#like a crush my bones 20 second long rock from side to side hug

[b00bstone]

I need a motherfuvking hug

[saibh29]

Stand and Deliver (Part 3)

Pairing: Will Halstead x Jay Halstead x Reader (Sibling) Kelly Severide x Reader

Warning: Blood, Accident, Car Crash, Language

AN: As always please don’t take my medical advice as real, i’m not a doctor and doing what I say will probably make it worse…

Will and Jay’s sister is pinned between two cars, what a way to introduce Kelly as her boyfriend.

Part One  Part Two 

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“I swear to god Kelly if you don’t at least let me sit up in this bed for a moment then I'm going to go completely bat shit crazy!”

“Babe…”

“No, don’t ‘babe’ me Kelly Severide. Just don’t”

“Alright” he put his hand on your arm “alright, but sweetheart, you know what Will said about movement”

“Will is a jerk” you interrupted once again, from his barely stifled smile Kelly agreed with you, he wouldn’t say that out loud though. “Also, he’s my brother and unless by some miracle you’ve failed to notice he’s also more than a little over-protective”

“Yeah I may have gathered that much”

He was definitely understating that, Will, Jay and Kelly had done nothing but argue since the day you’d been brought here. Mainly Will and Kelly to be fair. Jay tended to watch and insert unhelpful sarcastic comments when the main combatants paused for breath.

“If it was up to Will I’d never move from this hospital room ever again, but I'm going to have to try and move eventually”

Kelly was watching you carefully, the past few weeks had been hell, seeing you laying in that bed, in pain and unable to move, he wasn’t used to seeing you look in anyway helpless. Not to mention the fact that him and your brothers weren’t exactly getting along. You were right about Will as well; he was in no mood to listen to his sister when you said you were alright.

“Give me your hands”

Beaming at him you put your hands in either of his linking your fingers together.

“If this even begins to hurt Y/N you have to tell me. Promise me”

“Kelly…”

“No. Promise me Y/N. I want to help you but I only will if I know you’re going to tell me if it gets too much”

You bit your lip, gnawing on the plump skin. “Ok, I promise”

Kelly’s muscles bunched as he pulled gently on your hands, very carefully he got you up to sitting, it ached in your hips but it didn’t hurt. You hadn’t been upright in nearly 2 weeks and god it felt good to be on eye level with him again.

“Better?”

“So much” you wrapped one arm around his neck so it wasn’t just his arms that were holding you up. “It’s a bit achy, can you just… maybe sit behind me a bit so I can lean on you”

Kelly moved instantly getting up and sitting behind you, enough so that you could lean back onto his chest.

“I'm sorry for all this. For you having to deal with it”

“I'm not dealing with anything, where else would I be?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like you signed up for a broken girlfriend and her two overly aggressive Pitbull’s”

Kelly’s arm went around your upper chest holding you firmly against him. “I signed up for you. You’re the one that I love. Everything else is just a part of that”

“You love me?”

“Yeah… yeah I love you”

You managed to twist your head enough to look up at his face. Gently kissing his jaw “I love you too”

It was odd to say that out loud, apart from your brothers you hadn’t told anyone you loved them since your mum had died almost 20 years ago. Speaking of brothers in typical Will fashion he barged right in just at that point.

Dark thunder clouds brewing on his face when he saw you and Kelly, or more specifically you sat up.

“What the hell are you doing Y/N? You have an unstable Pelvic fracture; you can’t be moving”

“I'm fine Will”

“You aren’t fine. You have multiple broken bones. You need to lay down right now”

“No, I'm…”

“Dammit Y/N if you don’t lay down right now, I swear to god I’ll…”

“Hey” Kelly’s body behind you had gradually been getting more and more tense as Will spoke, apparently his temper had snapped. “Don’t talk to her like that”

“She’s my sister” the way Will said that he obviously meant it as an explanation for everything. “You need to move Severide”

“Don’t move Kelly” you ordered locking eyes with Will. “This has gone on long enough. I am an adult Will Halstead. I can date whoever the hell I want. You need to deal”

“Y/N”

“No Will, I know this accident has freaked you out. I know you’re just trying to protect me but you have to start to listen to me as well. Not only does Kelly make me happy but he does that, he listens to what I'm saying. I need you to do that too”

Will looked alternately horrified and stubborn at the same time. He did come over though and sit on the end of your bed. His hand going to your ankle and resting there. “Listen to you?”

“Might be a good start”

“And him?” he jerked his chin towards where Kelly still sat behind you.

“I'm not going anywhere” Kelly insisted.

“I thought you might say that”

The door of course opened once more and in walked Jay, his eyes flicked rapidly around the room, clocking each person and where they were before a grin cracked his mouth. “Are we all finally getting along? Can I stop pretending to hate him now?”

“Jay” Will’s voice had changed again, it was the tone that he usually used around the middle Halstead that said he was starting to get a migraine.

“What?” Jay was smiling at you now. “I was rooting for you all along kid” he winked, making you laugh at him. “You doing ok? You’re sat”

“I'm alright Jay” you looked up at Kelly “let me hug him”

There was a lot less friction between Kelly and Jay and carefully Kelly did move out from behind you so Jay could come over and sit next to you, wrapping his arm around you as you leant into his side.

“Come on Will, don’t be a stubborn ass all your life” Jay patted the bed on the other side of you.

Your eldest brother hesitated clearly torn between wanting to join you both and wanting to get his own way. Finally, though he got back to his feet and came around to your other side sitting and putting his own arm around your waist lower than Jay’s so you were sandwiched between them.

“See, this is nice” you said into his ear. “I need you here big brother. I just don’t need you to be my doctor the whole time” Will nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple. “The sedan driver? Any more news?”

All 3 of the men in the room tensed at the mention of the driver of the Sedan who had caused the accident. Whether it had been his fault or not they were finding it difficult not to blame him for your current state.

It hadn’t been his fault.

The poor man had suffered a stroke while driving and had been unconscious when his car and flown across the intersection and crushed you between the Sedan and the SUV. The driver himself was still in the ICU, he hadn’t yet regained any sort of consciousness.

“Will?”

Will shook his head “It doesn’t look like he’s going to wake up”

“Ever?”

“It’s not looking good”

“Poor man” Will got up again and Jay handed you back over to Kelly who resumed his position behind you so you could lean on him. “It wasn’t his fault after all” when none of them answered you narrowed your eyes “it wasn’t his fault that he had a stroke”

“We know” Jay rubbed at the back of his head. “It’s hard though, seeing you laying there, not to judge him”

“Well don’t”

“Babe…” Kelly started.

“I thought we talked about that tone” you snapped at him.

Suddenly Will smiled. “So, we aren’t the only ones you tell what to do?”

“Especially that tone right there” Jay continued “you better wise up pretty damn quick when she uses that tone dude, you’re really in the shit with that one”

Your brothers smiled at Kelly and for some reason in the space of about 30 seconds it seemed all the animosity in the room had vanished. 

How did men even do that?

*****

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[imaginedeux]

Girl At The Rock Show (E.D. Imagine)

A/N: So Warped Tour happened like almost a year ago now, and I've been wanting to write something. I’ve read a couple of imagines where the reader goes to Cochella with the twins, but I haven't read them going to Warped Tour, and that’s honestly a concept. The show is going to be in San Diego, but i’ll be putting set times from when I went.

“Hey whats up guys! We’re back! Well, I’m back, Grayson is sick and can't film/ can't leave the house, but don't worry, we have four other amazing people here to help me with today’s video! Please introduce yourselves to the camera!” Ethan yelled at the camera from the passenger seat, pointing it at you.

“Hey! It’s (Y/N)! And I’m currently driving E’s car the three hour journey to San Diego.” You fake groaned, before you smiled at the camera, making sure you stayed in your lane. Your three other friends in the back seat all yelled hello before Ethan said he would update them when they got to the location.

“Awesome, now for a 3 hour nap.” Ethan sighed, putting his feet onto the dashboard.

“Oh, heck nah! You have at least three hours to learn one song from one of the bands playing today.” You explained, giving him your phone that was tethered to the car’s bluetooth. “I have a playlist on Spotify with a bunch of songs from some bands playing today, so you better get learning.”

“I’ll give you 3 seconds to guess where we are today!” Ethan yelled at his camera as you grabbed your draw string backpack from the trunk, ready to get the long day stared. “Well you’re probably wrong, or you're right cause you read the title to the video. I’m at the LAST Vans Warped Tour in San Diego! As you know a couple of months ago, Gray and I surprised (Y/N) with a ticket to Cochella, and she had the time of her life. Now a month-ish ago she surprised Gray and I with tickets to Warped Tour, but unfortunately Gray got sick, so we gave his ticket to one of (Y/N)’s friends since they didn't have the chance to buy a ticket before it sold out. So now we’re here, I’m not sure how much i’ll be able to film because it is a sold out gig and there are going to be a ton of people, I might just get (Y/N) to film for me.”

“I’ll only film for you if you end up crowd surfing, everything else is on you.” You shook your head closing the trunk of his car, after making sure everyone had what they needed. “Alright lets head out!” A five minute walk from the rather sketchy $20 parking lot later, your group came across the end of the line. “No fucking way, the entrance is literally around the block, and the doors don't open for another hour.”

“See, I told you we should have brought the cans of food, we would have gotten early entrances.” Your friend Carla, lectured as people with bags of food cans walked by.

“I completely forgot about them! I could have sworn I had them at the apartment before we left, but I couldn't find them this morning.” You explained, groaning. If you had non-perishable cans of food, or even an old cellphone, and you donated them, you'd be able to enter the grounds, about half an hour before everyone else did.

“Wait, were they all cans of corn?” Ethan asked from behind you. Turning, you gave him a look.

“Yes...” You answered squinting your eyes at him. “Did you take them?! I swear E, if you did...” You started before Ethan covered your mouth with his free hand, the other holding onto the camera recording the scene in front of him.

“No, wait, they’re in the car. They were in the cardboard boxes next to the first aid kit.” Ethan explained, pointing the camera at himself, before the group of you started to yell.

“E, can you PLEASE, go and grab them? Please! I’ll buy you a whole pineapple pizza to yourself when we get to the hotel tonight.” You pleaded, taking the camera away from him. A laugh at the group later, he was sprinting back towards the car, ready to get this long day started.

“Thank you guys for the donations, you all have a good day!” The woman taking the cans said, scanning your tickets.

“Likewise!” The lot of you smiled back, making your way towards the grounds. “So how is this going to work? Cause I know Carla, Kevin and Jack wanna go and see Crown The Empire, and it looks like they’re one of the first to play at the White Lightning Stage, and that’s on the other side of the venue.” You said looking up between the inflatable line-up and the venue map you payed way too much for. 

“Well, it looks like All Time Low is gonna be the last to play today at the Right Foot Stage at 8:30, and thats a band we all wanna see so we can meet up at the end of the day of thats what you want?” Jack, said pointing at the line up. This was one of the things about warped, most of the time the bands you wanna see play at same time and on opposite sides of the venue. 

“Wait look, Chase Atlantic is playing at 7:55, isn't that the band you wanna see?” You asked looking up at Ethan, who was looking back at the line up.

“Yeah it is, but its at 7:55, which means that we’ll be late to the band y'all wanna see.” Ethan realized, looking at how long Chase would play. “I know you’ve been wanting to see All Time Low for years, and I don't want you to miss out on them.”

“Thats nonsense, so looks like we have a plan. Jack, you, Carla and Kevin wanna see the same bands, so you can stick together. I’ll stick with Ethan, so we’ll meet you at the Right Foot Stage at around 8:30, if anything I brought an extra battery pack so I can text y'all.” You smiled at the group before the five of you split. 

“You ready to see a real rock show?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, maybe its a good idea that Gray didn't come, he’d be freaking out about Chase, he’s the one who got me into them.” Ethan laughed as the two of you walked by multiple vendors trying to sell the two of you things you really didn't need. 

“Get your free bracelet for the opportunity to meet State Champs!” A vendor yelled as you walked by, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. You weren't sure if it was the State Champs t-shirt you decided to wear with a pair of high waisted black shorts and your trusty Sk-8 Hi black Vans, or if it was the multiple home-made SC patches that decorated our backpack, that made the lady yell the moment you passed by.

“E, give me a second.” You whispered, before you hauled ass towards the booth with the lady who was yelling. “Hi, is it true you’re giving fans a chance to meet State Champs?”

“Yup, I saw your patches and I couldn't let the opportunity pass. So, it is a free meet and greet, all you have to do is watch this video, its only 2 minutes long so it won't take too much time out of your day, then after its done, we’ll go ahead and give you a bracelet for the meet and greet at 1:30 at the tent right next door.” She explained pointing at the places that you needed to go to, to be able to meet your favorite band at the festival.

“Can I get to meet them too?” The hazel eyed boy asked from beside you.

“Sure, just go ahead and watch a quick video and I’ll give you a bracelet to meet them at 1:30 at the tent next door.” She gave him the same smile she gave you, pointing everything out. The video was short and to the point, don't smoke, it'll kill you. “Thank you so much for watching the video, and here are the bracelets you need to meet State Champs. The meet and greet will start at 1:30 so if you want to get here before hand thats alright.”

“Thank you!” The two of you yelled, walking away from the tent not sure what to do next. “So are there any bands you wanna see?” 

“DID YOU SEE THAT?!” Ethan yelled coming back up from behind you, you had to admit that you were surprised to see Ethan actually crowd surf his way to the front where Mayday Parade was playing.

“Of course I did, and you're gonna be happy I got that all on film.” You laughed at him, with the camera in your hand. You and your friends were concert goers but not brave enough to crowd surf yet. “This video is going to be killer to edit next week.”

“Dont worry I’ll get Gray to edit it since he was too sick to come along.” Ethan laughed looking over the crowd as they jumped and danced along to the band covering Blink-182′s Girl at The Rock Show. “Not even at Coachella are people this hyped to see their favorite band or artist. We need to come to more of these.”

“Some of the bands have been making music since a lot of these kids were young, they grew up hearing these bands. Warped is decently priced so this might be some of these peoples only chance of seeing their favorite band live.” You explained as the lead singer, Derek thanked the crowd for letting them play main stage, and said they would be playing their last song next, which was a fan favorite. “Come on E, Mayday’s almost done, so that means its almost 1:30, its time to meet State Champs.”

~~

“Next please!” The already annoyed merch employee yelled as some kids stepped out of the tent.

“Holy shit E, it really is them!” You mumbled covering your mouth as you and Ethan stepped into the tent.

“Hey yall, how’s warped tour going?” Derek, the lead singer asked as the two of you came face to face with one of your favorite bands in the last couple of years.

“It’s good so far, it’ll be even better once I see yall play! By the way, can I get a hug please?” You asked almost shaking, this band was the reason you got out of the comfort zone of your hometown and are the reason you moved to L.A., they gave you the courage to do everything you were scared to do before.

“Come on in here!” Ryan, one of the guitarists laughed bringing you in for a bone crushing hug. “You to my man! Hugs for everyone.” E’s laugh rumbled through the tent as the group of you came in for a group hug. You never thought that you’d ever be able to meet them, much less hug them.

“Can we get a group picture?” Ethan asked this time, you’d honestly forgotten about asking for picture with them, being in the same city as them was good enough for you.

“Sure, anything you guys wanna do?” Tyler, the other guitarist asked.

“How about 90′s rap cover group picture?” You asked shaking out of your state of shock. “Honestly its the only thing I can think of and I’m just remembering the photo of pigeons that looked like they were about to drop the greatest rap album of the century.”

“I know which one you’re talking about! Dude I honestly didn’t think anyone remembers that photo.” Tony, the bass player grinned at the thought of the pigeon photo. Handing over his phone, Ethan quickly squatted down in front of you, Derek doing the same as the rest of the band stood next to you, allowing you to be in the center of the picture. 

“Thank you again for coming to Warped Tour, thank you for being a fan of us and allowing us to come out and play all away across the country from our hometown.” Evan said giving you another hug. 

“Thank you all as well, your music gave me the courage to move out of my little hometown to L.A., without ya’ll, I don’t know where I would be.” You grinned, before you hugged all of them one last time. “Can’t wait to see yall play later!”

~~

“I still can’t believe that we met State Champs, they’re all as beautiful as they look like on Instagram.” You gushed biting into one of the ice pops the two of you bought for way too much.

“(Y/N), that was like two hours ago, you even got to see them live. How are you still going on about them?” Ethan asked chucking the stick into the nearest trashcan, it’d been a couple of hours since State Champs played and the two of you decided to wonder around the festival grounds.

“I don’t know, their music gave me so much courage to be myself, they’re the reason why i’m standing here in San Diego, because without them I wouldn’t have moved to L.A., met you, Gray, Carla, Jack, and Kevin, and without yall, I wouldnt have gotten the chance at meeting them.” You explained grinning at Ethan. “I really do owe it all to them. So, anyways, what do you wanna do now? We have a couple more hours till Chase, so we have time to do anything you want.”

“We haven’t filmed anything for the vlog in a while, why don’t we find a place to sit, and talk to the viewers.”

“Sorry it’s been a minute since we’ve updated you, but the group was disbanded so we could watch the bands we wanted to watch. What bands have we seen today?” Ethan asked, looking between you and the camera the two of you set up on an empty picnic table you were able to grab.

“We’ve seen Mayday Parade, we got to see a part of 3OH!3′s set, which was at more lit than I thought it was going to be, we saw my band State Champs, go follow them on all social media you wont regret it, when we finally got out of the pit, we got to see the last couple of songs for Simple Plan, and we just finished watching Bowling For Soup’s set. For those who dont know, Warped Tour is consisted of six different stages, the Journey’s Left Foot and Right Foot stage are the two main stages of the festival, while the other four are smaller stages, two are for the heavier bands and the other two are for smaller bands. Anyways, the reason we’ve seen 5 bands, is because they’ve been on the Left and Right stages so they’re right next to each other. Now we’re waiting for Chase Atlantic’s set and we’re going to meet back up with the group to watch All Time Low, another band you should go and follow on all social media, just follow all the bands, they’re all good.”

“Wow, talk about that plug. But I have to admit, their music has been really good, a lot of music you could work out too for sure. Oh, we also met (Y/N)’s favorite band State Champs, and they were actually really cool, they seemed really down to earth,” Ethan started before you gestured to put the photo in the video. “Insert picture here, I dont know how it looks and (Y/N), chose the pose, so if we look like idiots, blame (Y/N).”

“Hey, I’m giving them quality content, so you’re welcome.” You sassed looking down at your phone. “My friend from back home is mad at me that I’m Warped without her, and shes telling me to go check out a band if they haven’t played yet. Can I borrow your phone, to see if they’ve played yet?”

“So demanding,” Ethan joked as you grabbed his phone out of his hand. “If you have a chance at trying to come to one of these shows, do it. If you don’t mind walking around for hours, or being around large groups of people, and some of these band’s fans do go hard and start moshing, but if you don’t mind any of that, it something everyone should do at least once in their life.” 

“Hey, the band my friend is talking about is going to play in like 30 minutes, can we head over? It’s on the same page Chase Atlantic is playing at.”

~~

“We’re With Confidence, we’re all the way from Sydney, Australia, thank you so much for letting us play few songs for you guys today!” The lead singer, and also bassist said smiling. “I’m Jayden, this beautiful man on guitar is Inigo, and this equally beautiful man on drums is Josh. If you guys dont mind we’ll be meeting any one that wants to meet us, right at our tent over there, it’s big and pink you cant miss it. We’ll be signing your things and if you want, you can pre-order our album coming out at the end of the summer, and you can get both a physical and digital copy when you buy today.” 

“Oh my god, do you hear those accents? Why are they so beautiful?” You gushed as they played a new song coming out on the album they were talking about. Like most of the other songs they had played, they were all high energy, the kids up at the barricades were jumping along to the beat, and some of the kids in the middle of the crowd were opening up the pit for a circle pit, the dust flying up into the air as they ran around in a circle. That was one of the perks of being far from the barricades, and on the outside perimeter of the pit, you were able to see everything, and how the kids were reacting to the band. “I’ve never heard of this band, but they are amazing, i’m definitely signing up for a CD.”

“First, State Champs, now these guys? Who don’t you love, (Y/N)?” Ethan sighed, rolling his eyes as you got footage of the band and of the kids in the moshpit.

“I fall easily, all it takes is a pretty face and an amazing accent.” You stuck your tongue out at Ethan as the band started to play their final song.

“This entire video is going to be just you meeting bands.”  Ethan laughed as you pulled him to the meet and greet line for With Confidence.

“Hey, i’m at least giving you content E, you would have probably just pranked Gray if it wasnt for me.” You grinned at the camera knowing it was true.

“I mean true.”

“And, i’m giving your Instagram followers content as well, y’all have no idea how many times E has taken his shirt off today because of how warm it got, and he’s definitely gotten some stares from some of the kids here.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault it’s gotten warm!” He explained grabbing the camera from you, pointing it at himself as he tried to defend his actions.

“Um, I told you to wear shorts and a tank top, but no! I know how to dress for a festival, and its not going to get hot.” You mocked Ethan, grabbing the camera out of his hands as you used his cool voice. “And here he is suffering in black plaid jeans and a white long sleeve.” Laughing you showed the viewers the outfit he decided to wear to a summer festival.

“Well you’ll be the one complaining later when we go and see All Time Low, and you’re freezing.” Ethan shot back as one of the security guards started allowing the first kid to meet With Confidence.

“That’s what you think! While you were meeting some of fans, I went and bought myself an All Time Low hoodie so HA!” You laughed, shoving the camera towards Ethan to grab the hoodie you got from your favorite band. “They didnt have my size so I had to get the next size up, but its so comfortable guys.” You could already feel the shift in temperature so it was the perfect time to put on your hoodie. The hoodie reached below the hem of your shorts, and the sleeves went passed the tips of your fingers with ease, it looked like you were ready for bed, not ready to rock out at a concert.

--

Meeting With Confidence was a whole other experience, they were so happy to see people lining up to meet them. They were constantly thanking you and Ethan for being there to see them, and giving their band a chance. They were happy to hear that you were going to buy a CD and a couple of shirt from their merch stand, and were like that with the kids before and after you. A couple of heavier bands later, and Chase Atlantic started to play is when you started recording the crowd’s reaction to the band. Both you and Ethan realized that the music they’ve released, is played differently live. Rather than the sensual RnB vibe, they sounded like all the other rock bands that played that day. Midway through their set they thanked everyone for stay to see them play since they were one of the last bands playing that day, as they continued to thank the crowd, Ethan grabbed the camera and started recording the crowd from his perspective. This is something that the two of you had been doing all day, so both of you could enjoy the band, and it would give Gray more angles to edit. Its once Ethan started recording the crowd and the band that he realized how well you knew the lyrics to the songs. You swayed when the music slowed, you jumped along to the kick drum, you spun around as the lead singer sang the lyrics all the kids in the crowd knew. Ethan stepped back and started recording you as the lead singer stopped singing, allowing the crowd to sing the lyrics to one of their more famous songs. Although the temperatures continued to lower, that wasnt causing the blush on Ethan’s cheeks to appear.

“Alright, this is going to be the last song we play tonight, thank you for allowing us to play here to night, and I hope you guys have an amazing rest of the evening.” The lead singer, Mitchel, thanked as the band started playing the last song.

“E, come on! We need to head to the Right Foot Stage, Carla, Kevin and Jack are already there!” You yelled, literally pulling him out of his day dream and out of the crowd. As the two of you ran to one of the last stages still up, the two of you could hear the sea of kids singing along to some of the songs that were playing through the speakers, waiting for the final band to play. “Look, there they are!”

--

“Thank you guys so much!” Alex thanked the crowd before he started the last song of San Diego’s Warped Tour. 

“I’ve got your picture, i’m coming with you. Dear Maria count me in, theres a story at the bottom of this bottle and i’m the pen!” The entire crowd sang as, Alex, Jack and Zack jumped around the stage and around Rian, who was playing the drums. By the time the lot of you had gotten to the stage, you were a good twenty yards away from the stage, but it didnt bother you. If anything it allowed your group to step back, and be able to dance along to the songs you grew up with. It also gave Ethan the opportunity to record you guys without being shoved around in the pit. Then the song reached the long awaited climax, as Jack and Alex threw their guitars across the stage, the confetti cannons showered the crowd in multi colored paper. Although the sounds of the cannons startled Ethan, he never took his eyes off you as the pieces of paper fell around you. It was the gasp that made you stop spinning around to look at Ethan. 

He could have sworn that the sound of the crowd drowned out his gasp, but apparently it was loud enough for you to hear and stop spinning. It was the smile that put the nail in the coffin for Ethan. It was the biggest, and the realest smile he’s ever seen from you. Since the beginning of your friendship with Ethan, there was a difference in it. It wasn’t a normal friendship the two of you shared, it was something more. although the two of you refused to admit it. The two of you could lean on each other, the two of you were closer than even the fans knew about, and a majority knew how close the two of you lead on. The two of you talked about everything, from things that you saw that reminded you of each other, to desires of what you wanted to do in both the near and far future. When you started talking about how you wanted to go to the Last Cross Country Warped Tour, Ethan instantly jumped on the chance to buy the two of you tickets. So, no, Grayson wasn’t sick, he knew about the little plan his twin brother was creating. But since you weren’t aware, you invited your friends, who weren’t aware of the plan Ethan was planning either, along since they also had tickets.

The thing was, you had a plan up your sleeve as well. You knew from the very beginning that your friends were going to be watching groups you and Ethan hadnt heard of before, so you knew you would have some time with Ethan without feeling pressured by your friends to make a move. Through out the day the two of you laughed at random jokes, you shared your drinks and food with each other, you even encouraged each other to do things you’d never have the guts to do if you were by yourself. As the day continued, the two of you held on to each other as the bands you were watching played the slow song of the set. You hugged Ethan longer, and harder after meeting With Confidence, and State Champs, quietly thanking him for sharing the experience with you. With a smile still on your face, you brought Ethan in for a hug, one harder than any of the ones the two of you had shared before.

“Thank you so much. You have no idea what today means to me. It wouldnt have been the same without you.” You confessed looking up at him.

The look in your eyes were ones Ethan had never seen before. There was something about them that were different, but looked familiar.

Its the look my parents have when they look at each other. You realized as Ethan looked down at you, swaying the two of you back and forth. As the song started to fade, you started to stand on your tip toes as Ethan started to lead down. Little did the two of you know that your friends were sneakily taking a photo of the moment, something they had been doing all day. Besides seeing their favorite bands, your friends knew of the plan through Grayson, and were capturing the moments neither of you were getting on camera. What a better way to end Warped Tour in the arms of someone you cared for deeply, and that care for you the same way.

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Cheeky || Kisses Series

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 1700+

Summary: Love has many different ways of expressing itself. One form, is the different ways you share a kiss. 

A/N: FINALS ARE OVER! YESSS! Now I get my two weeks of summer vacation and then I go back to do more school. *sobs in a corner* I’ll be okay though… Maybe… Hopefully. Any who, I’m going to start another small  seven part series with Steve. This is the first installment of the Kisses Series. I’m so excited for this! I hope you guys enjoy!

The gif is not mine. Credit to the wonderful owner.

Cheeky | Hesitant | Wake up | Sloppy | In the Moment | Distracted | Breathtaking

Steve never really believed in love at first sight. Of course, he knew had felt something towards Peggy, but he wasn’t sure he would exactly label it as love at first sight. She was the first woman he ever felt anything other than platonic feelings towards, the first woman he could see having a future with. He knew she thought the same, but the war gave them little time to see what was behind their mutual attraction. Peggy was a memory from a familiar time he longed for once again. She was a person he would always care for, he would never forget her. Steve’s idea of love, at first sight, being positively ridiculous changed the moment when Y/N stepped into his life. 

When he met Y/N it was as if the world came to a screeching halt, freezing around the woman that stood at the other end of the corridor. She was wrapped up in a conversation with Tony, animatedly waving her hands about as she talked with the man. She was bubbling with excitement, her smile lighting up the corridor. Tony found her charming as he nodded along with whatever it was she was explaining, gently steering her down the hall. When he caught Steve from the corner of his eye, Tony nudged the woman over to Steve’s side.

Y/N went quiet at the sight of Steve before her, her voice catching in her throat. The two stared at the other, a feeling of warmth growing in each of their stomachs as they gazed into their eyes. Tony teased her, saying if he’d known introducing her to Steve would have shut her up quicker, he would have done it sooner. Steve watched in amusement while Y/N turned to chase down Tony as he bolted to the other end of the hall.

“You jackass! Get back here and fight me like a man!”

Since that day, she hardly ever left Steve’s side. She was quite open with her emotions and was always in someone way brushing against him and the others. She was quickly known for giving hugs to everyone as often as she could, even if they weren’t too fond of the idea at first. 

Both Sam and Tony knew Y/N before joining the Avengers, so neither of them fought off her frequent bone crushing hugs. Sam would make a show of protest, but he never refused her. Natasha and Clint were the first to welcome her touchy demeanor, sometimes latching on to the smaller woman when they desperately needed it. She worked the two of them up to tighter hugs, knowing that both were rather cautious of her motives despite giving in so easily. Wanda was hesitant at first but quickly gave in after realizing Y/N was only making sure that Wanda knew was cared for. She gave Wanda looser hugs, making sure to rub small circles on Wanda’s back in a way of reassurance.

When it came to Bucky, he was the only one she was careful with. Y/N didn’t want to trigger any of his memories by accidentally catching him off guard and would always ask him if it was okay. At first, Bucky refused. It took a few weeks, but the jealousy of the others getting her soothing hugs overruled his previous discomfort. Y/N would come up to his right side to wrap her arms around his waist and he would hug her back with his flesh arm. Eventually, she would get him to hug her with his metal arm, but it was a work in progress. She made sure Bucky was reassured the most after he agreed, and Steve noticed the change for the better in his best friend because of it.

“I don’t know what it is about her. She’s just so comforting to be around.” Bucky explained one morning during a training session. “It’s like I have a sister again, she’s always dotting over me. It’s been so long since someone willingly held me the way she does.”

With Steve, Y/N never gave him a chance to refuse. Not that he was ever going to back away from her touch. He would be sitting on the couch watching TV with the others and she would come into the room, honing in on him immediately. If there wasn’t room on the couch, she’d make room and slip her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his side. The first time she had done this, Steve had no idea how to react. His heart had begun to pound in his chest, his cheeks hot from the blush that spread down his face and neck. Y/N was so close, he could smell her perfume, could count the number of lashes she had as she sat watching the television. When she didn’t move or even acknowledged his shock, Steve forced himself to relax. Halfway through the show, he unconsciously wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, as if it was a usual thing for the two of them.

After the first night, it quickly did become normal. Any chance she would get, Y/N would wrap her arms around his waist and pull him into a hug. His favorite would always be when his back was to her and she would slip behind him, pressing her face against his back between his shoulder blades. It never failed to bring a smile to his face, his heart fluttering at the action. Steve didn’t miss how he was the only she would do this to either.

“You know, you’re the only one she’s willing to hug that way, right?” Natasha teased one evening. The two of them stood at the bar during one of Tony’s party, watching the woman in question laugh as she was swung around by Thor on the dance floor. The two of them got along famously, their boisterous attitudes eerily similar. Steve ignored Natasha, grinning smugly into his glass of beer. He was more than aware, and his stomach would always flip when she gave him the special hugs reserved just for him.

Steve and the others quickly fell into a rhythm when it came to Y/N. Any time they would return from a mission, Y/N would be there with a worried smile and wide-open arms. She would go down the line, making sure that everyone was okay, occasionally bickering with them if they were injured.

“I’ve told you to quit head-butting people, Nat.” Natasha just rolls her eyes at Y/N and limped towards the medical bay. The others received similar levels of scolding, but not before leaving with a hug that they all used as a drive to come home to. Steve had always planned it to where he would be last, hanging back behind the others so he could spend more time with Y/N.

Y/N turned to the super soldier, looking him over before flinging her arms around his neck. She hated it when he left the compound, she hardly ever got any sleep when any of the other left for missions, but with Steve she never did sleep. The man had a special place in her heart, and every time he left, he would take the pieces with him. The hugs they shared in the hanger were different than the hug the others got. It was a hug that grounded the two of them, soothed their fears that they wouldn’t return to the other. Steve held her tightly, standing tall so that her feet would hang in the air and she was forced to grip him ever tighter. No words were needed, just the two of them listening to the beats of their hearts.

The worst was letting go, but both knew they had things to do besides standing in the hanger gripping the other. Steve slowly lowered her to the ground, letting her slip from his grip. At first, Y/N didn’t let go, burying her face into his neck. Reluctantly she let him go, her hand slipping up to cup his cheek. Y/N wasn’t sure what had possessed her to do what she did next. Before Steve could stand tall, Y/N turned her face to brush a gently kiss on his cheek.

Steve froze when he felt her soft lips brush against his cheek, his breath catching in his throat. Y/N had never gone to this level of affection before, and once again he wasn’t certain how to take it. It only took his brain a moment to process that he rather enjoyed the gentle gesture. He smiled widely at Y/N, who looked incredibly unsure of herself for the decision to bite the bullet. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he thanked her for being the rock he needed. His reward was a beaming smile and another firmer kiss on the opposite cheek.

“Anything for you, soldier.”

Since that day, Y/N would always press a kiss against his cheek after a hug, or between his shoulder blades when she would wrap herself around him from behind. The others raised their brows at the two of them at first, especially when Steve began to mimic her motions. But no one spoke of what they witnessed, none of the members missing how much more at ease Y/N and Steve were together. They knew the two of them had feelings for the other, and it was only a matter of time before they acted on them.

“20 bucks, they’ll get together at the end of the month,” Bucky spoke as he sat watching his best friend and the woman he was quickly seen as a sister share a longing look between themselves from across the room. Sam snorted, stuffing a chip into his mouth. He too was watching the disgustingly cute display in front of him.

“They’ll get together at the end of the week at this rate.”

“I know Steve. He’s too nervous to step it up right now. End of the month.”

Sam turned to stare at Bucky, narrowing his eyes at the brunette. Sam knew Bucky was right, but there were ways to help push Steve in the right direction. Sam stood and smirked down at Bucky.

“Not if I can help it.” Bucky blinked up at Sam, who started to turn and head over to Y/N. It took a second for Bucky to realize what Sam was getting at. Once it registered, Bucky shot up and took after Sam.

“Hold up!”

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Hi there darling!! Finally a page that's been active in writing Gangsta asks!! Yay! 😍 Anyway! Worick is my bae and I would like to request a scenario where his s/o that he grew up with and fell in love with a long time ago reunites with him after about 20 or so years. She never stopped loving him/he never stopped loving her. They hookup and he confesses? Thanks love! Xoxo

Soooo....i-it’s not quite a hook up?? It started that way and kinda went...somewhere else...*shuffles feet* But!!! But, I really like it?? And I really hope you do too?? And~ if you’d still like that commission, I can work off of this or do something else completely different!!! :D Let me know~

I hope you enjoy~

Ergastulum, city of tags, murder, and that special somethingthat kept you anchored there. You sat outside your building, staring blanklyinto the bottom of your water bottle like it held all the answers, like it wasgoing to tell you why you had decided to stay in this city all those years ago.There was something nagging at you about why you had never left, eating away atyou until it created a tension headache.

You stood and dumped out the dregs at the bottom of yourbottle, glancing up only as a battered cop car rolled past. You gave them alazy wave. Cody waved back, though Chad seemed too focused on lighting thecigarette between his lips. You stepped out into the street before the carcould get too far and flicked your water bottle at his window. “That shit isgonna kill you, Chad!” you shouted.

He leaned out his window. “What are you, my wife?!”

You grinned at him as the car turned a corner. “Haven’t hadthe pleasure!”

“Yeah, fuck you too!”

The amused chuckles died in your throat as you snatched thebottle from the ground, turning back to your apartment door. You glanced intoit to make sure there was nothing gross in there before you threw it into thetrash.

Wallace.

You stopped in the door way. Wallace Arcangelo. Wow. Youcouldn’t say you hadn’t thought about him in ages. He was always at the back ofyour mind with that shit eating grin that hid how much he hated the world. Itmade your heart pound thinking about him, and that made you think about why youhad walked away so long ago.

“You’re a liar, just likethe whores that pay me! You’re no better than them!”

Ah, yes. That fight. You crushed the bottle in your hand anddumped it into the trash can as you entered your apartment. You couldn’t reallyremember what had started the fight, honestly. It was, what, fifteen years ago?You two probably could have gotten over it, but what he said had stung a lotworse than you thought it would.

You did remember, though, that you left the city for a dayand returned to get an apartment by East Gate. You never left after that.

Someone sang at you through your door, knocking loudly,calling that you were gonna be late for work if you didn’t get your ass ingear. You checked the clock and grabbed your things with a swear.

“I’m coming!” you called. Your coworker laughed as you swungopen the door.

“Well, don’t you look cheery,” she said. You glowered at her.She poked your cheek in return. “When was the last time you got laid?”

You batted her hand away, pulling your jacket over yourshoulders as you walked. “What’s it matter when I got some last? What does thathave to do with being cheery?”

“I’m gonna take that as ‘it’s been a while’,” she respondedflatly. Your expression soured. She opened her bag. “Look, I’m gonna share withyou Ergastulum’s best kept secret. His name is Worick. He’s a gigolo.”

“A what?” You turned to look at her too fast, feeling a crampin your neck. As you rubbed it out, she held out a sticky note with a phonenumber.

“A gigolo. You know, a male hooker,” she explained. You verypointedly stared at the humble rock on her ring finger. “Well, you know, Tylerisn’t always around! And he hasn’t actually made me orgasm in ages, and Worickdoes this thing with his tongue that—”

You snatched the note from her hand, hurriedly shouting, “Spoilers!”She laughed. You watched her face. “But seriously…Tyler is a good guy. Maybeyou shouldn’t cheat on him like that.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” she tried. Yourface must have given away your doubt. “Besides, men cheat on their wives allthe time. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was cheating on me. Though, if he was,I’d kill him.”

“Pot, meet kettle,” you drawled. You still glanced at thesticky note. “Worick, huh?”

“Oh, yes, you really should hit him up!” she cooed. “Not tootall, ash blond, the most amazing eyes you have ever seen. Well, eye, I guess,he’s only got one.”

You tilted your head. “Why does that sound familiar…?” youasked yourself.

“And holy shit, when he takes those clothes off, you wouldnot believe how ripped he is. Itwouldn’t hurt if he shaved his chest a little but I would totally eat off thosewash board abs!”

You shoved the number in your pocket as your coworkercontinued to ramble at you, gushing over intimate details you could have gonewithout. She didn’t stop until you opened the door to your office twentyminutes later. The day went by numbly, with the paper burning a hole in yourpocket all the while. As people started to file out of the office, you leanedback in your chair and scooped up your phone, punching in the number before youlost your nerve.

A woman answered, breathless and giggling. “You’ve reachedthe Handymen, how can I—”

You slammed the receiver down and scrambled out of theoffice. You didn’t try again for days. When you did, you were staring at yourcalendar, stirring your spoon around in your hot chocolate, trying to countback the days when you remembered someone actually sharing your bed.

The only one you could think of was Wallace.

You replaced your mug with the phone and dialed the numberyou had already memorized. The receiver on the other end was picked up, and fora tense second your heart pounded in your throat. “Hello, thank you forcalling,” someone answered. His voice was thick and soothing in your ear andyou felt like melting into your desk.

You were fifteen and listening to Wallace answer his firstcall in, watching as he fought from making a face. Clients could hear thedispleasure in a voice when he did that. But he grinned at you and tried towink and you had to smother your giggles.

“Hello~?” the voice tried again, “Anyone there?”

“Oh!” Shit. You jumped at his voice, somehow knocking yourcup off the table, watching it smash into the floor. Chocolate and glass spreadeverywhere. You whined and pulled your feet onto the desk. “I um…” Youswallowed a lump in your throat, “I was hoping to…”

“Hire me?” he offered teasingly. You made a whine of protest,but very softly agreed. “You’re lucky, beautiful. I can come by today if youhave the time,” he said.

You sat up straighter. “How soon?”

“Oh, anxious, are we~?”

“Don’t be rude?” you squeaked. You looked around your livingroom for something that could quickly clean up the mess. “I’ll pay you more,and in cash, if you come over as soon as possible. Okay?”

There was the click of a pen on the other line. “Well then.Shoot, gorgeous. What’s your address?”

The numbers slowly rolled off your tongue and his price cameafter. A tension eased out of your shoulders. You had that on hand, luckily. Likethe world knew that this was going to happen. As he hung up with a promise toarrive in an hour, you scrambled to clean up your mess and jump into theshower. When you were finally clothed in clean clothes and running a towel overyour hair, you heard a knock on the door. Nervously, you looked around. Atleast everything was clean. Ish. Enough? It didn’t look awful. You opened thedoor and the world stopped.

Ash blonde hair and a gorgeous eye that shared your surpriseand stared right into your soul. You knew, the moment you locked your gaze withhis, that you were good and truly fucked. He never forgot a face and he wouldcertainly never forget your address, especially after you had given it to himyourself. Worick whispered your name like a long forgotten prayer and steppedover your threshold, enveloping you in a bone crushing hug. Your arms hung limpat your side as the air was forced from your lungs. He released you far tooquickly and held you at arm’s length.

“You left,” he stated.

“I said I left,” you breathed. You rubbed your chest andavoided his prying eye. He took in every change in your face, in your body, inthe way you held yourself. “But I couldn’t leave.”

“Why didn’t you come find me?” he pleaded.

You cut your gaze to him, glaring, repeating the words searedinto the back of your skull, “You’re a liar, just like the whores that pay me.You’re no better than them.” From the way he flinched and let go of yourshoulders, he remembered them, too. There was a pregnant pause. “I hadn’t evenleft the city and I hurt too much. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like ifI left for good,” you whispered.

“I went looking for you,” he spoke over you. He stopped, bithis lip, watched as you spoke, being careful to take in every word so he didn’tmiss another. “After Nico beat my shit in. I went looking for you.” He ignoredyour comment of ‘of course it would take Nico’ and stepped into your space. Youlooked up at him. “I didn’t want to leave it like that, I couldn’t,” herambled, “I needed to apologize. I was shitty and stupid and I’m still prettyshitty and stupid but I’m not nearly as full of self-loathing as I was then,and I don’t think everyone wants something from me all the time—” he pausedlong enough to press his finger against your lips, silencing the comment youwere going to make on his profession, “And I think I fixed myself and I’msorry. I’m sorry.”

Worick radiated warmth and smelled like cigarette smoke. Hewatched, glanced down when you dug your fingers into the towel, caught the waya drop of water soaked into your shirt. He removed his hand as you started totwist your head away from him.

You were fifteen, trapped between a banged up mattress and asweaty, panting boy who was collapsing against you with a dazed grin, listeningto your heart race and the giggles of euphoria pour from your lips. You raisedyour arms and covered your blushing face. “I love you, Wallace Arcangelo,” youwhispered. You felt him move off of you, hips pressing into yours, the condomhe had yet to remove almost sticking to your thigh. He traced a trail up yourneck, over your jaw and to your chin, where it comically pressed his face intothe folds of your arms to whisper the words back to you.

“Are you, though?” you asked quietly. You lifted your arms togrip your elbows and discarded the towel on your couch.

He grabbed your arm, voice small as he begged, “Don’t turnaway!”

Your brow furrowed and you looked back up into his face. Hewas quick to close the gap, to press his mouth against yours in a desperate actfull of apologies and sorrow. Worick’s hands gently cupped your cheeks. Youfelt him pour years of bottled up emotions into that kiss and you followedthem. You balled the lapels of his jacket in your fists, stood as tall as youcould, and pushed all of the loneliness and loss you had felt back at him. Oneof his hands dropped low on your back, bringing you closer to him, as the otherthreaded through your hair. You felt the growl vibrate in his chest before youheard it and his mouth worked tirelessly against your own.

You needed Worick like you needed to breathe and oh youreally needed to breathe? You twisted your head away with a gasp. Worick’s nosecrashed into your cheek and he made a very small, very confused noise. Adelirious giggle bubbled up from your lips. “I needed air,” you whispered.

He grinned and pressed his forehead against yours, closinghis eye, gasping for air. His hand slid over your back to pull you flushagainst him in a hug. You could feel yourself losing your balance. “I neverstopped loving you,” he whispered.

“Me neither,” you responded.

He brightened and gently tapped his forehead against yours. “Oh,what, you never stopped loving yourself~?”

Your hands reached up and pressed haphazardly against hisface, pushing him away from you. “Now I remember why I left, you rude fuck,”you deadpanned. He laughed a laugh that came from the bottom of his feet androcked him backwards into your closed door. You smiled at the sound and a warmfeeling spread through your chest and down your stomach.

“I mean it though,” he said as he wiped his eye. “I love you.”

“Yeah. I love you.”