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natasha-cole · 5 years

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Worlds Collide Chapter 27

Summary: In the wake of her legal trouble with her own mother, Reader is just trying to pull her life together. She feels like a burden to Billy and although she she’s just trying to be more independent, she realizes that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Word Count: 3567

Warnings: mild angst, gross fluff

Notes: I did it. I wrote something. *insert happy tears*

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The first couple of months of living with Billy weren’t as easy as you would have liked them to be. You had eagerly agreed to moving in with him, but after a while, you just felt like a burden.

It had taken some time to get back on your feet after everything with your mother. During that time, Billy had been a saint, taking care of you and never expecting anything in return. It only made you feel worse and eventually, you felt that you had overstayed your welcome.

The hardest part about it was that you and Billy argued a lot. Well, mostly just you tried to argue a lot. Billy remained calm during the moments when it all became too much for you. A lot of the time, you were just frustrated with yourself and the situation you had gotten yourself into. You were frustrated that you were actually quite dependent on him for a while.

You had to hand it to him, even in those moments when you were picking fights, he never once allowed your anxieties to get too far. He had a way of calming you in the moments when you felt the most lost.

***

On one particular day, you were in the kitchen struggling with a jar of strawberry jelly, realizing that you were getting upset rather easily over something that wasn’t that serious. Just as you were about to give up and cry over the fact that you were bad at even accomplishing this stupid task, Billy strolled into the kitchen.

He instantly noticed that you were struggling and looking upset, so he approached you without a word, gave you a kiss on your cheek as he took the jar from you and opened the lid as if it were nothing.

Handing it back to you, he smiled and headed toward his original destination, the fridge.

You should’ve just thanked him and carried on. You should have been grateful that he had attempted to save you from a meltdown that you felt was coming. Instead, you immediately got defensive and had a meltdown anyway.

It was a default setting by now. And although you had been working on trying to calming it, you weren’t always able to. This helplessness piled on top of the uselessness that you felt in this entire situation was just too much sometimes.

“I could have done that myself,” you said sternly.

“I know you could’ve,” he replied with a grin as he glanced over at you from behind the refrigerator door.

“Then stop trying to make me feel like I’m useless.”

“You looked like you were struggling. I was just helping.”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you responded.

“I know. I just- figured I’d help anyway.”

“I don’t need your help!” You shouted suddenly.

Without really thinking, you slammed the jar onto the counter, knowing that if you didn’t put it down, you’d probably throw it because you were so frustrated. Before you could do anything else, you broke out into tears.

You heard Billy sigh as he closed the fridge door. He focused his attention on you and you felt worse.

You didn’t mean to snap at him. It wasn’t his fault that you were feeling this way so often. Although you were angry inside, it had nothing to do with him.

He waited for you to calm down a bit before approaching you. When he did, you instantly grasped onto him, burying your face in his chest as you let out the last of your sobs for that moment.

Unfortunately, he had gotten used to this. Ever since you had freed yourself from your mother and the people who worked for you, you had been struggling to hold onto anything that made you feel independent and capable. A lot of the time, you felt anything but. Mostly, you just felt sort of lost.

You knew Billy was only trying to help, but you still had a hard time with accepting help. Still, he remained patient with you, and although you couldn't say it out loud, you appreciated it more than anything.

All you were trying to do at this point was find your footing, and sometimes it wasn't pretty. It also didn’t help that you had never really learned how to manage your emotions, especially when you were frustrated or upset.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, still pressing your face into his shirt, afraid to look at him after that stupid meltdown.

“It’s okay,” he replied.

You relaxed into him more, paying attention to the way he gripped onto your back with one hand and stroked your hair with the other.

He didn’t call you out on your behavior. Nor did he tell you to calm down. He had just gotten into the habit of being completely present during moments like these. No judgement, no attempt to argue back… just being there to let you know he was with you no matter what.

***

Gradually, things began to fall more into place. You finally agreed to seek therapy, even if you thought the idea of it was stupid at first. Billy and most of your friends thought it would be good for you to talk to someone about what your mother had put you through and although you hated to admit it, they had been right.

You had lost everything thanks to your mother, but sometimes you had to remind yourself that you had gained so much more in the process. Back when she was in your life, she controlled a lot of it, no matter how much you told yourself that she didn't.

Therapy had at least made you understand that what she had put you through was unhealthy and abusive. It helped you to come to terms with the fact that her behavior had damaged you, but that you were capable of working through that.

It helped that you had a support system now. Billy and your friends had your back regardless of who you had been in the beginning of becoming a part of the show and the conventions.

***

Just a few months after all of the legal trouble with your mother, you found yourself back to work doing conventions. You chose to take some time away for your own health, but once the news had become boring to most people and you began to feel a bit more comfortable living with Billy, you decided to get back out there. Truthfully, you missed doing conventions and you missed the people that you had become friends with. It didn’t hurt that your boyfriend was a permanent staple to cons and would be there every step of the way as you returned.

On day one of the Vancouver convention, you were catching up with the girls during a break in the greenroom, relaying your last meltdown over the jar of jelly to them and wondering out loud why you were so crazy.

“Honestly, why do any of you even bother with me?” You asked with a sigh as you slumped down onto the couch.

“You grew on us,” Kim said. “I never thought it would happen, but you’re one of us.”

“You’re family, no matter how much you try to fight it,” Briana added.

“I’m not fighting it anymore,” you replied. “I’m grateful. I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for all of you. Still, sometimes I just feel so… lost. Useless. I can’t even begin to explain what it’s like, knowing that Billy is basically taking care of me because I fucked up my own life.”

“He’s happy to have you living with him,” Ruth chimed in. “He talks about you all the time.”

“I know,” you replied. “I just wish I contributed more. It’s taking some time to save up and dig myself out of the financial hole my mom put me in. I just feel bad.”

“He’s definitely not rushing you,” she responded.

“He’s not. But, I’ll feel better when I can be out of his hair and taking care of myself.”

“I thought he asked you to move in with him,” Kim said, confusion evident in her expression.

“He did. But, it’s supposed to be a temporary thing.”

“I don’t know if that’s what he meant…” she trailed off.

You recalled that day after meeting with the lawyer and deciding that you wanted out of whatever hold that your mother had on you. You had been relieved and scared, and Billy had eagerly asked you to move in with him. You never assumed that it was meant to be a permanent thing, but now you wondered if you had misunderstood what he meant. Apparently, even the girls knew more than you did.

“Have you two talked about what happens once you get back on your feet?” Briana asked.

“Aside from my career… I guess not,” you answered. “We haven’t really discussed our future at all.”

“Well, I for one think that you should talk to him about that,” Kim said. “You might think that him asking you to move in was just him helping you out during all of this, but I kinda think that he feels differently about it.”

“You think he wants me to stay? Like, for good?”

“I just think he loves you and when someone asks the person that they love to move in with them, it’s usually meant to solidify the seriousness of the relationship,” she replied. “But I guess you should just ask him.”

“How do I ask him without offending him? Isn’t this something that I should just know?”

“You’re getting better at communication,” Kim added. “Just talk to him. Because he has definitely made it sound like you living with him is permanent, but obviously he didn’t clear that up with you, or you just didn’t understand that’s what he meant.”

“How am I so bad at relationships?” You asked in frustration.

“Because he’s your first real relationship,” Ruth answered. “And you didn’t exactly have great role models to teach you how to have a healthy relationship.”

***

One panel and two photo op sessions later, you finally had another small break. Knowing that the band was also on break now that Rob, Rich, and Matt were onstage, you decided to seek out Billy to talk to him.

You wandered into the sparsely occupied greenroom, immediately spotting Billy sitting near a table. He was absentmindedly strumming his guitar as softly as he could and you could hear him singing quietly to himself.

You didn’t hear him sing often, no one really did, but you loved it when you did get the chance to hear him. You stayed in place, smiling to yourself as you listened, not wanting him to know you were standing there for fear that he would get embarrassed and stop.

When he finally felt your stare, he glanced up at you and simply smiled as continued to play and sing, not missing a beat. You had assumed he’d stop when he realized that he was being watched, but it was only you. No matter what, he was safe with you and you were safe with him.

You made your way toward him finally, pulling up a chair to sit next to him and he stopped playing and put the guitar down.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a lovely singing voice?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “It’s always an attempt to get me to sing onstage.”

“You should do it more often,” you smiled as you leaned closer to him. “You know, so others can enjoy that voice as much as I do.”

He leaned toward you, reading your body language as he gave you a long, slow kiss.

“Can I ask you something?” You said as the kiss ended.

“Anything.”

“I was talking to the girls earlier, and after our conversation, I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve been misunderstanding our current situation.”

“Mine and yours?” He asked.

“Yeah. See, I’ve been a mess lately and you’ve been so patient and good to me. I’ve just been so focused on getting my life back together so I can get out there and really be on my own. I feel like such a burden to you, and-”

“You are not a burden,” he said, cutting you off before you could sink too far down into your own negative thoughts.

“I just- have felt that I am,” you continued. “This whole time I just assumed that I was staying with you until I got back on my feet.”

You paused, waiting for him to maybe tell you that you were right or that you were wrong. Either way, you wanted him to clarify for you because you were afraid of getting your hopes up over what the girls had said.

“I asked you to move in with me,” he said. “I meant it.”

“Yeah, I know. But, I guess I just didn’t know if that meant until I can financially be okay on my own, or if you meant that you wanted me around for good.”

He gave you a soft smile just then, noting your nervousness. He scooted his chair closer to you so that his leg was pressed against yours, the physical closeness instantly calming you. He leaned over and kissed you again.

“I like having you around,” he explained. “I want to keep you around if that’s what you want. I want for you to be able to start over, just like you’ve been trying to do. But, I also want for you and I to keep building on this relationship, because I think we are so good together.”

His words were just what you needed to hear. You really were starting over again. Mostly, you were beginning to learn to be on your own, a difficult process for you that Billy had witnessed far too often. It was difficult, but you were trying.

You also knew that none of this would even be possible without him. You would probably still be under your mother’s thumb, being controlled by other people and still miserable. You wouldn’t have even begun to explore what it would be like to be free. You wouldn’t have experienced love at all if it hadn’t been for him.

“So, you meant that I should move in with you… for good?” You asked.

“If that’s what you want,” he replied.

He looked at you as if he were trying to read you right now. Admittedly, this must have come across as a bit of a surprise to him. You had both been on completely different pages when it came to this part of your relationship. Although your relationship was strong, it still had its faults. Mostly that fell on you and your inability to manage emotions and take other people’s feelings into consideration. Communication wasn’t easy for you still, but you really were working on it.

“I didn’t realize that I wasn’t clear back then,” he continued. “I’m clearing it up now. I want you to stay with me. I just want to be the one that you always come home to.”

“It’s always been you,” you smiled as you reached up to playful tug on his beard. “Even when I was just annoyed by you and that beard… it was always you.”

“You’re such a sap.”

“ You know, I was just going through life, sort of blind and lost and alone. I don’t know why or how you chose that specific moment to make your move on me, but it was really good timing.”

“I just- had a feeling about you,” he chuckled in return.

“Then I would like to stay living with you, if that’s okay.”

“It’s perfect,” he responded.

He reached over and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently as the two of you looked at each other. You had so much love for this man, and he had changed your life completely. That was why, in this moment, you decided to see if he meant what he said when he talked about the two of you building on this relationship.

You had thought of it often, progressing your relationship even more, but you never really felt as if you were good enough for him. Even as you worked on yourself, you didn’t know if you were worth it. Billy always had a way, especially in moments like these, of reminding you that he really did love you; faults and all.

“Billy?” You said softly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m about to get really sappy here, and I’d appreciate it if you don’t make fun of me for it.”

“I would never.”

“You made me believe in love. And, if it hadn’t been for you, I would have stayed in a really bad situation.”

“You got out of that on your own, Y/N.”

“I know. But, if it hadn’t been for you showing me that I was worth anything, I might not have realized that I deserved better.”

“Y/N,” he whispered, tightening his grip on your hand.

You didn’t let him say anything though. You had it in your mind what you wanted to say all right now, so you continued speaking before you could chicken out.

“You make me a better person. Like, literally,” you laughed. “I was an awful person before you. I just realized right now that I would be stupid not to seal the deal.”

He cocked his head, now looking at you in confusion as this simple conversation about living together had taken an unexpected turn.

“I love you,” you said simply.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Still, he stared at you in confusion, not letting go of your hand as he waited for you to get to the point.

It was now or never. You could say what you wanted to say, or you could just end it at that and probably leave him confused for the rest of the day.

You were nervous now, so you kissed him again, hoping that it would ground you just enough to get yourself through something that was scary and had come to your mind so suddenly. For a moment, you thought yourself to be an idiot for even thinking of it, but as you pulled back from the kiss and looked into his eyes, you knew you had no reason to be afraid.

You were safe with him.

“Marry me?” You said softly as you reached up to hold his face in your hands, surprising even yourself that you had just said that.

“What?”

You noted the look of shock on his face, his eyes wide as he took in what you had just asked. You instantly regretted saying anything at all. It was too soon. It was too much. Although the thought had seemed right in the moment, you knew you shouldn’t have asked.

“I’m sorry-” you responded, now trying to think of a way to take it back.

“Did- did you just propose to me?”

The biggest part of you, that scared little girl who acted tough but was really just broken and afraid, wanted to take it back. She wanted to laugh it off as a joke now that she was being questioned about it. She wanted to run away and do whatever she could to avoid being hurt again, especially now that she was faced with the possibility of the one person she loved most in this world turning her down.

The other part of you, the woman who had fought to become more in control of her life and choices, seemed to be the stronger part of you now. Although you were terrified right now and you wondered if your question would scare him away, you realized that you had to stand firm on what you had said, because it was what you wanted after all.

You never had any doubt that Billy loved you too. Honestly, you were surprised that he hadn’t popped the question himself sooner. But, the two of you had never discussed the possibility and you knew it was because he was still intent on making sure you were comfortable with all of the changes that had been happening and the advancement of your relationship.

But you had decided just now that you were done waiting for him.

“I did,” you said finally.

This moment was probably the bravest you had ever been in your life. You knew you were faced with the possibility that he could say no, or be offended that you had asked him at all; but you needed to take initiative on this. This was just a part of taking initiative in your own life, because Billy was a big part of your new life.

“Is that what you want?” He asked.

“Of course it is,” you responded. “I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t.”

He kept quiet for what seemed like an eternity. He studies you for a long time and you waited for him to shoot you down. You waited for the unraveling of everything that you had built together, waited to be reminded that maybe you weren’t as strong as you thought you were becoming. Perhaps your newfound bravery was just a sham. Maybe you just weren’t meant to make decisions for yourself, because you knew this was going to hurt when he told you no.

“Okay,” he finally said with a smile. “Then, yes.”

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itsfunnierin-enochian · 6 years

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If They Only Knew

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Written By: @gettingbywithalittlehelp96 & @itsfunnierin-enochian

Chapter Summary: You wake up with hangover and a surprise by your side. Rob deals with his feelings and confusions after the episode he witnessed the night before.

Warnings: Angst; Mixed emotions; Billy x reader

A/N: Okay, this one is a chapter that points basically what's on both character's minds and their feelings from their own POVs. Just to carry on with the story and... Sorry in advance! - Also, thank you so much everybody for the love and support 💙

Chapter 8: I Can't Stand What You Put Me Through

Before you even opened your eyes, you could already feel your head pounding, regretting in that moment that you had drank so much the night before. You tried to stretch and change your position, but quickly stopped moving when you felt someone behind you. Your eyes flew open. You had left the bar with someone and you did not remember it all. Peeking over your shoulder, you found that Billy was the one sleeping peacefully next to you.

In that moment his phone began to ring. Letting out a groan, you felt him shift, to grab his glasses, before checking it.

Sighing, you turned to face him. Mostly you just wanted to try to get an idea of what happened. He was naked, then when you caught your red dress, bundled up on the floor next to his jeans, you knew something had definitely happened, but still had no recollection of how exactly. As he returned to his original place, facing you this time, you smiled as he smiled at you.

He positioned himself so he was facing you and kissed your cheek. “Good morning, you. Did you sleep well?” he asked with a soft voice.

“Yes, very. You?”

“Me too. It was a very good night,” he replied, as you felt his hand making its way around your waist so he could bring you closer to him. “But I bet you don't remember it, do you?”

You shook your head smiling shyly, hiding your face in the pillow.

These guys knew you too well. Many times you and Rob had talked about how rough the mornings were after drinking, usually always before you could remember anything.

“Well it was. You are so beautiful, Y/N and I'm pretty sure it was one of the best nights of my life, so believe me, it was good.”

As he leaned closer to kiss you, you couldn’t help but think about how sweet Billy was, and if he was so into you this morning, things must have been okay last night. Following him, you kissed him back. Running your fingers up his arm and across his chest. You would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying what was happening, just you and him, under the covers and besides, you did like Billy, you just never thought about liking him in this way before. There was no way of telling how things were going to go, so you just stayed focused on enjoying the moment, that turned into the second round of what had happened the night before.

Rob's POV

Rob had never felt as bad as he felt that morning when he woke up. Even though he made sure to drink from every glass he found, he felt as if everything was hitting him worse than ever. For hours he tossed and turned, until eventually he gave up, knowing he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

He still couldn't get used to Y/N not showing up at his door every morning, with his favourite coffee, and that sleepy face he adored so much. Though what he had seen the night before upset him, the thing that he couldn't get over was the idea that she was so mad at him that she didn't even want to talk. A hundred times he asked himself why, but still couldn’t find the answer.

He missed her. More than he ever intended to. He missed everything, from her laugh and smell, the way she would walk around his apartment organizing whatever seemed out of place. He was sure he would never find someone as beautiful as Y/N, but he also knew that wouldn't risk that friendship for anything in the world.

He loved her. And felt so lucky being able to hug her every time he wanted and for being able to be so close to her. At first he thought that was enough, but it wasn’t long before he could deny that he wanted more. He wanted to be able to kiss her, every time he would tell her something exciting. To be able to wake up every day next to her and to show her just how much he loved her and every part of her body, but he was just too afraid. What if his feelings were unrequited and she decided that they couldn’t even be friends, after he told her. He didn't want to risk it. He needed her. He just didn't know how much until now.

Rob knew he needed to talk to her. He wasn’t ready to tell her the whole truth, but wanted to know what she was thinking. The thing was, he couldn't get over the idea of her and Billy together. Maybe he had just taken Y/N home and left? Billy was one of his closest friends, he had to know he had feelings for her, right?

With his head pounding like it was, Rob decided to get out of the bed and take a shower. Knowing that the warm water would help, and as he stood there letting the water fall over his body, he all of a sudden started to feel optimistic about the whole thing. With his headache partially gone, and this feeling of relief now rushing through him, finished the shower and ran back into his room. Throwing on a white T-shirt, jeans and a pair of Converse, before messing his wet hair a bit and slipping on his glasses.

Grabbing his phone he noticed the message he had sent her before the concert, was still unread. He remembered then, how bad it felt when he looked in the crowd and didn’t see her face. How bad it felt singing the songs he wrote for her. Most of the songs he wrote were for her, she just didn’t know it.

He shook it off. She had been at the bar last night, so he knew she had to of been drinking and was probably still in bed with a hangover. So, he decided to go straight to her apartment. He wasn’t quite sure about what to say, if he would confess his feelings or just talk to her, but after seeing her so beautiful, and the distance she was keeping, he knew he had to fix things.

Rushing over to her apartment, he knocked on her door and waited. Looking at his feet while rocking back and forth, nervous about what he would say or do. Knowing Y/N, he waited for a while, before knocking again. Another couple minutes went by, but there was no answer, no movement coming from the other side.

That’s when he knew. If he had to be honest with himself, deep down he had always known where she was, he just didn't want to believe it or give power to the idea, but now that he knew she wasn’t home, there was only one place where she could be.

He thought back to when he told Billy about Y/N. He had always seen the exchanges between them, and when she started to act weird and confused Rob had just assumed that she liked him. That’s when he decided to talk to Billy, to tell him to make a move on Y/N. Which he also used as a way to know if she was actually into him or someone else.

He of course hoped it was him, but with as scared as he was, he couldn’t think of any better ways to find out, and he definitely wasn’t about to tell her just like that.

He headed out of the building and went for his car. For the longest time he just sat there. What was he doing? Where was he going? Maybe he was just overreacting and overthinking. He had to let her be, and maybe if he did, it would give her the space she needed to come back to him, so they could fix whatever was happening, and everything could go back to normal.

He checked his phone again, but there was nothing. Starting the engine of his car, he drove to Mike's house. Mostly he was just hoping Billy would be there, and distract himself with making music. This was hard, so much harder than he ever could’ve imagined.

Reader POV

When Billy finally decided to give you a break, you took your chance and went to the bathroom. Your head wasn't hurting much, but your heart, your heart was aching. Billy was one of Rob’s best friends, and you were still in love with Rob. The only thing that somewhat helped you, was knowing that you and Rob were still distant at the moment.

Then you started to think. Maybe you would give Billy a chance. You couldn’t deny that he was a gentleman and even with everything that was going on, the night you had spent with Billy had helped you to feel better than you had in awhile. You really needed to try live a normal live again, and Billy might just be the answer.

After getting dressed, and heading out of the bathroom, you found Billy on the edge of the bed, putting on his shoes.

“So how are you feeling?” He asked looking up at you with a sweet smile.

“Much better, really. Thanks.” You sat next to him on the bed and he straightened to look at you “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, actually I have to meet the guys at Mike's. You wanna come?” he asked innocently. Of course it wasn't a good idea.

“Thank you and I’d love to, but I have to meet my friend. She was with me yesterday, but then left and she wants to tell me “stuff”, whatever that means.” You made air quotes and rolled your eyes, which made Billy laugh.

“Okay, I will take you home then, it's not safe for you to go out there with that dress,” he replied with a smirk, leaning over to kiss you.

His beard tickled you, his lips were warm and soft. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and it wasn't long until he put his hands on your waist and placed you on his lap. But something happened.

“I really have to go,” you blurted out suddenly. Billy's confusion was clear and that look made you feel so guilty. “Yo- you will make me late, Billy” you said forcing a smile and kissing his cheek.

“Wait, I’ll get my-”

“No need to worry, I'll take a cab,” you said, quickly cutting him off. Grabbing your hand he pulled you towards him, to give you another kiss.

“See ya, we’ll talk later, I promise,” You added, pulling back with a smile.

You knew he had to think you were crazy. If you were him, you'd think the same thing. As you walked out of Billy’s home, you breathed in and out trying to stop the guilt you were feeling that almost made you feel disgusting about yourself.

You were crazy. You would never tell anybody, but as soon as you and Billy started to kiss, all you could feel, was Rob. You didn't know why on earth, or in your parallel reality, that happened, but when you opened your eyes, you could feel that it wasn’t a good idea. That's why you had ran away.

As soon as you got home, you took a shower that helped you relax but still your head was racing with thoughts, with memories, with decisions you knew you'd have to make. You didn't know if Billy was the correct option, but you knew you needed to choose a way to go. When it came to Rob, there wasn't much to think about, except for finding a way to get him out of your mind.

Why would he care though? You asked yourself. With his career going up, he was having all the girls he wanted. You hadn’t even seen each other in a week and he didn't know about Billy either, so why were you overthinking this situation as if Rob would care? You let out a little sarcastic laugh. Yes, if anyone saw you like this, they would think you were crazy, but the whole situation was crazy. Of all the guys you could have fallen in love with, you choose your best friend, and even though Billy was a terrific guy, deep down you knew that no one would be able to take Rob’s place. This only made your head spin more. That's when you decided to just to go to sleep, to shut your mind off for a little while. You'd have enough time to deal with this later.

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narisjournal-blog · 7 years

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Not Alone

Billy Moran x Reader

Flangst (angst with a fluffy conclusion)

Word Count: 819

A/N: First ever Billy fic - hope I have got his character close enough. Please give feedback!

Description: While you are going through a difficult break-up, Billy decides you shouldn’t be alone.

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Your hands were shaking as you fumbled in your bag for your key card. It wasn’t there. Luckily you had got into the habit of requesting two because you always managed to lose one. You patted your pockets and eventually found the spare.

Your heart was racing as you scanned the key card in your hotel room door. You had tried to keep it together until you got in, but now there was nobody else around and your body was getting ahead of you.

Finally you got through the door and closed it behind you. You leant against it and let the tears flow and shake your body.

This break-up had been tough on you. You had been with your boyfriend for three years before all the travelling for work had finally taken its toll. You kind of knew it was coming, which only made it worse.

Billy, who you would now consider one of your best friends, had tried to console you; he insisted that this guy must be an asshole to let go of you. He was being so sweet, but you just couldn’t hear him. You had told him you would be alright.

You would, in the end. You knew that. But you still had to get through this Convention weekend.

You slid down the door to sit on the floor and cried out all the pain that had been brewing. It weighed heavy on your chest and ironically, having insisted to your friends you just wanted to be alone, all you wanted was for someone to hold you.

You changed into your pyjamas and climbed into bed, curling up in a ball and letting the tears flow.

It came in waves. You thought you were just about drifting off, when something jolted you awake and you found yourself crying again. You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep, but you felt so empty with nobody beside you all of a sudden.

Just as another wave of sobs was in full swing, you heard the scanner on your door go and the handle turned. There was a knock as an afterthought, but Billy slipped in regardless, closing the door quietly behind him.

You wiped your eyes as you looked at him in confusion. He waved your keycard at you with a guilty smile.

‘Billy? What are you doing here?’ you sniffed, fully aware that your eyes were puffy and red.

He shrugged. ‘Look, I just figured you shouldn’t be alone tonight.’

You took in what he was saying for a moment before pushing yourself to sit up.

‘Did anyone see you come here?’ you asked.

‘No. Nobody saw.’

’Good. Just… you know how people can talk.’

He fixed his brown eyes on you, a sincerity in them you didn’t get to see much. When you didn’t say anything more, he shifted nervously.

‘I mean… I can go if you want,’ he said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

‘No,’ you said. ‘Please stay.’

He stepped towards the bed and sat down gingerly.

‘Listen, I know you said you wanted to be alone. But… I just…’ he shrugged. ‘I hate to see you so upset.’

You wiped your eyes again and Billy sat awkwardly on his hands, waiting for your prompt.

‘I lied,’ you admitted. ‘I don’t want to be alone, but I won’t be much company. All I want is… is…’ and you broke down in sobs once more.

Billy pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around you.

‘It’s ok,’ he cooed. ‘I’m here. You’re ok.’

After a few minutes, as the tears subsided, he pulled back to look at you again. He held your face in his hand.

‘This isn’t the end for you. I know you’ll be ok.’ You smiled and nodded, then Billy chuckled. ‘Hey, anyway - you don’t need no man. You got this.’ He nodded his head, affirming you.

You couldn’t help but laugh too.

‘Thanks, Billy,’ you said. ‘You give good hugs.’

He looked incredibly pleased with himself, grinning the widest grin as he pulled you into him again.

His bushy beard was rough against your neck, but you didn’t mind.

‘Billy?’ you said into his shoulder.

‘Mm-hmm?’

‘Can you stay with me?’

He pulled back and nodded with a soft smile. ‘Of course.’

You pulled the duvet back, inviting him in.

He stood up, kicked off his Nikes and unzipped his hoodie, placing it on your chair. He sat back down, taking off his glasses and putting them on the side before scooching in and lying down beside you.

He wiped his thumbs under your eyes, drying the tears that had spilled out.

You rolled over so he could wrap you up in his arms and hold you close to him.

‘You’re gonna be ok,’ he whispered as your body shook once more. ‘I know it.’ And he held you tight through the waves of tears until you finally drifted off to sleep, safe in his embrace.

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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Saturday Night Special (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist]

Summary: Tonight would be your first time singing on stage. And if it were not enough, you wanted to dedicate your song to a special someone. Expressing your feelings was not one of your strengths but putting them into a song? That worked quite well.

Words: 2,339

Warnings: best friend!Rob, fluff, just a cute story with a lot of fluff, so much fluff, language, in this story you wrote “Song On Fire”, (Y/L/N) = your last name

Song used: “Song On Fire” by Nickelback

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Another Convention weekend. Another Saturday. Which meant that the concert would be tonight. And you had asked the Swain boys if they could squeeze you into their set list. Wanting it to be a surprise, you begged them to keep quiet for now. Practicing was done in a room separate from where the others were.

“You wrote that?” Rob asked after you handed each of them a page with the notes & lyrics.

“Yeah?” suddenly, you were unsure. “Is it bad?” now growing concerned that maybe whatever you wrote was absolute crap.

“No, oh my God, not at all. This is perfect.” he was still eyeing the words closely. “We got this, right guys?” turning around to shoot a look at the rest of the band, you saw all of them nodding. Releasing a breath you did not know you were holding, you took a seat next to them & started explaining what you had in mind for your performance.

“So, I thought that you could maybe do some backing vocals, Robbie? I think I’d be less nervous if you did.”

“Of course, no problem.” immediately being on board, the two of you arranged who would sing what. Billy, Mike & Stephen were already onto practicing the notes & from what you had heard so far, it sounded great.

“I hope I won’t mess up.” chuckling quietly, you prayed that tonight would turn out to be fine. Suddenly, Rob’s eyes shot up to yours, shock written all over his features. “What?” you asked him when he did nothing but stare at you.

“This is about Jensen, isn’t it?” he hit the nail right on the head with his assumption. Rob had been one of your closest friends & it was hard to keep something from him. A while ago, he picked up on the fact that you liked Jensen. A lot. Of course he teased the living shit out of you, but he always made sure that he was serious about one thing. That you should tell him how you felt. Every time, you had reasoned that he could never like you back. Besides, you were horrible when it came to talking about your feelings. Obviously, Rob was aware of that. But the lyrics in front of him were proof enough.

“It doesn’t matter.” looking back down to your lap to focus your gaze on something else than Rob’s face.

“Yeah, it does.” he started. “’Cause he’ll realize it’s about him.” stating casually.

“And why is that?” furrowing your eyebrows & snapping your head back up again. The man in front of you simply rolled his eyes at your question.

“I’ve told you a million times that he likes you, too.” before you had time to disagree with him, he kept going. “And Jensen knows about you liking him.”

“Wait. How?” eyes growing wide at Rob’s statement, you believed that someone had spilled the beans to him. Not a lot of people knew about your crush. And if Rob told Jensen, he would not be alive much longer to experience tonight’s concert.

“You’re not really being subtle about it, you know?”

“Am I really that obvious?” sighing loudly, you put your face in your hands. Great, you had been embarrassing yourself for the longest time & nobody had mentioned it to you.

“Only if you pay close attention. Which Jensen does.” Rob’s eyes showed sincerity. Maybe he was right. And if he was not then Jensen would not understand the song. Win-win situation, right?

~at the concert~

The last notes of the song were played & you knew that it was your turn to hop on stage in a second. Nobody of the cast had a clue about you singing tonight. Now, being backstage, your nervousness was awful. Your hands were trembling & you were scared that you would forget the words. What if you embarrassed yourself in front of such a huge audience? Yes, Louden Swain was there to back you up but still. You were the one who had to deliver perfectly.

“Thanks guys. Actually, we have a little surprise tonight. Well, it’s not so little. You guys know that a lot of the cast joins us on stage every now & then. For this concert, we’ll have a debut. Someone who has never sung in front of people before. But we know that you love her a lot. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) everyone!” Rob yelled into the microphone & when he finished, the crowd broke out into cheers. The applause was insane. Nobody knew that you were that much into music.

Taking a deep breath, you started taking the steps to the stage. The curtain opened enough for you to walk through & immediately, you were blinded by the bright lights that illuminated the stage. Yet, your smile was wide. Risking a look to the side, you saw the rest of the cast with shocked faces, all watching you. Jensen was in front & for a second, your eyes locked. In this moment, the cheering of the crowd died down & you remembered who you were doing this for. Him. His smile was enough for you. Billy nudged you slightly & handed you a guitar. Thanking him quietly, you walked over to the microphone Rob had already prepared for you. His nod calmed you down. He knew you would be just fine.

“Um, hi guys. This is weird.” chuckling, the audience soon followed. “Like, I know I’m confident when it comes to panels & all…but standing here, knowing that I’m about to sing. Well, let’s just say I’m a little nervous.” your voice was shaking a little & your fans knew that it was not normal for you. Usually, you were the one to crack a joke, to throw in a sarcastic comment. Right now, though, you were stiff. “Anyway, enough of that crap.” laughing shortly. “Y’all wanna listen to some music, right?” the audience agreed loudly, whistles & cheers could be heard all across the room. “You haven’t heard this song yet. It’s an original, I wrote it not too long ago & I hope you’ll like it. This is called “Song On Fire”.” waiting for Stephen’s sign, you started off the song together. Playing the guitar quietly. And while you shakingly made your way through the first few words, you gathered yourself enough to sing the rest perfectly.

The first words that come out

And I can see this song will be about you

I can’t believe that I can breathe without you

But all I need to do is carry on

The next line I write down

And there’s a tear that falls between the pages

I know that pain’s supposed to heal in stages

But it depends which one I’m standing on

I write lines down, then rip them up

Describing love can’t be this tough

I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke

I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly

Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much

Unless I sing this song to you

When you sang these words, you made sure to look in Jensen’s direction & again, your eyes locked. This time for a lot longer. It was as if you two were the only ones in this room. Just you & him. Pouring your heart & soul into this one song. Hoping he would realize what you really felt for him.

I’m dying to show you

This could end happily ever after

There doesn’t ever have to be disaster

And all you have to do is sing along

I write lines down, then rip them up

Impossible describing love

I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke

I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly

Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much

Unless I sing this song to you

Rob’s & your voice blended together seamlessly & the band managed to make this song sound like it had been one of theirs. Like you had played it together a million times before.

I could set this song on fire

Sing this song to you

I could set this song on fire

Light this old guitar on fire, I’d still hear the notes

Drown the melody in water, I’d still hear its ghost

Sing it with somebody else, but we’d be out of tune

Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much

I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke

I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly

Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much

Unless I sing this song to you

I could set this song on fire

Unless I sing this song to you

I could set this, I could set this

I want to sing this song to you

I could set this song on fire

Sing this song to you

I could set this, I could set this

The last part, Rob let you sing alone & as you belted out the last words, your eyes closed briefly. Only after hearing the cheers & the clapping did you open them again. Immediately, Rob went over & took you in for a quick hug. Whispering in your ear how proud he was of your performance. That you nailed it.

“Wow, guys. Thank you.” you were overwhelmed by the response of the fans. But your adrenaline washed away when you noticed Jensen no longer watching you from the side of the stage. Still, you had a smile on your face. There was no way you could let the people see that something was wrong.

“That was (Y/N) (Y/L/N) with “Song On Fire”. Let her hear you guys!” Rob urged the audience on & again, the room erupted into loud cheers. Waving before leaving the stage, your smile fell the moment the curtain closed behind you.

“(Y/N)?” there was not even time for you to drown in self pity when a voice yelled for you. Turning around, you were shocked to see Jensen jogging up to you. His hands went to cup your cheeks. Pulling your face closer to his, your eyes closed as his lips pressed softly onto yours. Was this really happening right now? Melting into his touch, you could feel yourself getting lost in the moment. Fireworks were going off inside of you. No matter how many times you had imagined this exact moment, nothing could compare to what you were feeling right this instance. When the two of you needed to pull away for air, you found yourself staring straight into his beautiful eyes.

“God, I hope this song was about me or I just embarrassed myself.” he whispered, afraid that someone else might listen in on your conversation even though you were completely alone backstage. A sheepish smile spread across your face & you interrupted his rambling by kissing him again. If you had known that a song was all it took for the two of you to take that next step then you would have performed on stage way sooner. His hands were at your waist, yours around his neck. Standing close to each other, scared, that you might lose each other. Which would never happen. Not that you finally found to each other.

“I’m sorry.” you started apologizing to which Jensen only furrowed his eyebrows.

“What for?” he had no clue why you felt like you had to say sorry.

“I’m really not good at this entire feelings stuff.” giggling at how stupid you sounded, your eyes shot to the floor.

“I don’t know, that was pretty damn romantic.” he joked & made you laugh with his words. True. Dedicating a song to someone was probably one of the most romantic things one could do.

“Jensen?” your forehead pressed against his chest. Arms tightening around you, he enjoyed having you this close to him. Rob had told him that you liked him & after paying more attention to it, he could see it, too. Yet, he was too much of a coward to do anything about it. Because he got incredibly shy whenever you were around. You could feel him humming so you continued. “I’m actually planning on recording the song. In the studio & all. Jason offered to help me.”

“That’s gre-“ you did not even let him finish because you had another idea in your head.

“And I wanted to ask you to be a part of it.” pulling away slightly to catch his reaction, you were surprised to find a shocked face. “Of course only if you want to. I get it if you don-“

“I’d love to.” his look changed into pure adoration for you. You swore that this man took your breath away by simply looking at you. All of a sudden, Jensen started laughing.

“What?”

“This is gonna be such a cliché story to tell at upcoming Conventions.” he was right. Honestly, it would make a good plot for a movie. Shaking your head at him, you hugged him tighter again. No way in hell would you ever let him go. It took you a lot of courage to take that step & you were more than happy that your plan was successful. You were glad that Louden Swain supported your idea. You thanked Rob for being a great best friend. Finally, Jensen & you had each other. And as much as you loved the idea of it, you were sure that the fans would freak out even more. They had been shipping you for ages. After all, you guys had a connection nobody else shared but everybody else noticed. You guys were bound to end up together from the very beginning.

Published (05/06/2021) by Cathy

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benedictshurley · 5 years

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Positive : Part 12

Wow it’s been a hot minute. I think the writer’s block is finally gone but don’t quote me on it! It’s shorter but I think you’ll enjoy it all the same! Enjoy! P.S don’t hate me for the ending thank you!

Summary: It’s Minncon and everybody is still abuzz about the album party

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Word Count: 1,940

Warnings: angst, fighting, matt benedict is a sweetheart, privacy invasion, ultimatums, stephen’s no longer a teddy bear

Disclaimer: this is pure FICTION. I mean no harm or hurt to the Benedict family, or others involved. Marnie is Rob’s fictional wife from Kings of Con. I originally used Mollie (his real wife) but ultimately decided to change it as it made me uncomfortable writing about her and his kids.

If you knew this is where you’d be after finding out you were pregnant, you would’ve hidden in a cave until you gave birth. Fans sending hate after hate. For breaking up Rob’s marriage, for lying, people thinking you cheated on Stephen. The album party video went viral throughout the fandom. Yet here you were, at the convention in Minneapolis, ready to be bombarded with rude questions. Even though for the first time in your convention life, you decided to field your questions, making sure they were appropriate and semi-respectful, but you knew deep down there’d be a few who slipped through the cracks.

Ever since that night, you haven’t seen or talked to Rob. You only texted him back once. To tell him you didn’t love him back. Which deep down, you knew was the biggest lie you’ve ever told. You did love him, but you didn’t want to break Stephen’s heart. Yet, any feelings for Stephen were beginning to diminish. Ever since he found out about Rob being the father, he’s been controlling, if Rob even looked at you wrong this weekend, you were sure he would beat him up on the spot. Plus, knowing that Rob had feelings for you too, made being with someone else extremely difficult.

Entering the hotel, you checked in and got in the elevator. So far, so good, all you needed to do was make it to your room and- you rammed face first into someone’s chest.

“Oh god i’m so sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts and-” Once you looked up at who it was, your mouth went dry. “Rob.”

“Y/N” He breathed out, almost relieved to see you. “We really need to talk. About everything.”

You wanted to, god did you want to, but your brain was giving you flashing red signs. “Rob I don’t-”

You were cut off by Stephen exiting the other elevator. Right, you had texted him that you were here. Wrapping his arm around your torso, Stephen presses a kiss to your temple. “Hey babe. Missed you.”

Rob let out a heavy sigh. “Steve, Y/N and I need to talk. Considering a majority of it involves our child.” He made sure to enunciate the “our”, making it clear to Stephen that he wasn’t the father, and he never would be.

“Well, Y/N hasn’t expressed any interest in seeing you, and I don’t believe that changed. So we will be going to our room.” Stephen smirked triumphantly, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards your room.

Rob scoffed, but got in the elevator anyway, instead of going after you, like an idiot.

“Stephen, slow down!” You whispered, not to disturb the other hotel guests, as you always flew in late friday. “Stephen! You’re hurting my arm!” You shoved him off of you.

Stephen turned to look at you. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to get you out of there. I didn’t think you’d wanna talk to him.”

Opening your hotel room door, you groaned out in frustration. “Maybe if you let me get a word in, instead of making my decisions for me, you would know I could’ve handled it myself!”

Stephen stood speechless, you’d never yelled at him like that.

“I’ll be sleeping alone tonight. Goodnight Stephen.” You spat, slamming the door in his face, not waiting for a reply.

Saturday

As expected, all anyone wanted to talk about with you was the party and the fact that you and Rob had sex. Instead of being offended during your ops and autos, you plastered on a smile and said with enthusiasm “That’s why you use protection every single time!”.

Each one of them left with a little bit of a scowl on their face, but that’s what they get for being assholes. You were nearly 23 weeks pregnant, and extremely hormonal. Don’t mess with the mama bear.

SNS came quicker than expected because before you knew it, you were backstage while the band performed on stage. There was awkward tension though, because Rob’s brother, Matt was sitting right next to you. You had no idea what even to say. “Hey sorry I ruined your brother’s marriage?” You didn’t have much time to think it over before he tapped your shoulder.

“Hey. I’m Matt, but i’m sure you knew that already.” He gave you a grin, eerily similar to his brothers.

“Y/N, but i’m sure you’ve heard all about me. Homewrecker.” You sarcastically threw up jazz hands. “Listen, I just want to apologize to you and your family for ruining rob’s marriage-”

“I’m going to stop you right there. You did us all a favor. Marnie was always sweet to Rob, but she never liked sharing his attention. Even when they had Tyler, it was all about her. We all knew it was going to crack, we just didn’t know when. I’m surprised it lasted as long as it did to be completely honest.”

You were shocked. So she was always a bitch, Rob just never saw it. “Well, then I guess you’re welcome? I’m glad I could be of assistance.”

Matt chuckled, and eyed your stomach. “You know he’s excited right? He can’t wait for her. He sends our whole family ultrasounds now that it's out in the open. Couldn’t be happier honestly. The smile that he gets while talking about your daughter is the biggest one I've seen. Almost as big as the one he gets while talking about you.”

That revelation made your face heat up. Rob talks about you, to his family? “H-he talks about me? A lot?”

Matt nodded, his eyes occasionally darting back to the screen to watch his brother perform. “All the time. Sometimes it’s hard for him to shut up. I haven’t seen that much love in his eyes in a long time. Shame you don’t feel the same way.” And with that, the band came off the stage for a moment before the encore, Matt leaving to talk with his brother for a minute.

“Yeah, except I do.” You muttered to no one in particular, your voice being drowned out by the crowd screaming for the band. Stephen came over for a quick good luck kiss, which you barely reciprocated, before he got in line to go back out. Locking eyes with Rob, you felt your heart begin to beat faster as his blue eyes seemed to stare into yours perfectly. Only when billy hit Rob on the back of the head, did the eye contact break.

Deciding you’d had enough today, you sneaked away and got in an uber early, heading back to the hotel. Once you got in your room, you quickly changed into pajamas and crawled into bed, ignoring the numerous texts you got 20 minutes later from Stephen on your whereabouts. And for the second night in a row, you went to bed alone.

Sunday

Sunday went off without a hitch, but Matt’s words kept ringing in your mind. He wasn’t drunk when he texted you, and he meant it. But then there was Stephen. Your boyfriend.

Once Sunday had wrapped, Stephen had come to your room with some flowers, to apologize, which made you happy, but it was like getting flowers from your mom when you’re single on valentine’s day.

“I’m sorry I tugged on your arm too hard, and I’m sorry I didn’t let you handle yourself with Rob.” Stephen smiled sheepishly, waving the flowers around before putting them on the bed.

“That’s really sweet. Thank you.” You gave him a soft smile, but when he went in for the kiss, you turned so he got your cheek instead. He looked hurt. “Sorry. Haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” You made up that excuse, when in reality, you didn’t want to kiss him.

He took it though, shrugging his shoulders. “Rob wouldn’t shut up about you today. Kind of annoying.”

“Stephen i’m pregnant with his child, it’s gonna happen. I wish you two could go back to how things were. I don’t want to ruin a 20 year friendship.”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “I see the way he looks at you. And I saw the text.”

You felt anger begin to bubble up under your skin. “You went through my phone?! That’s private Stephen!”

“I’m your boyfriend. I think I’m allowed to look on your phone.”

“For google or something! Not going through my messages like a jerk!” You spat, crossing your arms.

“It’s not like you had anything to hide! He confessed his feelings and you turned him down! Simple!” Stephen yelled in return.

“That’s not the point! You invaded my privacy!”

“It’s starting to seem like you want to fight with me just to fight! What’s gotten into you?!” Stephen questioned, rage becoming apparent in his own features.

“You’re being a dick! You’ve changed since you found out that Rob’s the father. You’re controlling and borderline possessive!” You shouted back.

“I’m just trying to protect you and our relationship from him!”

“Why?!”

“Because I see the way you look at him! It’s the same way I look at you! I saw the little eye contact last night and I know that’s why you ran away! I’m trying not to lose you and I feel like the only way that's going to happen is if he’s out of your life!” Stephen yelled, his voice cracking a little bit.

“What are you saying?” You asked, a bit worried about the answer.

Stephen sighed and looked you in the eye. “I want Rob out of your life. Cons, i’ll manage its your job, but personal life, he’s out.”

You almost laughed. “Stephen, that’s not going to happen. He’s the father of my child, and i’m not keeping him away from her.”

Stephen’s nostrils flared. “It’s either him or me. You need to choose because i’m done being strung along in your little game. And I know that if he stays, you’ll never fully love me.”

Your mouth was agape. He expected you to choose between him and Rob. He was making you choose.

“Him or Me, Y/N” Stephen spoke again, his voice harsh.

“I-”

Rob’s POV

Rob was laying in his bed, flicking through TV channels. This weekend hadn’t gone like he had hoped. He thought he’d be able to talk to you, try to make up for what Marnie did, but Stephen was everywhere. The second he’d try to talk to you, Stephen would be there, taking you away.

A knock on his door shook him from his thoughts. Who would be here this late?

Opening the door, Rob was shocked to come face to face with you. “Y/N. It’s late, what are you doing here?”

You pushed past him to enter the room and you turned to face him. “I lied.”

All color drained from Rob’s face. What did you lie about? Was Stephen actually the baby’s father? Had Marnie been right this whole time?

“A-about what?” Rob stuttered, shutting the hotel room door.

You took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “When you texted me that night, telling me you loved me and I told you I didn’t feel the same. I lied.”

Rob’s face had shock written all over it. “Does that mean-”

“Yes Rob. I am completely and utterly in love with you. I’ve been trying to hide it but I can’t anymore. And I just hope that deep down, you still love me too.” Your voice matched your face. Hopeful. “Please say you still love me and I’m not too late.”

Rob was still silent. It took him a moment before he opened his mouth. “I.”

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honeypiehotchner · 6 years

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dancing on my own -- part eight

I am a LIAR but not totally. I’m procrastinating (ironically enough, the essay I should be writing at this moment is about procrastination). But I need some cuteness in my life right now. So I wrote this.

Words: 2,245

Summary: Rob is being a total cutie, but subtly. Some rambling from Sarah at the ladies panel. Then some green room cuteness.

Warnings: it’s so cute??? I blushed writing it

The masterlist is here, by the way.

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Saturday is a big day for everyone. We’re packed with panels, photo ops, autographs, a contest here and there, and the concert at the very end. We’re insanely busy.

This is the excuse I give Briana when she catches on to Rob and I’s unnaturally bubbly and friendly behavior. Granted, it only took her half an hour after I got down to the green room to notice—

It’s not a big deal, really. Rob met me at the door with a coffee. And I mean, come on, not a big deal. He used to all the time, but then stopped when…all that mess happened. So it’s not a big deal that he started doing it again.

Or that there was a heart next to my name on the side of the cup.

Not a big deal. “You’re reading too far into it,” I tell Bri, shaking my head as I sip my coffee.

“I’m reading just enough into it!”

I give her a look. “He came to my room last night, we talked, and he went back to his room. End of story.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“If anything, we…cleared the waters.”

“Cleared the waters!”

“We talked about a lot of…unspoken stuff, you know. Like he apologized, and we talked a little about Lily and how therapy helped me a lot and just…stuff we had wanted to talk about but didn’t know how, I guess.” I pause, laughing at her facial expression. “It’s too early for me to deal with you.”

“That’s good!” She keeps her words calm, but I can tell she wants to squeal like a teenager. Thankfully she keeps it inside.

Kim and Ruth come down a little later, followed by Rachel who will be joining us for the panel later today. Bri, of course, has to tell the girls about how Rob and I “cleared the waters” last night. And they, of course, commence to teasing me about it, which I both expected and…wasn’t totally dreading.

I haven’t felt this giddy in a long time. Sue me.

Thankfully while all this is happening, Rob, Rich, and the rest of the band are out and about, wandering off somewhere. But they should be coming back soon. I think our panel starts in a while.

“What time are we on?” Rachel asks.

“I was just wondering that,” I chuckle. “Anyone?”

One of the handlers, Lindsey, hears us talking and answers for us. “In thirty minutes.” Then she pauses, glancing around. “Where is everyone?”

We all laugh, Kim replying with, “They ran away.”

No less than a second later, though, the band comes back in…minus Rob and Rich.

I hear Lindsey mutter, “Fucking hell,” under her breath, causing me to snicker. “Am I gonna have to call Hillary?” Hillary is their handler, who should be with them when they’re not in the green room, but they all tend to sneak away.

Billy laughs loudly before saying, “No, they’re coming.”

“Eventually,” I add, smirking.

They wander. It’s a running joke.

The joke doesn’t last too long this time, though, because Rob and Rich do come back to the green room a few moments later. Well, Hillary comes in first, followed a moment later by the boys. We applaud them loudly, breaking into laughter when Rob flips us off.

They walk over to the table where all of us girls are sitting—Well, Rob does…Rich follows with this mischievous grin on his face.

I give him a strange look before focusing back on Rob who had originally said hey to me and placed a hand on my arm. “Hey. Where were you guys?”

Rich just about chokes from trying to hold back some kind of retort. Rob glares at him before answering me. “Just walking around.”

I raise an eyebrow at the both of them. “Okay…”

“We need to go start talking,” Rich announces, clapping Rob on the shoulder before turning away toward the band.

“I guess that’s my cue,” Rob laughs, those eyes of his sparkling. “See you in a few minutes.”

“See you,” I smile. And much to my surprise with how neurotic he is, he leans down and presses a kiss to the top of my head before walking away.

By the time I turn back to the girls, I am a blushing mess. And they are all trying to look completely unfazed, even though I can tell every single one of them wants to point it out and say something.

But they don’t. I only get four extremely knowing smiles before Rachel asks who all is singing at the concert, and our conversation moves to that before we have to go onstage.

+++

Thirty minutes later, we are being ushered onstage. We all choose to walk around the curtains to the ramp so we can walk up with Rachel. The screams are deafening, as they typically are, but it never fails to make us grin.

And I absolutely can’t help myself from smiling so wide when I see Rob standing there, singing his heart out. He glances at me through the corner of his eye, a grin breaking out over his face when he sees me.

We’re acting like we literally didn’t just see each other a few minutes ago.

I catch a glimpse of Rich, who is smiling and shaking his head at us as the song finishes, the crowd applauding the band and screaming some more.

“Atlanta, Georgia,” Rich begins, but then stops himself, looking to me. “Sarah? Any words?”

I gladly take over. “Hi Atlanta!” More screaming. “Are any of you from this area? Or around here?” More screaming. “Good! Okay, that makes me so happy. I’m from here, twenty minutes south, so this is my home. I’m also currently working here, so I’m in the city a lot for filming at the moment. It’s good to be in my hometown for one of these things.” I pause. “How many of you traveled in for this?” More screaming. “That’s a lot, okay,” I pause to laugh when everyone else onstage with me raises their hands. “I know you guys did. Anyway. Thank you for coming to visit! I hope you give yourselves some time to explore before you go back home. And thank you for showing interest here! Creation saw that and heard you guys, so keep spreading it so we can keep bringing these guys back.” Another round of screaming.

“Would you like my job?” Rich teases, causing me to laugh. Rob laughs too, hanging onto the mic as he studies my face. I could feel him looking at me the whole time I spoke, and I tried not to focus on it, but I did a little. “I couldn’t have said it better myself. We’re gonna get off here and let you hang out with them. Have fun, ladies!”

We all tell them goodbye, waving as they exit. I wave toward Rob, earning a wink and wave in return.

Butterflies. That’s weird.

Okay, panel time. Focus.

I do focus, actually, and manage to make it through the panel remaining focused. This panel has always been a sort of wisdom/motherly panel, meaning most questions are asking for some advice or indirectly asking about something the person needs to hear. Which Kim, our ever-present wisdom provider, absolutely loves.

And eventually, as I knew it would, there is a question about how I am doing.

“I’m doing really good,” I smile. “I talked about it yesterday, but I’ll briefly talk again just for those who are wondering and weren’t here. Um, I’m a lot better. I got the help I needed and actually listened and worked on myself this time, so when I say I’m doing good, I mean it this time.” I look around me at the ladies sitting next to me. “I thankfully had an amazing support system, not just from these ladies, but from my family – who is actually here today. My parents and little sister are out there somewhere,” I chuckle. “But I am in a lot better shape than I was when I left. I just also wanted to thank all of you guys,” I gesture to the crowd, “for being so unbelievably supportive and kind about the whole situation. Really, thank you.” I quit talking and start applauding, the crowd and the girls joining in with me.

I feel Bri’s hand on my arm as the clapping is beginning to die down, and I look over, seeing her mic at her lips. “I just want to say – and her family can probably attest for this – I have known you for, how long now? Five, six years?”

I nod. “I think.”

“And in those six years, you, right now, are probably at your happiest and brightest that I have ever seen you. And I am just so damn proud of you for getting the help you needed and helping yourself get better.”

Rachel, on my left, leans over into a hug. Briana joins, Kim and Ruth following a second later as the crowd cheers. But we’re all trying not to cry from the looks of it.

“I love you guys,” I laugh, wiping under my eyes.

+++

After the panel, we’re back to hanging out in the green room while Misha does his panel. I have some photos and autographs today, but that’s not until after lunch.

Rob made the mistake of leaving his guitar unattended by the table, so naturally, that’s the first thing I pick up. All of the other girls are gone, surprisingly, so I’m alone for the moment. I thought about finding Anna in the crowd and hanging out with her during Misha’s panel, but I think I need some quiet time to myself for a minute.

I lean back against the wall, sitting on the floor, as I mess with his guitar. I haven’t played in literal years. I can’t remember the last time I held one of these things. Piano is different; I’ve played piano nearly every day since I’ve had access to one after rehab and all. But I don’t have a guitar, and…I used to play Rob’s anyway.

Anna must have me in a Taylor Swift mood because the first song I can think to play (and remember) is ‘Begin Again’.

I start humming, only singing really in half-voice because I’m just messing around. “Took a deep breath in the mirror/He didn’t like it when I wore high heels, but I do/Turn the lock and put my headphones on/He always said he didn’t get this song, but I do…” I smile softly, thinking about that boyfriend I had – Andrew. He really hated it when I wore my heels. He wasn’t much taller than me to begin with, so I think the heels made him furious. I hate that I stopped wearing them whenever I went out with him. “Walked in expecting you’d be late, but you got here early, and you stand and wave/I walk to you/You pull my chair out and help me in, and you don’t know how nice that is/but I do.” I breathe. “And you’d throw your head back laughing like a little kid/I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did,” I smile, already hearing Rob’s laugh echo in my mind. “I’ve been spending the last eight months/thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end.”

My phone buzzes under my leg, prompting me to stop playing.

My cheeks are red before I can even think.

>Rob: I don’t want to interrupt…but you sound really pretty

I roll my eyes, yelling out, “Just come in already.”

The backstage door swings open, Rob walking in…without Rich or the band, surprisingly.

I furrow my eyebrows. “Where’d they go?”

“Lunch,” he replies. “I’m supposed to be meeting them…but I remembered I left something.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, I didn’t leave anything,” he laughs, his eyes sparkling again. “And they’re bringing lunch back.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he groans, sitting down on the floor next to me. “We need to rehearse for tonight.”

“Oh, right,” I chuckle, sliding his guitar off my lap. “When are we gonna have time?”

He sighs, widening his eyes. “After the contests and stuff.” He pauses, looking over at me. “You’ve got this.”

I laugh. “Oh, I know I do.”

He gives me a wide-eyed look, which only furthers my laughter until we’re both laughing, leaning into each other and holding onto one another until we can calm down.

“It’ll be okay,” I finally say in all seriousness. I nudge his arm, smiling. “I’ll have you up there with me.”

He looks surprised. “Having me up there helps?”

I nod. “I think we’re both so neurotic we balance each other out.”

He hums then, trying not to smile. “That makes sense.” He reaches over me – literally over my body, and I have to restrain myself from saying anything, but I think the blush that crosses my cheeks says it all – to grab his guitar, the body knocking into our knees as he props it up on his lap. “What were you singing earlier?”

“Oh,” I laugh. “It was a Taylor Swift song. But it’s your turn, you pick.”

And so, he starts playing ‘Help You,’ another one of my favorites from them.

I’m not ashamed to say that by the end of it, my head is on his shoulder as we harmonize randomly, softly.

And I’m even less ashamed to say I fall asleep.

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joanquill · 2 years

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Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist II

Guide: Fluff: 💞 Angst: 💧 Songfic: 🎶 Sensitive: ⚠️ Platonic: ✨

|HEADCANONS/SCENARIOS|

🔤SFW ALPHABET🔤

Moran + Sherlock

William + Louis

Mycroft Holmes

Albert Moriarty

Von Herder

James Bonde

Zack Paterson

Fred Porlock

Billy the Kid

💟RELATIONSHIPS💟

Being In A Relationship With Them

Moriarty Brothers

Moran, Bonde, + Porlock

Sherlock + John

Mycroft Holmes

Charles Milverton

Billy the Kid

Your Relationship after the Time Skip

Sherlock Holmes

Love Languages

Falling In Love

Moriarty Brothers

Jealousy

Moriarty Brothers

Sherlock (Bonus: Clingy!S/O)

Mycroft + Sebastian

Getting Rejected

Albert + William

First Time Holding Hands

William + Sherlock

Bragging/Gushing About Them

Albert + Mycroft

Taking Care of Sick!S/O

Moriarty Brothers

Sherlock Holmes

S/O Taking Care of Them When They're Sick

Moriarty Brothers

Jumping Into Their Arms

Moriarty Brothers

S/O Receiving Love Letters and Vice Versa

Albert Moriarty

Fighting and Making Up 💧 -> 💞

Moriarty Brothers

Moran, Bonde, + Porlock

Cheating on You 💧

Albert Moriarty

🎉CELEBRATIONS🎉

S/O's Birthday

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

Their Birthday

Moriarty Brothers

Valentine's Day

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

💍DOMESTIC/MARRIAGE💍

Wedding Day

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

Married Life

Sherlock, Sebastian, + William

Domestic Headcanons

Moriarty Brothers

👶PREGNANCY👶

Pregnancy

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

Sebastian Moran

Childbirth

Albert, Moran, + Sherlock

Having Children

Moriarty Brothers

💃SPECIFIC CHARACTER💃

William James Moriarty

Fem!S/O with Maladaptive Daydream Disorder (MDD) [VERY SHORT!]

Subordinate!Reader ✨

Albert James Moriarty

Brat!S/O

Sugar Daddy Albert

Seamstress!S/O

🔃RANDOM🔃

|Shorts/Scenarios|

Going on a Date with James Bonde + Sebastian Moran

Spending Summer Together with William + Sherlock

Simple Moments with William + Sherlock 💞

Hiding from a Stalker with the Moriarty Brothers + Von Herder

|Headcanons|

William and Sherlock's S/O's

Albert & William Crushing on The Same Fem!S/O

Russian!S/O with Sherlock, Sebastian, Albert, + William

Sweet Tooth S/O with Albert, Mycroft, + Sebastian

Chubby!Fem!Reader with Albert + Sebastian

Smart!Reader with William and Sherlock

Strong!Reader with the Moriarty Gang

Flat-Chested!S/O with Albert, Sebastian, + Bonde

Asexual!S/O with Albert + Sebastian

Jack's Niece with Albert, William, Louis, Mycroft, + Sherlock

Back Scratches with the Moriarty Brothers

Tattooed, Pierced, (and other details) Reader with Albert + Sherlock

Apothecary!Reader with the Moriarty Brothers + Billy

In-Laws

Albert & Louis with Their Sister-In-Law

Jack Renfield with William's S/O

William & Louis with Albert's S/O

Siblings

Moriarty Brothers with Holmes' Younger Sister

Sherlock with Moriarty's Younger Sister

Childhood Friends

Moriarty Brothers + Bonus

S/O Wearing Glasses

William, Sebastian, Fred, + Herder

Sherlock, Watson, + Billy

Self Harm ⚠️

[Moriarty Bros, Moran, + Porlock]

|NON x READERS|

Modern!AU

Sherlock + William

Albert, Louis, Moran, Porlock, + Bonde

Christmas Headcanons

YuuMori Masterlist I (ONE SHOTS)

Events Masterlist

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #masterlist #sfw alphabet #headcanons #imagines

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stardusttkachuk-main · 7 years

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Cuddle-able

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Warnings: fluff, some swearing

Word Count: 1,077

Prompt: Rob and Y/N have been dating for a few months now, having kept their relationship a total secret for the majority of it. Once they let their friends in on the secret, it’s smooth sailing, until they forget the fans don’t know yet and Misha accidentally outs them.

Prompt 2: this fic is based off of the Facebook live video Misha did forever ago. I couldn’t get over how cute and cuddly Rob looked on the couch.

A/N: don’t judge me: I made the gif myself. I’m not very good, as you can tell, but I can’t for the life of me find a gif of Rob curled up on the couch and I desperately needed it for this fic. You guys! @crispychrissy was nice enough to make me a better quality gif of Rob on the couch! I’m so thankful for the kind gesture, it looks much better than anything I could’ve ever done so thank you again so so much!

A/N 2: I’m also bad at making Instagram edits, but also there are no lookalikes of Rob so deal.

(gif courtesy of @crispychrissy)

When the volunteer brought in the blankets and pillows, you were quick to snatch one up of each and claim your spot on the couch. Everyone was busy, so you really had nothing to do. You planned on catching a cat-nap before the concert tonight. You threw your headphones in, curled up onto the couch and closed your eyes.

You woke to the door slamming and some rather rambunctious voices swirling around.

“Hey,” someone voiced a little softer. You opened your eyes just in time to see Rob place his finger to his lips and point at you. When he turned his head, he hung it in defeat. “Or not. She’s already awake.”

“Yeah, thanks a lot,” you grumbled teasingly.

“Pillows!” Richard yelled, tossing one on the floor and then throwing two blankets down with it. “I’m gonna be a burrito.” You giggled as he set up camp in front of the couch you were laying on.

Rob made his way over to you, climbing in behind you on the couch that was not nearly big enough for two. After a couple of months of sneaking around with Rob, the cast eventually found out the two of you were dating, which made conventions and set life a lot easier, but the fans had yet to know.

Misha joined you all backstage. He and Mark were waiting for their autograph booths to be set up and everything to be ready for them, so they took the time to hang out and talk for a little while.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna do a live stream, is that alright?” He asked. No one had any complaints until you realized he was filming this for the fans, meaning that if the fans saw you all curled up against Rob, there would definitely be some questions.

Rob noticed too, and as Misha panned his way to Rich, you tried your hardest to get out of frame as quickly as possible. Rob’s eyes followed you as you stood, giving you a kind smile and shifting onto his back on the couch. You moved over to Chris and Matt, tucking yourself between them.

Rob talked to the camera lazily, his eyes shifting towards you every couple of seconds. Rich had a tendency to make everyone laugh and he was doing just that, joking about being the band's spoon and even letting Billy Moran cuddle up to him. You giggled on the sidelines as Misha panned the phone your way.

“And look at these three, all on their feet,” he said. Chris and Matt both puckered their lips to place kisses on your forehead and you leaned your chin on your fist, smiling happily.

“So yeah. This is it. Exciting stuff,” Misha continued.

“Rock and roll,” Rob added. Misha ended the vlog with a closeup on Rich’s face, letting him whine about his lack of sleep. His own fault, you figured.

You joined Rob back on the couch, frowning as he spoke an apology in your ear. You turned over to face him, resting your head against his chest. You didn’t want to talk about his apology, so instead, you simply closed your eyes and let yourself rest with him.

No matter how hard he tried, Rob could never sneak out without waking you up. Whether the two of you were in bed together, or it was a time like right now on the couch, he always failed at escaping without disrupting your slumber.

“I have to go pull Kim and Bri off stage, I’ll be back,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips.

You took a glance around the room at all your friends gathered there. Now it was just Misha, Chris and Matt. “Sorry I fell asleep on y’all,” you apologized with a laugh. The three men chuckled too.

“It's okay. We only took pictures of you while you slept. Rob wouldn't let us draw a mustache,” Matt teased.

You giggled with an eye roll and sat up on the couch, taking the blanket with you. “Did I miss anything?” They shook their heads and you smiled. “Did you guys nap?”

“Mark and Rich did,” Misha answered. “The rest of us talked.”

“So serious question,” Matt interrupted. There was a spring in his voice like he had been keeping back this question all day. “How come you and Rob haven't told the fans about your relationship?”

“There's not really a need to?” You mentioned, a bit taken aback by the question. “The timing isn't really right either. I know fans have their suspicions and such but we haven't been together that long. You guys only found out about a month ago, and he and I had only been keeping it a secret for a couple months before that.”

“Have you talked about telling the fans?” Matt pressed on.

“Yeah, of course. I just don't think he or I are ready yet. Why the sudden interest in it?”

“You didn't get out of frame quick enough,” Misha mumbled, his head hanging low in sorrow.

“You guys are weird. What frame?”

“The Facebook live video,” Misha responded. “In all fairness, they think the two of you are really cute.”

You were every bit confused, trying to retrace your steps and think about what Facebook live video you had been on when you were with Rob. Then it hit you. The couch; the video that happened just an hour or so ago. “Ohhhh,” you drug out, shaking your head.

“Hey, don’t feel bad,” you said, noticing Misha’s frown. “You warned us and I don’t think you were purposely trying to expose us.”

“Actually he was,” Matt interrupted. “That’s was his whole plan all along.”

You laughed, throwing your pillow at him. “You’re an ass. I bet you put him up to it!”

“Innocent until proven guilty.”

“Matt Cohen, you are always guilty of something,” you teased.

“Rob’s gonna be real happy you’re cool with this,” Matt smiled.

“Y’all have a panel tomorrow. I’ll let him spill the beans then.”

“He’s not going to wait that long,” Matt laughed, earning a nod from Misha and Chris.

Of course, they were right. When Rob found out you were okay with letting the fans know about your relationship, he didn’t hesitate to pick his favorite picture of you two and share it on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. He chose one from today, you two at your most relaxed moment, unedited and unscripted. In his words, just perfect.

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internationalfandomgirl · 7 years

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Ready Steady

Characters: Rob x reader, Louden Swain, Various Spn Actors

Length: 595 (my shortest one ever!)

Summary: You are Billy's older sister and Louden Swain's number one fan. Maybe you are harboring some feelings for a particular blue eyed band member.

A/N: This is part of @natasha-cole #Nat’s 400 Follower Challenge on Tumblr where my prompt was “If I gave you a kiss would you give me your funny face-Ready Steady". This is my first Swain fic, and I really did not have great inspiration for it sadly, but I hope you like it. Short and sweet. I post all of my fics on this blog, but I originally talked to you as @internationalmusicteacher

You hadn’t missed a single gig that Louden Swain has played other than Supernatural conventions since you are Billy’s older sister. You could argue that you were their biggest fan. Over the years the band has become your best friends and brothers. Sometimes you would host the band at your house and join them in jamming with some of the Supernatural cast. The cast loved you and had asked for you to join them at Vegascon since you had never been to a convention and it was somewhat close to you.

The energy in the green room was buzzing with excitement as the Saturday Night Special was about to start. You watched the cast prepare to sing and get themselves. As you were taking a sip of your drink an arm came around your shoulder. You look up to see Jensen standing next to you smiling. “It’s a little different backstage for SNS compared to regular Swain shows huh Y/N?”

“Yea, a bit. I mean it’s usually the guys, myself, and Rich. It is nice to have some other people around. Backstage is kind of boring with just Rich. Don’t get me wrong he is fun, but it is more fun to have more friends with me backstage. Besides, I have been looking forward to tonight for a while right now.” You smiled knowing that he had no idea why you were looking forward to tonight.

About ¾ of the way through the concert you hear Rob start to introduce the next guest singer. “Alright folks, we have a really special guest tonight. Those of you who follow us, meaning Swain not Supernatural, you are going to know her. She is loved by many and the sister of our beloved Billy. Ladies and gentleman Y/N Moran!” Backstages you smile walking up the steps onto stage, you can hear your friends gasping in surprise. You returned from the stage having sang an awesome duet with Rob.

“Wow Y/N, that was really great,” Jensen exclaimed giving you a side hug as everyone walked into the green room after the concert. You have him a smile before sitting down. Most of the cast have never heard you sing unless they have been at jam sessions. “Everyone ready to go out to drink for the after party?” Most said yes and headed towards the door. You stood up to follow Jensen out.

“Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment,” Rob questioned you grabbing your arm before you stepped out the door. You shrug a simple yes, which makes him smile. “You did really well today, I would love to work with you on a song for our next album.”

“Thanks, I had fun. As far as the next album though, can I have some time to think and then we can talk more about it later?”

“Sure, that would be good.” Rob all of a sudden leans in to you and gives you a kiss. Surprised, you pull back from him. “Now that was a funny face!” You blush before hitting him on the shoulder. “Y/N, I think it is pretty obvious I have feelings for you and….” his sparkling blue eyes look directly into yours, “I’m fairly certain you feel the same way.”

“Yes,” you mumble quietly which causes Rob to have a huge smile on his face before he leans in a kisses once more.

“Alright. Ready? Steady? On!” He points towards the door taking your hand and leads you off too meet up with the rest of the group.

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natasha-cole · 5 years

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Worlds Collide Chapter 28

Summary: Reader and Billy take some time to enjoy their new engagement privately.

Word Count: 1821

Warnings: just fluffiness

Notes: Just a short little chapter to follow up on that proposal.

Masterlist

It took you a few minutes to comprehend the fact that Billy had actually accepted your proposal. He hadn’t said no, he wasn’t emasculated because you had been the one to ask, and he wasn’t running away from you just yet.

Instead, he was watching you adoringly, seemingly amused by your state of shock now that his has worn off in the aftermath of your sudden question.

Honestly, you didn’t really know how to react because you didn’t even plan any of that out. It had all been so spur of the moment, you just acting on a feeling without having thought through it first.

“Did you get me a ring at least?” He asked, trying to make light of the situation when he realized you were speechless.

“Uh, no…”

You felt your face heat up, embarrassed that you just acted in the moment without really planning things. He deserved better than this, but he had still said yes.

“I guess I’ll let it slide,” he grinned.

“Did you- did you really just say yes?” You asked finally.

“I did. Please don’t tell me that you were just joking when you asked, because I’m going to be really embarrassed if that was a joke.”

“It wasn’t a joke,” you assured him. “I just- asked without really thinking about it… I thought for sure you’d laugh at me.”

“So, you don’t want to marry me?” He asked.

He looked almost hurt as he tried to piece together what had just happened and why.

“That’s not what I mean,” you said quickly. “I mean, I did ask… and I meant that part. I just- I was thinking it and didn’t realize I’d ask it out loud. I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“Hey, the love of my life asks me to marry her, I’m gonna say yes,” he smiled.

“You’re really not embarrassed that I asked you?”

“Not at all. If you hadn’t asked me, then I’d have to ask you and I’ve been a mess for months thinking of a way to do it.”

“You were gonna ask me?”

“The thought crossed my mind,” he answered. “I just didn’t know if you were ready for that.”

“And you think I’m ready for marriage just because I asked you first?” You laughed. “I don’t know what I’m doing half the time. Seriously, it just came to me and I blurted it out without even asking myself if I was ready for it… without asking you if you were ready for it.”

“We’re ready,” he replied, taking your hand in his again to reassure you.

“How do you know?”

“I just- have a feeling about us,” he said with a grin.

You decided not to argue about this one. Sure, you had surprised even yourself with asking him to marry you, but he seemed thrilled about it anyway.

You still had a long way to go when it came to bettering yourself and handling emotions, but at least in this one moment, you actually felt good about your sudden decision to go ahead and spend the rest of your life with this man. Some things were just okay as they were and didn’t require questioning and reconsideration. This moment was your first chance at really making a big life-changing decision without worrying what anyone else had to say about it.

You no longer had a publicist who was trying to separate you and Billy. You no longer had your mother constantly telling you that you didn’t deserve love. All you had was the man that you loved and even if your marriage proposal was unplanned and probably crazy, it was at least your decision to make. Something about that made you feel more free than you ever had before.

Neither of you said anything else about the proposal for the rest of the day. It was sort of exciting to have this little secret for yourselves, just like when you first started dating in secret. Only this time, it wasn’t because you worried about what everyone else would think or say about it, but because it was your moment together that you wanted to keep between you at least for the day.

The two of you stole knowing glances through the last few hours of the day, excited that you were taking this step together. Honestly, you were surprised that no one else had noticed your little display in the green room when you proposed. But, you were just fine with keeping it to yourselves for a while longer.

When the day finished up, you and Billy turned down invitations to join everyone else for dinner that evening. Most of the group would be gearing up for karaoke later, and you knew the remaining friends would definitely insist on drinks after dinner.

The two of you managed to get out of the expected hangout time without much of a fight from anyone, and found a quiet place to sit and have dinner together. It was unusual for the two of you to have much alone time during conventions, but both of you decided you would insist on at least this one night considering the events of the day.

It may have been an unplanned and unexpected proposal that wasn’t at all traditional, but you were both quite serious about it. The least you could do for the other was take a moment to just be together.

After dinner and drinks, you and Billy walked hand-in-hand back to your hotel, smiling the entire way and basking in the idea of being engaged to each other. You talked a lot about it during dinner and maybe even already discussed possible dates.

More importantly, the two of you were able to talk about something as serious as setting a date without you freaking out. Normally, the finality and seriousness of something like marriage scared you. Normally, you wouldn’t even believe that anyone could love you enough to even consider being this serious with you. Over time, those insecurities had faded mostly. The idea of spending your life with Billy didn’t scare you at all. That’s how you knew you were making the right decision.

***

When you stepped into your hotel room, you immediately kicked off your heels and sat on the bed. You watched as Billy discarded his jacket, taking just a moment to admire how perfect he was. Not only was he seriously the sweetest and most amazing man you had ever known, he was certainly easy on the eyes.

Just looking at him never failed to turn you into a lovesick mess. You realized then that he deserved a lot better than what you had given him in terms of a marriage proposal. Just as he thought you deserved the world, you thought the same about him. You wished that you could go back just a bit to perhaps plan that whole thing better. You felt sort of empowered that you had been the one to propose, so there was no way you’d want to take that back; but you could have at least tried a little harder.

“I’m sorry that proposal was… the way it was,” you said as you watched him from the bed.

“Sorry?”

“I mean, it wasn’t even romantic,” you laughed. “I just blurted it out in the greenroom during downtime. I mean, you would’ve gone all out, right? You would have come up with this huge romantic display and gotten down on one knee and had a ring and everything.”

“How do you know I would’ve done all that?”

“Because that’s the type of guy you are,” you reminded him. “Disgustingly romantic. I, on the other hand, don’t know how to be romantic.”

“You said some pretty romantic stuff,” he responded, defending your proposal. “I also think it’s really cool that you were the one to ask me, by the way. Everyone expects the guy to propose, and I really dig the fact that you are such a rebel now.”

“I’m hardly a rebel,” you said as you rolled your eyes at him. “Honestly. I don’t know what to do next. Do I really need to get you a ring since I asked? I don’t think I can afford an engagement ring right now… are you a princess cut kind of guy? It’s like I don’t even know you.”

“No engagement ring for me,” he laughed. “And honestly, we can do whatever we want. It’s our engagement and no one gets to tell us what to do. We make our own rules.”

“Because we’re rebels?” You asked.

“Yeah. We’re… untraditional. I can get you a ring though. You know, to make it official.”

“Wouldn’t that defeat the entire purpose of me being the one to propose?”

“Are you saying that you don’t want a ring?” He asked.

“Well… I didn’t really say that…”

“Then I’ll get you a ring,” he smiled.

“Now I just feel bad,” you sighed as you plopped down on the bed. “It was my idea and I didn’t even get anything for you.”

“Hey, I’m just really glad you’re the one who did all the real work,” he said as he laid down next to you. “Seriously.”

“Still, it would have been nicer if I gave you something to seal the deal.”

He hummed in response, moving closer to you so that he could kiss you. He nuzzled against your neck, placing soft kisses against your skin, instantly teasing you. He knew this move made you weak and he often used it to his advantage.

“All I need is you,” he said. “It’s all I’ve ever needed.”

“Now I feel worse because I didn’t turn down the idea of you buying me a ring,” you replied.

He shifted then, pushing himself up so that he could maneuver himself over you. He crashed his lips against yours and you grasped onto his waist, trying to pull him closer to you.

“Well,” he breathed out as he reached down to pull your shirt up, taking a moment to touch your skin.

Your breath hitched and you watched him intently, wanting him more than ever right now.

“You could tell me that a ring isn’t necessary,” he continued. “You could tell me that since we’re doing things sort of untraditionally, maybe we shouldn’t do rings at all.”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, biting your lip as his hand wandered farther up your shirt, stopping just below your breast. “But, I really want a diamond.”

This made him laugh out loud and you followed suit. He nodded in response, understanding the fact that you were sort of joking in the moment, but actually quite serious about the ring.

“Okay,” he agreed as he made eye contact. “Whatever you want.”

“Hmm,” you smiled as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck to pull him back to you. “Right now, I just want you.”

“Like I said, whatever you want.”

***

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Worlds Collide Chapter 26

Summary: Reader and Billy are back together. That’s all that matters to Reader. She has weeded out the toxic people in her life, but not without paying a price. Due to contracts that had been drawn up and agreed upon years ago, Reader parting ways with her mother and publicist could cost her everything.

Word Count: 3207

Warnings: angst, fluff, bad parenting

Notes: HELLO my lovelies! It’s been a while. I really struggled with this part, and perhaps it’s not totally realistic, but hey, I’m just a writer.

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You and Billy returned home the following day. You were still in disbelief that he had actually showed up in Vancouver just to talk to you, but the fact that he did made you remember why you loved him so much.

He was the one person in the world who never gave up on you, even if sometimes you felt like he should.

Every word that you had been too afraid to say to him had finally been said, and the forgiveness that you didn’t think you deserved had been given to you. You felt as if nothing could come in between the two of you, even when things seemed impossible.

You never thought you could be in this place again; with him, happy, loved… You chalked it up to your newfound freedom and sudden sense of accomplishment since you had removed certain people in your life. All you knew was that you would do everything in your power to never lose him again.

The two of you slipped easily back into your old ways easily. You’d spend your days together now that you were on break and he wasn’t working too much. You’d take turns spending the night at each other’s places; ordering takeout and just being together. He never brought up the things that you had done again, and you were grateful that he was willing to put all of that in the past and just move forward with you.

It helped tremendously that you didn’t have Jen or your mother breathing down your neck, encouraging you to make different choices, and demanding things from you. Now, you were free. And you had honestly never felt happier.

Things should have been really good at this point. You had worked so hard to make a better life for yourself. But, you learned rather quickly during that first week back home and back with Billy that some toxic people just don’t let go.

***

All it took was a short email to remind you that you weren’t quite in the clear yet when it came to your mother and the people who surrounded you during your entire career. Honestly, you hadn’t thought about your contracts and what all of this could mean if you chose to break those contracts. In fact, you really didn’t know much about your own contracts at all.

You turned to Billy while the two of you spent time together at your place, when you realized you didn’t quite understand what the email from your mother was getting at. All he could do was give you a concerned look as he asked to see a copy of the contract.

You hastily retrieved it and handed it over to him, hoping that he at least understood what was going on.

He spent a long time reading it over, flipping back and forth between the pages, and occasionally letting out frustrated sighs as he pushed his glasses up so that he could pinch the bridge of his nose.

“So, what exactly does this mean?” You asked, as he finally set the documents down to indicate that he was finished reading them.

“Did you not read the contracts that you signed?”

“I was young. A teenager…”

“You didn’t read them and you didn’t have a lawyer look over them,” he said.

“I- I didn’t know I had to. I think my mom had someone look them over,” you argued. “I was told that everything was in my best interest.”

“By your mother?”

“She’s still my mother.”

“You let her draw this contract up, didn’t you?”

“What was I supposed to do? I wanted to just be free and she wanted to be rid of me. Regardless of our relationship, I never thought she’d screw me over.”

“Well, she did. This contract is airtight. It also completely benefits everyone but you. Please tell me you were a minor when you signed these. At least then you’d have some chance in fighting this.”

“I wasn’t. I had just turned eighteen.”

“How?” Billy began, shaking his head in confusion. “How did you get yourself into this situation in the first place? A contract between you and your manager and publicist is one thing… but how is she even involved?”

“Like I said, maybe I didn’t necessarily read anything.”

“She controls most of your finances?” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

You felt stupid right now. Back then, you had been so eager to leave home and be far away from her, and she seemed to want the same thing. When your acting career began to pick up, she was the one who contacted you about it. After a bit of berating from her, she offered to draw up contracts so that you wouldn’t get yourself into trouble. She claimed you were too childish and stupid to handle things like money and having control over those who would work for you.

She had told you that she would hire a team on your behalf. She was a smart woman who you assumed knew people and had your best interest at heart, if only to not make her look bad.

Over the years, you had realized that the people she had helping you through this were not out to help you benefit, but by the time you saw it, what could you do?

Still, you never imagined that she would purposely hurt you.

“What else does she have control over, Y/N?” Billy asked as he set the contract down.

You shrugged, blushing as he asked. You really didn’t want to tell him. You didn’t want him to know how stupid you were. “Tell me, so we can figure this out.”

“Well,” you began. “She is technically my manager... so, a lot."

“That woman…” he muttered, looking even more frustrated than before. “She has completely screwed you over. Seriously, I’m not even all the way through this contract, but I can tell you that she made absolutely sure that if you ever decided to fire any of these people working for you, it would not go well for you.”

“Okay,” you said quietly.

You stared at the ground, unsure of how to react to this. Not once had you ever read those papers. You had blindly allowed her to basically manage you without your knowledge and you really didn’t want to know more about what all of this meant for you.

“You need to read this,” he said firmly. “You need to understand it. I get that you were young and naive back then, but you have no excuse now.”

You sat across from him at the table, reaching out as he handed the stack of papers to you. He was right. You had been an idiot before and just assumed people would treat you with respect. It was time for you to know exactly what you had gotten yourself into and what the repercussions of firing everyone would do to you.

After a couple of hours of reading, and asking Billy a lot of questions on the things that you didn’t understand; which often resulted in him consulting with Rob who had a better understanding of the acting business and contracts in general; you sat there, feeling defeated and ready to cry.

“What does this mean?” You asked again.

“It means that if you choose to go through with letting everyone go and breaking this contract, you might be getting yourself into a bad situation.”

“So, my choices are; do what I’ve needed to do for years and in return be completely miserable; or, keep these people in my life, no matter how miserable they make me so I don’t lose everything?”

“It’s not even a decision, Y/N,” Billy replied. “You can't let them stay in your life like this. You can’t let them continue to have this power over you.”

“I break this contract, and they get everything. Is that what you’re saying?”

“I don’t know for sure, but that’s what it looks like,” he said honestly. “Look, I don’t know a lot about all of this. My advice would be to get real advice from a lawyer. You have a lawyer, right?”

“I do,” you replied.

“Do you have a lawyer that wasn’t hired by your mother?”

You frowned, realizing that everyone that your mother had surrounded you with were people that she handpicked. There was no way you’d be getting real help from anyone that technically worked for her.

“Maybe I need to find a different lawyer,” you stated.

***

You had been advised to meet with a lawyer that was recommended to you by Rob as soon as possible. He was pretty certain that there wasn’t much you could do, but if anyone would know, it would be a lawyer.

You found yourself in a stuffy meeting room, anxious and early for your appointment. You fidgeted in your seat, now wishing that you had asked Billy to come with you, but knowing that this was something you had to do on your own. Still, Billy had such a calming effect on you and he would have been really useful right now.

You waited for a few minutes until a man entered the room. You recognized him as the lawyer that Rob had sent you the contact information of.

He sat down across from you, his eyes meeting yours as he let out a drawn out sigh. Right away, you knew this was not going to be a good meeting.

“Hello, Ms. Y/L/N,” he started. He reached out to shake your hand and you obliged, nodding at him and letting out a quick ‘hello’ in return.

“Well, I’ve familiarized myself with your case and your contract, and I think we should cut to the chase.”

“Please do,” you said quietly, eager to hear that perhaps it wasn’t all a lot cause.

“I’m obligated to let you know that your mother has offered to renegotiate the terms of the contract, as long as you agree to keep on all staff that worked for you.”

“Then no,” you said quickly. “That’s not an option.”

He eyed you and you were unsure if he thought of you as a complete idiot or maybe a pretty smart woman considering the circumstances and that mess of a contract.

“Alright. Then let’s discuss this.”

He opened a file folder and began to shuffle through paperwork. You suddenly became nervous as his expression remained rather stoic.

“You’re already in breach of contract. In doing so, you’re legally obligated to pay settlements to all fired employees binded to the contract.”

“That’s a lot of people,” you chuckled.

“It is,” he said sternly. “You also paid each of your employees a lot of money as it was.”

“Of course I did.”

“It’s also not funny.”

“Okay.”

“After talking in great length with your accountant,” he continued, “I’m concerned. Your savings is not what is usual for a celebrity of your status.”

“Well, I paid my employees really well apparently, and what can I say? I also have expensive taste.”

“Yes, and hardly enough money to cover the costs calculated to pay these settlements.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re going to find yourself in a lot more legal trouble than you thought.”

“How much?” You asked. “How much money do I have and what do I have to come up with?”

He passed you a slip of paper and you cautiously opened it to read it. You were more broke than you thought. It didn’t help that you had an unknown number of people possibly dipping into your saving, and your acquired expensive taste in belongings also didn’t help.

“Okay, how much do I need to cover these costs?”

“Well, we made a quick estimation; settlement costs, my fees… everything… you could lose your house, Y/N. Your car… anything of value could be taken if you can’t afford to pay these settlements.”

You sucked in a breath and leaned back in your chair as you took a moment to let it all sink in. Of course. Of course this was happening right now. Not only was it almost impossible to remove that woman for your life, she had ensured that it would be financially difficult to so if you chose to walk away and cut ties.

No matter what you did, it was as if she was one step ahead, making sure that you suffered.

“Can I fight this?” You asked finally, praying that there was some sliver of hope that you could possibly win and walk away from this unscathed.

“Honestly, no,” he replied. “That’s your signature on the contract. It’s a legal document and it’s very well written. No stone was left unturned here to make sure that the people who work for you get theirs in the end.”

“What are my options?”

“Well, you can take up the offer to renegotiate the terms, possibly avoid any financial burden from this; or you pay everyone what you promised them should a breach of contract happen.”

“That’s… that’s a lot of money,” you said, now trying to fight back tears. “A lot of money that I don’t have.”

“Well, you do have assets,” he continued. “I know it’s not ideal having to start all over, but selling your property would likely cover these costs.”

“So, I can just sell my house, my car, all my stuff; and I can pay these fees and be done with it all?”

“Well, by calculations, yes you could do that. You’d be left with nothing really in the end though. Are you sure this isn’t a situation that can’t be handled otherwise. Not many actors get the offer for a renegotiation.”

“Absolutely not,” you said sternly. “I can’t- I can’t let that woman control any part of my life anymore. I’ll do anything to get rid of her.”

“So…” he hesitated, watching you as you let the options replay in your mind once again.

“So, I’ll do it. I’ll just walk away. They can have whatever. I don’t care.”

“Look, this is only our first day meeting about this. I just want to make sure you understand the seriousness of the situation. We can discuss it more in depth, see if we can’t find other options…”

“I don’t want that. I just want to be done with this. With her.”

“So, it appears that you’ve made a decision.”

“Yes, I have. Just tell me what I need to do to end this.”

***

You walked away from that meeting feeling defeated. The weight of the reality of what was to come was a lot for you to carry. Everything that you had worked so hard for, would be gone. Everything that you had earned in spite of her would now be hers.

It was poetic in a way. Of course the victim here would eventually lose everything to her tormentor. Still, you had also worked so hard at becoming a stronger person; a person who could be on her own and who could make decisions for herself. In a way, you felt proud for still choosing to walk away. You figured the reality of it would come later when you were truly left with nothing.

You called Billy as you got into your car, asking him to meet you for lunch so that you could talk to him about what had happened.

He agreed and you took a deep breath as you hung up the phone, now focused on your next destination

***

Over lunch, you explained the meeting to Billy in as much detail as you could recall. It had been a lot to take in and it was still a lot to register.

“Wow,” he breathed out when you had finished your explanation. “I- I really thought you might have had some chance in fighting some of that.”

“It is what it is,” you chuckled.

“So, they’re really just going to drain your bank account?” He asked as if he couldn’t even believe it himself.

“Well, I’m paying a lot of money in settlements to break this contract. Then there’s the lawyer fees…”

“Well, you’ll be done with it all though,” he replied hopefully. “That’ll be a relief. And hey, you’re amazing. You’ll get amazing jobs and make even more money.”

“Yeah, I also was already kinda broke though. I didn’t realize… but I spent a lot of money and possibly overpaid people who worked for me.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m selling my house,” you said. “And my car and anything else of value.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Who knew that if I really wanted her out of my life, it would mean she would screw me over?”

“So, now what?” He asked.

“I’m not really sure,” you sighed. “I expect I’ll be okay, once this is all done and over with and I can manage my own career from here on out, or maybe hire a real manager.”

“So, you’re really just broke and homeless now?”

He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you in disbelief.

“Hmm,” you hummed in response. “It’s actually quite humbling.”

“I guess I better pay for lunch then,” he smiled.

Perhaps it wasn’t really a joking manner, after all, you were still trying to process the seriousness of it all. But, you couldn’t help but smile back at him. Maybe it was the fact that you felt some relief over being done with these people, even if it meant losing everything; or maybe it was the way that he sat across from you, that warm smile peeking out from behind that mess of a beard and those gorgeous eyes looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Whatever it was, you felt okay. You honestly felt that, as long as you had him next to you, you’d be fine.

“And I guess you can sleep at my place tonight,” he added. “Not sure what you’ll do after that though.”

“I’ll manage. Anything I make now that I’m out of that contract is mine, I think. And, hey! I have actual friends now, I’m sure someone will give me a place to crash.”

“Stop it,” he said as he rolled his eyes. “I’m joking. I mean, my place isn’t as nice as yours was, but if you need a place to stay…”

“I couldn’t intrude…”

“Of course I’m offering, Y/N.”

“I really hate it when people pity me,” you whined.

“It’s not pity,” he said firmly. “It’s just love.”

You gave him an honest smile. Nothing felt better than to hear that word come from his lips as he directed it at you. Yeah, you would be fine.

“God, I really do love you,” you reminded him.

“You know, maybe it’s for the best that you’re down on your luck. I don’t know if I would have built up the courage to convince you to move in with me otherwise.”

“Move in with you?”

“Might as well,” he shrugged. “I kinda like having you around. And I also think that you kinda need me right now.”

“Well, regardless of my behavior in the past, you should know that you are all I ever needed all along.”

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Just a Kiss

I had to take a pause from Fic Title Game requests to write this before I lost it. Inspired by the idea for the title Audience of One from the game, obviously with a different title.

Billy Moran x Reader

Summary: Reader has finally agreed to perform at SNS with the band and she’s a nervous wreck. Since Rob is too busy to rehearse with her, Billy is there to at least play guitar and help her through it. A private rehearsal between the two leads to an unexpected duet and an even more unexpected connection.

Word Count: 1,354

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

Notes: I used the song “Just a Kiss” by Lady Antebellum because it popped up on my playlist as I was trying to think of a good duet song.

“Y/N, calm down,” Billy said softly.

You glanced up at him, not amused with his smirk as he rubbed your arms, trying to calm the impending panic attack that you were bringing on yourself.

“Calm down?” You bit out. “I just agreed to sing at the concert… in front of PEOPLE… and you want me to calm down?”

“You’re going to be amazing,” he assured you. “I’ve heard you sing, you’re fantastic.”

“This is… different. There will be actual people watching me and hearing me.”

“I’m gonna pretend that you didn’t just insinuate that I am not a real person,” he laughed in return. “Look, you just need to rehearse a bit and I think it’ll relax you.”

“How am I going to rehearse when my singing partner is literally busy all day long?” You asked, now feeling the panic rise more. “Rob says we can rehearse just before the show, but that’s not enough time!”

“Okay, look, I’ll rehearse with you,” he offered. “I’m not much of a singer, but at least you’ll get a little more practice in.”

“Really? You’ll do that for me?”

“Of course,” he said as he stepped away to grab his guitar. “We can go to the other room and just practice together for a bit.”

You followed him, grateful that he was taking time out of his break to help you out. Honestly, you were more grateful to have a moment alone with him.

“What are you going to sing?” He asked as he sat down and began to tune his guitar.

You sat next to him, anxious now as you let out a deep breath.

“Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum.”

“Good song,” he smiled as he looked at you.

He took a moment to practice the chords, jogging his memory of the song before he turned to you and nodded.

“Got it,” he said.

You nodded in return as he began to play. You began to sing, hitting your cue, but starting out shakily.

Lyin' here with you so close to me It's hard to fight these feelings When it feels so hard to breathe Caught up in this moment Caught up in your smile

Your voice faltered through your first verse, but Billy kept going, picking up on his verse before you had the chance to completely freak out and give up.

I've never opened up to anyone So hard to hold back When I'm holding you in my arms

You almost forgot to join him on the chorus as you were taken by surprise by his voice. You had heard him sing plenty of times. Usually he was so reserved and quiet, not willing to really get into singing as he often thought of himself as just a filler on some songs.

But this time, he didn’t hold back. You had never heard him quite like this. He had closed his eyes through his verse, really getting into making sure he let his voice be heard.

As you finally joined him on the chorus, he looked right at you, still playing as your voices began to blend seamlessly together. You felt chills when you realized that you sounded absolutely perfect together.

We don't need to rush this Let's just take it slow Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright And I don't want to mess this thing up I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight

The two of you worked through the song, almost as if this weren’t even just a rehearsal anymore, but an actual performance. Your voices filled the space, and you never broke eye contact.

By the end of the song, your heart was racing and you felt exhilarated, as if you had just performed in front of thousands of people. Your interest in him that had been present for so long was heightened now. You didn’t know if it was because of the song and the fact that you had just sang it perfectly with him, or if it was because you adored him so much; but, you were now trying to catch your breath, still watching him as he stopped playing. You felt that the two of you had definitely just had a moment together, some kind of connection that you had never experienced with anyone before.

“Wow,” he breathed out as he set his guitar down and looked at you. “You and Rob are going to sound amazing together?”

“You think?” You asked, now trying to bring yourself out of your thoughts.

“Sure,” he smiled. “You have an amazing voice. It’s going to work well with his.”

You let out a soft chuckle and he looked at you, confusion present on his face.

You figured it was now or never. You had spent a lot of time pining over him and wondering if he might have any interest in you. After this moment together, you knew you had to find out finally.

“Well, I don’t know if Rob and I have the right… chemistry together to do this song justice.”

“What do you mean? It’ll be perfect.”

“I just mean… I don’t know… I thought you and I sounded really good together.”

You saw a slight blush form on his cheeks and he broke eye contact as he nervously choked out a cough. Maybe you had embarrassed him without meaning to. Maybe you were wrong to think that he might be interested in you.

“Well, I’m not a singer,” he replied. “But thanks for the compliment.”

“Are you sure?” You asked. “Because that sounded like singing to me.”

“I was just trying to help. You’ll sound better with him.”

“I disagree,” you said. “I think you and I have just the right chemistry for a song like that.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying… if you’d like to… maybe you and I could just perform the song together. I’m sure the rest of the guys won’t mind, and I know for a fact the fans won’t mind.”

“I only when it’s absolutely necessary,” he responded. “Like, if Rob’s gone or I need to take over someone else’s part.”

“I think this is a case of you singing being absolutely necessary.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to sing it with anyone else,” you said as you hesitantly reached out to touch his hand, hoping that you weren’t overstepping.

After a few months of the two of you stealing glances at each other and innocently flirting, you sort of felt that there had been something between the two of you that you were both just avoiding. Singing with him just now, and having this brief moment of some sort of connection, only made you feel as if you couldn’t keep avoiding it. Right now, you just hoped you had read him right.

“You haven’t even heard yourself with him yet,” he reminded you.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I need to.”

Billy carefully turned his hand, allowing you to interlace your fingers with his. He looked up at you, a smile forming beneath that beard and you felt your heart skip.

“Besides, it’s a song about kissing and I really don’t want to awkwardly sing it with him because I’ll only be thinking of you the entire time.”

“You think about kissing me?” He asked.

“Maybe sometimes,” you replied, now feeling yourself blush. “Like I said, I don’t think he and I have the right chemistry for the song… but after singing it with you… I don’t know, maybe there’s some chemistry there… maybe there’s…”

“Maybe there’s something here between us?” He asked, finishing your thought.

“Yeah,” you said softly, your face heating up even more.

“There is,” he said, tightening his grip on your hand.

“Really?” You smiled. “And why haven’t we done anything about it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should though.”

“I would like that.”

“Maybe… just a kiss to start with,” he said softly.

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