really handle the high note all that often. On occasion, sure, but if he's gotta hear it multiple times in one day then he simply can't. He's got a limit on how much loud noises he can handle.

If you're ever wanting to look into getting a gig, however, he can 100% hook you up by calling on some old favors that he's owed by a few club owners, he's sure that they'd be more than happy to accept you on stage!

There's a silent pride in him when people talk about you, especially if you're up on stage. All those eyes on you as people talk about how skilled you are, but he's the one that gets to take you home.

Chiharu:

He's not a graceful singer, but can try. You start up, and he'll 100% join you. Sounds like a drunk old cat, but it's fine because it's fun! He greatly appreciates your skill regardless of his inability.

You hit a high note and he immediately demands you hit another. And then another, and another. He's fascinated. Sure his ears might hurt, but he adores your voice and he's going to listen to you.

He'll try to match the vibes and hit high notes with you, but he gets one voice crack and stops for weeks, can't look you in the eye. He demands you teach him how, but he's not the best at practicing. Once he gets it down enough for him to hit a relatively high note though, he absolutely will use it in a fight. He gets hit? He's gonna let out the highest damn squeak you've ever heard out of spite before he rocks his opponents shit.

He takes you out to karaoke bars often, especially if there are competitions so you can breeze through the others and enjoy the benefits of your superiority. And he's absolutely going to refer to you winning as you being superior, because in his eyes you are.

Loudly proud about you being so skilled. You start humming and he's ready to shout from the rooftops about how talented and skilled and good looking and amazing you are. As a matter of fact, he's done it at least once when he's had enough to drink.

Katsumi:

Oh he's definitely going to forget how to speak for a while, but if you're both having a fun moment he's joining in. His boys tell him he sounds like a dying echidna, but he doesn't really care, he's having fun with his baby and admiring their skill.

The high note takes everyone off-guard. That's just impressive. There's nothing more to be said other than "holy shit" and "wow" because that's the only words in their brains. The Karate boys are smart (ish) on their own, but together they have one braincell and it's completely overwhelmed by the Wow that they're all thinking.

Katsumi has no problem bragging about your skill. He doesn't stop doing it, actually, but asking him to stop is like asking him to NOT be proud that he bagged a skilled individual with the voice of a goddess, and that's basically impossible.

He's only ever hit the high note once and it's because Katou slapped his butt at full force while he was talking. Katou hasn't, and probably won't ever, let him live that down. On the plus side, he learned that he can hit the high notes like you, it's just hard.

He honestly might just get a billboard with your face on it in front of and on the Shin-Shin-Kai building so he can brag to everyone that walks past that his partner is super talented.

Jack:

A bit fuckin dense, he's probably not going to notice it's you singing until he actually physically sees you singing, in which case he'll happily just stand there and admire you while you're unaware.

The high note catches him completely off-guard, especially if you're singing in the other room and then hit it out of nowhere. That's a guaranteed way for him to come rushing in ready to either swing on someone or rush you to a hospital.

He entertains the same train of thought as Baki for a few seconds because yeah that'd be funny, and then he remembers that Gaia basically has done that before and his interest completely dies out from that point because he doesn't need a headache like that again. He's never letting the two of you be in the same room if he can help it though, just to be on the safe side.

The high note is one of the few things that wake him from a dead sleep beyond you screaming like you're being murdered. All it takes is for him to break through a door once for that fact to become clear, so there's no practicing within his earshot while he's sleeping.

He's definitely a silently proud individual. He admires the hard work and dedication you've put into it, but it's pretty rare that he brags about anything. That being said, given the chance he absolutely will sing your praises, he knows it's nice to hear.

Kosho:

He thinks it's good that you have a creative outlet that isn't dangerous to yourself or him, and he doesn't mind hearing you singing around the house while he stretches or trains.

His reaction to the high note is very similar to Jack, where he comes rushing in in a blind panic if you hit it out of nowhere, but he quickly processes it and it's something the both of you will laugh about eventually.

Oh he knows that a high note like that can be used in combat, but unless you have an interest in fighting yourself, he's not likely to ever see it in action, and even if you do it's not going to be something he wants used on himself, so please be merciful. Sometimes.

He knows that he hasn't been able to hit a high note like that since he was little, before puberty hit him like a bus, so he won't even attempt, but he'd definitely love to hear the technical part of how you make a sound like that.

He constantly humble brags whenever he gets the chance. "Oh your girlfriend is a singer? Yeah well my partner is the next Mariah Carey, get on my level." Do not put him in a room with the actual Mariah Carey, because he will tell her that you're coming after her crown.

Kureha:

Lowkey annoyed that you won't shut up but he does think your voice is pretty. Just, you know, in moderation. Just a little bit. He's trying to work baby, please just go practice in another room, where he can still hear you but it won't be as distracting.

Better hope he isn't drinking when you hit the high note because he will choke on it. The "perfect" Dr.Kureha Shinogi forgets how to human every time the high note is done in his presence, even if he's expecting it.

He knows that theoretically the high note could be used in combat, and Jack has told him about Gaia's screaming, but he shudders to think of anyone combining the volume and pitch in a combat situation, he'd break and he knows it.

If there's ever a work function or a conference that calls for live entertainment then SURPRISE SHAWTY! He's signed you up! Hope you don't get nervous in front of large crows. Oh also you only have two weeks to prepare. He's only a little sorry.

Given the chance, he loudly brags, but it's a shared brag. Why yes! You're both prodigies! It's only right that you wind up together! It's almost like the universe recognized that you both deserved someone with the same amount of skill!

Retsu:

Mystified and happy. He's flourishing, practically glowing as he listens to you. You're going to be totally unaware that he's there the first time you sing in front of him (unless you purposefully waited to show him) but either way, he's there and he's enjoying himself.

The high note catches him WAY off-guard. How did someone as sweet and soft (to him) manage to make such a big noise?! It takes him a solid minute but you'll both wind up laughing about how shocked he was.

He wouldn't dare think of using the high note as a fighting tactic, but he definitely can appreciate the shock value it caries when someone isn't expecting it. He'd definitely bring you to the arena and do a little trolling with you, just because he deserves to have some fun and you do to.

Oh he definitely tries to get you to sing along to some Mariah songs, she's talented and a genius with some real catchy ones, and if he ever gets the opportunity he's taking you to a concert, front row seats.

Highkey proud of you and not afraid to show it, but he's not interested in bragging to others about your skills, he wants to show you how great he thinks you are. He's constantly complimenting you anyways, this just gives him additional ammunition!

Doppo & Natsue:

Doppo's used to Natsue humming and singing around the house while she's doing her thing, be it chores or just going about her day, but having the both of you do it is something that brings him great joy and amusement, mostly because the both of you tend to completely stop once you hear the other and that's just hilarious to him.

The high note takes them both by surprise. Nobody's beating you on that one, Natsue's not going to try and Doppo knows damn well that he can't. That being said, he'd gladly give you a light teasing about being inspired by Mariah.

He's honestly more confident about leaving you and Natsue at home together whenever he leaves because he knows that if you need help you'll definitely be able to get the neighbors attention and stun an attacker, especially after what happened with Dorian, while Natsue just thinks it's neat and a skill that she's proud you've developed.

Both of them try and get you to sing more around the house, and if given the chance Natsue is throwing down with you on a Karaoke machine just so she can see you smile. Doppo, on the other hand, tries to recruit you for mischief. Katsumi has learned to survey his room whenever he's over in case you're hiding, waiting to pounce.

Non stop bragging on Doppo's part, but he does that anyways. His two loves are the best in the world and everyone deserves to know, especially the both of you, while Natsue is more than happy to gossip with the other moms in the area and brag about how talented you are.

Shibukawa:

He's pretty nice when it comes to your singing, even if he might give you a hard time just to get a laugh out of you, or see if he can break your composure. Bonus points if he gets you to break at the worst moment.

The high note inspires thoughts of evil in him. All those youngsters in the arena won't know what hit them the next time he gets a text or a phone call, because he's setting it up as his ringtone and he's not putting his phone on mute. You are the singular cause to every jumpscare in the arena from that point on. The others don't hate you, but hearing your voice for the first time in person definitely gets some interesting reactions.

He doesn't need to use tricks in combat, he already has some. Plenty, as a matter of fact. The high note is specifically for pranks only, thank you very much. He's going to recruit you.

He definitely takes you out to karaoke and introduces you as a beginner so that you can wipe the floor with the competition and laugh about it later over the prizes and stunned looks.

Oh he doesn't need to brag, everyone knows that he's proud of you. He doesn't even need to say anything, it's just insanely obvious. Especially with how many times he's scared the living shit out of Jack and Katsumi by playing your high notes. He's got different ones recorded too. You're his partner in crime, whether you like it or not.

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #grappler baki #baki dou #baki rahen #baki headcanons #baki hanma #kozue matsumoto #hanayama kaoru #chiharu shiba #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #kosho shinogi #kureha shinogi #retsu kaioh #doppo orochi #natsue orochi #shibukawa gouki

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braxlrose · 10 months

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Can you write about Bill having a partner that’s essentially like Avril Lavigne? That could be cool

a/n: I envy avril lavigne sooo let's do this, I scrolled all the way down through my asks and I never saw this so sorry this is so late!

edit: LMFAO IM SORRY 😭

also a shout out to @millzieraa cuz ik you lost your old account which was @krav3nn, so go check her account out you guys!!

bill w/ a avril lavigne wannabe gf who's like avril lavigne

-he literally is obsessed with the way you dress. he thinks you look so cool and yall borrow eachother clothes all the time. im not joking, he actually thinks your style is the awesome and loves how close it is to his style

-he goes to skate parks with you and watches you do a bunch of tricks. like whenever you do one and do it really good he's smiling and clapping and all this shit. he also would love it if you taught him or tried to teach me how to do some tricks.

-if you do end up teaching him some stuff he totally shows it off on tokio hotel tv

-he also loves you a lot because you and tom get along really well. you and tom are a lot a like a tons of ways so he's happy that you're able to get along with his brother. he doesn't date girls who can't get along with tom.

-would literally dieeeee if you made a song about him. like he thinks your musik is amazing so he would love it if you made a song about him.

-he also writes songs about you. he can't help it. he's just so in love with you and thinks you're the coolest person ever. he loves you so much and will write multiple songs about you.

-one of the reasons he fell for you is because you weren't afraid to be yourself and didn't want others to hide who they were either. (let's pretend avrils music is music you actually make). like the song complicated, he loves how you just want people to be themselves and not change for anybody

-he also loves how fun and accepting you are. he likes people who are fun and spontaneous and you're just that

-totally does musik collabs with you and your band

-helps you dye your hair colors

-you and your band and tokio hotel go to parties together all the time. you and Bill both get equally drunk and just make out and dance together all night

-if there's a language barrier between you two, he'll figure out a way to communicate with you

-loves watching you play guitar and tom always gets kinda jealous if you play something better than him

-you two go shopping together at thrift stores allll the time to find new cool clothes

-is literally the best at giving you birthday presents since you and him have so much in common

-he gets your name tattooed on him

-he loves going to your concerts and watching you sing and play guitar. moving around stage and just listening to your amazing voice

-he also loves it when you come to his concerts, he gets so happy when he can see you in the crowd or if you're backstage and you give him a kiss for good luck before a concert

-thought it was the coolest thing when you wrote Sk8ter Boi (let's pretend it's about tom, and that the end of the song is changed bc obviously you don't end up w/ tom). but yeah he loved it and thought it was super awesome

-the band is really important to him and since you're in the musik business you're able to understand that the band is the most important thing to him and he really loves that about you. he had his last girlfriend break up with him because she said he didn't have enough time for him so he's really glad you're able to understand how much the band means to him and everything

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sebsgirl71479 · 1 year

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AngelEyes

Sebastian Stan x Curvy!Female Reader

A/N: I am finally writing the first story I ever had an idea for. This is loosely based on the ABBA song AngelEyes. If you have a chance to listen to the song, it's a song I grew up listening to and singing at the top of my lungs. And only recently when listening to it, it made me think of Sebastian and his beautiful blue eyes. Also this is a bit of a self indulgent story, also this story is sort of a therapy for me since the unexpected passing of my brother in late 2021 so i named the dr on this story after him in his memory.

Please reblog and comment. They make me happy.

Word Count: 14,434 This is my longest fic, i think if i kept going it might have been 30,000

Warnings:18+ no minors, fluff, slight angst, blowjob, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids) medical terms.

It was a beautiful spring day in New York City and you decided to take a walk towards central park. You leave your hotel to head out onto the streets of the city. Feeling crappy about your life, and job you decided to take a month long break and finally take that trip to New York you have always wanted to take. You had been very frugal with your spending for the last 5 years and had a hefty savings to let you stay in New York for more than you thought.

So here you are, the middle of march and spring is just starting and it's beautiful you picked the perfect time of year. As you walked along the streets you found a cute coffee shop and got yourself a white chocolate mocha and a few chocolate croissants to take to the park. As you leave the shop you start down the street and notice it's a little less crowded than it was before but you think nothing of it. All of a sudden you hear a snap above you, you look up and there is a huge couch dangling from the side of the building.

Everything's in slow motion at this point. All of a sudden you hear a man say “LOOK OUT!” you turn your head and as soon as you just barely see his face he grabs you by the waist and pushes you out of the way as the couch nearly misses you both.

Your coffee goes everywhere and your pastries hit someone in the head. You both land on the sidewalk and he tries to cradle your head so as to not have you hit it too hard on the ground. But things go a little black, in the distance you hear a voice. “Hey, hey are you okay? Please wake up. Oh god please wake up.” The voice starts to be more clear and you start fluttering your eyes open. As your vision starts to clear you see a man on top of you with the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. You reach your hand up to touch his cheek, and that's when he looks directly at you. He smiles at you with a heart stopping grin. “Oh my god you're awake how are you, are you okay? What's your name sweetheart?”

“You have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Honey what happened, why are you on top of me?” The man looks at you puzzled. “Honey? What do you mean I have no idea who you are. I saved you from a couch from falling on you. My name is Sebastian. What is your name?” “Baby you know my name, it's y/n we’ve been together for 2 years.” as soon as those words come out of your mouth your eyes cross and black out again. While you are completely passed out Sebastian is frantically calling 911 to get you an ambulance to the hospital but with the way Manhattan traffic is it would take forever to get there. Then He remembered he has a driver just across the street so being as careful as he can be he carries you over to his awaiting car and lays you down on the backseat with your head laying in his lap for support.

“Mr.Stan, is everything okay what happened?” “Marcus I need you to get me to Mount Sinai hospital as fast as you can please this woman has a major concussion.” “Yes Sir, I'll do my best and just hold on.” Since you were on the west side of the park Sebastian's driver had to cross through central park to get you to the hospital. He's driving as fast as he can through the park on 86th st and once he clears the park he heads to madison ave straight to mount sinai hospital. He screeches to a halt in the emergency area and goes to open the backseat to help Sebastain with the unconscious woman. He carries her through the sliding glass doors and starts looking around for a nurse or doctor to help him. A nurse spots him from a distance and notices the limp woman in his arms and immediately runs in his direction to help him. “Sir, sir is she okay what happened?” “Oh thank goodness, her name is y/n and i pushed her out of the way before a couch dangling from a building fell on her. She spoke for a minute and then she just passed out again.” “Alright sir what is your name and we can get her taken care of?” “My name is Sebastian, please you have to help her!” “We will do our best. I NEED A GURNEY OVER HERE NOW!”

A few seconds later 2 orderlies came by with a gurney and Sebastian laid her on the bed and followed her to an exam room behind a curtain. He stood in the corner of the room while the nurses started an IV on you and were telling orderlies to get a CT scan for you. A doctor came in and was being brought up to speed on what they were doing. All Sebastian could do was watch as this beautiful woman who he saved was being poked and moved around to make sure she was alright and would wake up. “Sir Im Dr Roberts, I’ll be taking care of your girlfriend from here on out. We will be taking her down the hall for a CT scan to make sure there isn't any brain damage then we will be taking her up to a room for recovery pending the results. Do you have any questions for me?” He was just staring at y/n almost completely zoned out. He just shook his head no and didn't correct the Dr when he called her his girlfriend.

As soon as they wheeled her out of the room, he came out of his reverie and took his phone out and called his driver. “Marcus don't wait around for me, go ahead and drive off and I will call you when I am done here. Have a good rest of your day and thank you for being so quick with getting to the hospital.” “You are welcome Mr Stan, I will be waiting for your call. I hope the young woman comes out of this okay.” “Thank you very much Marcus goodbye.” He put his phone back in his pocket and then a nurse came up to him at that moment. “Sir we will be bringing her to a room upstairs while we wait for the results of the CT scan.” “Okay, thank you very much. Um, is there anywhere I can get some coffee?” “Yes of course there is a coffee cart we will be passing by. I'll wait while you grab something then take you up.”

After grabbing his coffee he was led to your room, you werent there yet so he waited on the couch in the corner of the room. He was wracked with nerves waiting for them to bring you. He didn't know what to make of this situation. One minute he’s getting out of his car to head to lunch, the next he’s saving the life of a woman he barely had a conversation with. And then there's the part where you think we are a couple. He does know one thing, you are absolutely beautiful and he wants to get to know you better when this is all over. A few moments later the door opens and they are wheeling you into the room. Sebastian stands up and waits for them to settle you in the room and makes sure all your wires and IV’s are hooked up properly. Once everything is done the nurse turns to him, gives him a nod and smile and leaves the room. Sebastian is hesitant to approach you but he finally brings a chair from the side and drags it over to the side of your bed. He looks at your face, all peaceful and angelic. Your breathing is steady which is a good sign and your heart monitor is at a good rhythm. He then looks at your hand laying beside you and decides to hold it in his hand.

“I don't know what to say in this situation. This is all new to me, well I did tell you my name is Sebastain and apparently you and the hospital staff think we are a couple.” He laughs a little bit and shakes his head in disbelief. “Not that i wouldn't mind you seem like a sweet woman and you sure are beautiful and if it wasn't for this mess you're in i’d really like to get to know you better maybe ask you out on a date.” Just then he feels your hand twitch, and he looks at your face. Your hand then squeezes his and your eyes start to flutter open slowly. You groan a little bit with how bright the room is and then you begin to speak. “Hmmm too bright, someone lower the lights please.” Sebastian reaches over the side and dims the lights in the room. “Is that better sweetheart?” “Mmmm much better thank you.” Just then you look over to the man's voice and smile. You lift your hand up to his face and just hold it. “There's those beautiful angel eyes I fell in love with.” Sebastian then smiles and dips his head down in slight embarrassment.

“Honey, what am I doing in the hospital, what happened?” “Well sweetheart you were almost squashed by a couch that was falling from the side of a building but I got you out of the way in time.” Your eyes go cartoon wide listening to what Sebastian is telling you. “Oh my gosh baby are you okay, you weren't hurt were you?” Sebastian was absolutely loving you calling him all these pet names he was blushing a little bit. “No, I'm completely fine.” You just stare at each other for a while just taking in the others features like the other person will somehow vanish and commit it to memory. You hear a knock on the door and your doctor enters the room. “Hello y/n how are you doing? My name is Dr Roberts and you’ll be under my care while you are here. You gave us a bit of a scare there for a bit including this guy here, he was a wreck.” “I feel okay doctor, when can I go home?” “Well thats why im here we have the results of your CT scan and there was a little something that..” Just then Sebastain sits up and rushes to the doctor and asks him to speak outside the room. You look concerned for what's happening. “Sebastian is everything alright?” “Yes sweetheart, I just want to talk to the doctor for a minute before he gives you the results. Everything will be fine, okay just sit tight I’ll be right back.” With a smile and a nod of your head Sebastian and Dr Roberts exit the room.

“Okay doc here’s what's happening. This Is the first time I have met this woman and I believe she has amnesia. She thinks I'm her boyfriend of 2 years as she says and I don't want to traumatize her right now.” “Well that does explain the small abnormality I saw in her scans. Thank you for telling me this. I completely agree with you on this situation. Wait a moment, you're Sebastain Stan aren't you?” “Yes I am and now you understand that this situation just got complicated.” “Okay Mr Stan i know this will be a bit difficult especially considering who you are but you will have to keep pretending to be her boyfriend. Do you think you will be able to do that until her amnesia has faded?” “Dr Roberts I'm going to do my best, I'm just lucky I have a lull in film projects and I can try and devote my time for her recovery.”

Sebastian and the doctor shake hands and return to your room. The whole time they are outside in the hall you are a ball of nerves, wondering what they are talking about that Sebastian had to tell the doctor. When the door opened revealing Sebastian and the doctor you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. He comes over to your bedside and immediately holds your hand to reassure you things are good. “Y/N sorry to concern you but i was just telling your partner here that we did find some swelling in your brain but nothing some rest won't cure.” “Oh thank you so much Dr Roberts. So when I can go home, I really just want my own bed with my boyfriend by my side.” Sebastian then looks at you with a bashful smile and a slight blush on his cheeks. “We just want to keep you overnight for observation and you can be discharged late tomorrow morning.” With a big smile and a thank you to the doctor he takes his leave. Just then Sebastian gets an idea and turns to y/n. “Sweetheart, where's your purse? I want to make sure you didn't lose anything when I pushed you out of the way today?” “I’m not sure, oh look it's at the end of my bed in that plastic bag.” “Alright, while I do this, why don't you get some rest, your eyes look like you're about to fall asleep.” “You’re right baby, I am a little tired.” And just like that you were out like a light.

He hates to do this but he goes through your purse to see if you live in the city or if you’re from out of town. And he gets his answer when he sees the key card to the hotel you are staying at. He steps out of the room and walks down the hall to the waiting room to make a phone call. “Hello?” “Hey Ethan, it's Sebastain. I have a huge favor to ask you and I will tell you everything else later but I need you to come see me at Mount Sinai hospital.” “Holy shit Sebastian are you okay what happened!?”

“Ethan i’m fine, look just come to the hospital I’m on the 5th floor I’ll meet you by the elevators.” “Alright buddy I’ll be there as fast as I can.” Sebastian lets a big breath into the ceiling and closes his eyes. He starts thinking to himself how he is going to pull this off. This woman thinks they are together but ‘I wouldn't be opposed to that’, he tells himself. Fifteen mins later he hears the ding of the elevators and rushes over to see if it's his friend and assistant Ethan. As he rounds the corner Ethan looks over to see Sebastian walking towards him.

“Uh thank god you made it, look I need you to take this hotel key card from the Lucerne Hotel. Head up to this room and gather all the luggage and clothing in the room if you need help, that's fine but I’d rather this be as discreet as possible. You have my personal credit card with you?” Ethan nods his head yes. “Okay good, after you have gotten all the belongings together go to the front desk and check that room out early and I’ll pay the fees.” “Sebastian, are you going to tell me what is going on?” He lets out a big breath and goes into what happened from when he pushed you out of the way to you thinking Sebastian is your boyfriend and the plan he has with the doctor. After a min or 2 of ethan processing all the information he starts to talk.

“Dude this is the craziest thing i have ever heard, and you’re okay with doing this? Pretending to be this woman's boyfriend until she gains her memory back? Sebastian I get that you’re a compassionate person but you can see how nuts this is right?”

“Yeah man i know but what else am I going to do? This gorgeous woman is lying in a hospital bed with no memory of her previous life and knowing the truth could hurt her.” Ethan has a small smile on his face when he hears Sebastian call you gorgeous. “Okay Seb I’ll do this for you but we will have to have a talk about this more tomorrow, okay?” He nods his head yes and passes the key card to his friend, and he is on his way to the hotel to gather all your belongings.

Sebastian heads back to your room as quietly as he can so as to not wake you. You had a long hard day and you needed your rest. He sits at your bedside just watching you sleep peacefully. He gently holds your hand, it gives him a bit of comfort to hold your hand gives him peace. He didn’t know how long he had been watching you sleep until his phone started buzzing in his pocket. It was Ethan calling him. “Hey buddy what's up, is everything packed up?” “Oh yeah Seb but she has 2 huge pieces of luggage and a few carry-on bags. I don't think she was here for just a weekend trip, it looked like a lot longer. So I went to the checkout counter to get everything settled and she paid for an entire month here.”

“Wow, that's a long time to stay in a hotel especially in New York.” “Yeah so i told the concierge to cancel the rest of her stay and to put any fees left on your card as you asked.” “Alright great, take all her things and go to my place and put it in my bedroom. I want it to look like she's been there all this time. I don't want anything to upset her.” “Okay want me to hang up her clothes and stuff?” “Yeah that's a good idea. Ugh thanks man I really appreciate this, i owe you some drinks soon.” “You got it Seb, we’ll talk later.” Sebastian hangs up the phone and it's at that moment that you wake up. “Hey y/n how are you feeling? Did you get a good rest?” “Yeah I feel a little better, but I'm really hungry. I could really go for some pasta and those chocolate chip cookies from Levain bakery, the ones with walnuts.” “I'm sure I can handle that, I just need to make a few phone calls.”

As Sebastian was in the corner of the room making his phone calls you were staring at his large frame. Even from the back he was so sexy, you felt so lucky to be his. You weren’t a thin woman by any means, you were what everyone called plus sized but you preferred curvy. You still had a slightly flat tummy but you had extra hips and thighs and a chest that wasn't too big but a good size. To see a man as beautiful and sexy as Sebastian you definitely thanked all and any god out there that he chose you. You have the biggest smile on your face when he is finally done on the phone. He turns around and sees you smile and it looks like the stress and tension of the day has lifted from his body. He walks over to you and you reach out your hand to him as he sits in the chair by your bed. You love touching his face and seeing his eyes sparkle that's why you call them angel eyes.

“You look happy, what's got you smiling so much?” “You, that’s what is making me happy. Thank you for choosing me and loving me.” Hearing your confession gave Sebastian a sense of calm but also guilt because he doesn't know how this is going to end when you get your memory back. He didn't want to think about that right now, he just wanted to be in the moment with you. Someone he hopes he gets to be with even when all of this craziness comes to an end, if you’ll have him. Another 30 mins passes and there is a soft knock at your door and a nurse comes in with two brown paper bags. One with your pasta from La Pecora Bianca and your favorite blue label bag with your cookies.

You start making grabby hands at the food before Sebastian can get them out of the bags. He just laughs at your eagerness, but understands you’ve had a big day and are starving. You both share the whipped ricotta with honey and toast and the bucatini pasta. You look at everything in front of you and you want a cookie but you have to eat your dinner first so you resist the dessert. Sebastian gives you a few pieces of toast with the ricotta and honey, and you moan at the taste. “Baby you know me so well this is one of my favorites thank you.” Sebastian is a bit surprised that he got your food choices correctly. Maybe there was something to this whole you having amnesia. “Well darling, we have been together for a while. There are times where I have to guess but I was sure to be right this time.”

He serves you up some of the pasta and you both eat in comfortable silence. All Sebastian can think at this moment is that it was fate that you both met this way. There had to be a reason some god out there sent you to him. After you finished your dinner you went to sleep for the night. That gave Sebastian the time to head out and go home to change into more comfortable clothing and take a shower. He didn't want to leave you but it gave him time to think things over in his life and this situation he is in. When he went into his closet to grab a shirt to wear he saw your clothing that Ethan had put there earlier in the day. It almost looked like it belonged there. He ran his finger over the clothing and imagined you being in his home forever. Sebastian has never felt this strongly for someone let alone a stranger he’s only known for less than 12 hours. He somehow had to really make you his for real.

After getting a few hours sleep at home, he woke up and stretched his arms out and at the feeling of the other side of the bed he got a little sad. He didn’t have anyone to wake up to, he hadn't for while now. Sebastian looked at his phone to check the time and it was a little after 5am. So he got up and decided to get dressed for the day. After going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth and hair, he put on a pair of dark wash blue jeans and black shirt. He grabbed his shoes from the front door and slipped them on and grabbed his keys and coat and headed out the door back to the hospital. By the time his uber got to the hospital it was almost 6am, perfect time to make sure she was still sleeping and hopefully get you ready to leave the hospital.

He greeted the night nurses still on shift from when he left last night and slowly entered your room. You were still asleep thank goodness, the only noise being your heart monitor and a movie playing on the tv in your room. Sebastian decided to sit at the couch in the corner and go through a few emails he hadn’t gotten to yesterday. You didn't wake up for another 45 mins after he got there. He heard you groan and got up from the couch to make sure you weren't in any pain. “Hey there sweetheart good morning. Are you okay, in any pain?” “Good morning baby. My head hurts a bit and for some reason my butt hurts too. Maybe it's the bed that is not comfy.” Sebastian just laughs at your butt comment and you start to laugh too. After a little bit a nurse comes in to bring you your breakfast and to check your IV’s and to check your vitals. When you were done with your breakfast Dr Roberts entered your room to get you started on your discharge and after care for when you leave.

“Well so far everything looks good, you just have the small headache which has subsided at the moment. I don't see any reason why you should head home now.” “Thank you so much Dr Roberts, I can't thank you enough for the care you and your staff have given me.” “Yes thank you very much doctor.” Sebastian and Dr Roberts share a look you don't notice. The nurse comes back in and starts taking out your IV and the connections to the heart monitor. After that was done Sebastian came over and helped you get out of the bed so you could get dressed. Your legs were a little shaky standing up but he steaded you before you could fall.

“I didn't know what clothes to bring you so you’ll have to wear what you had on yesterday if that's okay?” “That’s okay honey these will be fine until we get home. I can't wait to take a shower. I feel icky.” You start untying the back of your gown and Sebastian turns around to give you your privacy. He caught a glimpes of the swell of your breast before he turned. “Baby you've seen me naked before, why did you turn around?” “Oh I don't really know sweetheart, do you need help?” “Just need help with my jeans if that's okay.” “Sure I can do that.” Sebastian turns around and tries to keep his eyes on your face. That's not difficult, you are so beautiful. He takes the jeans from the bed and begins to kneel down in front of you. He takes your right foot and places it in one leg then grabs your left and does the same all while looking right in your eyes. Once he’s shimmied them halfway he asks you to stand up to bring them the rest of the way. The way he looks at you while trying to bring up the zipper and buttoning your jeans is so erotic he can't help himself that he wants to kiss you so badly.

Breathlessly you speak his name. He looks from your eyes to your lips so quickly you almost miss it. The tension in the room is thick. Sebastian can't take it anymore. He brings his right hand up to cup the side of your face and you relish in his touch. He bends down and gives you the most featherlight kiss, almost hesitant. You bring your hands up his chest and around to the back of his neck. You grab the hairs at the back of his head and he lets out a moan that makes him deepen the kiss. You slip your tongue in his mouth and at that moment he can't control himself. He slides his hands from your face and brings them down your arms and lightly grazes your breasts.

He then wraps his arms around your waist and brings you closer and holds on like you may leave him at any time. He can't control himself, he starts moving his hands down your back and grabs a handful of your ass, eliciting a soft moan that has him hard in an instant. He has to stop, it's getting hard to stop, he can't help it. Sebastian slowly breaks the kiss and places his forehead to yours. His breathing is erratic like he just ran a few miles. He has never had a kiss like that in his life, he definitely has to find a way to keep you in his life he can't let you go. “Where did that kiss come from, baby? I'm not complaining at all, it's just that it was incredible.” “I don't know but I guess knowing that you could have died yesterday just drove me to kiss you to let you know how much I love you.” Sebastain’s heart skipped a beat and his brain stopped functioning like the scratch of a record. He doesn't know what brought him to tell you that when he hardly knows you but at the same time it felt right. “I love you baby, but I'm right here, I'm alive because of you. I'm not going anywhere.”

You put your shoes on and as you're putting on your cardigan, your nurse comes in with the discharge papers for you to sign and a wheelchair to ride out of the hospital. As you’re signing all the paperwork Sebastian is calling Marcus to have him meet the both of you at the entrance of the hospital. You exit the hospital and take a deep breath and breathe in the spring air that you love so much well for New York anyway. You see a black suv in front and a man holding a door open. “Sweetheart this is Marcus, my driver, he's going to be taking us home.” “Good morning Mr Stan, miss. I hope you are feeling better today?” “I am, thank you.” Sebastian helps you from the wheelchair and into the back of the car. Once he has your seatbelt buckled he runs to the other side of the car and scoots over to the middle to pull you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder as Marcus pulls out onto Madison Ave. You still have a bit of a lingering headache so the rocking of the car on the streets lulls you to sleep. It's a good half hour to get Sebastain’s apartment, even though you fell asleep you could still hear everything going on around you. Every so often you could hear Sebastain and Marcus talking but sort of muffled. Then you could hear Sebastain softly talking to you, telling you that everything will be alright and telling you how beautiful you were. You smiled internally with his reassurances. You felt the car lurch forward alerting you that you had finally stopped.

“Sweetheart we’re home.” With a sweet kiss to your head you sat up and gave him a kiss on the cheek as Marcus came over and opened the door for you. Sebastian unbuckled your seat belt and you took Marus’ hand to exit the car. You thank Marcus and Sebastain is already at your side to make sure you're steady on your legs before walking you into the building. In no time you are standing in front of his apartment door about to enter. “Okay, home sweet home angel. Where do you want to go in the living room or do you want to lay down on the bed?” Sebastian was trying to calm his heart if you said you wanted to lay on his bed. “I can sit in the living room for now if that's okay?” “Sure baby but anytime you want to lay down in bed just let me know.” He intertwines your hands together and you both feel that spark of something as he walks you over to the sofa.

“Do you want anything to drink or maybe a snack to eat?” “Can I just get a glass of ice water baby? That would be great, my mouth is still dry from sleeping so much.” “Anything for you.” He bends down and gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads into the kitchen to get your water. As he is doing that you look out the window and admire the New York skyline. Something in the back of your mind says that this seems very new and different but you put that away for another time. As you’re still looking out the window Sebastain can see you from the kitchen. He’s admiring you from a distance seeing how the sun's rays fall on your face so beautifully. He just stands there watching you for a few mins trying to figure out how he got lucky to meet you even though it was in an unconventional way. He walks over to you but you don’t notice, just staring out the window, not until you feel the sofa dip and then turn your head and give him a big smile.

“Has the view always been this beautiful?” “I never really noticed it until you came into my life.” Sebastian shocked himself with that response. He didn't know where that came from but that made you smile even bigger if that was even possible. After that kiss in the hospital he can't let you go. He’s never felt this intense about anyone ever. Bringing his hand up to the back of your neck and lightly rubbing the base of your neck you let out a small moan that has Sebastain bringing your face closer to him. You feel yourself moving closer to him and you open your eyes in time to see his lust blown eyes staring at you. Your breath hitches at the way he is looking at you. It's so intense you don't know if you can look away. His eyes flick to your lips as you poke your tongue out to wet your lips and that seals it for him. He crashed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss that has your toes curling. You bring your hands up to curl into his hair and he lowers his hands down your back at the same time and as if you two are in sync he grabs your ass as you tug on his hair and you both let out simultaneous moans.

In an instant Sebastian has you on your back gently lowering you down to make sure you don't hit your head on the arm of the sofa. It gets heated immediately and it's all teeth and tongue. Hands grabbing at anything just to feel each other. Sebastian lowers his hips between your legs as you spread them wide for him. He is rock hard now and starts grinding his cock into your clothed pussy, both so enraptured in one another. This goes on for a while, you bring your hands up underneath his shirt to touch his skin. He moves from your lips down your neck biting and sucking on your skin eliciting the most eriotic sounds coming from your mouth. “Oh god Sebastain.” “Y/N, you feel so good under me. I can't stop myself.” He comes back to your lips and tangles his tongue with yours searching for dominance. In his mind he just wants to rip all your clothes off and have you right here on the sofa, but he is having a really hard time stopping. While he's grinding down on you he is hitting your clit perfectly, getting you to your peak in no time.

“Sebastian, baby, I'm gonna cum don't stop!” “I don't plan on stopping anytime soon sweetheart.” He feels like a teenager dry humping his girlfriend but in reality you're really not his. After knowing how you are under him kissing and touching he won't let go. “Sebastian, look me in the eyes baby.” He brings his head up front he croke of your neck to look at you. He looks wrecked but so beautiful. “Come on angel eyes let go for me I'm right there.” With one last thrust of his hips he hit you in the right spot for the both of you and you came together. How did this almost feel better than actual sex? You look him in the eyes as you both come down from your highs, never looking away in fear of the other leaving. Something comes over Sebastian right then and there. An overwhelming need to say those 3 little words again to you. “Y/N I love you so much. I don't know who sent you to me but I'm so glad they did.” Sebastian was in a daze from the heavy makeout and teenage humping session. But he is not taking that back anytime soon. He gives you a small peck on the lips as he starts to get up from the couch. “I'm going to take a quick shower and change clothes. It'll be just 5-10 mins and then you can take that nice hot shower you wanted, Does that sound okay?” “Sure baby, I’ll be fine here while you're gone.”

Sebastain gives you a kiss on the forehead and heads into the bedroom to grab some fresh clothes and then enters the bathroom turning on the shower to get it going. He takes off his clothes and throws them in the hamper and then gets into the shower. He brings his head under the shower stream trying to calm his racing heart. His brain is telling him this is completely crazy to fall in love with someone he hardly knows and on top of that she has no memory of her previous life. But his heart, his heart is telling him to fall completely for this woman. Give her everything his heart and soul will offer. After a few mins of his brain and heart debating he grabs his body wash and starts washing the remnants of his cum from his body and quickly washes his hair. Once he's done rinsing off he turns off the shower and grabs a towel from the rack and wraps it around his waist after drying off.

He grabs his clothes from the counter slipping on his boxer briefs and dark gray sweat pants and black tank top. He picks up his brush and combs his wet hair back in a slicked back look. He comes back into the living room with you still looking out the window. “Sweetheart, the bathroom is all yours.” “Okay, I’ll probably be a little while.” You stand up from the couch and give him a hug before you head to the bedroom to grab your clothes. He smells so good you don't want to let go. “Don’t forget most of your clothes are in the closet and your underwear is in the top left drawer of the dresser.” You pull back from the hug and give him a kiss on the cheek and head to the room. You walk the short hallway and see the bedroom door ajar and enter. You look around like you’re trying to familiarize yourself with the room.

You go to the dresser and find your underwear and grab a cute pair of pink panties and go to the closet and see your clothes right next to Sebastian’s. You find your black biker shorts and look over to Sebastian’s side and decide to steal one of his shirts. You decided to take his soft pink hoodie sweater for yourself. With a little giggle you head over to the bathroom to take your much needed shower. You see all your face creams and makeup on the counter and graze your hand over them. Just seeing them warms your heart a bit. You turn on the shower as hot as you can stand and remove your clothes and toss them in the hamper by the shower. You get in and just relish in the feel of the hot water soothing your skin. You stand under the stream of water for a while before you reach for your shampoo and start cleaning the hospital smell and the reminisce of your organism from your body. You finally finish scrubbing your body with your sugar scrub and rinse off. You turn off the water and grab a towel and start drying off.

What you didn't know was that while you were taking your shower Sebastian was just outside the door listening to you hum while showering. He couldn't figure out if it was an actual song or something random. He got his answer when you sang the chorus to ' ‘We don't have to take our clothes off’. That's one of his favorite songs. Just as you turned off the shower he headed back into the living room and turned on the tv to look like he had been there the whole time.

You put your clothes on and then wrapped the towel around your head to exit the bathroom. When you get to the living room Sebastian is laying on the couch with his arm slung on the back and his right leg stretched out on the couch with his left leg dangling off the side. When you come into view he looks up from the tv and his breath hitches and his heart almost stops. You stand there in shorts he can barely see because of how long his sweater is covering it. You’re wearing his clothes and you look almost nervous of his reaction to it. “Oh my god, sweetheart is that my sweater?” “Yeah it felt so soft and smelled like you. I wanted to wear it. Is that okay?” He stands up and takes in your form. Walking slowly to you he stands just a foot away from you. He never let any of his former girlfriends wear his clothes but you look absolutely gorgeous in them. “Sweetheart, how does this look better on you than me?” With a bashful smile you dip your head down in slight embarrassment. Sebastian takes your chin in his hands and brings you back into view. “Don't be bashful baby, if you look this good in my sweater you can wear anything of mine.”

The rest of the day goes by in a flash with you both laying on the couch and watching tv. Sebastian orders Chinese for dinner and when you all are done it is time for bed. Sebastian was a little nervous but excited to share a bed with you.

After what happened today on the couch he had to remind himself to keep it PG tonight. You both get into bed and you reach over to turn off the lamp on your side of the bed and scoot over towards the middle to reach Sebastain. He gladly accepts you into his arms. You lay your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his torso. You trace little patterns on his chest as you start to fall asleep with his warmth and scent of bergamot and citrus. “If i didn't say it already, thank you for saving my life angel eyes I Love you.” And just like that you were fast asleep. Sebastian laid awake for a few more minutes staring at the ceiling. He had to keep you even after your memory came back. When his eyes start to become heavy with sleep he turns his head to look down at you snoring a little bit. “Goodnight y/n I love you.”

The first few days after you left the hospital have been great. The day after, Sebastain had to go out and have a business lunch with his assistant Ethan, but other than that he has been by your side to make sure your recovery from the accident went well. Sebastain has been very attentive and made sure you had whatever you needed. It's been a little over a week since you had your accident and you still have a lingering headache. You called Dr Roberts to make sure it was okay to still have these pains, and he reassured you that with the concussion you had it was normal. With that you had to keep taking ibuprofen for the headaches to ease them.

After being cooped up in the apartment for over a week you are starting to feel like a caged animal. So you think it's time to head out into the world and take in the city for a bit. “Sebastian, honey, do you think we can go outside today? I'm feeling a little claustrophobic and I think a little walk around the neighborhood would do us some good. What do you say?” He looks at you a little puzzled but starts to think quickly on his feet. “Sure sweetheart, do you just want to walk or do you have any destinations in mind?” “I just want to walk, and if anything catches my eye can we do that if it's okay with you?” “That would be good with me, I just need to make a quick call to Marcus and see if he's available in case you can't walk back to the apartment okay?” “Alright baby, I’ll just be in the bedroom getting ready.”

As you went to get ready, he shot off a text to Marcus and then made a quick call to Ethan. “Hey buddy how's it going with y/n is she remembering anything?” “No so far no change, look she wants to go out and take a walk around the neighborhood since she's been cooped up in the apartment since i brought her home from the hospital. I need to make sure we get no unexpected pictures taken of us. Please keep an eye out on any and all social media that may pop up with any pictures of us. I don't want her to worry about trying to escape paparazzi or some fans that may discover her. I know it's going to be hard but I want to shield her as much as possible.” “Yeah sure I can do that for you, I’ll even let you know if the paps are anywhere near the area to make sure you don't run into any of them” “You're the best man, okay I’ll talk to you later.”

Just as he hangs up the phone you leave the bedroom wearing a pair of cute galaxy leggings, a tank top with your black cardigan and your low top converse sneakers. Sebastian gives you a big smile and extends his hand to you to take. “You ready to go sweetheart, New York awaits?” “You’re such a goofball baby.” “Yeah but I’m your goofball.” You shake your head at his silliness and head out of the apartment. As you head out of the building you lift your head up to the sky and let the sun shine on your face like it's the first time seeing it. You let out a deep breath and look over at Sebastian. He takes your hand and you head down the sidewalk on your little walk.

You take it slow since you still have that lingering headache. You both walk in comfortable silence taking in your surroundings. As you're walking Sebastian notices a vendor selling flowers. You both walk up to check out what he has. You see a beautiful bunch of pink hydrangeas and you glide your fingers over the pedals. After admiring them for a bit you look at the rest of the flowers on display. Sebastian sees this and looks over at the vendor and points to the hydrangeas you were looking at and he grabs to bushels and he pays for them, while you are busy petting a cute golden retriever that came up with its owner. He finishes paying for the flowers when the dog finally leaves and you turn around to see Sebastian holding out the flowers you were admiring.

“I saw you looking at these and I thought these might make you smile.” “Oh Sebastain, they are beautiful, I love them.” With a bashful smile he takes your hand and you continue your walk. So far Sebastian hasn't gotten any messages from Ethan so that's a good sign. You make it around the block and you see the cutest thing on earth. Two little girls, they look to be around 8 or 9 selling lemonade and iced tea. “Oh Sebastain isn't that the sweetest thing ever? Let's go buy a drink from them?” He couldn't say no to you wanting to help out these two little girls. “Okay sweetheart, anything for you.” He gave you a quick kiss on the lips and you both headed towards the girls. You approached the girls asking them how much for a lemonade. They told you it was $1.50 per cup, so you asked them for 2 lemonades. As Sebastian took his wallet out the girls noticed he looked familiar and were whispering to each other. That's when one of them spoke up. “Excuse me sir, but aren't you Bucky Barnes?” When the little girl says that you look over at Sebastian who is now eye level with them with wide eyes. You would remember that your boyfriend was an actor. Why are you so shocked? “Yes I am sweetie.” He gives the girls each an autograph on a napkin they have and they hand him the cups. Just after paying for the drinks he puts a $50 bill in their tip jar and the girls squeal with excitement. Sebastian hands you your drink and you start walking back towards the apartment. With that information on your mind you ask him.

“Baby, you're an actor? How come I don't remember?” Sebastian thinks quickly on his feet with your question. “Angel, you know I'm an actor. It must be the headaches you’ve been having. Making you forget a few things.” “Yeah you’re probably right. I don't know why I forgot.” Letting out a short breath of relief you keep walking towards your building and back into the safety of the apartment. Sebastian checks his phone again after interacting with the two little fans and so far no unexpected postings about it or pictures. That walk was almost too easy for him to not have a spontaneous photo of him out in the city. You find a vase to put the hydrangeas in and then place them in the middle of the coffee table so you can always look at them.

Sebastian heads into the kitchen to start making dinner for the both of you. When you finish your meal you take the dishes from the table and start getting them rinsed to put them into the dishwasher. While you do that your mind starts to wonder and you think back to when you came home from the hospital and had your heavy makeout session on the couch. You think about it and you and Sebastain haven't had any sex since then which you think is a bit strange. You want to bring it up but don't want to upset him. After a bit of a debate in your head and putting the final dish in the washer you wash your hands and head into the bedroom where Sebastian is laying in bed reading a book.

You watch him from the doorway just taking him in. It's now or never you tell yourself. You go into the closet to change out of your clothes and just slip on an old band t-shirt to sleep in. As you exit the closet you see Sebastain follow you as you walk over to your side of the bed. You get under the covers and scoot over to lay your head on his chest. “Sebastian? How come we haven't had sex in the past week?” Sebastian stiffens a bit but you don't notice. “Well honey I wanted to make sure that you had recovered well enough before we did anything too strenuous. Especially with these pains you're getting I didn't want to make it worse.” “I understand that angel eyes but I’ve heard that sex is good for headaches.” With a little bit of a smile you look up at him with hooded eyes. Your hand begins to wander down his chest and you graze his abs and feel him clench his stomach. He drops his book to the floor and rolls over on top of you and brings his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. His brain is on autopilot, he’s wanted to have sex with you since that first day back home but has been too afraid to initiate.

You bring your hands up to his shoulders and around his neck. He has you caged in and you can feel his hard cock against your thigh, so you spread your legs wider to bring him closer to your core. Since you’re only wearing your t-shirt and panties Sebastian can feel how wet you are for him. Plus he isn't wearing any underwear under his sweats so he is getting harder with every feel of her pussy. Sebastian brings his left hand down your body squeezing your breast on his way to your soaked panties. “Oh god baby please take me. Make love to me please.” “Sweetheart, I'm gonna make you feel so good. I��ve been going crazy not being able to touch you like this.” You cradle his face in your hands to have him look you in the eyes. “I love you so much angel eyes, I’m yours baby.” “I love you too y/n. Please don't leave me? I can’t live without you.” Seeing the vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes almost makes you want to cry. You wonder where all this came from.

“I’ll never leave you baby. I’m right here, always.” With that confirmation Sebastian goes in for a bruising kiss at the same time rips your panites off and starts peeling off his sweats in a matter of seconds. He’s hungry for you. You can feel it in the kiss and the rush to get all offending clothing off. He nudges his still leaking cock to your clit that makes you let out the most sinful moan he’s ever heard. Feeling how wet you are he knows he doesn't have to prep you. Sebastian gives you one last peck on the lips as he starts entering your weeping pussy. As he enters your face contorts in a cross between pain and pleasure so he stops to make sure you're okay. “Sweetheart, are you okay, do you want me to stop?” “No, please don't stop, you feel so good Sebastian.” He starts moving forward and gets lost in the feel of you as he keeps moving. He has found his heaven inside you. Once he has entered you fully to the hilt he has to control his breathing to make sure he doesn't cum too soon.

You move your hips to let him know you’re ready. He starts off slow at first just relishing in the feel of your wet pussy. You bring your hands down his arms and around to his back scratching down his back until you reach his ass. He really likes that you grabbed his ass and started going faster with the feel of your hands holding him making him go harder. “Harder baby, I can take it, don't hold back.”

“Sweetheart you keep saying things like that i won't last much longer.” He takes his right arm and holds on to the headboard for leverage and starts hammering into you at a fast pace making you arch your back and bringing your breast towards his face. He takes the opportunity and wraps his mouth around one of your breasts and starts licking and suckling on them like he's trying to get milk out of you. You bring your hands onto his hair and start tugging and scratching at his scalp. He keeps up his fast pace, not wanting to stop anytime soon.

“Mmmmm Sebastian oh god baby i'm so close dont stop!” “I’m almost there too. Cum with me sweetheart. Come on, I can feel you squeezing me so tight.” His cock is hitting you just right just kissing your g-spot and the little hairs at his shaft are grazing your clit with the right pressure. “Yes, yes, yes right there baby don't stop oh im cumming!” “I’m right behind you angel, look at me when you cum, i want to see those beautiful eyes.” You flutter your eyes open and look into those beautiful gray-blue eyes. He brings his forehead to yours while still looking at you. After 2 more thrusts of his hips you’re falling over the edge as your orgasim crashes over you. You’re squeezing him so tight he can hardly move. His thrusts start getting erratic and all of a sudden he’s cumming inside you.

“Jesus christ baby, I cant stop cumming i can’t stop.” As he says this you are in your orgasmic haze trying to make this last as long as you can. He brings his mouth to your ear and starts praising you. Tell you how good you feel. “Oh shit there's so much cum baby. I don’t think I've cum this much ever.” “It's alright honey, you made me feel so good and hey I don't feel my headache anymore.” With a little giggle you hid your face in the crook of his neck from embarrassment. Sebastian joins you in your laughter as he lays his head on your chest. You start carding your hands through his hair as he keeps a hold of your body tight. He doesn't want to let go of this moment. He just had the most amazing sex with you and he doesn't want to lose you. Even after his cock has softened he stays inside you just loving your warmth never wanting to remove himself.

Sebastian starts dozing off with you rubbing his back and head so deliciously plus your warm wet pussy mixed with both your orgasims he’s in heaven. “I love you so much y/n. Please don't ever let go, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life.” You look down at him with tears in your eyes. You can feel his own tears on your chest. How can you ever leave this wonderful man? He has been so caring and wonderful. “Angel eyes look at me please?” Sebastian looks up from your chest putting his chin on top. You wipe his tears from his face and kiss his forehead, he’s really loving the little pet name you gave him. “Oh my sweet Sebastian, don’t cry. Please, you're breaking my heart with your words.”

“I’m sorry, I just… can't see my life without you in it and I feel like this is a dream and when I wake up you won’t be by my side.” You see the inner turmoil he is having and you just want to hold him to you for the rest of your life and take his pain and doubts away. “I have an idea, do you have a pen and a notepad in your nightstand?” “Yeah I think I do, why do you want it?” “Just grab it and I’ll tell you my plan.” Sebastian reluctantly removes himself from you and rolls over to his side of the bed and looks through his drawer. He finds a pen and blue post-it notes. He hands them over to you and you slowly get up and rest your back on the headboard.

“Okay here's my idea, I don't want you having any doubts about us so I'm going to write on this post-it something that you and i can look at everyday to reassure you I will always be here for you.” Sebastian rests his head on your shoulder as you write on the post-it. When you finish you show him what you wrote. ‘I, y/n always promise to love and cherish Sebastian for as long as he will let me. And I hope to smash any doubts he has with my love for him. I made this promise in March 2023.’ He takes the post-it and looks it over and gives you the biggest smile. You take it back and sign your name at the bottom and Sebastian signs it to verify it further. He places the post-it above the bed and kisses his fingers and places it on the paper and you do the same to seal the deal.

You wake up the next morning with no lingering headache at all, which makes you very happy at least you don't have to take any ibuprofen today. You stretch your sore limbs and notice Sebastian isn't in bed. You look at the clock to check the time and it's already 9am. You sit up and you hear music playing in the living room. You get up and head over to the dresser and put on a pair of underwear and slip on your t-shirt from the night before. As you walk down the hall towards the kitchen you hear Sebastian playing his 80’s music playlist. Walking further you see him standing at the stove making breakfast. He hasn't put a shirt on today and is only in his basketball shorts cooking. As you admire his impressive backside you walk over and snake your arms around his torso and lay your cheek to his shoulder blades. “Good morning handsome, what are you making today?” “I’m making french toast and bacon. Coffee is brewing right now so it will be ready soon. Why don't you grab some mugs for us while I finish up here?” Giving his back a kiss you move over to the other side of Sebastian and get 2 coffee mugs for your drinks. Shuffling over to the fridge you grab the creamers for the coffee and place them on the kitchen counter. Sebastian finishes up the rest of the french toast and grabs the bacon from the oven where it has been warming in. He serves up both of your plates with a generous amount of toast and 4 slices of bacon each.

“Here you go sweetheart, I hope you enjoy it.” Sebastian tells you as he kisses your head. “You made it so I'm sure I will love it.” Both of you eat breakfast in comfortable silence just enjoying each other's company, every once in a while you play footsie with each other making you giggle when he finds a tickle spot on your foot or leg. Once you both are done eating Sebastain takes the dishes and puts them in the dishwasher to clean. “I’m going to take a shower. If you want to join me, I'll leave the door open for you.” With that you start walking back down the hall while taking your shirt off on the way showing Sebastian you’re only wearing your panties. Looking over your shoulder you give him a little wink and head into the bathroom to start the shower. Sebastian just stands there dumbfounded staring at an empty hall. His brain finally starts working again as he hears the water turned on in the shower. He takes off towards the bathroom just as you close the shower door.

He watches your silhouette through the door as you start wetting your hair under the shower head. He practically rips his shorts off and slowly opens the door and comes in behind you. You turn around to face Sebastian and without a word you grab his hair and bring him to your lips for a kiss that almost makes his own legs buckle. You backed him up against the tiled wall and took control, gently stroking his cock as well as trailing kisses down his neck and chest. Sebastian’s breath hitched as you grazed your tongue over his nipple and tugged it a little. Not stopping your assault down his body, you licked his happy trail from his belly button down to his now leaking cock. Looking up at him you took your tongue and licked him from shaft to tip and gave his head a little suck to gather his pre cum.

“Jesus christ, baby what are doing to me, that mouth is sinful?” You just hum around is cock and keep your up and down pace. Sebastian can't believe what's happening, this woman he has only known for a few weeks is giving him the blowjob of a lifetime. It is taking everything in him to not stop you, get down on one knee and ask you to marry him. He watches you as you hollow out your cheeks and take him deeper and take your free hand and tug on his balls. “Shit baby ugh im gonna cum.” At that you go farther down and suck his cock at the same time and that brings him to his peak as his cum shoots down your throat. You greedily take everything he gives you, not coming up for air until you have licked all of his cum. When you’re done, you look up at him. Using the shower bench for leverage to stand up, Sebastian comes out of his haze and grabs you by the arms and turns you so your back hits the wall and kisses you till you cant breath. He pulls away and places his head in the crook of your neck trying to get his heart and breathing back to normal, but what he has to say can’t wait. He comes back and looks you in the eyes as you hold your face in place.

“I don't know what I did in this life to deserve a woman like you, but I can't wait any longer. I don't have anything at the moment but, y/n please will you marry me?” The look on your face shows you’re still coming back from that intense kiss but soon sober up at Sebastians words. There is so much love, adoration and sincerity in his eyes you can't help but dive head first. “Yes Sebastian, I'll marry you. My beautiful angel eyes.” You both stand under the spray of the shower holding each other. Sebastian is crying silent tears at how happy he is at this moment, he doesn't want to lose this. Sebastian raches over and grabs your shampoo and has you turn around so he can wash your hair. He keeps his head down a bit so you don't see how red his eyes are, he doesn’t want you to worry. After he finishes shampoo and conditioning your hair, you do the same for him. By the end the water is starting to run cold so you turn off the water and exit the shower. It's a comfortable silence between you. Sebastian takes two towels and hands you one, but instead of drying yourself off you bring your towel to Sebastian and start drying him off. He takes the hint and starts drying you with his towel, giving each other small kisses on the lips or shoulders or neck.

You spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other in bed, just enjoying the comfort. So much so you both almost forgot to eat dinner. From the comfort of the bed Sebastain has food delivered to the apartment at 9pm. After all the boxes are taken to the trash and you straighten out the bed, Sebastian comes back in and starts looking through his dresser for something. “Sebastian, is everything okay? What are you looking for?” “I could have sworn my mother gave me a curtain piece of jewelry just in case.” “What is it baby?” “Ah here it is, I knew I had it hidden away so no one would find it.” You just start laughing at him at his success in finding said item. He comes back over to the bed with his hands behind his back. When he sits down beside you he grabs your left hand and slides a small but beautiful ring on your finger. “It's not much but it was my mothers when she got engaged to my father. Europeans aren’t into flash, more simplistic, plus my parents didn't have much money then so my father got her this. Do you like it?” You lift your hand to the light to get a good look at it. It's so simple and delicate, almost something out of time. You look up at Sebastian with one tear coming down your cheek. “Sebastian, it's perfect, I don't need anything else but you and this ring. That you trust me with something that belonged to your mother, I'm honored.” Sebastian leans in and kisses you into the mattress, deep and slow.

It’s now 3am and Sebastian is wide awake watching you sleep next to him, seeing the ring glimmer in the moonlight from the window. He’s been awake for the past 15 mins watching you sleep and staring at the ceiling. Going through his mind trying to think of ways to keep you in his life when your memory comes back. He did propose to you so he is hoping that maybe some of the memories you two made during this time will stay with you and show you how amazing you are together. He’s also thinking about what he’s going to say to his family and friends about this whole situation. His mom is going to freak out but she will love you. Now his friends, that's a different story, he hopes they will be open minded. He’s practically giving himself a headache with all this thinking. So he rubs his forehead to ease the pain and just turns over and holds you close to his body. “I love you so much y/n please stay with me. I don't know what I will do if you ever left me.” “Mmmm I love you too Angel eyes, go back to sleep baby.” Sebastian kisses your shoulder and closes his eyes and lets your warmth lull him to sleep.

The next morning goes by like usual, but today you made a simple breakfast in bed for Sebastian. Some cut up fruit, rustic bread toasted topped with avocado and eggs and your regular coffee. After having your meal, you got up to bring the dishes into the kitchen when you started to feel a more intense headache coming. You started to sway a little and Sebastian noticed your distress. “Y/N are you okay? What's going on?” He is jumping out of bed just as you drop the dishes. “Sebastian, something isn't right…” Before you can get any more words out you faint. Sebastian was able to catch you before you hit the floor and is now holding your limp body.

He’s trying to shake you awake but nothing is happening. “Sweetheart, Please wake up please i can't lose you please wake up.” Sebastian is able to reach over to the nightstand and grab his phone to call 911. As soon as he gets off the phone he calls Ethan to let him know what is happening and will be meeting you both at the hospital. As soon as the paramedics reach the apartment Sebastian lets them know they need to head to Mount Sinai Hospital since Dr Roberts knows about your condition. You are still unconscious as you arrive at the hospital. They rush you in with Sebastian running alongside you. One of the paramedics finds a nurse and has you brought into one of the exam rooms. “Please someone tell me what's happening? Where is Dr Roberts? He knows my fiance's condition, PLEASE GET HIM HERE NOW!”

“Mr Stan, he is on his way right now, but I need you to calm down, we will take good care of your fiance’.” Sebastian collapses into the wall almost shaking in fear and crying. As the nurse tries to calm him down Dr Roberts enters the room, and Sebastian sighs in relief. “Mr Stan, I wish we were meeting under different circumstances, can you tell me what happened?” “ We were just finishing our breakfast in the bedroom and she got up to take the dishes into the kitchen when she started feeling an extreme headache. She began to speak as she dropped the plates and then she fainted. I caught her before she could hit the floor too hard. Please tell me if she is going to be okay?” “Alright we are going to check her vitals then take her back down to CT, but for the sound of it it seems that maybe the small swelling she had has subsided but we will check to make sure. Please be prepared for things to change knowing what may happen.” Sebastian nodded his head and then you are on your way to CT.

While you are in CT, Ethan arrives at the hospital and finds Sebastian in your exam room. “Sebastian, what happened man, is she going to be okay?” Sebastian lifts his head up and Ethan sees his red eyes and cheeks stained with tears he thinks the worst. “I don't know, she was still unconscious when they took her to get a CT scan. The doctor thinks that the small swelling she had may have gone down and told me to prepare myself. Ethan I have to tell you something and you're gonna tell me I’m crazy but just hear me out…. I love her man, I’m in love with her and 2 days ago I asked her to marry me and she said yes.” All Ethan can do is stare at him in udder and complete shock. “Hey, say something I’m freaking out here already.”

“What? I don’t know what to say man. The time that she has been with you I have noticed how much happier you are and lighter, She’s brought something out in you that i’ve never seen. Now I know she's not the typical girl you go for but that doesnt matter, she's a great woman. If you’re happy man then I’m happy for you no matter how crazy everything has been.”

With a big sigh of relief he stands up and gives Ethan a big hug. Five mins later Dr Roberts enters the room with y/n in toe. “She’s still unconscious but we hope she will wake up soon. As suspected the swelling has gone down so she won't be having those headaches anymore but yes it seems she may be getting her memory back. Now it’s just a waiting game, I will stick around the ER here in case she wakes up and i’m needed.” “Thank you doctor, I really appreciate everything you have done.” You are very welcome. Oh also congratulations, I hear she's your fiance’ now?” The doctor gives him a little smirk. “Um, yeah I think it kind of progressed pretty quickly with us,but doc I am truly in love with her.” “Well for your sake I hope everything works out after all of this.” With that Dr Roberts leaves Sebastian and Ethan with you.

After almost 2 hours of waiting you start to stir and groan in the bed. Sebastian sees this and presses the call button and immediately a nurse calls through and he asks her for a nurse and Dr Roberts to come to the room because you are waking up. Not 2 mins later a nurse and the doctor enter the room and wait for you to wake up fully. Your eyes begin to flutter open and you start to look around the room. You see the doctor and nurse with wide eyes, then you look to your left and see 2 men in the room. One of them you don't recognize but when you see the man sitting in the chair next to you holding your hand your eyes become comically huge. In your mind you are wondering, why is Sebastain Stan in my room and holding my hand, also why does it look like he’s been crying? “What's happening, why am I in a hospital?” You begin to croak out. The Doctor walks forward towards your bed. “Hello, y/n my name is Dr Roberts. You are at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York. What do you remember?”

“The last thing i remember is i was walking out of a coffee shop on my way to central park when i heard someone yell ‘look out’ and then a couch hurling at me from top of a building and being pushed out of the way and that's it.” You feel Sebastian squeeze your hand and you see him bow his head and start to cry. You are so confused as to why he is even here and also crying after what you had told the doctor. “Well y/n after that happened you went unconscious. It was Mr Stan here that saved you from that piece of furniture. He brought you to the hospital himself, and well Sebastian, do you want to take it from here?” “Would it be possible to speak to y/n in private?” “Yes of course let me just give her a quick check up and we will leave you alone.” The whole time the doctor is examining you Sebastian is not letting go of your hand. Very shortly he finishes and heads out of the room with the nurse. But before she leaves she gives Sebastian a once over with a small smile on her lips. You feel something in your heart like jealousy but you see Sebastain not even give the nurse the time of day. That was very strange for you to feel something like that for someone you hardly know.

“Um before I start, swe.. I mean y/n this is my friend and assistant Ethan, he knows about this whole thing i’m about to tell you.” “Hi y/n, i just want to tell you that i'm glad you are better now and I hope to see you soon.” With that he leaves the room. Sebastian is stroking your hand with his thumb looking like he is trying to find the courage to tell you what has been happening. He exhales deeply and starts to tell you everything that has happened in the last almost 2 weeks. Everything from you thinking you have been dating each other for 2 years to your lazy days together at his apartment and well to the inevitable, him proposing marriage to you 2 days ago. That's when you look at your left hand that he has been holding and you see the small but beautiful engagement ring. “I really had hoped that you would at least remember some of our time together when you got your memory back but judging by your reaction i don't think that happened.” With a sad and disappointed look on his face, he tries to be strong but fails.

“Sebastian, this all sounds so crazy I don't know what to say. Can you let me think about this for a little bit? This is all so overwhelming and I just need a few minutes to process this." With a nod of his head and a small kiss to your hand he walks over to the door and begins to exit the room, but before he leaves he looks over his shoulder to you and gives you a sweet smile. “I'm going to go get something to drink and if you need anything I will be just outside this door, okay?” Then he is out of the room and walking down the hall to get some water and clear his mind.

He really hoped you remembered him but he was expecting this so all he can do is sit and wait for you to call him. It has only been 30 mins but all of a sudden you hear the door open and see Sebastian enter the room. “I’m so sorry but I forgot my wallet.” You see the forlorn look on his face and he looks like he’s about to cry again just seeing you. “Oh Angel Eyes, please don't cry.” When Sebastain hears the pet name you gave him his heart beat picks up and his eyes get wide. If you just called him angel eyes then somewhere in your mind you remember. “What did you just say? Did you just call me angel eyes?” “I’m so sorry i don't know where that came from.”

“Sweetheart, I need you to think back okay? Do you remember the post-it note?” Y/N looks away from Sebastain to try and search her mind. It takes her a good minute but all of a sudden she gets a quick flash of something in her mind. It's blurry but she can see 2 people laying in bed, the man has his head laying on the woman's shoulder and she has a pen in her hand. She shakes her head and all of a sudden she is seeing the memory from her own eyes. Sebastian is looking at her with anticipation not wanting to interrupt her. Y/n head snaps up and she is looking at Sebastian with tears in her eyes. She lets out a shaky breath taking in his gray-blue eyes like it was the first time.

“I remember, we were laying in your bed and..and I wanted to ease your fears of me ever leaving you so i wrote you something on a post-it note.” At that moment Sebastain takes out his phone and shows her a picture of the note above the bed. Both of them are now crying not knowing where to go from here. “I know this sounds really crazy but I have never felt this deeply for someone in my entire life. I may have only known you for 2 weeks but I am madly in love with you. Look at your hand I proposed to you 2 days ago. That's how much I love you. I may not know much about your actual life but I would give anything to keep you in my life so I can know everything about you. I'm sorry if I'm overwhelming you but sweetheart, remember what you wrote on that note baby and we sealed it with a kiss.” You both don't realize how close to each other you are until you feel his lips on yours. The kiss is so soft and tender, like you're made of glass. He brings his hand up around to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. By now Sebastian has stood up and is climbing into the hospital bed never breaking the kiss. Your head is so dizzy from the memories coming back to and the kiss combined. You finally break the kiss to catch your breath.

“I remember everything, Sebastian. But, how is this going to work our relationship? I know I'm not a thin model or someone that you typically date but I don't want to be attacked because I don't fit everyone's beauty standards…” Sebastian cuts off your rant by placing his finger on your lips. “We will get through this, I know it may get hard but I will do everything in my power to make sure we can make this work. I don't care what anyone else has to say about us. All that matters is that we love each other and will be there for one another. Will you give this a chance, give us a chance?” You stroke his cheek and he leans into your touch. “I will give us a chance Sebastian, if you promise me two things?”

“What is it? I’ll do anything?” With a big smile on your face you tell him…. “I need to go back to my hometown and retrieve a few family items that i left there.” “Okay that's no problem, what the other thing baby?” “Can we get a dog?” With a hearty laugh Sebastian kisses you senseless and promises you anything you want. “Wait, do you still want to marry me? You haven't changed your mind on that have you?” Looking into his eyes, seeing the emotion deep in them waiting for your answer. “Well, I always dreamed of having my wedding ceremony in Strawberry Fields in the fall, think we can swing that?” “Baby, I will give you the world.”

Sebastian lays in the bed with you just holding you as you comb your hands through his hair. An hour later Dr Roberts comes back into the room to check up on you. “Well I gather things went very well?” “Yes doctor, thank you so much for the great care you have given me. When can I go home?” “I don't see a harm in discharging you this evening. But I want you to come see me in two weeks for a follow up to make sure the swelling has stayed down.” “Of course doctor, I will make sure she sets that up as soon as possible.”

Ethan comes back into the room with a few coffee’s and snacks. Sebastian lets him know everything that has happened since he was gone and formally introduces himself and tells you it was him that packed all your belongings from your hotel weeks prior. The three of you end up talking until the nurse comes back in with your discharge papers. As you are signing the papers you see out of your peripheral vision that she is eyeing Sebastian like she wants to tear his clothes off. So you place the papers on your lap and look at the nurse to speak.

“Excuse me ma’am but would mind not eye fucking my fiance’ in front of me i would really appreciate that. Also it's very unprofessional and I wouldn't want to have to talk to your supervisor or Dr Roberts about this.” The nurse looks at you with wide eyes then down at the floor in shame mumbling a sorry under breath. Sebastian makes it a point to show the nurse who he belongs to when he comes to the side of the bed and kisses you deeply. “What was that for?” “Just wanted to make sure that nurse knew I was yours and yours only.” You pass off the papers to the nurse and start getting dressed to leave the hospital. As Sebastian, Ethan and yourself exit the emergency room you notice a very familiar black suv. Rounding the front of the car you see a familiar face. “Hi Marcus how have you been?” “I’ve been very well Miss, I hope you are feeling better?” Marcus opens the back door to let you in. You slide into the seat and see Sebastian just staring at you with so much love in his eyes. “Come on angel eyes, let's go home.” With your request he jumps into the back seat with you and holds you the entire way back home.

Taking a chance in life and finally taking that trip to New York changed your life forever and you couldn't be happier.

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ficsforfandoms · 9 months

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The Rest Of My Life

Prompt - ‘I’d like to laugh with her for the rest of my life.’

It didn’t take a genius to figure out Christian, any fool who took a single glance at him could sum him up quite as easily as somebody who had known him since he was just a small boy. They would tell you he was a man in love, in love with what nobody could ever guess. There was never a woman in his life, Christian had no experience with love and yet his whole life seemed to revolve around love.

Christian himself would tell you how beautiful love was, how it was all one needed to be happy. He was content to sit at his typewriter for hours on end, his fingers dancing quickly across the keys in a desperate attempt to keep up with each new thought and idea that came to him.

Love was beautiful. It was breathtaking. It made the world a better place. Christian could spend the rest of his life waxing the most adoring words to describe the feeling of being loved and being in love.

He might never have been in love but oh how he had dreamed of it. The feeling of his lover curled into his chest, his fingers trailing through soft hair, caressing her cheek before feeling her lips against his, the words he wrote suddenly having a new meaning because they were all about her.

Christian wanted to be in love more than anything.

It was perhaps for that reason that Christian hadn’t protested so much when Toulouse insisted he joined them at the Moulin Rouge that evening, a place he would never usually have frequented but he knew he wouldn’t find love sitting in his room. It was one of the reasons he had left London, he needed to put himself out there, he needed to find her.

So he went to the Moulin Rouge and he stared in wide eyed wonderment at the sights, there were so many different types of people, lights and jewels shone around the room, Christian wasn’t able to take everything in fast enough before the girls were singing and his attention was pulled to the front of the room.

He was quick to join in on the festivities as Toulouse pulled him along with a giant grin on his face, the music loud and the drink in his hand cold, Christian was singing and dancing along with the rest of the crowd in no time.

You were the first to spot him, watching as he laughed with his group of friends, looking so happy and carefree, like there was nothing bad in the world. He was beautiful, of that there was no doubt, but there was something about him beyond his beauty that seemed to pull you to him.

You stayed where you were though, despite wanting to make your way over to him, choosing instead to just observe him. You were quick to look away when he turned your way, focusing on the near empty drink in your head and hoping when you turned back he hadn’t disappeared from view.

Christian was enchanted in a second of seeing you. Alone at the bar, bringing a glass to your lips, Christian couldn’t look away if he tried. The flood of people separating you seemed to vanish from view for Christian, the songs and the dancing suddenly not all that interesting to him anymore. Of course how could they be when compared to you?

“Toulouse,” Christian said, not looking away from you as he called his friend's attention, “she’s beautiful.”

“So go and talk to her.” Toulouse encouraged and if only it could be that simple, for him to simply walk across the room and close the distance between the two of you.

“Oh I couldn’t!” Christian insisted, finally pulling his gaze from you to look at Toulouse with wide eyes. “I wouldn’t know what to say, what to do! She looks like a woman I could only dream about, what chance would a penniless nobody like me have with a woman like that?”

“Christian, it is easy, just tell her you think she’s beautiful and go from there. Don’t you think she should have a say in whether she wants to be with you?” Toulouse asked, smirking when Christian didn’t immediately shoot him down but instead turned back to you.

“Perhaps you’re right.” Christian said absentmindedly, his attention solely on you again. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Good luck!” Toulouse’s call was muffled as Christian made his way through the crowd, people moving this way and that, causing him to stumble his way through the sea of people before he finally made his way to where you sat alone at the bar, hands wrapped around an empty glass.

“Excuse me?” Christian started and you couldn’t help but smile at the soft voice to your right, glancing over when you saw the man from across the room standing nervously at your side. “If you wouldn’t mind the company, I’d quite like to join you.”

Your smile widened and Christian was mesmerised. He could sit and stare at you all day, already he had hundreds of words running through his head that he was desperate to type out, finally having real inspiration for his poems.

“Please do take a seat.” You told him, gesturing to the seat next to you and Christian had to control his smile at your voice, you sounded as beautiful as you looked, a voice he’d quite like to listen to for the rest of his life.

“Could I buy you another drink?” Christian offered as he gestured down to your empty glass.

“I’d like that, thank you.”

It wasn’t long before the two of you had drinks in front of you, Christian unable to look away from you for even a single moment whereas you kept glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, thankful that he seemed as captivated by you as you were for him.

“I’m sorry, how rude of me, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Christian.” He introduced himself, a pink flush spreading across his check that you could help but giggle softly at, a sound that had Christian’s heart speeding up.

“Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You told him with a smile and Christian wanted you to always smile at him like that.

“You truly are beautiful, Y/N.” Christian said, the words falling from his lips seemingly without his permission if his wide eyes and startled look was anything to go by but you just laughed again and the sound alone seemed to calm him.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” You asked him and watched as his eyebrows knitted together before he shook his head. “I figured, most men don’t speak to any women here quite so nicely.”

“That’s ridiculous! Surely somebody else must have noticed your beauty? One look from across the room and I knew I just had to know you!” Christian exclaimed, baffled at your words.

“You’re a romantic sort, aren’t you? I’ve never heard anyone speak quite like you do.” You told him with a soft smile, glad he had come to join you.

“Oh yes! I love everything about love, there’s no better feeling, nothing better in the whole world than love!” Christian told you enthusiastically and you couldn’t help but smile along with him.

Christian felt himself blush under your smile, knowing how he could get when the subject of love was brought up. Suddenly, here before you, it felt like everything he had known about love was wrong, it was so much more consuming than he could have ever thought it would be.

“I wish I believed in love half as much as you seem to.” You told him wistfully, glancing down into your drink and missing Christian’s wide eyed look of horror.

“You don’t believe in love?” He exclaimed and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love, of course it’s real,” You said before sighing, “It’s just that, I don’t know, sometimes I wonder if I was ever made to be loved like that.”

“Of course you were.” Christian said once the words were out of your mouth and you turned to look at him in confusion, he debated whether he should carry on before deciding it was worth it. “Of course you were made to be loved, I knew the moment I saw you that you were put here, right here in Montmartre, here on this very night in the Moulin Rouge, to be loved!”

“You can’t possibly mean that, Christian.” You brushed him off with a huff of a laugh but continued looking at him, the determined look on his face had you doubting your own words.

“But I do.” He insisted. “You see, I’m a poet, I write about love and never have I met anybody in my whole life who gives my words meaning. Suddenly everything I have ever written about faceless people seems dreadfully dull when compared to what I want to write about you!”

“I’ve never been loved before.” You told him softly.

“I’ve never been in love before.” He admitted, his voice just as quiet as yours and the two of you remained that way for several moments, the noises of the Moulin Rouge muted around you.

“You hardly know me.” You finally said, not sure if it was an attempt to stop whatever seemed to be occurring or an invitation for him to accept.

“I’d like to though, more than anything in the whole world.” He told you, everything about him radiated sincerity. “I quite think I’d like to spend the rest of my life getting to know you.”

You were silent again, left speechless as you stared at the man who gave you a sheepish smile, reaching up to push his hair back nervously as he waited for you to say something. You weren’t quite sure you could find any words though at the moment so instead just nodded, strangely taken with the young man and wanting to know him as much as he did you.

“Would you like to leave? We could go anywhere you like.” Christian asked and you nodded again, allowing him to take your hand and lead you away from the bright lights.

The two of you stayed that way, walking alongside each other long after the music and singing coming from the Moulin Rouge had faded, hands entwined as you both filled the silence. Christian told you about why he had come to Paris, leaving behind a life in London in exchange for a chance to make a new one, one filled with love and poetry. You told him about your life too, telling him of the adventures that you had that had led you all the way to Paris and the Moulin Rouge.

The two of you wandered the streets for hours, barely noticing the time pass as you traded secrets and stories. It wasn’t until yawns started to interrupt your conversations that you both realised that hours had passed since you’d left the Moulin Rouge.

“I don’t want this night to end.” Christian told you, looking at you with a sad, regretful look. “I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a night like this one.”

“I can say the same thing myself. I’ve rather liked getting to know you, Christian.” You said and watched as his expression morphed into a smile.

“We will do this again, won’t we? Oh, please say we will, Y/N!” Christian exclaimed, causing you to laugh, smiling brightly at him and Christian found himself returning the gesture without a second thought.

Your smile truly was contagious.

“I’d like nothing more.” You told him truthfully, giggling again as his smile spread impossibly wider as he pulled you closer to him.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you immediately agreed, even after spending so long together tonight you wanted to stay with him a little while longer.

The walk home consisted of much softer spoken conversation, the both of you knowing that in a matter of minutes you’d have to part ways. When your building came into sight you sighed softly and turned to Christian.

“I can’t wait to see you again.” Christian said as he reached over to brush a strand of hair away before his hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

He gave you plenty of time to pull away but instead you leaned forward, meeting him halfway. Christian suddenly understood every word he had ever read, he realised every cliche was real when he felt your lips against his, the world around him forgotten as he kissed you back until you were both breathless and forced to pull away.

“Goodnight Christian.” You murmured, leaning up to place a lingering kiss against his lips before stepping back to memorise the dazed look on Christian’s face.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Christian whispered, keeping his gaze on you until you’d disappeared behind the closed door of your apartment building.

He stayed where he was for a few moments longer, just smiling to himself with the memory of your lips against his running through his head. You were truly unlike anybody he had ever met before, someone he knew he had to know, had to keep in his life.

Christian walked home with his smile firmly in place and let himself into his own rooms, shrugging his coat off before taking a seat at the table, his trusty typewriter already waiting for him.

Tonight I met her, the girl who gives meaning to every word of love, each line sounds beautiful and new because of her. Suddenly I know what love is, an all-encompassing feeling that I will treasure for the rest of my life, a life I hope to share with her. She’s beautiful, not just in the way she looks but in the way she talks, in the way she laughs. I laughed more tonight than I ever have in my life. I think…no I know I’d like to laugh with her for the rest of my life.

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tellmealovestory · 1 year

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Kiss Me - Chapter 1

Summary: 4 times you and Eddie kissed and it meant nothing and the 1 time you kissed and it meant everything.

Warnings: Some minor second hand embarrassment, Eddie being a menace (but we love him for it!!)

“Woohoo!” Your shout is full of excitement and loud enough it can be heard over Eddie’s dying guitar riff.

Catching your eye he gives you a wink and slings his guitar over his back before giving a dramatic bow as if he’s playing to a crowd of a thousand screaming fans instead of just you and the few drunks sitting around the bar.

It’s over the top and ridiculous, but somehow so Eddie and it fills your heart with joy seeing the sheer delight being on stage and performing brings him.

Tossing your head back you laugh and you don’t need to be looking at him to know his smile is beaming because you both know making you laugh was his goal all along.

Bouncing on the balls of your feet near the stage it’s not lost on you or the rest of the band that you’re the only one paying attention. The bar is full of regulars. Middle aged men who are enjoying a few beers before heading back to their wives and girlfriends. A bartender who looks bored as they flip through the few available channels offered on the lone television that hangs above the bar.

If it wasn’t for you singing the praises of Corroded Coffin during most of their gigs you doubt they’d get any kind of attention at all.

But you know it’s just a matter of time before they hit it big especially after the two new songs they debuted that stole your heart.

“Hands down your best show yet!” you gush when Eddie walks over to greet you.

Sweat glistens on his forehead and dampens his curls. His cheeks are flushed pretty in pink, but there’s no denying the happiness that wafts off him. It’s contagious and you find yourself breaking out into a large smile that matches his own.

“That mean our number one fan enjoyed it?” He teases before wrapping his arms around you in a tight bear hug. Wrinkling your nose in disgust you try to wriggle your way out of his sweaty hold, but that just makes him hold you tighter. Nuzzling his face in your neck his curls brush against your cheeks and you’re set off on another giggling fit.

“You’re gross and you need a shower,” you laugh before he finally releases you.

“Don’t lie. You know you love me all sweaty. I know I’m your number one fantasy,” he croons.

Rolling your eyes you playfully swat his chest and it’s only then that the teasing turns to something more serious; a breakdown of their show and the new songs.

“So,” Eddie starts, rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands clasped behind his back. “What’d you think? Too girly? Gareth thinks the lyrics could use some more work.”

You shake your head no at both of those statements.

“The titles could use some work. I’m not sure how popular a song called ‘Die in Your Sleep’ is going to be, especially around here.” You wave your hand in the air to indicate not just the bar, but the at times small mindedness that resides in Hawkins.

“The title is perfect,” Eddie shoots back. “But go on, princess, tell me what else you thought.”

“The lyrics are great. Not too girly at all so you can tell Gareth to shove it.”

Eddie chuckles at the slight venom that laces your words, you’ve never been one to hold back your opinions when it comes to the band or the music and he appreciates that about you.

“The second song, the slower one,” you start, having already forgotten what it was called.

“Yeah,” he says, dragging the syllables out. “Gareth’s idea again. He thinks we need something slower to bring the chicks in and to our side.”

You ignore that with another shake of your head and wrinkle your nose.

“That song is… it’s magic. The lyrics are so good and that guitar solo of yours at the end? I just…” It’s impossible for you to put your thoughts into words or complete a sentence and Eddie lets out one of those throaty laughs that lately has been making your stomach twist around itself. “C’mon now. You’re the smart one in the group. Use those big girl words and tell me what you really thought of the song,” he jokes, shoulder bumping against yours.

Any other time you would have playfully slapped his chest and told him to shove it for saying something like that, but you don’t. Not this time.

“It’s…” you start, but give up rather quickly, letting the word hang in the air between you.

If you’re honest with yourself you aren’t quite sure what comes over you.

Maybe it’s the music you got swept up in or knowing that summer is almost over and you’re both about to start senior year, a year bound to bring changes or maybe it’s even a lack of sleep.

All you know is one second you’re trying to have a conversation about the show and the next second you’re getting lost in those familiar chocolate brown eyes. By the third second logic and reason have been thrown out of your brain and you’re launching yourself at him.

Without thinking about the consequences or anything for that matter you close the gap of space between you by wrapping your arms around his neck and attempting to kiss him. It’s more than awkward at first, your nose bumps against his making you both wince at the slight pain, lips landing closer to the corner of his mouth than the center before you think you get the hang of it and your lips finally meet his.

He doesn’t kiss you back or even try to touch you and you aren’t sure if you’re relieved or disappointed.

You chalk it up to him being too stunned and try not to take it personally. After all, you were the one to throw yourself at him with no prior warning. If the roles were reversed you’re almost positive you’d be acting the same way he is.

The seconds tick by and slowly you come to your senses. Horrified at what you just did you pull back and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Taking a few steps back to give you both some space to process what just happened you have to resist the urge to flee.

“Was it that bad?”

It takes your brain a few seconds to process what he’s asking you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion and it dawns on you, albeit slowly, that he’s referring to you wiping your mouth.

Another round of embarrassment crashes into you and you visibly cringe, eyes slamming shut for a second as you suck in a shaky breath. There’s no way to explain that the kiss wasn’t bad, it just… was weird, but even vocalizing those words is only going to make things worse.

Definitely better to ignore the whole situation and pretend it didn’t happen and pray he goes along with your plan.

Saved or maybe ruined by the approaching footsteps of Gareth you take another step backwards.

“When you two get done making out you wanna help us pack up, Eddie?”

You have to bite your tongue so you don’t snap that you weren’t making out. Unable to meet Eddie’s eyes or to even look in Gareth’s direction you stare down at your shoes and the sticky hardwood floor hoping that if you concentrate hard enough it will open up and swallow you whole, putting you out of your embarrassment.

Eddie senses your discomfort and he teases, “It’s not that bad. Least he didn’t tell us to get a room. Though we can if you want.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you’re met with the urge to slap him across the chest or let the floor swallow him whole.

“I hate you,” you mumble, but you both know it’s a lie.

He chuckles before turning around to tell Gareth he’ll be right there and you hope that means Eddie will forget about what just took place.

Once Gareth leaves however Eddie decides it’s time to torture you a little more.

“If that’s how you’re gonna react after every new song we perform I’m gonna have to start writing material faster.”

He’s only teasing, but that doesn’t stop heat from crawling up your neck and face. Burying your face in your hands you mumble an apology and tell him you don’t know what came over you because you don’t. Eddie’s your best friend, you don’t like him like that, you got carried away in the moment and it happens to everyone, right?

He steps closer, arms wrapping around you he pulls you back into his sweaty body where you bury your head in his chest and breathe in the scent of stale cigarette smoke and sweat.

“Hey, don’t apologize. You think this is the first time I’ve had women throw themselves at me after a show?”

“Shut. Up.”

His chest rumbles with laughter and he squeezes you tighter.

“C’mon princess it’s not a big deal.” He pulls back making you look into his eyes. You try to look anywhere else, but his fingers grasp your jaw forcing you to stare into those dark, familiar depths. “Was that your first kiss?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, wriggle yourself out of his embrace and refuse to look at him. Your feet shuffle and you glance around the bar before your gaze lands back on the stage to Gareth and the rest of the band as they begin to pack up their gear, a task that Eddie was supposed to be helping them with, but instead decided torturing you was a better use of his time.

“No. I’ve had loads of kisses. Like… so many. Just… making out with everyone all the time. You know how I do.”

Eddie arches his brow and crosses his arms over his chest and you try hard not to stare at the way his shirt is stretched tight over his body. But the more you try not to stare the more that you do. You should not be thinking or looking at him like this. God, one kiss and you’re turning into a horndog.

You can tell he doesn’t believe you, but instead of trying to be honest you dig yourself an even bigger hole.

“Your uncle was actually my first kiss. Great guy, but too much tongue. You, however have the potential to be way better. Glad to see it doesn’t run in your family, Munson.”

A smirk bigger than the grand canyon stretches itself across his face and you’re tempted to kiss him again if only to wipe that stupid look off.

“Always knew you had a thing for musicians, but older men too? You’re full of surprises, princess. I better not introduce you to my grandpa or I might lose you for good.”

He waits a beat and chuckles at the death glare you give him, but that doesn’t stop him from tossing in one more quip before he goes to help the rest of the band.

“Hey, aren’t you volunteering at the senior center this year? You think that’s a good idea considering your… taste? If you end up getting married to one of those fine men I call dibs playing your wedding. Corroded Coffin would make a great wedding band.”

The groan you let out can be heard by the bartender halfway across the room and this time when you tell him to shut up he does, leaving you alone with your thoughts as he makes his way back to the stage.

The rest of the night passes without incident.

After dropping the rest of the band off it’s just you and Eddie, parked outside your house. He lets the current song on the radio finish playing before he shuts the van off and the sudden silence is jarring. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel you steal a peak at him. The streetlights hit Eddie in the driver’s seat, illuminating his curls and making him look like a dark angel. The thought brings a small smile to your face.

“Thanks for coming out tonight. Gotta say it was one of our more… memorable shows.”

“If I tell you to shut up again, are you going to do it?”

“Nope.” He says popping the p and smirking at you.

“Didn’t think so, but thought it was still worth a try.” Your smirk matches his and you unclick your seatbelt, hand hovering on the door handle before you turn back to him for one more glance. “Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Before he has a chance to say anything else you’re slipping out and gently closing the door so as not to wake your neighbors and give them something else to complain about.

You only make it a few feet before he’s rolling his window down, sticking his head out and calling your name. The volume of his voice makes you flinch, but you turn around to face him, expecting him to tease you again about the kiss, but he doesn’t.

“Hey,” he pauses, sucks in a breath, fingers gripping the steering wheel tight enough to turn his knuckles white he swears beneath his breath. “Not that it matters, but uh it was my first kiss too.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #my writing

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nicohischierz · 1 year

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i want to write you a song: luca fantilli au

luca and his team filled out the front row as they waited for you to come out. you had released a new successful album and had been on tour for two months, your last show was in michigan.

that was your only request when discussing tour dates. you wanted your last one to be with your boyfriend so that you could surprise him.

michigan had clinched a spot in the big ten finals and they were more than happy to go to one of your concerts. your whole album had been added to the teams playlist and when they heard you were going to be at little caesers arena they wasted no time buying tickets.

so now they watched as you thanked everyone for coming out to your show.

“i’ve got one more song for you guys. i started writing this on tour when i missed my boyfriend,”

your admission to having a significant other made the crowd go crazy.

I want to write you a song One that's beautiful as you are sweet

you looked down at luca and smiled at him. adam was the only one on the team who knew you two were dating so he nudged his brother in a teasing manner.

With just a hint of pain For the feeling that I get when you are gone

I want to write you a song

luca was at peace looking at you doing what you enjoyed most. he was so enamoured by you that he missed the way adam had moved him towards the stairs.

the other’s on the team were confused by adam’s actions but helped him get luca on the stage. they were even more confused when you walked over and out stretched your hand to the boy.

I want to lend you my coat One that's as soft as your cheek So when the world is cold You'll have a hiding place you can go

I want to lend you my coat

luca wasted no time wrapping you up in your arms. his tall stature covered most of your body but you revelled in the fact that you were in his arms once again.

when you pulled away, luca gave a kiss on your head before you continued singing.

Everything I need I get from you

Givin' back is all I wanna do

I want to build you a boat One that's strong as you are free So any time you think that your heart is gonna sink You know it won't

I want to build you a boat

you and luca sat on the edge of the stage together, he had his arms around you as you leaned into his chest.

his teammates just stared at the two of you dumbstruck.

Everything I need I get from you Givin' back is all I wanna do

behind the two of you a slide of your memories with luca played.

the pictures contained memories from your first date to your latest facetime.

Everything I need I get from you Givin' back is all I wanna do

I want to write you a song One to make your heart remember me So any time I'm gone You can listen to my voice and sing along

I want to write you a song I want to write you a song

you finished the song and leant your forehead against luca’s. he then pulled you in for a kiss and held you in his arms for a little longer.

“i love you,” you both whispered.

#luca fantilli au #nicohischierz writes #Spotify

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dailyunstableeve · 6 months

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Together

Hobie Brown x witch!Fem!Reader

Chapter Three

a/n: I know this took so long, because Spidey decided to throw Vulture at my window so my window just got fix 👌 I'm joking, I just been editing it again and again ;-; sorry for the wait enjoy ;)

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"Again."

You close your eyes, remembering the image of a bottle they placed in front of you, adjusting your usages of power and only aim for the bottle but every time, you end up blowing the whole table up together with the bottle, and they have to bring the extra tables in.

"I can't, can we just call it a day?" You're exhausted from the hours of just trying to hit that one single bottle.

Charles Xavier and Wanda Maximoff are the ones who are willing to train you, and Hobie stayed with you during the whole training just like he promised.

"Give it a one last try Miss Y/N, I believe that you just need to focus," Charles gave Eve a warm smile, "your power is indeed hard to wield but you should never stop trying."

"Maybe try only visualizing the bottle, not the table," Wanda suggested.

"You got this," you saw Hobie mouthed at you, giving you a smile which you managed to relax a little and focus on the bottle only like how Wanda suggested.

You did it, the bottle was knocked off and the table had some marks on it, at least it's not explode like the last many tables.

"Good job," Charles congratulated you.

You let out a breath to relax a bit, looking at the bottle on the ground, deeply happy that you managed to do it.

For the next two months, your training went great, studies continued at the Xavier Gifted School, Tony Stark helped you to cover all the fees, basically your salaries. Charles, Wanda and Jean are the main ones who will always appear in your training as Hobie will be there for you, he's a promise keeper.

Throughout the two months, you tried to come up with new spells in the recommendation from Wanda. Both of you are witches, she gains her powers from the Mind stone and you're born with it. Which made you and Wanda the best friend. You can bend elements, together with healing spells but that's not your limit. You would love to find out about your power, in exchange it could lead you unable to control your power.

"Let's try with a new spell every one or two weeks, depending on how well you manage to control your power," Wanda said.

Other than focusing on training, you and Hobie got closer than usual.

"Here you go luv," Hobie just casually handed you your favorite soda drink.

"Thank you," you took it from him with a soft smile.

This feels bizzard for you, all the crushes you have on Hobie, after highschool, you both didn't even contact at all, until now. Hobie's the Spiderman, your admired hero, behind the mask is the boy you like.

"It's been two months, what do you think?" Hobie asked you.

"It's great, everyone is nice here, haven't really been around people like them, it almost felt like a dream," you chuckled, "thank you Hobie, for the millions of times you've shown me the light of life. I mean it, even if you're just doing what heroes do."

"I'm not doing it because I'm Spiderman," Hobie scoffed.

"What?"

"Just drink," he stared at your drink and you, the way his eyes shift is him telling you to drink.

Hobie looked away from you, with his side profile, a slight redness painted the tip of his ears.

Normally both of you will meet at the training ground, sooner you both hang out outside. Band performance, cafes, movies, arcade, night walk etc. As if it's a date everytime you both are hanging out.

Soon enough, five months passed by. It's your final day, and also the day you make your decision, but before all that, it's a party.

You watched Hobie performing on the stage, many crowded around the stage, having their hands raised up hopping on beats, singing along to the song. You stood on the empty spot far from the stage that's enough for you to watch Hobie on the stage. It reminded you of graduation, how you were holding on your graduation scroll tight in your hands, standing at the other end of the four basketball court gym when everyone was dancing around the stage.

Same position, different location, same music, different people, same feelings.

Before you were pulled away from Wanda and the others, you and Hobie met eye but you looked away because Wanda and Natasha are asking for you to join them to dance.

The party was a blaze, it ended before you knew it, and with Natasha being the great drinker, she managed to get you into tipsy mode.

"Y/N," Hobie called you as he walked towards you.

"Hobie?"

"You alright? Hear from the redheads you drank a lot," Hobie adjusted himself to meet the same leve height as you.

"Yeah I think I'm fine," you giggled, thinking that you're not tipsy but drunk, literally drunk, the alcohol must've been kicking in right now.

"You sure?" Hobie frowned, he has never seen you like this before since you mostly in serious mode, only crack a few laughs if the joke is really funny but now you're giggling on nothing (on the handsome face of Hobie), and constantly have a smile on your face.

Hobie would do anything to make this scene last but he also can't help but to worry about you.

"Dance with me Hobie," you took out your phone, playing the same music you watch Hobie plays on stage, reaching your hand out to him.

Hobie let out a short chuckle and took your hand.

This moment is what fulfilled the things you missed out on during highschool. A dance with the one you love, laughing along with Hobie, enjoy yourself.

Reaching the ending point of the song, Hobie pulled you close to you which caught you off guard that you almost fell but he caught you, pulling you even closer. This is the closest you've been with Hobie, in which your heart starts to beat insanely fast, you feel the air around you feels hot, and there's a possibility that you might faint and you did.

Before you fainted, you felt something soft touching your lip with Hobie telling you, "you better not forget what happened tomorrow, I'll be very pissed if you do."

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a/n: this is not the end if that's what you think 👀, I've been planning to make this into a long series, hopefully around ten chapters, stay tone for more and thank you for reading ❤️

Chapter One <-

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Hello darling, I was wondering if your taking request for exo? If so can I request a Junmyeon x reader we’re they are dating and their relationship is public but on an award show Junmyeon dances and sings along red velvet music but when your group is up he doesn’t and people makes fun of you for it so you get in a fight with Myeon and ask him if he thinks your group is bad or if he likes them better and the argument grows to the point we’re he said that she should of dated Irene instead of you . With a happy ending 🥺🥺🥺

It’s alright if you don’t want to make this request i totally understand 🤍🤍.

Hello my lovely :) I am so sorry this has taken so long. I have had so much on recently, but I am back and so excited to write again. Sorry if its not the best, I had some writers block on how I wanted the story to play out. I hope its ok.

FYI: I do know that the story is not exactly correct to the original ways that things happen at the awards show, but I had to change the story up to make it work :)

Angsty with a fluffy ending <3

You lifted your hand to wave at the crowd in front of you and smiled to yourself as you saw all the fan made signs waving in the air.

Tonight was a big night, the one and only MAMA awards. Every group known in the industry were out, all dressed head to toe in beautiful custom clothes made only for this event.

You were currently sat in the middle of your group Xscape, which was made up of 6 girls including yourself. Tonight was a big night for you all as you had been nominated for several awards, which caused nerves and butterflies to swim through your stomach.

The flashing camera's pulls you out from your thoughts as you take another look around the room. Though you didn't want to seem big headed, you knew that all eyes were on your group tonight. Not only had you risen up quickly through the ranks to have a stream of number 1 hits throughout the music charts, but your relationship with another idol had recently went public.

You initially told yourself that you would not be dating, not at least in the beginning of your career. You wanted to focus on your music, but you did not expect the Exo leader to walk into your life and whisk you off your feet.

Both Suho's group and your own were both signed under the same label so you were bound to bump into each other at some point and once you finally did, you couldn't believe how much you had in common. It didn't take long for your relationship to surpass the friend zone and turn into something wonderful. You felt so comfortable with each other, it was like you were always meant to meet.

Sadly it didn't take long for the news to break into the outside world and though a lot of people supported your relationship, there was many haters spreading negative energy online but neither of that let it get you down and you are now 6 months into your relationship together.

Before you could think any further, music starts loudly playing causing the entire stadium to erupt into cheers as the hosts made their way on stage. Though you were nominated for several awards tonight, you only had one in your sight...'Best new Artist'. It would be an honour to win an award that is known for picking the next big thing in the world of Korean music. All the biggest artists right now had won this award and it would mean so much to you, if your group could follow in their footsteps.

You look over to where Exo are sat, taking in your boyfriends features in the hopes it would calm your nerves. He seems lost in thought himself, occasionally stretching his neck or talking to one of his members, so he doesn't really look your way. 'He must be tired' you thought to yourself, shuffling in your seat.

As the awards continued, the next award for 'Best music video" was called out to a highly respected group in the industry.

"Red Velvet" the host cheered as the girls made their way up to collect their award. Your group stood up and clapped as their song 'Russian Roulette' played loudly.

The on stage screen showed many idols smiling or clapping along to the song and the camera man panned around to capture it all.

Suddenly laughter erupted around you as you realise your boyfriends face is on the screen in front of you and he is dancing along passionately to every step without any mistakes. You smile to yourself at his sudden outburst of energy and watch Chanyeol pull him into his seat as the group start their acceptance speech.

"Now for the next award" the hosts voice booms through the microphone "Best new Artist".

"This is it" squealed one of your members beside you, gripping on to your hands tightly.

As the host read through the names of groups in the category, you found yourself holding your breath. So many late nights, tears and tired limbs had got you here, you just hoped it wasn't all in vain.

"and the winner is......XSCAPE"....

You all leaped up clinging on to each other with tears in your eyes and started to make your way towards the stage whilst your hit song 'Promise of Tonight' echoed throughout the venue. You couldn't quite believe it. Though you had hoped that this would be the outcome, the feeling of hearing your groups name as well as the cheers from fans was better than anything you could of anticipated.

After receiving the award, you stood in front of the microphone to make your practiced leaders speech, wanting to thank everyone who had supported you from the beginning up until now.

You looked into the camera lens as advised and you were just about to start your speech when you started to hear sounds of laughter around you and the grip on your arm from your groupmate tighten. Something felt slightly off and you couldn't put your finger on it, however you managed to finish what you were saying before thanking the fans once again and walking backstage.

"What was that about" you asked your members once you had made it behind the curtain. They all looked at you awkwardly with a slight essence of anger as the main dancer lifts her finger to point at one of the monitors behind you.

The monitor was replaying the moment you won the award and the group clinging to each other before making your way to the front stage. It shows the moment you have the award in your hand and you are about to open your mouth to speak, as the screen beside the stage shows your boyfriend looking uninterested and whispering in the ear of his manager... the complete opposite of how he was when Red Velvet took to the stage.

'How could he' you think to yourself re-watching the moment as it plays on a loop in front of you. You attempt to swallow back the lump in your throat before turning back to the girls, feigning a smile on your face, something you knew they could see through.

"Lets head home" you say, wrapping your arms over their shoulders as you pull them all in to a group hug.

Your award was the last one of the night, so you piled into to your transportation and headed back to the dorm together in a comfortable silence.

Tonight was a long night for you all and the excitement of it all had made you feel exhausted. Also the winning of the 'best new artist' award had not really sunk in.

You open your phone to notifications filling your shared Instagram account, with kind words from all you fans. You took a deep breath before scrolling further through the messages foreseeing what some of the comments will say.

"I am embarrassed for her" one wrote

"The difference between him watching Irene's speech to watching Y/N's....."

"There's no way Suho actually loves her" the comments continued, making you throw your phone back into your bag and take a deep breath.

After what felt like hours, you finally make it back to your shared dorm as everyone stumbles through the door flinging their heels off.

You all decide to get an early night as you have practice first thing in the morning.

"You sure you're ok Unnie?" the youngest Miyeong asks as you walk towards your room. "I'm ok" you smile before giving her a big hug and heading inside.

You couldn't let the girls know how you really felt, how heavy you felt inside and not wanting to ruin the night because of your own relationship. As a leader, you suppress a lot of those feelings deep inside your chest. You needed to make sure that above everything, they came first, its somewhat like a parent role you had been taught from none other than the leader you fell in love with.

You decide to have a hot shower before putting on some comfortable pyjamas. As you slide into your crisp sheets, your phone pings with a notification. You take a look at the screen to see several congratulatory texts from friends and family and three missed calls from Junmyeon as well as a text requesting a call back.

You let air fill your lungs as you let out a long sigh, wondering if it was a good idea to call him whilst anger and hurt still clung to you. You let your curiosity of his behavior get the better of you as you press the call button on your screen.

“Jagi” a voice penetrates through the speakers. “Congrats on the win, how does it feel?” Suho asks nonchalantly. You couldn’t quite believe the nerve of him right now…did he not see the posts online, the constant stream of comments laughing at you.

You didn’t quite know how to respond, so you just replied flatly, “I’m about to go to sleep, can we talk another time?”. You didn’t mean for your voice to sound so taut, but you felt so betrayed at this moment and you could already tell that this conversation could lead to an argument, an argument you had no energy for.

“What’s wrong?” Suho asked, confusion thorned in his voice.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now Junmyeon…”

Silence fell on the phone, you never called him by his full name as you usually had a string of cute nicknames you called each other. It was obvious to him at this point you were angry at him.

“Well it’s obvious you’re mad at me, so why don’t you just tell me what’s wrong”

The nerve of this guy, you think to yourself. Is he really acting like he doesn’t know.

“Well maybe it’s because we finally won the award we had worked so hard for and instead of experiencing any joy, I was laughed at on stage and our Instagram page is filled with comments talking at how my boyfriend paid no attention when we won, but looked overjoyed for Red Velvet?”, you could barely recognise your own voice at this point.

Though you and Suho had, had several small arguments before, you never fully raised your voices with each other, which is probably why you felt slightly shocked at your own tone.

“Are you being serious right now?” He asks. “My manager came to advise that our car had broken down and they were looking at finding another vehicle to get us home”.

You find yourself scoffing his his excuse. Though you didn’t want to come off as a pick me type of girlfriend, this was a important moment for you and you wanted to know he supported you like you would for him.

“You’re telling me that your car situation couldn’t wait two minutes to see your girlfriend and her group win the award, yet when Irene was on stage you couldn’t look more supportive?” You questioned.

Jealously can be an ugly thing and Irene and the group had been nothing but nice to you, they were actually a group you all looked up to. You felt stupid even saying these words but you remembered Suho telling you once that he used to have a crush on Irene during his earlier days and somehow that had imprinted in your mind, even though he promised you his crush was short lived.

“Y/n, do you know how ridiculous you sound right now” he ridiculed. “You know we always cheer on the groups at our agency”

“Just not mine then? Is it our music, are we just not good enough for you?” you snapped back. You felt like he wasn’t listening to you and if he had just understood where you were coming from then you wouldn’t be as mad as you are. Instead he was choosing to be defensive which caused you to get your back up more. “Irene looked beautiful tonight, so I am not surprised you cheered her on, I’m sure you would prefer to be with her anyway” you continued to jibe and though you knew you didn’t really mean it, you felt so upset at how he didn’t understand how this made you feel.

“You’re right, I would much prefer to be with Irene, she wouldn’t act so childish over something like this” he sneered back.

You quickly tried to hold back the sob that had composed itself in your throat and held the phone away from your ear. The tears that had been lightly clinging to your eyelashes now fell down your face like rain. You were his second choice, he wanted her first and settled for you. The thought itself made your heart ache. You could just make out the sound of your name being called through the phone line and you pressed to hang up the call and cocooned yourself into your covers so no one could hear your cries.

You lay there for what felt like hours though it had only been thirty minutes just staring at the ceiling. The tears were still streaking down your cheeks but you no longer made any sound and chose to lay there in silence with thoughts rattling around your head. A light knock on the door didn’t even pull you from your state as a figure appears in the room.

“Baby?” a voice whispers in the dimly lit room, “Miyeong let me in” he speaks again trying to adjust his eyes to the light to find you.

“Please just go” you responded faintly not wanting him to see you in this state.

He soon rushes over to your side and switches your bedside lamp on to get a better view of your face and once he does his heart breaks. Your eyes are puffy from crying and your hair clings to your face from the wetness of your tears.

“Oh baby” he says placing himself next to you on the bed and pulling you into his chest.

After everything he had said, you should be pushing him away, but his scent that you love so much still manages to penetrate your semi blocked nose and causes you to press yourself closer to him.

“I didn’t mean what I said” he starts up, “I’m an idiot and I never meant a single word of it. I should of been there for you and cheered you on and I never ever want you to think that I would choose anyone else but you, y/n I can’t even put into words how much you mean to me”.

You look up through your eyelashes to see the sincerity on his face and the worry plastered across his expression. “Really?” you ask, wanting more reassurance.

“Yes my love, you are the only one I want and I promise you that I won’t ever make you feel like that again. I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I am of you. You and the girls deserved this award more than anyone” he smiles down at you.

He raises his hand to caress your cheek and brings his lips to yours, making you melt into him. You could tell he was sincere, he’s not the type of person to mess with someone’s feelings. Though you will have tough days and everything may feel like it’s sitting on your shoulders, you know that you will get through it together because love concurs all.

That was what it took for your tears to fall, you moved the phone away from your ear shocked at your boyfriends statement. After everything you had been through, you really were never going to be his first choice. You could hear him calling out your name on the phone before you hung up, unable to speak to him any longer.

“So that moment was more important than your girlfriends first award?” You question, completely shocked at his poor excuse

The words spew from your mouth

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