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spookysteddie · 4 months

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That Friday Night

Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Influencer!fem!reader

read part one here

18+ MINORSDNI

cw: alcohol, drugs (weed and cocaine), clubbing, slight Dom!Eddie if you squint, possessive!Eddie, swearing, pet names, oral (fem!receiving), light choking, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, edging, creampie. (let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 4.3k (I'm so sorry)

a/n: First of all, I want to thank every single person who liked, reblogged or made comments about part one. I was shitting myself posting it because (like I said) this is not an original thought. I'd read a few and it gave me this wave of inspiration. I am very proud of this part. It's also a little long (sorry sorry sorry I couldn't stop) . Also I don't think I'll be doing a tag list? When I used to do that no one on the list would like the fic and it was a lot of work. I hope that is okay? Let me know if you want more! I love and appreciate all of you!

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You weren’t the type of person who got shy. Your entire job is being in front of a camera, telling people what you like, what you wear, the type of music you listen to. You did brand deals and went on lots of trips with people you didn’t know. Public interaction was easy for you and you definitely enjoyed it.

But being personally invited to your favorite band's concert (even if you had tickets already) as their frontman's personal guest? It makes you weak in the knees.

Telling your team about the phone call went about as good as one would expect. Anna and Case frown at you while continuing to say ‘you could’ve let it go to voicemail and we could’ve handled it directly with his people. AND why did you have him send the information directly to you?’

They weren't necessarily wrong in being upset. There were plenty of ways a conversation like that could be twisted and fucked with, especially if, for whatever reason, someone was recording the phone call. It was very easy for them to manipulate and edit that kind of shit, and drama was the last thing you wanted.

However, the rest of the week went by without an issue. The gossip magazines had moved on to something else (though there were a few who continued to speculate about your non-relationship with Eddie. You did your deals, and kept yourself busy. And by the time Friday rolled around you were hardly nervous.

Or that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“Bell bottom star pants. Absolutely,” Hana says from her place on your bathroom counter, practically in the sink. “With that black leather top you love AND the red leather jacket. Oh! Oh! Oh! And the red boots!”

You put the outfit on, looking in the mirror, “you don’t think it’s too… stereotypical?”

Hana looks at you through the mirror, “no such thing. You look great.”

Hana was one of the few people in your life who’d tell you like it is. You could trust her to tell you if her gut feelings were off, or on. She was your best friend and one of the few people who weren’t just here for the exposure. She’s here to be your cheerleader and you were hers.

“Alright, let's get this going before I change my mind which I am two seconds away from doing.”

…

You should’ve changed your mind.

You can hardly keep from throwing up as you're led by security to a private entrance. To get there you have to pass by their tour buses. All you can hear is loud music and whooping from inside. It’s clear they’re running around in there as the bus is rocking and all you can do is pray they don’t see you.

You’re far too sober for the interaction you’ll be having at this current time.

Unfortunately for you, the universe hates you. Just when you think you’re home free, the door opens, almost smacking you in the face.

“Don’t think you can get away that easy, Asher,” Eddie says as he looks down at you. His pupils are blown wide, clearly from whatever drug he’s consumed. More than likely cocaine and weed. His words aren’t slurred so he isn’t drunk, though he does have a beer bottle in his large hands.

God his hands, there have been many times where you’d imagine them wrapped around your throat, cutting off air as he fucks you like he hates you. You bet he could reach you even as he’s eating you out, he’s so tall and long.

You wish you could say the grin you shoot at him is fake, however with the way he’s looking at you, like he wants to devour and smother you, it's not. You feel like a fucking school girl who has a crush. Your heart pounds so fast in your chest and you swear everyone around you can hear it.

“We weren’t running away,” you say, voice a little breathier than you’d like. “Um this is my best friend-”

“Hana, nice to meet you,” he cuts you off. It’s then that you see his eyes get wide and you know he’s been stalking your profile. Not that you can say anything because you’ve done it… a lot. “I, uh, saw the instagram story you put up earlier.”

Hana smirks, “sure you did, big boy.” She pats his chest and is clearly much braver than you. That’s another thing about you and her, if one of you is feeling not confident, the other makes up for it. Like, on your own, asking for ketchup feels like cutting off a limb, but if she can't do it then it's up to you and vice versa.

Eddie scratches the back of his neck, his black t-shirt stretching over his wide shoulder, “want to join us? We have alcohol!”

“We would love that. Wouldn’t we?” Hana looks down at you with her brows raised, still taller than you in heels.

You nod, “yes. Yeah absolutely! Are we allowed to photograph in here?”

You know it’s a stupid thing to ask, but you also don’t want to take a photo of you and Hana and then not be able to post it. And what if you get photos with the rest of the band? Everyone already knows you’re going to be here. Just not… in this tour bus.

Eddie nods, holding out his hand, “you are allowed to do whatever you want, pretty girl. And if anyone has an issue, send them my way, yeah?” He kisses the hand you’ve placed in his before leading you up the stairs of his bus.

It's chaos in there, pure and utter chaos. You turn to look at Hana, silently telling her how insane this is. She nods slightly, but you see the grin on her face. Hana loves this stuff; the parties, the madness, all of it.

Eddie introduces you to the band, pulling you in closer by the waist. “You all need to be on your best behavior. No one touches her. Do you all understand me?” Your heart flutters at how serious he is and it instantly forces his bandmates eyes to fall to your feet. It’s impressive, actually.

Suddenly, a bottle of beer is in your hands, passed to you by Eddie. “Oh… thank you.” You can hardly look at him as a small smile forms on your lips. His attention makes you feel all kinds of funny inside, your stomach doing flips. You know you have to look at him eventually, but he’s just so pretty that it actually hurts.

“Um, so are you excited for your show?” This time you manage to actually drag your eyes to his. He smiles at you, his teeth so beautiful and perfect. It’s when he sits down that you realize that was a stupid question. Of course he’s excited. This is his actual job.

He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looks up at you through his lashes, you could kiss him. But you don’t for obvious reasons. Reasons you can't really think of at the moment. Not when he’s looking at you like that. The beer bottle hangs in his right hand between his legs.

“Very. Not much comes close to the feeling I get when we’re on that stage.” He shakes his head, curly hair moving with him, “plus, being able to hear people sing my songs back to me is fucking incredible.”

His hand finds yours, pulling you a little closer. Eddie is testing the waters, you know this. Unfortunately for you, your brain can’t see through the cloud of lust. So, you let him pull you closer, sit you on his lap, and wrap an arm around you.

Your brain does catch up, quicker than expected. “It seems like it’d be incredible. I applaud you cause I could never do that. I have stage fright.”

He blinks up at you, “stage fright? Haven’t you done red carpet interviews and stuff?”

You shift a little, shrugging, “well yes. But that’s different.” You can't stop the awkward laugh that comes out of you. It was true, it was different. You weren’t exactly sure why but it was.

Eddie's thumb moves along your side slightly and it leaves goosebumps in its wake.

“I’m being honest, the lights are so bright that I can’t see everyone in the crowds. Mainly just the front rows. Makes it easier.”

Eddie puts his beer bottle on the ground by his feet before sitting up and grabbing a joint. He’s quiet as he lights it, puffing out smoke to get it going. “Want some?”

He holds the joint towards you, waiting for your answer. You’ve done this before at the frat houses at college. You’ve done it here and there in high school as well. This is second nature, but this time you’re nervous. What if you forget how to inhale? What if you throw up? Any number of things can happen.

Something happens inside you and your brain finally catches up to itself. A small stroke of confidence happens and without taking your eyes off of him, you lean forward, wrapping your lips around the joint and inhaling. His eyes stay locked on yours, his tongue wetting his lips. You pull back, slowly blowing out the smoke.

“Fuckin’ hell.” It comes out in a whisper and you know he didn’t mean to say it out loud. His eyes falling from your eyes, to your lips and back again.

God you want to kiss him. His pillowy lips would feel amazing against yours, you just know it. You start to lean into him, desperate to know if you’re right.

A bang on the door scares the fuck out of the both of you and Eddies boot knocks over his bottle. It’s a good thing he drank most of it, the contents not spilling on the plush carpet.

“Let’s get going guys. Put your dicks back in your pants, we have a show to do.” You know that voice, that’s their manager. He’s the one who called your people to make sure you had all the rules for this evening.

Photos are fine.

Everyone must be tagged.

Nothing negative.

Absolutely no photos of any white substances. Even if it’s sugar.

That last one would be hard considering it was on every flat surface in neat, clean lines.

You go to stand up, but Eddie stops you, his hand tightening on your hip. “Promise I’ll see ya after?”

You nod, “y-yeah of course.”

Before you know it, his lips are on yours. The kiss is soft, sweet and you don’t want it to end. In fact, you totally forget about all the other people in the room. Your hands find his face, pulling him closer as his tongue begs for permission. And once you grant it, it’s game over.

He tastes like beer and weed and cigarettes and you love it. You want more. You want to get closer.

But it’s not long before the door to his trailer opens up, his manager stepping into the bus. “I said get your dicks and tongues together. We cannot be late.”

…

By the time the show is over you barely have a voice, and you’re sure you’ve never been more turned on in your life. It might seem silly to say, but Eddie's kiss lingered the entire show and all you want is more.

Back stage the band is still running on adrenaline, drinking water for once to try and refuel for the rest of the night. The rest of the night being a club that they frequent. A club you don’t go to because of that exact reason.

“Ohhhhh! There's the prettiest girls I’ve ever laid eyes on!” Eddie's voice booms as security goes to double check you and Hana. “Hey! Leave them alone. They’re with me.”

Security stands back, hands raise like he knows it’ll cause more issues if he doesn’t. You almost feel bad for the poor guy, he was just trying to do his job. Like what if you had a bomb or something?

“C’mon we gotta get outta here.” He laces his fingers with yours before he pulls you along with him. You look over your shoulder, catching Hana's eyes.

Go! She mouths, hanging off Gareth's arm. I’ll meet you there!

And so, you go. Are you nervous? Yes absolutely. Are you going to pretend you aren’t and have some confidence? Yes. Fake it till you make it right?

Eddie opens the door to the car, extending a hand, “ladies first.”

You grin at him as you elegantly slide into the car, “wow. I didn’t know you were such a gentle man.” This time when you giggle, it's cute and self assured.

“Yes, I have been told my entire life that I look,” he slides in sucking in a soft, thinking breath, “mean and scary.”

“You look like a doberman but they’re precious babies.” You mean it too. He looks a little mean and scary, especially in the red lights of the stage. Not to mention the “devil music” (says the media) which can get a little dark. But that’s what makes it great, in your opinion. Plus, he does look like doberman. Like he could probably kill you but would actually not?

“‘Precious babies?’”

You nod, “mhm! I grew up with them. Very sweet and love kisses. Oh! And they each had their own comfort toys.”

“Then maybe I am one because I do love kisses.” He’s closer now, his breath fanning over your face. He still smells like beer and cigarettes mixed in with the smell of his cologne.

It’s your turn to close the gap and planting your lips on his. The kiss is hotter, more intense. One could argue it’s because of the alcohol swimming in your system that makes you so bold. You’re buzzed, but not drunk. It isn’t long before his hands are in your hair, tugging. It makes you moan in his mouth, opening up to him.

He sits back, his hands in your hair pulling you with him, making you sit in his lap. Your legs rest on either side of his hips, your cunt nestled right against the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to. You test the waters by rocking your hips, the friction being so sweet that you’re the one who lets out a moan.

“God, that is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.” He kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. “Should record it and use it in our next song.”

You hum and grin, “I wouldn’t mind that. Always wanted to be in a song. Can’t sing though.”

He nips at your ear, “that’s my job baby.”

Eddie's large hand grips your hips, stopping your movements. You want to whine, you want to protest. You were so fucking close.

“We’ll save that for when we're back at my place.”

You grin and kiss along his jaw, “who says I’m going back to your place?”

“The way you were just grindin’ against my cock, angel.” He grins, “also with how you’re lookin’ at me.”

“And how am I looking at you? Hmm?”

“Like you want me to fuck you while your brain leaks out your cunt.”

You shudder at the crudeness of his words. No one has ever spoken to you like that and looked like him. The car stopping in front of the club saves you from trying to come up with an answer. One you know will either be embarrassing or non-existent.

He looks over at the paparazzi that is waiting and sighs, “are we going in together or…”

The decision you make is quick. If you’re going to do this, even for one night, you’re going to do it together and let them talk. You give him a quick kiss, “together. Give ‘em something to talk about, yeah?”

So, you do.

The second you’re out of the car, cameras flash and photographers call out a mix of your name and his and you can hardly understand what they’re saying. You don’t stop to pose, letting them only photograph you and him walking hand and hand. Give them crumbs as your manager says. Once you’re in the club, not even needing to show an ID or give a name.

From there the night happens in a blur. The band has the VIP section where bottles of expensive liquor are brought over by women dressed in a bikini. You know how much all of this costs (more than you can afford that’s for sure) but you also know that all of this is on Eddie and the bands tab. He’s told you six times.

So you drink. And you smoke. And you watch pretty white lines disappear, most of which disappear up Eddie's nose. Of course you take videos, vlogging your night and making sure to follow all the rules that were set prior to this meeting. Taking photos to remember the night. Hana is having a blast, taking shots like it’s her job and making out with Gareth in between. Of course she takes photos with you, sitting in your lap and giggling so much the photos come out blurry. But those are your favorite kinds of photos.

“Dance with me?” Eddie says in your ear over the music.

You take the shot that is in your hands, “lead the way.”

The second you’re surrounded by sweaty bodies you feel invisible. You’re sure someone has cameras on you and him but at the moment you don’t care.

Your hips move to the music, back against Eddie's chest while his hands explore your body. His lips move against your neck, sucking a dark mark into it that you know you’ll struggle to cover later. Again, you don’t care. What you do care about is the hardness that you feel against your back.

You spin around, grinning up at him. God he’s so fucking tall you have to tilt your head up a good bit to look at him.

“We should get out of here,” you say as he pulls you into him.

He smirks, “thought you weren’t coming back to my place sweetheart.”

“Seems I told a fib. Now, I need you to take me home and fuck me like you hate me.”

It’s all he needs before he’s grabbing you by the hand and pulling you out of the club. The car is there and he quickly pulls you into the back seat. Once those doors are closed, the window tint so dark you couldn’t see inside if you tried, his mouth his on yours. Your stomach flips and the neediness you feel coming off of him. He pulls you till you’re straddling him, legs on either side of his hips. Not really the safest but at this point, all you need is his lips on you.

The ride to Eddie’s consists of lots of kissing, so much so that you know your lips are swollen. You don’t get to see much of Eddie’s house, too focused on getting inside the house and into his bedroom. He drags you up the stairs, your hand is his. And once you’re in his room, he has you pressed up against his bedroom door.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby.” Eddie pushes your jacket off your shoulders while he speaks, his words going straight to your clit. Your mind can barely comprehend that Eddie Munson, the man you’ve had a crush on since they were considered an ‘underground band,’ is currently taking off your clothes.

You do the same to him, pushing his leather jacket to the ground before tugging at the ends of his shirt and pulling it over his head. “Me? You are so beautiful.”

He hums, popping the button on your jeans, “should we take a poll on who's prettier? Winner takes the loser on a date?”

That makes you laugh, “sounds like a deal. But first, you need to fuck me.”

His eyes nearly go black at that and before you can think, he’s throwing you on this bed. You land with a small oomph. You decide to take a little initiative, pulling off your boots, scooting off your pants and pulling off your top.

Eddie watches, rapt and almost possessed, his eyes scanning your partially naked body. It’s not anything more than someone would see if you posted in a bathing suit, but you can’t help but feel nervous that he isn’t going to like you.

He quickly puts those fears (fears he knows nothing about) to rest as he settles between your legs. His eyes don’t leave yours as he kisses up your thighs. You know there is a wet patch on your underwear and you know he can see it. You do feel embarrassed about it, but at the same time, Eddie is slightly rutting against the bed so he must like it. Right?

You can feel your body heat as he gets closer and closer to your center.

“Eddie, please don’t tease me.” Never have you begged a man. Typically whoever you were in bed with did the begging, much to your dislike. You were desperate for someone to take charge. Now you know why they didn’t. One bruise and they get shit from all your followers. Even if you tell them to leave these men alone.

But Eddie? He wasn’t afraid.

“But it’s so much fun to watch you squirm.”

You huff, squirming exactly like he said as he sits up to pull your underwear down your legs before setting back between them. “Need you to touch me.”

He licks a stripe up your slit, sucking on your clit as he gets to the top. The sound that falls from your lips is beautiful, sweeter than the sound you made in the car. Now Eddie really wants to put you in a song, but the jealous, primal side of him never wants someone else to be able to hear your moans.

In fact, he doesn’t want to think about any of the other men who’ve heard you make these sounds. Murder wasn't really on his list of things he enjoyed. Bar fights? Yes. Murder? No.

“You make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart. S’very hot.” He slides two fingers inside you with little resistance, curling them up to hit the spongy spot inside you. The stretch feels good, your hips moving on their own, riding Eddie's fingers.

You're close, the build up of this moment really getting closer than you originally thought. “Squeezin’ my fingers so tight, baby. Are you close?”

You nod, afraid if you speak you’ll say something ridiculous.

But that isn’t good enough for Eddie. “Words.”

“V-very.”

That was clearly the wrong thing to say because he pulls his fingers from inside you, the emptiness making you gasp, “no! No, no, no I was so close!”

He laughs as he pushes his pants and boxers off his body. “Exactly. Want you to cum with my cock inside you.”

You look down between your bodies and your eyes widen. He was big and you accidentally voice what you’re thinking, “fuck… not gonna fit.”

His laugh drags your eyes back to him, his cock moving through your slick and bumping your clit. “Baby you are so wet that I have no doubt it’ll fit.”

You don’t have time to be embarrassed about it because Eddie is pushing inside you. The size of him stretching you makes you feel like he’s going to split you in half. But you don’t care, the burn just turns you on more and more and before you know it he’s seated inside you fully.

“Fuck, Eddie.”

Eddie is panting, trying to keep still so he doesn’t cum before he wants to. “Feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart. A man could become obsessed with this pussy.”

He moves right as you begin to speak, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs. He feels like he’s everywhere. “W-witchcraft”

He fucks you harder, his cock hitting your cervix. You’re definitely going to have a bruise there but it's so worth it.

“Didn’t know you were into dark shit. S’my schtick.”

You wrap your legs around him, orgasm building again, “more alike than you originally thought huh?”

He wraps a tattooed hand around your throat, squeezing gently and making your head spin, “oh, angel, I knew how alike we were the second you told everyone how bad you wanted to fuck me.”

“C-can you blame me? Knew you’d fuck me just h-how I like.”

You clench around him making him hiss, “yeah you need someone who will take control huh?”

The hand around your neck slides down your body till he finds your clit, circling it.

“Oh god! Please.”

“I can get used to you prayin’ to me.” His thrusts are losing rhythm (something he’s usually very good at keeping) and you know he’s close. “Cum baby. I need it.”

And it’s all you need to fall over the cliff and into bliss. He follows you, coming inside you while you squeeze around him. You both moan each other's names and you sigh as you come down.

Eddie breaks the silence first, “that was… amazing.”

You hum in agreement as he slides out of you and curls up beside you. You take a moment before getting up and cleaning up in the bathroom. When you come back Eddie has left out an old Corroded Coffin t-shirt and some boxers. And once they’re on, you slide back into his bed, laying your head on his chest.

“We should put that poll up, huh? I’m itching to win this bet.” Eddie laughs as he says it and before you know it, you two are finding a photo the both of you like and posting it on your story with the caption, ‘which one is prettier? Honesty is the best policy.’

“And now… we wait.”

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blue-jisungs · 11 months

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Hii ⭐

Txt with an idol s/o

Can u write this? 😸

you’re an idol ♡

a/n. hello anon! sorry you had to wait for so long, i hope u like it though!! i kind of wanted to write it as well but you gave me the perfect opportunity hehe

you can also find enha version here!! :D

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

oh boy

first of all (and everyone saw it coming)… he absolutely devours your group’s choreos

like okay you’re his gf blah blah but he still will outshine you in the tiktoks you’re making because of your comebacks 😔

and also?? he’s always the first person ever to film a tiktok challenge w u and vice versa…. like your song could be out for only one hour and there’s already a tiktok of u two dancing (nooo not suspicious at all wdym)

other than that he’s such a sweetheart :(

he knows when you’re recording in the studio and will always make sure to drop by and bring you snacks/drinks, even if your company is on the other side of the town

or when he can’t get there in person he’ll send an uber to you with some food with cute sticky notes attached (“fighting! <3”)

and oh boy dating him means that you have access to his closet *-*

so while your fans call you an fashion icon, yeonjun is rolling his eyes at the fact that those are literally his clothes (“i styled them though!” “but y/n–?!”)

takes u on cute lil days usually in the evening and you’re the one who takes his candid pics to post on instagram username yawnzzn 😄😄😄😄😄

and if you have private insta you post pics that he took of you as well ^_^ but if you have an official acc you just wait a bit with posting so the fans won’t be able to connect the dots too quickly

and and :( he’s so cute like!! “yeah there was (your fav group) comeback right?? and they were on inkigayo, right??” *casually whips out a signed album* “oh and also i got (your bias)’s phone number and i gave them yours, they told me they’ll call you!!! i said you’d love to meet up and maybe film a challenge?”

fainting rn

will get jealous tho if u keep blabbing abt your bias so please cover him in kisses n cuddle w him :)

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

papa bunny is treating you like one of his members

he can be sweet sometimes too 🙄

but most of the time he’ll scold u if you’re not sleeping/eating/resting enough… and also if you’re skipping practices

he’ll snitch to your leader?? or manager??

like tf.

but he’s so so cute :(

if you happen to have comebacks in similar time, you always end up opening each other’s albums!!

or even if it’s for example you, you’ll watch him open all the versions of the albums

bc he’s a fanboy. and you know it he’ll be your fanboy too <3

however filming tiktoks w him when you have a challenge… yeah good luck.

but it only takes one “oh okay i’ll go ask yeonjun then–“ and he’s there shaking his ass

he’ll be grumpy later tho 🙄

(“how could u even think of asking him when i’m your boyfriend!!!!!”)

fans think you’re really really close friends (esp if you’re under hybe too) so they’re like

“oh look!! y/n attended txt’s concert!! their friendship is so so cute!!”

and then you’re making out backstage… yeah cute friendship indeed :)

also expect him to tear up if you’re tearing up on a stage or at home bc you’re so overwhelmed by your fans support :( he just can’t help it + he’s super proud of u

┆彡 BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

cutie patootie on the highest levels :”)

just like soobin – he’s iu fanboy so ofc he’ll be yours too!!! will attend your concerts, have your light stick and pc collection

obv he’s acting like he doesn’t

in private you often sing each other’s songs

and he’d cover some of them on guitar ^_^

he’s constantly singing your songs underneath his breath

will even dance randomly, sometimes during to x do and the boys r like —.—

takes care of you….. you’re constantly on his mind, he’s so thoughtful

he’ll see one (1) bruise and right away inspect if you’re not going too hard on yourself <\\3

also gossips abt you with your band members 😑

and they send him pics of you when you’re not looking 😑😑

you both are trying your best to be careful abt your relationship but the fans are a little suspicious after you quite often… reference him or his lines

and he’s,,, well, himself and doesn’t really care

so sooner or later fans figure out lol!

but it’s not that bad actually <\\3

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

realistically speaking he’ll be the smartest with your relationship like no way in hell people would figure out

but he’s so cute help i love him sm :(

he carries a key chain of your representative animal near his keys and just!!! <\\3

he’ll take such good care of you too like 🥹

he knows it all abt taking care of your vocals and body esp when you’re working hard

so he’s pops in to your studio with warm water with honey and straight on acts like it just? fell from the sky?

“idk what do you mean i did not prepare this and carry just for you?? you’re so delusional sometimes i just found it on the street 😑 but drink it all”

yeah sure 🥰

and kind of bullies you intro working out but in the end working out with him is fun so you don’t mind :D

not only your fans are falling in love w u more and more hehehe but also tae also takes care of you after a harsh work out session so…. <3

and he’ll never admit but he loves your songs!! often uses some of them as a warm up or just hums then when he’s alone

will know a lot of choreos of yours as well but he’d rather die than say it out loud

but when he’s with guys tho

(he thinks it’s not that noticeable but it so is)

also if your company sucks ass he will not hesitate to do something about it – whether i’m person, email them or even hire someone to act on it 😳

mans got money, okay? and balls too. and also huge huge love for you 😌 so he’ll do whatever it takes if your comfort is being threatened

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

dispatch announced u as a couple and honestly this is the best outcome bc kai would have spilled it anyways

and needless to say you are like everyone’s fav :(

let’s be real, you two are cuties patooties so i’m not even surprised ^_^

fans set matching pfps of your pics :(

and kai is such a sweetheart he started collecting plushies of your representative animal and if you have a plushie (like bt21, skzoo) of you then he’ll just buy every single one that comes out + clothes :(

sleeps w them too :( esp when one of you is on a tour <\\3

oh and also on tours :( you’ll play on nintendos, animal crossing or something and leave notes for each other

or face time while you play and kai zones out sometimes bc he keeps staring at u and thinking how much he misses u instead of playing ☹️

you have the access card to each others companies (if you’re not in hybe) and the staff there is just 🧍‍♀️

loves you to death but is jealous how often you text and hang out with his sisters

esp if you film a tiktok with them first?? and then him?? offended (at least 20 kisses are needed to make him happy again)

carries your pcs everywhere!! wallet, phone case, attached to his bag in those cute little holders

supports u on the FULLEST ?!

sends trucks w coffees or snacks at your filming locations, attends your concerts, goes to events w you and promotes your songs on weverse :”)

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinshua ,, @stxrseungs ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan ,, @cinnamoroxie ,, @kazmura ,, @primoppang

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itsmealaiah · 19 days

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"Special Treatment"

bill x female! fan reader

TW: p in v sex, use of a condom, safe sex (woohoo 🫶), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, fingering, head (reader rec), profanity, pure filth

Request: Hii can you do a Bill (2013-2024) x reader (fem) where she goes to a concert and gets invited backstage which leads to stuff? x

Rating: mature themes, mdni, 18+

WC: 1.5k

As the crowd surged forward, their excitement palpable like a living, breathing entity, you found yourself pressed against the barricade near the front of the stage. It was as if the energy from the people around you was feeding into the music, making it vibrate through your bones and set your heart racing. You closed your eyes, letting the sound consume you, feeling as though you could drown in the sound and never want to resurface. You had always loved this band, their music had been the soundtrack to so many of your life's moments - both good and bad - and being here, in this moment, was everything you could have ever hoped for.

After the encore, the crowd began to disperse, and you found yourself being pulled along with the current of people as they exited the arena. But then, to your surprise, a security guard approached you and motioned for you to follow him. He led you through a maze of backstage hallways until you finally arrived at Bill's private dressing room. The guard knocked on the door, and when Bill called for you to enter, he stepped aside, allowing you access.

Inside, Bill was sitting on a couch, stripping off his soaked shirt, revealing toned abs and defined biceps. You couldn't help but stare, feeling a mix of awe and desire coursing through your veins. "I saw you in the crowd tonight," he said, meeting your gaze. "You seemed to be really into it." You swallowed hard, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "I-I am," you stammered. "I've been a fan for years." He stood up and took a step closer, his body towering over yours.

"Come here," he whispered, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into an embrace. You melted against him, feeling his hard chest pressed against your soft breasts. His hands began to wander, tracing gentle circles over your back and hips, making your skin tingle. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing your neck.

With a sudden movement, he spun you around, pushing you gently against the wall. His lips crashed down on yours, their roughness sending a thrill through you. His hands slipped under your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra, and you moaned into his mouth. He kissed you deeper, his tongue dancing with yours, and you could feel the heat building between your legs.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he panted heavily. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want you so bad." Without warning, he lowered himself to his knees, his hands deftly unbuttoning your jeans. He pushed them down over your hips, baring you to his hungry eyes, and then licked his lips, his gaze traveling up your bare legs to meet yours.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice rough and low. You nodded eagerly, already beginning to feel the familiar ache between your legs. He smiled, a wicked smile that made your heart race, and then lowered his head, taking your aching clit into his mouth. You cried out, arching your back as he sucked and teased you, driving you wild with pleasure.

His fingers found their way inside you, sliding easily past your wetness, and you moaned loudly as he began to thrust them in and out in time with his mouth. You gripped his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath your fingers as he worked you harder. Your orgasm built and built, threatening to overwhelm you, and just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, he swirled his tongue around your clit, sending you careening over the edge.

You cried out his name, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over you. He held you tightly against him, his strong arms supporting your weight as you came down from your high. You felt a pang of sadness as you realized the moment was over, but then he stood up, pulling you to your feet, and kissed you deeply.

"That was amazing," you breathed into his ear, your voice still shaky from the intensity of the experience.

He chuckled, his breath warm against your neck. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He spun you around in his arms, your back to his chest, and began to kiss and nibble his way down your neck, his hands squeezing your ass cheeks possessively. "And I'm not done with you yet."

He guided you to the bed, pushing you gently but firmly onto your back. His lips found yours again, his tongue dancing with yours as he began to undress you further. Your shirt was pulled off roughly, followed by your bra, revealing your breasts to the cool air. He groaned into your mouth, his hands cupping your breasts before rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers trailed down your stomach, dipping into the waistband of your panties, and then he paused, looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

You nodded, swallowing hard. You wanted him inside you, but you also wanted to be safe. He smiled, a predatory smile that made your heart race. "Okay," he whispered, reaching for his pocket. "But I want you to know that I'll be using every last inch of my cock, fucking you until you scream my name."

He rolled the condom on with practiced ease, his movements fluid and graceful, despite the urgency in the air. Then, he positioned himself between your legs, his erection pressing against your slick folds. He looked down at you, his eyes dark and intense, and then, with a growl of pleasure, he thrust forward, sinking deep inside you.

You arched your back off the couch, a moan escaping your lips as he filled you. He began to move, his hips undulating in a sensual rhythm that had your body responding in kind. He was right; he was using every last inch of his cock, each thrust deep and powerful, each withdrawal slow and agonizingly teasing. You could feel him in places you didn't even know existed, his skin sliding against yours, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

He reached down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit once more, and began to circle it expertly. You cried out, your head thrown back as pleasure washed over you in wave after wave. You were so close, so close to coming apart at the seams, but just as you thought you couldn't take any more, he withdrew almost entirely from you, only to thrust back in harder, deeper than before.

"Fuck!" you shouted, your body tensing as he hit that spot inside you that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Oh god, yes!" He was relentless, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered words of encouragement and praise in your ear. You felt the familiar tightening in your stomach, the impending release of tension and desire that meant you were about to come.

"I'm going to come," you panted, your fingernails digging into the cushions as you tried to hold on. "Oh god, I'm close!" He increased the pace even more, his hips slamming into yours in a frenzy of motion. "Fuck, yes!" you screamed, your orgasm crashing over you in a wave of bliss. Your body went rigid, your muscles tensing as pleasure coursed through you, and he followed you over the edge, groaning your name as he emptied himself inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the small couch, sweat-covered skin sliding against each other. For a long moment, neither of you moved, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you tried to catch your breath. Then, he rolled off you, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His eyes were filled with satisfaction and desire.

"God, I've never fucked anyone like that before," he murmured, running a fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "I couldn't stop myself. I just had to have you." He leaned in, kissing you gently on the lips before trailing his lips down your jaw and across your neck.

You smiled up at him, your heart still racing from the intensity of what you'd just shared. "I liked it," you whispered, threading your fingers through his hair. "I've never felt anything like that before either."

He leaned down, kissing you again, his tongue dancing with yours. "Good," he murmured, moving to lie beside you. "Because I want to do it again. And again."

Taglist: @20doozers @madzandmore

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shima-draws · 2 months

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I've been teasing her for months!! But at long last her ref is complete 🌷

I actually DON'T have a 5 page essay on her backstory this time (like I did for Ilari LMAO) but I do have some info about her if anybody is curious!

Name: Ione

Age: 25

Hair color: Silver

Eye color: Orangish-yellow

Element: Light

Grabbing info from the few posts I've talked about her already, Ione was originally a very famous singer, pretty much an idol within the world of ATS. She'd hold huge concerts that were always sold out and people from around the world would flock to see her perform. Eventually tho all of the attention started to attract the wrong kinds of people, and sooner or later Ione was "scouted" by a very rich man who wanted her all to himself. She was manipulated and blackmailed into signing a contract with him that would essentially end her touring and make it so that she would become a private singer for him. He basically chained her with this contract and so she disappeared from the public eye.

Ione soon discovered that other people with similar talents had also been gathered and trapped by this man's contracts. Among them was a prodigy violin player who she grew very close with. The two of them struggled under the demands of this man, and eventually violin boy started to get physically abused by him 😭 Things escalated to the point where Ione decided she wanted OUT and was determined to do anything to escape. This led to a very...traumatic event that caused her to go mute by choice.

When Ione finally makes her escape, thankfully she's changed so much that people don't recognize her in public (mostly her hair! It used to be short and didn't cover one of her eyes before). Shortly after she runs into Nahu and his group, and is unceremoniously recruited to join them lol (Nahu can be VERY persuasive). Ione communicates with them through sign language, which luckily a couple of them are fluent in--Ezio and Sage to be specific. They then teach the others in the group sign language too. It takes Nahu a bit to get the hang of it bc he has like, no attention span whatsoever, but being a dragon elemental helps since his senses are super attuned all the time, so he can generally tell what Ione is feeling and what she's trying to convey when she talks to him :")

Over time Ione grows closer with them, and like everybody else is hit with the Found Family, and realizes that yeah. She'd do absolutely ANYTHING for this group of crazy weirdos. She starts to fall in love with Nahu (bc who WOULDN'T), and slowly gains the courage to use her voice again. This leads to secret meetings with Sage, who helps her relearn how to use her vocal cords.

Eventually her past catches up with her, of course, but the group all bands together to set her free from it. She has to face off against violin boy, who thought she'd abandoned him and got Messed Up Mentally as a result, so THAT'S a thing she's gotta deal with. But she's able to reach him by singing for the first time in over five years, and everyone absolutely loses their shit at how beautiful her voice is and they all cry and it’s very emotional!!

Even after regaining her voice she still prefers to stay quiet most of the time, as that is what she's comfortable with, but she's totally okay with speaking when she needs to. Also I need to mention this but bc she used to be like. An idol. Obviously her routines consisted of both song and dance so she's a pretty good dancer. Out of everyone in the group, Ione is the ONLY person Ezio will dance with (and he is a very VERY good dancer himself, but will only dance with someone who can keep up with him, which Ione can). Everyone is very jealous of this, ESPECIALLY Nahu lol bc he wants to dance with Ezio too 😂

Ione's a light elemental! I haven't given a LOT of thought into her powers yet but I do know that her singing makes her stronger and also gives her powers a boost, which in turn helps the rest of the group. She also can ride on these light waves--I will have to draw them sometime bc I can't really explain them in words, it'd be better to show them visually lol

And that's her!! My flower light mute girl <33333

#Original character #Character art #Character design #Fantasy #Flowers #Character reference #OC art #Art #Digital art #Shima arts #Shima's OCs #Among the Stars #ATS #Ione #IDK HOW ELSE TO TAG THIS ONE LOL #shima-draws

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x-aefx · 8 months

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DATING TOM KAULITZ

Tom's love language is physical touch. He would sneak up behind you, and hug you from behind. If you're in public together he'll always make sure to be holding your hand, or an arm around your waist.

If he's busy with the band or can't see you for whatever reason, he'll be sure to constantly check up with you over phone. He'll allow you to talk about your day while he listens. When your finished he'll tell you about his day.

Constantly brag about you to the rest of the band. The band might become slightly annoyed with how much he talks about you, but Tom will ignore it and continue talking.

Tom will want to keep your relationship mostly private. Obviously he'll make a few flirty comments in interviews, but for the most part he'll value your privacy and won't want paparazzi bothering you two.

Super possessive when it comes to you with other guys. He'll be protective of you, but not to the point where it becomes overbearing. He likes to have fun so he'll understand that you do too.

Learn and plays your favourite songs on his guitar.

Will try teach you how to play guitar. If you aren't that good he'll never let you forget it by teasing you constantly.

Will invite you to all their concerts.

Family is super important to him, so Tom will want you to get on good with his family, especially Bill.

Dates with Tom are more fun than romantic. He'll make sure you always have a good time.

Tom will pretend he's not the soft one in the relationship, but in reality he is. He would want to cuddle with you after a long day, loves when you play with his hair or wear his clothes.

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tenjikyu · 4 months

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𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ bonten!mikey x male!rockstar!reader , reader plays guitar in a band , reader dresses more grunge as that’s the bands theme , think nana osaki from nana bc she’s the inspo for the fic , very lighthearted, tryna let poor bonten!mikey catch a break , slight sexual references but nothing actually happens , bonten is a lil ooc bc they all act like family but it’s okay bc it’s bonten.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR BONTEN ARC, NOT REALLY BUT WARNING JUST IN CASE. (honestly it’s not spoilers at all bc it’s pretty fanon in comparison to the canon bonten timeline.)

“cmon mikey, get outta the apartment for once in your life that isn’t to go to headquarters!” rindou pouts at his boss.

manjiro really didn’t know what he expected when he decided all the executives should move into a massive penthouse together. sure it was good for his health to be around others and not coop himself up in agony, but he didn’t exactly like the idea of being dragged out whenever his lackeys felt like it.

“not intrested, leave me alone.” manjiro says, attempting to make his way to his bedroom. to go see a band he rarely listened to? who goes to a concert when you don’t give a shit about them to begin with?

sure he’s heard all about the gorgous female lead singer and the hot as fuck guitarist. (Y/N), right? manjiro couldn’t remember nor did he really care to.

“but i bought us all front row tickets to see Black Rose so we could witness how hot Hiroko Asato issss” ran attempted to persuade the stubborn bonten leader.

it wasn’t working.

“i’m looking forward to seeing her outfits up close. from what i’ve heard, she wears pure designer.” kokonoi adds onto the conversation.

“cmon mikey, it’s only one night. if you hate it that much i can drive you back to the penthouse.” kakucho, ever the resolver, bargains with the pouting leader.

“…” manjiro stays silent. ‘it’s just one night i guess, plus it means that i’d have them off my ass for at least a month’ he reasons with himself.

“alright, let’s get going then.” he says, the rest of the executives silently fist bumping the air rn.

the wait to get into the stadium was a bitch, however with a little bit of force, the bonten executives managed to get inside ahead of time.

koko ordered the drinks, kakucho and mochi reserved the spots and the haitani brothers were chatting up some vip ladies in scandalous dresses. meanwhile mikey is . . .

umm . . .

wait.

“oh, hey! are you lost..?”

you do your best to keep cool with the fact that the leader of the biggest mafia syndicate in japan was in your personal changing room.

“the show doesn’t start for another 2 hours, can i help you to your seat? i wouldn’t mind.” you offer, keeping careful of how you talk.

the hotshots of bonten’s identities had been long revealed to the public, however people were too afraid to really report their whereabouts to authorities. many stories of people who had revealed their location that day were swiftly eliminated, even before the news of their position were made public.

and so, knowing that the tatoo on this rather depressed looking man’s neck was a bad sign, you decided to just adhere to whatever he might need.

you were already dressed, the iconic vivienne westwood jewellery hanging from every inch of your body. each member of your band had a significant brand to them, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to be seen decked out in the iconic space themed jewellery. you had always loved the style, and it seemed the mafia boss was equally as intrigued in your designer pieces. you even had their logo imprinted onto your guitar.

“no, i’m okay.” manjiro only replied, his eyes not leaving the necklace that rested gently on your chest.

he didn’t really know why he snuck into the private quarters of the band. perhaps it was to escape his ever-so-annoying underlings?

or perhaps, a little part of him wanted to catch a glimpse of you.

apart from the obvious favourite of the band, the lead singer AS well as the only girl in the band, you were a favourite among listeners.

you had women and men alike screaming your name and begging for skin-on autographs. despite being a dude yourself, you had other guys begging you to sign their tailbone (which you had to politely decline).

manjiro understood why, as you were definitely easy on the eyes. your amazing sense of fashion and your toned body didn’t help.

“uhm.. are you feeling okay? you seem a bit dazed.” you question. in reality, the man was just dead on staring into your soul, scaring the living shit outta you.

“yes, i’m alright.” he finally responds.

. .

. . .

“here, take a seat.” you finally break the silence. why was he here? you didn’t think that a guy like him would have time to sit around some flashy concert. sure, you were a big band but let’s be real, shouldn’t he be at his headquarters shooting peoples heads in?

alas, you knew better then to question it.

and so, you order in some glasses of alcohol and begin chatting. you spoke about your career, how your band came to be and about dreams.

you aren’t entirely sure why you were discussing this sort of shit with a random mafia leader who could probably give less then a shit about you, however he seemed almost enamoured with your conversation.

you felt bad for talking his ear off, especially since you now only had about 45 minutes till showtime and you STILL hadn’t tuned your guitar, however he didn’t seem to care.

everytime you stopped talking, manjiro almost.. glared? at you? as if he was offended that you stopped talking.

unbeknownst to you, manjiro loved listening to you talk. the way you worded things and your voice overall was heavenly to his ears.

the piercings that decorated your skin were appealing to the man. the chain from your ear to you lips especially looked so… attractive to him.

“(Y/N) C’MON, WE’RE ON IN 10” you could hear toru, your drummer, scream out to you.

“SHIT! MY GUITAR” you freaked. HOW did you forget your guitar??

“i’ll come visit after the show.” manjiro says, exiting the room.

“oh, oka-“ before you had the chance to finish your sentence, he vanished.

well, now you couldn’t WAIT for the show to finish!

after the show had ended, you packed up the rest of your gear. your manager had popped in and taken your stage clothes back to the studio before bidding farewell.

as you sat around in a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt (inspo - don’t feel like you have to imagine this.) , you paitently waited for the white haired mafia boss to sneak back into your private room.

why were you even waiting? he was probably bullshitting you anyways. why would someone as busy as manjiro sano give a fuck about what you were doi-

“yo.” a cheeky grin graces his face, looking back at you.

note to self : doubt gets you nowhere!

“hey manjiro, enjoy the show?” you ask the man, automatically getting comfortable in his presence. you didn’t exactly know why you felt so relaxed around him, considering his rather infamous reputation, but you just did.

“yeah, you’re certainly the best in your band though. could go solo and still be famous if you wanted.” he replies, automatically heating your face up.

“cmon (Y/N), let’s get going already. i’m tired.” he winged to you in a childlike manner.

“okay.. WAIT—HUH?? where am i going?” you shriek, having no idea that he actually PLANNED to leave this place with you in tow.

“back to my place. duh. i don’t just talk to anybody for fun unless i plan to shoot them in the head an hour later.” he responds in a nonchalant voice.

this boy is gonna be the death of you, literally or figuratively? only time will tell.

regardless of how much you declined the offer, the man ends up dragging you out to the expensive limo that was owned by bonten. not only were you dragged into the car, you were squished in between the boss and 2nd in command of the syndicate, haruchiyo sanzu.

not that you were complaining, the pink haired dude was hot as fuck.

there were many things that occurred that night :

• at 1am, you arrived at their shared headquarters, completely baffled that they all lived together. you decided that you would NOT mention anything that might offend anyone in the room right now.

• at 2am, you were drinking alcohol more pricey then your stage guitar. you weren’t by any means on the poor side, but these men lived a new version of luxury.

• at 3am, you were playing pool with the haitani brothers and sanzu. you lost. miserably.

• at 4am, you were half naked and making out with manjiro sano on his own bed. you didn’t expect the high and mighty manjiro sano to be so submissive in the bedroom.

wait…

“HUH??” WHY WERE YOU IN MANJIRO SANO’S BEDROOM?? WHY WERE YOU IN NOTHING BUT BOXERS?? WHY DID MANJIRO SANO HAVE BITE MARKS ALONG HIS NECK??

“relax dummy, nothing went beyond tongue action.” a mop of platinum hair grumbles beneath the duvet covers.

thank fuck.

‘wait. what time is it?’ you ponder, taking a look at the clock next to the bed. 3:45pm. just how much did you drink to wake up this late?

before you had anymore time to think about it, you feel a thin but strong arm yank you back under the covers,

and come face to face with a pouty mafia leader.

as if on instinct, you pull his head gently into your chest, cradling his head like he’s a porcelain doll. his arms wrap around you as he nuzzled into your body closer, seeking your warmth and comfort.

it doesn’t quite dawn on you that your cuddling a man you literally met yesterday. not because you’re naive or dense, but because it just felt right to be in each others arms.

it’s not until mochi wakes the both of you up for dinner that you reopen your eyes, realising you hadn’t moved since you got dragged down.

it’s an all out war getting manjiro to leave his bed, but when you’re swiftly abducted by the haitani brothers, he’s up and ready, chasing the idiots around claiming they ‘stole his baby.”

well, that’s one way to get a boyfriend!

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purfectstormzz · 6 months

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I wanna be yours | Elijah Hewson x reader

Summary: In which Elijah Hewson finds himself falling in love with the sister of a famous singer.

Pairing: Elijah Hewson x fem!Turner!reader

Warnings: Badly written story. (sorry guys)

A/n: the reader is about 24 so she’s way younger than Alex (hard truth; she wasn’t planned)

Masterlist

It wasn’t a secret that the Turner siblings had a big age gap. At 13 years old, Alex was blessed with the birth of his baby sister. At first he wasn’t thrilled but when his sister finally arrived he was more than happy. He couldn’t deny the fact that he loved her more than anything, he promised his mother that he would protect and take care of her for the rest of his life. And he did, Alex made sure that every guy that came into her life treated her right and if they didn’t they were in a lot of trouble. At 16 years old Alex started a band with his friends and 3 year old Y/n was his biggest fan. She was at all the band meetings, the repetitions and even at their first gig.

Throughout the years Y/n grew up and became more interested in boys. Whenever Y/n came home with a boyfriend or just a boy in general, Alex made sure that he was a good guy and if they weren’t he made sure that they were too scared to even come back.

Y/n became older and Alex’s band became famous. Y/n loved being at their concerts and made sure to tell everyone how awesome her brother was. When she was 17 she discovered her passion for playing guitar. With a little help of her brother, she became talented in playing the guitar.

Now a 24 year old Y/n and a 37 year old Alex were closer than ever before. The Arctic Monkeys were extremely successful and Y/n couldn’t be more proud of her older brother. Y/n started her own music school for kids and teens who want to learn and play guitar just like her. But her full time job was supporting her brother at his concerts. Y/n tried her best to be at all of the concerts and she made sure to show everyone how proud she was.

“So have you guys found a new opener for your shows yet?” Y/n asked her brother while pouring herself a drink in his dressing room. “Matt found this new band who want to open up for us.” Alex answered getting of the sofa to get ready for the show. “Oh and have you met them yet?” the younger Turner asked. “I haven’t but Matt has and he said that they’re good so guess I have to believe him.” Alex answered walking towards his closet and pulling his suit out. “Alright sis I need to get dressed so I’ll see you after the show.” He said giving his sister a kiss on her forehead. “Alright, good luck.” She said before walking out of his dressing room.

Y/n made her way trough the corridors to get to her spot for the concert, she looked around the big hallways and couldn’t deny that she was lost. She didn’t know where she was supposed to go. She turned around a corner and walked further along the hallway. After walking for what felt like half an hour, Y/n finally saw someone who might know the way to the concert hall. “Hey sir can I ask you something.” She called out to the man in front of her. The guy turned around and y/n was met with the prettiest guy she had ever seen. “Sure.” He answered looking at the girl. His brown eyes looked directly into hers. “Do you maybe know where the private upper levels are?” She asked nervously. The boy gave her a smile before saying. “Sure, I’ll lead you the way.” The pair walked trough the hallways. “So, what’s your name.” The boy asked trying to make the walk less akward. “I’m y/n.” She told him. The pair turned a corner and walked further along. “What’s your name?” Y/n asked the brunette in front of her. “I’m Elijah but you can call me Eli.” He answered. “What brings you here Eli?” The girl asked. “I’m part of the band that’s opening for the band.” Eli said. “Oh that’s awesome. What instrument do you play?” Y/n asked. “I’m the lead singer but I also play the guitar.” The boy answered. The pair chatted a bit longer before they finally arrived at the upper levels.

“So here it is.” Eli said giving y/n a smile. “I have to get back to the dressing room because we have to be on stage in 10 minutes.” He said giving her one last smile before turning to walk out of the door. “It was nice meeting you Eli.” Y/n smiled after him. “I hope I’ll see you again Y/n” the brunette said before walking away into the hallway.

Y/n took a seat in one of the chairs sitting next to Amanda, Matt’s wife. The both of them talked for a few minutes until the lights went out. Four boys walked onto the stage and y/n saw Elijah walking up to his microphone. The band started the show by playing ‘These are the days’. Y/n sat in her chair admiring the boy that she just met. The crowd loved the band and the younger Turner couldn’t help but smile looking at the boy.

The band ended their set by playing ‘My honest face’ and then disappeared behind the curtains. Y/n sat in her chair waiting for her brother’s band to come on stage. She couldn’t stop thinking about Eli and how good he was on the stage. The girl was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door to the upper levels open. “Hey, is this seat taken?” She heard a familiar voice say. Y/n looked up and saw Elijah standing there giving the girl a sweet smile. “No, no you can sit there.” She told him smiling at the boy. “So we meet again.” Eli laughed. The pair talked about the band’s performance and about how Inhaler got to open for the Arctic Monkeys.

Alex and the rest of the band appeared on the stage and the crowd went wild. Elijah still didn’t know that he was sitting next to the sister of The Alex Turner. The band started playing their songs and Y/n and Eli sang along together. The both of them enjoyed the show a lot.

After the show ended Y/n and Eli walked out of the upper levels. They turned a hallway before Eli asked her. “Could I maybe get your number?” Y/n turned around looking at the boy. “I know that we just met but I think you’re really nice and I really want to know you better.” Eli said looking the girl into her eyes. “Oh yeah sure.” She said before giving the boy her phone to type his number. Y/n and Elijah exchanged numbers. “I’ll call you when I get to my hotel room.” The boy smiled. Y/n couldn’t help but admire how cute his smile was, she got butterflies in her stomach every time the boy smiled.

Y/n and Eli parted ways. He walked towards his dressing room getting ready to go to his hotel room while she walked towards her brother’s dressing room.

Alex stood in his dressing room waiting for his sister. He was ready to go to their hotel but just had to wait for his sister. Y/n walked through the door giving her brother a smile. “You guys were amazing.” She smiled. “Thanks sis, let’s go to the hotel now.” Alex said giving his sister a tired smile.

The siblings arrived at their hotel and y/n went into her hotel room while Alex walked towards his. “Goodnight Alexander.” Y/n said knowing how much he hates it when people say his full name. “Goodnight kiddo.” He said back before walking into his room and shutting the door behind him.

Y/n sat on her hotel bed looking at her phone. She was waiting on the call from Eli. After waiting for a while, Eli finally called her. She picked up the phone and heard his tired voice through the phone. “Hey.” Eli said, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Hey, did you get to you hotel oké?” Y/n asked him. “Yeah we got here pretty easy. A few crazy fans but nothing we haven’t handled before.” He laughed. The pair talked for another hour before Eli asked. “Do you want to go do something?” Y/n was speechless. She couldn’t think anymore, was he really asking her out?? “Of course I want to go do something with you.” She finally answered after staying quit for a bit.

Eli and Y/n made plans to go to a café tomorrow afternoon before both of them went to bed. Both of them fell asleep with the biggest smile on their face. They couldn’t wait for it to be the next day…

#elijah hewson x reader #elijah hewson #inhaler #bobby skeetz #robert keating #josh jenkinson #ryan mcmahon #arctic monkeys #alex turner

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babyhedonistt · 4 months

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Too Close To Touch // SIX

warning: violence, swearing

Bad Omens : Concrete forever , Show 19 / 20

It’s not like you wanted to wait this long to lose your virginity. You just never got around to it. And as far as you were concerned, first and last person you were ever with, just so happened to be Noah Sebastian, who broke your plump little 20 year old heart 3 years ago. Somehow, the universe keeps pushing you two back together. Your brother doesn’t even know the half of what went on between you two. You don’t want him to know. You shudder at the thought of Folio finding out that Noah took—

You shake your head at the thought. Red crept across your cheeks as you place your palms on your warm face to calm yourself down. Noah and your brother have been friends for as long as you could remember, but if Folio were to have found out that Noah did that with you…… he would want his head on a stick.

“Y/N.” Ruffilo snaps his fingers, and you snap out of your head. “Huh?” Your drumsticks almost roll out of your lap as Ruffilo was waving his hand at you while you were zoning out. “ I was asking if you wanted to come to the meet and greet with us.” His eyebrows crease, slightly concerned.

“I don’t see why I would. No one knows me as more than a substitute. Why can’t Folio go to the meet and greet? He’s not crippled.”

Ruffilo snorts. “He is coming. Noah just thought it would make sense if you were there too.”

You could physically see the confusion spread across your face when Ruffilo said this. He noticed it and shrugged. “Guess he had a change of heart. C’mon, it starts in 10.” He ushers his head to the door. You nodded and set the drum sticks on the table before pushing off your knees to stand up.

The meet and greet was chaotic. The boys were trying to get as many fans along as possible and you felt so out of place. You stood on the end, collecting dirty looks from every girl who stood in line. The minute they all took their photos, they gave inquiring looks as to why you were even there. You were used to being overlooked, you just don’t know why Noah even wanted you there.

The meet and greet paused for a brief intermission while everyone dispersed to the backstage area. Jolly and Folio getting a sip of water while Ruffilo was talking with Matt about the setup of the concert. You rubbed your eye, pulling out your pack of cigarettes from your pants pocket, heading towards the back door for a smoke break. The door to the outside opens outward which scares you nearly half to death as Noah stands in the doorway before grabbing your wrist, pulling you outside.

“Jesus CHRIST Noah.” You clutch your chest as his large hands rested on your hips, pulling the cigarette box fom your hand. “Now what were you planning on doing with these?” He asks, a grin pulling at his lips. “I’ve been trying to quit.” You lied. “Why aren’t you with the rest of the boys, out here?” You asked, trying to pull the box back from his hand but he holds behind his back.

“Needed a break from the goo goo eyes for a minute.” He chuckles. “Can you blame them?” You ask, sighing deeply. He merely shrugs before pulling you into a deep kiss. You let him take you for a minute before you put a hand on his chest, slightly pushing him back. “Noah, we’re going to get caught.” You explain, concern in your voice as you look around. “No we won’t. The others don’t even know about this area because they all quit smoking.” He chuckles. “Why did you add me to the meet and greet? The fans acted like I was the plague.

“Because, you’ve been helping this band, I’m sure at least a few fans would want to meet the drummer. Especially because you’re related to Folio.” He explains. Well he guessed wrong.

“I’m surprised they don’t want to burn me at the stake.” You shrug, looking at your feet. You could feel the confusion radiating from Noah. “I mean, it’s not like we kept our relationship private when we were together before, keeping it private now seems wrong.”

“3 years ago, our band wasn’t what it is now baby. I’m not ashamed of you. I’m just waiting for the right time.”

Anxiety filled your body as you took a deep breath. You couldn’t keep a secret from anyone and the fact that it felt like Noah was tying your hands, but that’s show biz wasn’t it?

“Hey.” He whispers, kissing your forehead gently before bringing his face to your level. His brown eyes were so captivating. You couldn’t look away from him. “Trust me. Okay?” He cups your cheek before kissing your lips gently, eerily gently, almost thinking if he were to kiss you any harder, you would disappear. The door shoved open behind the two of you which scared you both. Noah had slightly bitten your lower lip so you made a noise as he pulled away from you. You turned around and see Ruffilo standing in the door way, a look of surprise plastered on his face. You looked at Noah before looking back at Ruffilo. You felt warmth of embarrassment flush over your face before your fight or flight kicked in and you shoved past Ruffilo, back inside.

**Noah’s POV**

The minute Ruffilo opened that door, the entirety of my fucks flew right out my head. Did I want him to catch Y/N and I in the back alley? No. But was I upset that he did? No. It was going to get out eventually. Ruffilo doesn’t say anything before he steps outside, closes the door with a loud slam and shoves me square in the chest. I stumble back with a grunt before I catch myself from falling flat on my ass. “What the fuck, Nick?” I groaned, placing my hand on my chest, rubbing it softly. “I knew you were an idiot Sebastian, but I never took you as a fool.” He pointed at me. “Why the hell are you macking on Folio’s sister? Huh?”

I rolled my eyes. “Her name is Y/N.”

“Don’t bullshit me. We’re almost done with our tour and you pull a stunt like this? I always knew you had feelings for her but I never thought you’d be stupid enough to act on them.”

Punch. I punched my best friend square in the jaw. The minute I did it I regretted it because he retaliated by shoving me and he started swinging. I’m not sure if it was the testosterone that got the best of me, or the feelings I had pushed down about Y/N for so long, but they finally reached the tipping point. Nick kept swinging at my face and I tried to hold his wrists when my voice of reason came back to my conscience, but he wouldn’t stop.

My lip split and I felt bruising starting to form around my eye, until I heard the door open. “Nick!” Matt rushes out of the building, followed by Jolly and Folio. Jolly and Matt try to pull Nick off of me. With a bit of a struggle, they were successful. Jolly helped me up and Matt was furious. “Just what the FUCK do you think you’re doing Ruffilo?” Matt yells, holding Nick by his chest until he had calmed down. Y/N peeked her face out of the door, trying not to be part of the fight. She genuinely looked crushed and frightened. Nick had never blown up like this before, let alone on his best friend. The minute her eyes landed on me and my fresh injuries she looked like she was going to cry.

“Nick, what the hell?” Folio asks. Nick chuckles, astonished as he shook his head. “You all are so oblivious. Noah’ s been fucking Y/N under all of our noses while our band is supposed to be nearing it’s peak.” The area filled with silence. “That’s not true Nick.” I tried to defend Y/N, only to earn an eye roll form him. “Please. I come out here to see you shoving your tongue down her throat. What, are you black mailing her to play for us? I wouldn’t put I by you, Noah.”

** END OF NOAH’S POV**

With that comment, you could tell something set Noah off because he tried to get out of Jolly’s grasp. You could see the flames light in his eyes as he approached Nick and grabbed him by the collar, shoving Matt aside briefly. “You ever say some shit like that about her, I don’t care if you are my best friend, I swear to God I’ll kill you.”

“Noah.” Matt snaps as Noah lets Nick go, and doesn’t even bother to go back inside past you. He walks in the other direction, into the parking lot, and he doesn’t look back.

“Noah, get your ass back here right now, we have a show to do! You can’t leave! Matt exclaims. Jolly starts slowly jogging after him before you lock eyes with your brother. You couldn’t read his face but you could see an exhale exit his chest before he walks towards you. “Come with me.” Folio whispers grabbing your wrist gently.

One thing about your brother, is that when he was quiet after something of this sort happens, shit was about to hit the fan.

Thanks for the support babies <3 love you and your thoughts always

#bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #jolly karlsson #nick folio #noah sebastian #nick ruffilo #concert #badomenscult #@darkmxgician #@flowery-mess

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untitled5071 · 2 months

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I have a Lisa Frankenstein request! If you'd rather not, thats totally okay, but I'd love a modern au of them going to a my chemical romance concert. ^^ it's for me and for one of my friends too, and it would really mean a lot to us! Thank you so much for doing what you do!

I hope you like it!

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“Oh my god oh my god, I think this is it!”

Even though Lisa’s eyes were trained on the stage in front of her, her arms were busy shaking the daylights out of her husband, her hands on his shoulders while he chuckled adoringly at her enthusiasm. He wasn’t doing too good of a job at hiding his own, either; this concert may have been a gift for Lisa while they ‘traveled’ through Mexico as part of their “don’t get caught by the police” world tour, but he was excited too.

They hadn’t been to a concert in a long time; after Lisa was reanimated and recovered, the two of them had gotten as far away from Brookside as they could potentially get, and once the dust settled, they decided to do a little traveling to see what the modern world could offer them. They had no end of potential date ideas, but they both particularly liked live music.

Though their favorite of all time would always be the private one given in the living room of Lisa’s old home, they both enjoyed being among other music lovers and shouting lyrics like maniacs. Granted, he knew he wouldn’t be doing much shouting tonight in the sea of people they found themselves in-both because he knew he wouldn’t be heard and because shouting just wasn’t in the cards tonight, but it was all worth it for the sake of seeing Lisa so happy.

Speaking of Lisa, her declaration that the show was starting seemed to be right on the money, since the lights were starting to dim, the anticipatory roar of the crowd was starting to get louder and cell phone flashlights were starting to flick on like illuminated eyes across the arena. The creature divided his attention between Lisa and the stage as the sound of a heart monitor was projected over the screams of the fans, and she grabbed his stitched-on hand in a vice grip when a gurney containing a covered body was rolled onstage.

Lisa’s cheers joined that of the rest of the crowd when the body revealed itself to be the lead singer, clad in a hospital gown over his signature dark outfit and clutching a microphone. The first song was ironically called “The End”, and as the creature expected, Lisa sang every word at the top of her lungs, teased hair flying in every direction as she bounced along to the beat.

He knew buying her that second hand iPod Nano last year was a good idea.

The first verse ended with Gerard Way ripping off his hospital gown as the biggest curtain they had ever seen opened to reveal the rest of the band, already whaling away on their respective instruments. They all wore black outfits and parade marshal’s jackets (which seemed fitting), and they weren’t the only ones who had dressed the part.

Lisa had spent hours trying to pick the perfect combination of tights and tops for this concert (all black, of course), and had finally settled on black fishnet tights that she had torn and woven back together herself with more colorful embroidery thread (sticking heavily to purple and green to match her husband’s stitched limbs), a black tulle miniskirt and a black sports bra under a mesh top, complete with black and dark-gray striped arm warmers, to match the fashion of the time. He himself was wearing a leather jacket over a deep red shirt, and his best ripped jeans that Lisa distressed for him, in more ways than one. They blended in perfectly with the ocean of punks around them, and that was just fine by them.

The band cycled through their set with infectious energy and an electric stage presence, and the creature was surprised that the stadium they were in didn’t collapse under the weight of the stomping and jumping the audience was doing. He was particularly fascinated by the mosh pit that had formed towards the font; it was mesmerizing to see all of those bodies moving in such a disjointed but synchronized way that anyone could immediately understand was dangerous if not done properly. He had to respect it, honestly.

The biggest problem with it, on the other hand, was that it was blocking their view of the stage, and by the time the band’s most popular started (signaled by a single note that was almost drowned out by the crowd), the frenzied movements of the people closer to the stage got more intense, as did the noise level.

Lisa was staining herself on her tiptoes to see over the screaming heads in front of them, and when her husband noticed this, he put a hand on her shoulder gently, shuffling in the limited space that they had so that his back was to her, and squatted down slightly. Lisa got the hint immediately and hopped onto his back, and he hoisted her up so she could see over the several hundred flip phones being used to record the show and get a better view of the stage. She was delighted by this plan, holding onto him with her thighs and one hand while waving her other hand in the air, mirroring Gerard on stage. And even though her voice was meshing with thousands of others, even that of the actual lead singer, the creature thought her voice was the clearest and most beautiful of them all.

She must have been able to feel his adoring gaze somehow, because as the song ended in a shower of confetti and pyrotechnics, she bent down and kissed his right cheek first, then his left, whispering (or, given the noisy circumstance) said in a normal speaking voice,

“Thank you. I love you so much.”

And though he was particularly tongue-tied that evening and unable to speak the words back, he hoped that the kiss he gave her amidst the crowd’s raucous applause spoke his feelings adequately.

They stayed that way as the concert continued, the creature keeping Lisa safe in the arms collapsed around where she was perched on his back and Lisa sneaking little kisses or playing with his hair in between songs, and as the band played one of their slower pieces, the two undead souls swayed together, united in their love of music and each other.

These are the eyes and the lies of the taken

These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours

They burn 'cause they are all afraid

When mine beats twice as hard

'Cause the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein fanfiction #lisa frankenstein 2024 #lisa swallows #the creature #my chemical romance

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blueberrypancakesworld · 10 months

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Faust from lords of chaos. During a black circle meeting reader and Faust go upstairs and do something’s (smut if you want or they could just be cuddling) in Euromymous bed. 🖤🖤

Hello my dear anon thank you fore this cute request (I'm sorry that it took longer but it's finally done). So I hope you like and everyone has fun reading :)

Cuddle Concert

warning : just big fluff and comfort, reader is female, cuddling

masterlist

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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At night in Oslow, in the part of town that wasn't the best, the party was in full swing in the basement of Mayhem founder Euronymous's record shop. After a successful concert and finishing the new album, they had all come here to party and not too hard.

Loud, fast, hard and dark death metal music came from Mayhem who gave a small live performance for the black circle. Actually it was a simple meeting, a meeting to discuss new albums and just find new ideas with a small concert well almost. Which was only enhanced by the compressed space.

And when Death Metal fans meet, the meeting was forgotten faster than anything else. Besides, the third beer crate was already opened and one or the other had already fled to the sink to empty his stomach.

Pizza was lying everywhere on plates and tables and one or the other piece of clothing had already been torn off the body. Not to mention the cigarettes and joints that were lying and being squeezed out in the drinks and ashtrays.

In the chaos of the singing band, the drunken people dancing and shouting along. Faust and his girlfriend sat together on the old sofa which had seen better days. Both had a beer in their hands and were watching their mutual friends partying around them.

Whether it was the wild roar of Occultus' song or the dancing of Varg who had already blown away one or the other with his guitar. ,,The private concert is always the best," she heard Faust murmur as he put his beer on the already overcrowded table and put his arm around her again.

Nodding in agreement, she grinned at her friends and snuggled up to Faust as she slowly began to feel the effects of the many hours of partying.

Whether it was physical exhaustion, a slightly scratchy voice from the roaring, or just the slight headache that came over her. Putting down her own beer, she ran her hand over her sleep and sighed lightly. A little quieter roar would be nicer she thought, watching Euronymous as he seemed to push his guitar to the limit with his solo.

She felt Faust take his arm away from her and let his gaze wander over her. Before he rose and pulled her with him through the group towards the stairs. ,,What's wrong?" she asked, looking back and forth between Mayhem and him, slightly confused, as she slowly walked up with him.

Not only did she instantly feel air that hadn't been breathed ten times already enter her lungs, her headache lessened and she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. ,,Is it better?" he asked with a grin and climbed onto the bed, which was surprisingly soft. ,,Yep, actually," she replied and came to lie down next to him on the bed. Really soft she thought and adjusted her pillow and was about to lie down again when she felt Faust pull her towards him.

So that she was now lying on top of him and had a warmer, softer, more loving surface to lie on. ,,That's even better," he quipped and chuckled as she pretended to shake her new pillow before lying back down on him. His hands went to her hips, holding her on top of him and tracing small relaxing circles on her body.

Which were more pleasant than Mayhem screaming and singing for hours. ,,I know when you're feeling bad...let's just stay here," he decided and sighed with pleasure before hugging her like a pillow and closing his eyes to give his equally exhausted body a rest. ,,Let's do this until the morning, my heart," she repeated and did the same. She sighed too and made herself more comfortable on top of him before resting her head on his torso and closing her eyes.

The small circles he continued to draw were almost like hypnosis which was disturbed by the quiet heartbeat she heard. As if she were being lulled to sleep by the heartbeat that reflected nothing but peace and love. There was nothing more soothing.

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@mayhem-things , @beldamama , @bvg-w1res

#lords of chaos faust #lords of chaos 2018 #lords of chaos #valter skarsgård #lords of chaos faust x reader #fluff #comfort #cuddling

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aestheticsarereal · 2 years

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With the Band

a/n: I saw the video of Joe and had to do this. I would love to go to shows and meet artists with this man. I know music means a lot to him. Also I had to make the girlfriend a concert photographer, I HAD TO. Anyways enjoying this sweet moment<3 I do not give permission to repost my work anywhere!

pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!photographer reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: just fluff and a bit of swearing!

You can still remember the look on Joseph’s face when he got the call from his manager. Metallica wanted to invite him out to their headlining show at Lollapalooza 2022 in Chicago. You were convinced he was like a little boy on Christmas. He was bouncing up and down the walls for weeks. Working logistics out, he was able to score a backstage pass for you as well because he wanted his best girl to experience this with him.

Sure you had been to plenty of shows with Joe, especially Haim shows as he was good friends with the youngest Alana. But meeting a legendary band the both of you grew up on, you couldn’t help but feel over the moon. Premieres, press junkets and cons later you finally found yourself in the bustling city of Chicago. The sweltering heat was no joke as you were grateful you packed a plethora of shorts, skirts and dresses. Your hotel room wasn’t too far from the festival grounds and you could see the crowds forming outside the venue.

“It doesn’t feel real,” he murmured as you walked up next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your chin resting barely on his shoulder as you looked out the window towards the city’s busy landscape. “Well you aren’t dreaming that’s for sure. You worked hard for this. Everything. Not just meeting the band but the fans, the love, the attention. I know your worth and so do you.” His hands threaded with yours and the two of you stayed there a bit.

One of the many people on his team came knocking, letting the both of you know that it had been time to head to the music fest. “It’s now or never, rockstar.”

The car ride consisted of Joe practicing different jokes, lots of head banging and air guitars. Metallica blasted through the speakers of the Cadillac Escalade that held his team. You could tell he was getting nervous with the way his leg was bouncing up and down and he had been biting his thumb nail. “Hey, it’s alright baby. They are gonna love you Joe. The love that the show has brought to the Metallica fans is astounding. They would be crazy not to!” “No I know, it’s just that these guys are absolute legends and they have done so much.” “I will be right by your side, you know this.”

His hand was tightly held in yours as badges were checked in and security got through the both of you and his team. These green and lavender fabric wristbands adorned everyone’s wrists with the words “Backstage Pass” embroidered on it. It felt surreal as the two of you walked over to the private areas restricted for artists. His hand squeezing yours as signs littered with “Metallica” were becoming more apparent. “It’s all happening,” you whispered in his ear as you were jumping up and down.

A security guard told you two to wait for a minute while the band got situated. His eyes went wide in disbelief as he looked around. “Holy shit we are meeting Metallica. Fuckin’ Metallica babe,” he was going mental and it made you giggle at how excited he was becoming. That’s when he went quiet. You turned around to see a face pop around the corner. Long, curly, gray hair was falling everywhere around his face. Kirk Hammet. “Hey guys! Come in and meet the rest of the crew!” It was all happening.

Lars, James, Kirk and Robert were all there in person. You just knew you looked like a young fangirl. Joe was in a practical button up and his favorite Levi jeans paired with some worn down tan boots. You on the other hand were in a faux black leather skirt that laces up on either side. Yet, the show stopper was a corset made from a ‘Master of Puppets’ shirt. All of this paired with your favorite pair of Docs.

They had all been there in their ‘metal glory’. The lead singer stepped up taking your boyfriend’s hand, “You’re taller than on TV!” Everyone erupted in laughter as introductions were thrown around and compliments were starting to get mixed together.

The 6 of you got settled in as filming crews were plastered around to capture this gracious experience on behalf of Netflix. James and Joe immediately started going back and forth about the show and the previous seasons. You and the rest of the band watched in awe. It was unlike any other meet and greet you had done with artists. Kirk had one of his guitars cradled in his hands as he struck up a conversation with you. “Hey I understand you’re a photographer?”

This took you by surprise. “Y-yea I am! I met Joseph at a show I was working at actually!” The two of you started comparing anecdotes once James gave his thanks to your British lover when you and the 59 year old guitarist joined in along with the group. “Oh my god that was what we practically heard for two years,” you quipped up. Nodding in agreement, he added,”We feel sort of connected to you guys.” The conversation felt like it lasted an eternity when Robert pondered a great question, “You wanna jam with us?”

The flustered man to your left spouted an answer of being a bit ‘rusty’ and joked how he might need a lesson or two. The nearly 40 year old band led the way to the tuning room where the in-ears and guitars and basses were held. Drum kits with picks and sticks were everywhere. It was truly a music lover's dream. “We even got you a pair of in-ears.Not sure if you’ve used them but now you are officially a rockstar,” James explained. You sat on the other side of the room to see the love of your life get to play amongst musical geniuses.

Pictures and videos were being taken as you wanted to freeze this moment in time. Lars gave a 4 count to the beginning of the song as the three guitarists synced and Robert plucked at the strings of his bass. The all too familiar song flooded your ear canals and you moshed your head in time with the beat. As much as the two of you were repeating this, it truly was surreal.

A wide grin spread across his face as the song came to a stop but he was over the moon. He let out one of his famous giggles as Lars announced into one of the cameras that Metallica was now suiting up to be a 5 piece. Joining your boyfriend with the rest of the band, Robert brought out a rather large but flat case. Gasps from Joe and you filled the room as you clapped in surprise.

An exact replica of the NJ Warlock by B.C. Rich Guitar was gifted to your boyfriend as he dropped to his knees in a whirlwind of emotions. Your hands intrinsically went under his arms to bring him back to his feet. Tears started slipping down your face as you couldn’t hide your happiness for him. Just the kindness and atmosphere the band created for him was incredible.

“Well we could sign it for you and fuck it all up,” James nonchalantly offered. Your eyes shot straight to his, answering before your boyfriend could. “Would you mind?” A silver sharpie was being brought out as Joseph held the guitar for more stability as each member one by one autographed the special gift.

It was unspoken that pictures had to be taken. The band and Joseph. The band and you. Then eventually the lot of you.

The guitar had been gently placed back in the case as it was already being shipped back to his flat across the Atlantic. Graces, goodbyes and words of luck were exchanged in regards to the show later in the evening. Hugs and handshakes were the last thing that connected you and the band before leaving.

Small tears were coating your boyfriend’s cheeks as you walked back to your designated area. “That was incredible and I am so proud of you,” you whispered as you pulled him in for a tight and warming hug. “Most metal ever,” he mumbled. The two of you let out small laughs as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Let’s head to the stage, rockstar.”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn drabble #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie the freak munson #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #metallica #fluff

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idlerin · 1 year

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WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

guitarist! suna rintarou x assistant!f! reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

the ikarus incident (band au)

+ word count: 5.4k

note: i may or may not have exceeded the word count i aimed for, enjoy my lovelies, extras next!

suna rintarou, your boss, your friend, the one you had feelings for (unfortunately)

SUNA RINTAROU was doing what you wanted. He didn’t talk about your kiss in the parking lot and he acted normally the next day— normal as in, his usual annoying flirty self. The following day was your flight to the next country they’re holding their concert at, and the next thing you knew, you were hopping from country to country to continent within weeks, months! Time passed by like nothing happened. Just as you wanted.

Right?

The ringing of your phone interrupts your thoughts and you shamelessly reach for it in the hopes of it being a certain someone, despite it being almost 3 in the morning. Your face falls to see that it was just Atsumu.

You still answer in case he has something important to say, you know they (the four of them and some of the male staff) went out drinking yesterday evening since it was one of the days where they didn’t have an immediate flight out, their ‘boys' night out’ as Atsumu hollered yesterday evening.

“Hello—”

"[name]! Good thing you answered!" Atsumu shouts from the phone, making your ears ring. He sounded drunk, but then again he always sounded like that.

"What is it?” you place down the hot cocoa you were making because you couldn’t sleep and decided that a sweet drink would totally help.

"Uhm its Suna,” Atsumu says as you hear crashing noises in the background.

"What was that?" you frown, you were already getting your wallet, thinking, i have to get an uber, it’s a good thing you knew the address of the club, asking Suna about it yesterday since you weren’t going to come with them, it was for security measures.

“Uh nothing a glass just fell— anyways, yeah so er sorry Suna’s so drunk and he just won’t go to the hotel, says he wants you to take him home and stuff,” Atsumu laughs sheepishly, “I totally get it if you can’t since it’s not really your responsibility—”

“I’m coming,” you say, already locking your door. You ended the call with Atsumu as you waited outside the hotel doors, it didn’t take long for you to get a ride, the streets were always alive at the hotel you guys booked for the band.

Soon enough you were battling a mass of highly intoxicated people for movement. You asked the guard at the front for directions to the private rooms (showing your ID and how these were your workmates, the guard still being skeptical but you still managed to convince him after a lot of proof) but you can’t process a thing with all the bodies, flashing lights, and loud music.

When you finally freed yourself from the crowd you were glad to spot a familiar face, “Akaashi-san!” you place a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. He turns to you, a drink in his hand and a cap on, a little startled, looking around probably thinking his cover was blown. The people around you guys were too preoccupied to notice a celebrity among them though.

“[L/N]-san,” he said, “Are you here to pick up Suna?” and now they were making you sound like his guardian.

“Yeah, I can’t find the room,” you half-shout, he nods before signaling you to follow him, leading you to the room they booked. There was security in front of the door that acknowledged Akaashi and you, then opened the door. You were immediately greeted by equally loud music but a smaller crowd of people, some didn’t pay attention to the door opening while some who recognized you and waved.

You turn to thank Akaashi for his assistance but he was already out the door, he seemed in a hurry. Well okay, now where was Suna—

“What took you so long,” suddenly, there was a head resting on your shoulder and a cool voice speaking directly in your ear.

“[name]! Really sorry, you must’ve been sleeping already,” Atsumu shows up in front of you, not paying attention to the sleepy-drunk Suna on your shoulder who had a hand wrapped around your waist as if he wasn’t doing anything unusual in front of them and the other staff, “He just really won’t let the driver drive him to the hotel, kept insisting on calling you.”

"[name],” Suna says, trying to turn your attention back to him, “Can we go now," he grumbles. You take his head off your shoulder— he immediately whines but you tap his cheek to shush him as you inspect his appearance. Cheeks flushed, eyes bleary, and a little delusional.

"Why did you guys let him drink so much?" your brows furrow, you pinch Suna’s cheek as a slight scolding, he frowns but says nothing about it.

“Let’s go home,” Suna mumbles, head falling to your shoulder again as he tries to bury his face in the crook of your neck, “[name], let’s go,” he persists.

“Yeah, wait a moment,” you say to him, patting his head, you can sense the other people in the room trying desperately not to look in your direction. You weren’t going to be shocked if tomorrow there would be a new rumor going around about you among the crew.

“By the way,” Atsumu says, leaning in as if he was going to tell you a secret even though Suna could hear it perfectly fine, well, if he was even in the state to listen properly, "Did you guys fight or something, he's been a little out of it for days."

“We didn’t,” you say, dismissing him. You sigh, and grab Suna’s hand who now found entertainment in poking your cheek, "We’ll get going now."

Atsumu looked like he wanted to ask more questions but tossed you the keys of one of the cars nonetheless. You tap Suna by the shoulder to get him to stand up straight then you search around for his stuff, spot his cap and phone on the table, quickly grabbing it, excusing yourself since there were people on your way there. You go back to Suna who was now leaning on the wall and watching your movement with lidded eyes, clearly battling his sleepiness. You put on his cap enough to cover the upper portion of his face before dragging him to the parking lot.

Desperately trying to not remember certain things that happened between you two when you were alone in a parking lot.

"[name] are we going home?" Rin asks as you guys successfully evade people and walk out the bar, pressing the key to find where the car was parked.

"I'm going to take you to your room."

Silence.

You open the car door for him as he gets on the passenger’s side, but before you could close the door he blocked the action with his feet, “What do you think?”

“What do I think of what?” you ask, confused.

“I tried to.. suppress my feelings for you,” Suna leaned his head back, you almost trip on air (someday he was going to give you a heart attack) “Because I know that’s what you want,” he sighs.

You blink, back to this question again, was it what you really wanted? It feels like you couldn’t breathe. Instead, you reach a hand out, attempting to cup his face but stopping at the last minute, letting your hand fall to your side, “I’m sorry.” You were sorry about a lot of things.

“You know I would do anything you want me to do,” Suna says, staring at you intently.

You let out a small smile, certain he was telling the truth, you were too afraid to say it, but you would do anything for him too.

“But I don’t think I can do this one thing you want,” Suna says softly, “This,” he points to his chest, “And this,” he points to his head, “Only wants you.”

You knew he only had the guts to say these because he was drunk. You bite your lower lip but still can’t help but smile, “Rin..”

He covers your mouth with his hand, stopping your words, “Shh don’t answer.”

You were confused but you comply.

“I just wanted to say that I’ve always thought this.. but.. I’ve never got to say it before..” Suna says, “I think you have a pretty smile.”

He’ll be the death of you, really.

You were a little delirious and soaking wet, out of your mind for running to the studio while there was a storm raging, but you didn’t care. All you wanted right now was comfort and you wanted that comfort to be from Suna.

You knock incessantly at their studio door.

“Food!— [name]?” Atsumu was the one to open the door. He took one glance at your tear stained cheeks and soaking wet clothes and in no less than a second pulled you in. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Where’s- where’s rin?” you say between gasps, still crying.

“He went out to buy food with our manager. Come inside, let me get you a blanket you must be freezing,” Atsumu walked in with you, your eyes were on the ground and were not in the mood to acknowledge the other two people in the room.

A hand reached out to give you a towel, you looked up to see it was Sakusa. You accepted the towel and tried to dry your face with it.

“Is rin coming back soon?” you ask weakly, desperately trying to stop your tears, you hate that you were crying in front of them, your pride can’t take it.

Atsumu walks right back in with his promised blanket then puts it over your shoulders. Just as he was doing that the door opened, along with the sound of shuffling plastic.

“Here’s the food you fucks,” Suna says before he finally spots you standing in the corner, “[name]?” there was concern in his tone.

You looked up and the tears came back again, “Rin,” was the only thing you said.

He walks towards you and pulls you to his chest, the food forgotten on the ground, “What happened? Hm?” he says, just for you to hear.

“It didn’t.. go..” you inhale, “..very well,” you shove your face into his chest as you feel his hands on your hair, patting your head and you start crying even more. Today was a day off given to you by Suna, and you were supposed to meet your parents the first time after a huge fight you’ve had with them, but the dinner turned into another big fight with them ending up putting you down so much you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Shh,” Suna says, “It’s going to be okay,” he holds your head to his chest, “They don’t deserve you.”

“They really don’t,” you manage to even laugh a little. Being here, wrapped in his arms, made you feel better.

He takes your head off his chest to get a proper look at your face, he was holding your nape as he inspected the red of your eyes and nose, along with your tear stained cheeks. He uses his other hand to wipe the remaining tears away.

“I probably look awful right now, don’t I?” you ask once you finally calmed your breathing.

“Yeah, your eyeliner is all smudged, you look like a panda wannabe,” he says, smiling at you, you frown and hit him on the chest, he laughs, “You’re a very pretty panda.”

You smile back at him, “Thank you.”

“For calling you a pretty panda? Sure, you’re welcome,” he says.

You turn away, beginning to feel shy, “For cheering me up.”

Now you were starting to remember where you were, you turned your head to the sides to try and find the people in the room but they were nowhere in sight.

“They left with the food a while ago,” Suna explains.

You nod and step away from him, “I don’t think it’s possible for my parents and I to make up. They’re still disappointed I didn’t take the job they wanted me to do,” you inhale, “It’s okay, I don’t need them to dictate every single thing in my life.”

You felt arms wrap around your shoulders from behind you, “Let’s get you a change of clothes first okay?”

You were thankful for the change of topic. You were thankful he didn’t mention how intimate you two were being. You were thankful he was here. You were thankful for a lot of things.

That day was the day you knew you couldn’t escape these feelings you had for him. But you were still going to try.

After his declaration around last week, that same afternoon he acted like a usual person would when they’re hungover, groaning about a headache. It seemed as if he didn’t remember anything he said and did, you thought that until he began being more bold with his actions.

More than usual.

The other day in a solo promotional interview where he sat on a chair while people from behind the cam were asking him questions, you were with the said people behind the cam holding your usual notebook and checking this off on the schedule for today. It was going well and the staff adored him for being charismatic even off stage.

Some of the staff even talked to you and said how lucky you were that you got to work for a handsome guy and got to see that glorious (their words, not yours) face almost every day, not to mention going to their concerts for free (most of them were fans). You waved them off but silently agreed.

“When do you feel most creative?” the interviewer asked. This was already in the middle of the interview.

You scratch your eye and try to stay awake, you’ve been lacking sleep a lot these past few weeks.

You watch as Suna leans back on his chair and acts like he was thinking deeply about something, “When I feel most creative.. I guess I can’t say.. it just happens randomly, when I’m in a certain experience or inspired by something, it just comes to me naturally.”

An image came to mind of Suna on his couch, scribbling something in his songbook as you bring him snacks and drinks because when he gets in the mood to write he forgets about everything else. He would let you join in brainstorming with him, asking you for your input and even playing you some of the stuff he was yet to release.

“This is something submitted by your fans, they wanted to know what your ideal type is,” the interviewer laughed. You stood frozen in your place and blinked a few times, curious as to what he would answer, as awake as ever as if you weren’t about to fall asleep right there on your spot a few seconds ago.

“My ideal type? In what?” Suna tilted his head to the side but you knew he already knew what the question implied just with the glint in his eyes only you could read.

“In a partner,” the interviewer elaborates, followed by a chuckle.

“Ah,” Suna nodded, “Someone cute with a pretty smile,” he smirks, as if thinking about something, not hesitating with his answer.

Your face suddenly burned and you hoped no one was looking in your direction right now. Suna wasn’t looking at you but it felt like his eyes were boring onto you, his words from days before rang in your head ‘I think you have a pretty smile’.

“Recently, you’ve been shipped with actress Kiyoko Shimizu, and have even been rumored to be seeing each other when she was spotted at your concert at the start of the descent tour. Is there any truth to the rumors?”

Oh.

You saw the articles, it’s not like there was any truth to it, you should know, of course. But you couldn’t help but feel a little tinge of jealousy, although you hate to admit it to yourself. What else could explain this awful feeling in the pit of your stomach? It’s not true, not true at all, and yet at the back of your mind you think Suna would fit being with girls like her more. Ack, you were being ridiculous again.

“Ah no, I’m sure she’s a great person and stuff but we haven’t even talked to each other,” Suna shrugs, immediately shutting them down.

After the interview, when you guys were in the car on your way to leave he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. You turned to him in confusion as he just flashed a boyish smile at you, “You do know you’re exactly my type, right?”

“What,” you pretended that didn’t give you butterflies as you gave a pointed look towards your driver who was peacefully driving back to the hotel.

“He didn’t hear a thing, did you, June?” Suna says, tucking your hand in the hoodie he changed into.

“What was that, sir?” June plays along and presses a button to raise the divider and give you two privacy.

“See?” Suna says, you roll your eyes at him and think that was the end of it.

Not until you were in the middle of updating his social media apps when he suddenly pulls you closer towards him and uses his other hand that wasn’t holding yours to pull your head down and made you rest on his shoulder, “You should rest, you’ve been working hard the past few days, you might get sick, we can’t have that,” he hums.

“It’s my job.”

“Yeah yeah, your job is also to listen to me and I say you should rest.”

“You should tell yourself that first, you’ve been overworking too.”

“It’s okay if I don’t, you’ll take care of me if I get sick, so you need to rest, what if we get sick at the same time, who would take care of both of us?”

“What? First of all, your logic is messed up and second, your fans would be upset if you get sick.”

“Just my fans?”

“Yes,” you say, closing your eyes and giving in to his warmth.

He jinxed himself. Weeks later.

You shake your head at his groaning figure on the bed. It was early morning when you found Suna in this state.

“Everything hurts, [name],” he complains.

The first sign was the extra crappy mood he was in yesterday morning, followed by the coughing and his obviously paler than usual stature. It was even more obvious during their concert yesterday evening, but when you brought it up to him he brushed you aside and said he was fine. Look at him now.

“Drink this medicine,” you say, bringing in a tray with a glass of water and a tablet. He complies, not having the energy to do anything else. You knew that all he wanted was to lay down and sleep, but he can’t really do that. There’s a concert tonight too, and you know he’s stubborn enough to still go on stage to not disappoint his fans.

You put your palm on his forehead and brush his hair away from his face, he was burning. He was nodding off at your touch, “Rin, how about you don’t participate in the concert?” you suggest softly.

He immediately shakes his head, “No. I can go on later, I swear, I just need to sleep,” he says. You already knew this was what he was going to say but it didn’t hurt to try convincing him otherwise.

You were anxiously standing by the door of the dressing room as you waited for Suna to step out. It’s now 30 minutes before the start of the concert and you were really really worried. The buzzing of the crew around you accompanied your anxious self.

A click.

“Relax,” Suna says, then coughs, “My fever’s down now thanks to you, I told you I just needed to sleep,” he says. Now dressed in his outfit for the day. He did look healthier.. but you guessed that was mostly because of the makeup.

You were still skeptical and looked him up and down, “I’m still not sure, Rintarou.”

He smirks, “You care for me that much, sweetheart?”

You knew he switched to trying to annoy you to distract you, a cheap tactic, but it usually worked. Not this time though.

“Yes,” you reply, which he didn’t expect. So what? He already knew that. You were just.. saying it out loud now. You couldn’t look him in the eye after saying it. From the corner of your eye, you could see him with a hand on his forehead, as if that could hide the way his ears turned red.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbles, funny how you think the same way about him.

He was being really reckless, but this wasn’t the first time he’s done reckless things. Like that one time you were on break from your job, then he suddenly called nearing the end of your vacation asking if he could go to where you were since you were coming back to work the next day anyways saying why don’t we just come back home together? It would seem normal if it wasn’t for the fact that you were in a different country at that time. The wonders of money.

“After this, promise me you’re going to go easy on yourself, okay? I’ll clear your schedule so you can focus on taking a break,” you say, it was convenient that there was going to be a weeklong break without another concert, but there will still be the long flight that could wear him out and the meetings with some brands that could always be rescheduled.

“I’ll be all better tomorrow,” he claims confidently, even though you can see how tired his eyes were, it’s a wonder that he even has energy right now. “I don’t want to be stuck in the hotel room all the time.”

You nod, “Drink water,” you hand him his tumbler. A tumbler you bought for him the first year you started working as his assistant, it was a christmas gift (that same year he gave you a designer bag, to say you were overwhelmed wasn’t a surprise, you said you couldn’t possibly accept it but he was relentless).

“When I said I wanted you to dote on me more, I didn’t mean like this,” he jokes, but drinks the water anyways, “I was thinking along the lines of a kiss here and there.”

You check your watch, “It’s time for you to go.”

Before you could regret your decisions in life, you stand on your toes and give him a quick peck on the cheek, he didn’t have time to form a teasing response because the other crew were on him then and ushering him to his spot.

Once you were alone, you cleared your throat, that was a moment of weakness.

You were finally going back to Tokyo.

They’re going to hold their final concert to end the descent tour. You were certainly going to miss traveling, but things always had an end, there was always a next time. Plus, you got a lot of souvenirs so you were satisfied with that. The flight back was a bit quick, it felt like that because you were asleep through most of it.

“You need to get up soon,” you say to the person currently resting on your lap. The both of you were in the privacy of his personal van on your way to his penthouse as he scrolled on his phone.

“Hm, we should go on a date,” Suna suddenly announces.

“Excuse me?” you were taken aback. You say one thing then he says something completely different.

“Look at this place,” he shows you his screen where a restaurant’s pictures were displayed, the restaurant looked fancy. “It’s newly opened and Akaashi said he’s friends with the owner, we should try it out,” he waves his phone.

“I- okay? When?” date? you were still in the middle of processing it.

“Right now,” he moved so he could sit properly. “Kaito, go to this place,” he shows his personal driver his phone and Kaito nods, already knowing where the place is, “You’ll take care of our things, yes? Ask Masaru for help,” pertaining to the guy at the front desk.

“What suddenly brought this up?” you ask him, fidgeting with your hair.

“Can’t we go on a dinner date?” Suna shrugs, leans on the car door as he stares straight at you.

“I don’t even have nice clothes on for this obviously fancy restaurant,” you say, looking down at your lazy airport fit consisting of a plain white t-shirt and trousers. He was also wearing a similar outfit but he managed to still look like he came out of a magazine.

“You do,” Suna argues, deciding to make a point by looking you up and down.

“I don’t,” you deadpan.

“You always look nice anyways,” he mumbles before staring out the window.

And that’s how you ended up at one of the high end places in tokyo with none other than Suna Rintarou, your boss, your friend, the one you had feelings for (unfortunately), after months, and months, and months of overthinking about where these feelings would lead you to. It would bring you happiness, for sure, but what’s to say it also wouldn’t give you immense pain?

“Care to tell me what’s on your mind?” Suna says in your ear, lips grazing the outer shell and making a pleasant shiver run down your spine.

The both of you were looking over the view from the railings of the top floor of the restaurant Suna wanted to go to, he rented the whole floor out so the both of you could have some privacy. You were currently waiting for the food you guys ordered to arrive.

The both of you stay in comfortable silence for a moment, then you opt to look into his eyes and ask, “Are you sure.. about this?”

His eyebrows furrow, “About what?”

“You know,” you take a sharp intake of breath, pointing to him then to yourself, “us,” you purse your lips, “me,” you hate the way you sounded so insecure right now, you hated showing weakness, but you knew when it comes to him you can’t really hide your true emotions.

Suna takes a step closer to you and drops his head on your shoulder, “I’m in love with you, [name]. That night, I meant it when I said I was falling for you.”

You leaned against the balcony’s railings, Suna’s hand on your nape and tilting your head to the side to kiss you deeper. How did you guys get into this situation? You were merely talking a few minutes ago, and then.. and then.. you were staring at his lips and he was staring at yours.

It was so unprofessional.

But it felt so good.

You let your desires take over that night.

“I think I’m starting to fall for you, [name],” Suna sounded like he was teasing as usual. Joking. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, what you should even be believing in. If he did mean it, you were going to take him seriously.

He doesn’t mean it.

You think, as your boss soon apologized for things escalating as they did. You also apologized and said the both of you were completely conscious adults and knew what you were getting into. You said you guys should just never do it again.

Then the two of you got closer, got more attached, and you liked him, liked him so much. But you had to remember your boundaries.

The setting boundaries plan didn’t really work much, since you couldn’t stay away from him just as much as he couldn’t stay away from you.

“I..” you struggle to form words.

“I’m so in love with you that some days I can’t go on without hearing your voice or seeing your face, it’s awful,” he confesses.

“Rin..” you say, pulling him off your shoulder because you wanted to look at him, he silently waits for you to continue, you take a sharp intake of breath, “I want to kiss you.”

He reaches for your hand as confirmation, you stand on your tip-toes and softly press your lips against his.

Shouts and clinks of wine glasses were everywhere, along with a celebrity or two holding them. It really was a little too crowded for an exclusive party, you think. So much so that you can’t find Suna! You’ve been searching for him for almost an hour now, ever since you’ve arrived at the place the celebratory party was held. You saw the familiar faces of your coworkers along with very influential people in the industry. But there was only one influential person you were looking for and he was nowhere in sight.

Feeling suffocated from the amount of people, you search for a balcony instead. Finally letting out a breath, you tug your dress down a bit, it slightly rose when you were excusing yourself through a mass of bodies. You lean over the balcony to see a view of the pool where people were already laughing and swimming, you squint to try and see if you could spot Suna’s figure.

“I knew you’d be here,” the cool, familiar voice that always made your insides feel funny.

You turn and give him a glare, “I was looking for you, I called you a lot but you never answered.”

He raises a brow, standing by the door of the entryway to the balcony, “I was looking for you. And I forgot to bring my phone,” he raises his hands to show he was empty-handed as he walks towards you.

The two of you decided that after your dinner date you would be staying at your own apartment while he goes home to get ready for the concert the next day, after which, the both of you would meet up again at the celebratory party.

You cross your arms at him as he places his hands on your waist and pulls you closer, “Did you miss me?” he asks, giving you his mischievous smile.

“I saw you 3 hours ago,” you say.

“That’s not a no,” he leans in to kiss you on the forehead.

“You’re unbearable, just wait for me to hand in my resignation letter,” you roll your eyes.

“Sure, you liar.”

You laugh before reaching a hand out to cup his face, “Congratulations,” you say, for the success of their tour, you were so proud of him, you even cried at the end of their show earlier (yes, you bought tickets again) but you would never let him know that.

“Where’s my ‘you’re amazing, rin’,” Suna grins, teasing with the sign you made for the start of their tour. You can’t believe he still remembers (you can believe it, but you would rather not), you feel your face burn even hotter because of the memory, he would never let you live that down.

“Don’t you want something better?” you say, wrapping your hands around his neck and giving him a coy smile.

“Something better? Hm? What could that possibly be?” he plays along, his fingers purposefully brushing the skin of your thigh just below where the fabric of your dress ends, leaning in again to start chasing your lips but you put a finger on his lips to stop him which in return he gives you a frown.

He was going to say something, probably going to be a complaint- but you were quicker than him.

“I love you, Rin,” you say with a warm smile on your face, you can feel the way he froze at your words, you never said it back on your dinner date after all. You regretted not saying it back, but really, you were speechless last evening.

His expression turned into his usual resting face as he told you, “Say it again.”

You bite your lower lip, “I love you, Rin.”

“Again,” he says.

You laugh, “I love you, Suna Rintarou.”

“I knew you were obsessed with me,” Suna said once he recovered, “I love you too, [name].”

“Aren’t you going to ask me out?”

“But we’re already dating?”

“What? Since when?”

“Huh? I thought we were already—”

HEADLINE:

lead guitarist of ikarus suna rintarou spotted on a date with non-celebrity girlfriend? who is this unknown woman!

note: and that concludes it! see u in the next ikarus band member’s story. hint hint secret relationships

ps. clingy suna is the best, i love him

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warmerstranger · 10 months

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I want request request headcanons for Ritsu and Izumi to find that their s/o is a underground singer (maybe seeing her in the underground live-house) please!

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ft. Ritsu Sakuma, Izumi Sena x fem! reader

thanks and sorry for the long wait, izumi's part was the part i most struggled with, did I make him too yandere-ish... hope you enjoy either way though!

°°``Marked as and included with: fluff, angsty kind of, Ritsu feeling a little possessive mood, stalking and breaking-in implications

Ritsu Sakuma

To be honest, Ritsu would pick up on some assumptions immediately about his girlfriend keeping something from him especially if there are signs; some specific and unfamiliar string of words he wouldn't expect to come from your own mouth even when it's just a thoughtless mumble or being an added part of a ramble, a set of distinct clothes or accessories, or just your random things as if belonging to some obscure band.

The worst assumption coming to his thoughts would somehow escalate to the scenario of you cheating on him or leaving him, even though it just pains him to think about the possibility. He would have asked you about it with all the stuffs he has seen when some crucial clues about what you have been doing is picked up by his hearing from Mika and/or Mao when the latter give him a ticket to some underground live night concert which Ritsu would know about the truth if he comes there (dragged along by Mao's insistence and promise of company in the end).

Even though, he really doesn't want to go through the hassle and mingle with the crowd... He ultimately decides it's best for him to wait himself for the ultimate reveal—to another part of yourself that you've been hiding all this time.

The moment he steps in that livehouse, he already feels out of place and hates the noisy and rough atmosphere. He would be hanging around in the back, discerning through others a presence he seeks from the sidelines where he can have some space and keep to himself. He might be far away from the stage, but he can still see it, and even just witnessing your performance puts him in a trance that brings him to another realm of dimension.

- After the truth is revealed, he would make it like you owe him a lot since his energy has been sapped away just for something like this which shouldn't have been hid from the first place (you really made him worry the worst, it could be called as a stingy revenge on his part).

- You wouldn't get off scot-free from his relentless teasing for the next few days. Not even after that you can rest easy (you're the one who should have to let him rest easy on your lap or shoulder, he will be borrowing them a lot)

- He would definitely feel a twinge of jealousy with the specific group of audience you have since you're not that publicly known, it makes them more private and somehow that sour his pleasant train of thoughts whenever it cross his mind.

- Though, he's thankful you don't get exposed much to wide popularity since he doesn't want you to be getting that much spotlight. After all, you're one to be with the dark just like him, right? He would only want you all for himself for the most part he could get your attention.

- In a way, your overall theme reminds him of his certain someone (if the scope of genre is akin to punk rock, metal or anything similar), Ritsu could use it to his advantage for Rei—casually implying that even an underground singer he's a loyal fan of is thousand times better than his bothersome older brother in general, just to jab it where it hurts him the most or pushing him to get all jealous.

- You aren't that much of an exception for that kind of treatment, still. He makes it an inside joke or references in conversations if there's someone else with you two and especially if you would need to keep it a secret from the others. Oh, he would enjoy himself a lot when that could get a reaction out of you.

- If it isn't obvious enough after you have tried to hide it from him, the truth is Ritsu would feel mostly hurt inside for that fact. Even though you should've known about how much he opens up and gets comfortable with you by now to let him be there for you. Like he cares if you're an underground singer or not, you're stuck with him he would stick with you whatever the circumstances.

Izumi Sena

Since this man has already juggle the schedules of his idol work and modeling jobs, he would focus more about the fact that sometimes you seem tired out of nowhere and even staying up late with reasons of doing important projects. He gets more overbearing, would force scold you to take care of yourself more, sleep early more often or you'll have to tell him what you've been doing like he's probably thinking you're up to some fishy things going on with an illegal group or something. Really insufferable for him to know there's a hidden thing about you and it bugs him so much that he's kept up at some nights wondering.

You really thought you're so sneaky and he would just brush it off, huh? Well, that's where your mistake lays. With his persistence of watching you more closely that he might or might not put a voice recorder taped in your room from an unknown spot. After having gathered enough intel, he would finally follow you out to some place he has an inkling of where the place is.

Either from a backstage or a place where he can see you up close, he's cheering for you in a lovestruck gaze complete with a phone discreetly recording and taking pictures once you arrive on the stage. You simply are breathtaking, leaving him almost tearing up, it's like he fell in love all over again with the same already charming girl who stole his heart.

Your attention would be on him no matter what that you fumble on your lyrics and trying not mind him with your whole might (fail) while keeping up a professional performance—all at once.

- Izumi is totally having a field day out of it. He would soon nitpick on parts of your performance you need to improve in the first chance he could get. You've still got a long way from the 'competency test and assessment' he gave if you could still get distracted by even his presence, after all.

- At the same time, he would express what he thought in a cool mocking confident attitude about how you color him suprised that your passion can be felt through your hard effort as if he didn't just look like a die-hard fan.

- He doesn't even care anymore about how you were hiding it from him, since he was able to welcome himself very easily into this another part of your life.

- The revelation would give him an ego boost and he's even prouder now to have you as his s/o (he already has a whole album and collection about you anyway). You proved yourself worth of his support, it goes without saying, he would give you advice with valid points that still consider your ideas or feedbacks of course.

- He's quite strict in making sure you don't overwork yourself. Like if you look tired or anything, do it in a place he couldn't see it so he wouldn't be bothered and minding your business (which would be quite impossible because he monitors you closely). Though, it's a living contradiction when he also doesn't let you to slack off too much.

- Not even your audience or longtime fans are safe from his watchful eyes, they would have to pass his selective evaluation. Still, he wouldn't stop your rise of popularity or anything.

- Overall, Izumi would only check how things are progressing with your singing career and butt in every so often when it goes out of track. Just let him have the right to keep your life in check, it's that simple.

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18+ Drabble: Ari Levinson, Rock Star

Here it is! The result of the poll that ended last night, where you lovely people chose for Ari Levinson to be a rock star. I thought I knew what was going to happen in this drabble... and then it just took off on its own... for nearly 3,400 words.

This drabble is for my @the-slumberparty bingo card squares Rock Star AU and Airplane Sex. 😏

Title: Ari Levinson, Rock Star

Pairing: rock star!Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: R

Warnings: semi-graphic sex

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"So this is how the other half travels," you say as you follow Ari Levinson up the stairs to the private plane.

"Maybe," Ari says with a laugh. "But I only travel this way when I have a wedding to attend in Boston a mere 36 hours or so before I'm supposed to headline a show in LA."

"You're a really good friend," you tell him as you look around the small, but elegant plane. There's a long bench of white leather seats as well as four rows of traditional seats. "Where should I sit?"

"Wherever you'd like," Ari replies. "It'll just be the two of us."

You set your purse down and then turn to look at him. "Wait, what? Where's the rest of your band? Don't you have a full entourage?"

Ari chuckles before saying, "They're already in LA. I can travel by myself, I do so quite often. Just because I'm a rock star doesn't mean I'm a complete idiot."

"Mr. Levinson, we are preparing for takeoff," the lone flight attendant says. "Do you or your guest need anything?"

"No, we're good, but thank you," he responds.

"Very good, we'll close the door and proceed then," the flight attendant tells him. "Ring if you need anything."

Instead of sitting down next to Ari for the cross country flight, you take a seat in the row across from the seat he has chosen.

"You really don't travel like this every concert?" you ask him.

"Definitely not," he says with a laugh. "I'm subjected to a smelly tour bus with the rest of the band and crew."

While his voice is dripping with sarcasm, you can see the glint in his eyes as he speaks. The tour bus might be smelly and full, but you can tell he still loves it.

Until last night, you hadn't seen Ari since the summer before you graduated college when he and his band had played a concert at your university. You had gone and hadn't planned to say anything to Ari, until your roommate had found out that you knew him. She'd convinced you to try and get backstage to say hello, and, you know, for her mingle with the band.

You'd convinced the security guard that you were a friend of Ari's from high school, which almost failed until the band's drummer happened to walk past. You'd called his name, recognizing him from school, and the rest had been history.

At least for your roommate and the drummer. You'd introduced the two of them and they'd been inseparable ever since. Even after he decided to leave Ari's band to take over his dad's business.

It had been their wedding, last night, where you and Ari had reconnected.

The two of you had been catching up when you'd gotten a notification to your phone that your commercial flight to Los Angeles had been canceled. Upon learning that, he'd immediately offered to join him on his private flight and hadn't given you a second to protest before he'd sent a message to his manager that he would have an additional passenger on his flight.

"Thanks again," you say to him, once the plane is in the air. "You really saved me. I would have missed at least the first day of my conference."

"What kind of conference? Is it for work?" he asks, running his hands through his perfect, rock star length hair.

"Yes, for work," you reply, ignoring the first part of his question. It's not that you are embarrassed by your work, because you aren't, but not everyone understands.

"This plane has wifi," he says with a grin. "Don't make me google you."

Even though you know he won't find anything, you give in, because if there is anyone who would discover the truth it would be Ari. Even in school, he'd had the annoying habit of being able to find out things that people didn't want others to know.

"I'm a romance author," you confess. "I'm not speaking at the conference, or anything, but some of my friends are, so I wanted to support them and attend some of the panels."

"You must write under a pen name," Ari says, looking up from his phone. "What is it?"

"Ari, it's romance, I write romance," you state, feeling your face heat up. "You don't need to read it."

"I thought we already discussed the fact that I spend a lot of time on a tour bus. I have a lot of time on my hands and don't tell the guys, but after a while, even video games get boring."

You cave and tell him your pen name. Afterall, it wouldn't take much work for him to get the name from your former roommate anyway.

Ari lets out a whistle as he obviously looks at your bookography.

"My publisher insists that half naked men on the cover sell better than those without," you say defensively.

"They must know my publicist," Ari jokes. "Why else do you think I, a musician, ended up on the front cover of a workout magazine with my shirt off?"

"Do you ever wish you could just do the music thing without the fame part?" you ask, wanting the attention off of you and your books.

"Definitely, but I've been a starving musician and it's a rough life," he replies, putting his phone down. He gestures to the plane. "This is what people picture, but really, it's hours on the bus, often where you fall asleep in one state and wake up in a completely different one. Sometimes, in a completely different time zone. It's far from being the glamorous life of the rich and famous, for sure."

"Do you date?" you ask, impulsively. Then shake your head before adding, "Please don't answer that."

"I don't mind, not with you," he says. "After all, who better to tell than the neighbor who spied on me growing up."

"I did not spy on you!" you exclaim, wishing you had something to throw at him. "You were the one who went skinny dipping in your backyard in the middle of the night and forgot about the security lights. It woke me up and I thought someone was trying to break in. I didn't expect to see you and your -" you gesture to his nether regions.

"My dick?" he offers with a grin. "Based on the covers of your books and one of the reviews I saw, I'm willing to bet you have a lot of terms for it."

"Ari," you say warningly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he says. "I couldn't resist, but I'll lay off for now. But if you ever decide to write a book about a hot rock star, I'm happy to lend a hand."

You clear your throat, slightly embarrassed.

"You've already written one," Ari says, sitting up straight. He grabs his phone and in pure know-it-all-Ari-fashion, it takes him less than a minute to find the book and read the synopsis.

"Alex Lewis is a famous country music star who is taking over the world and breaking hearts everywhere he goes. Until he returns to the small town he grew up to attend his grandma's funeral. There he is just Alex Lewis, the country boy, who left behind his high school sweetheart, Rachel Andrews, to pursue his dreams."

Ari stops reading and you can feel his eyes on you. The two of you were never actual high school sweethearts or anything close to it, but you had been close growing up with only six feet between your bedroom windows.

"I didn't have a plane this fancy in it," you say, trying to sound casual. "All my research led to what you already confirmed, that it's mostly tour buses and such."

Ari says your name, but you ignore him and continue, "Honestly, it would be a sure fire way to impress someone, though." You choose not to mention the other idea that being on a private plane brings to your mind, but you tuck it away for another day. Afterall, you're still working in the same universe that Alex and Rachel live in and you could write a novella for them.

"Is it?" Ari asks.

His voice is closer than it was and you look up to see him standing in the aisle.

He picks up your purse and sets it on the seat he vacated before he sits down next to you.

"Real talk," he says. "When we went to that party in 9th grade at Bobby's? I wanted nothing more than to kiss you when we were all playing spin the bottle."

You remembered that night. Bobby's parents had gone out and he'd invited a dozen or so people over for a party. The bottle had been spun maybe four times before his parents had shown up unannounced and put an end to the party. Your mom had picked you and Ari up and had lectured you both about peer pressure.

"I wanted to kiss you that night, too," you confess.

"I wrote my first song ever about you. It was a horrible song, but I had to write it. Had to express everything I was too afraid to say to you."

You study Ari's face. He has matured over the years, obviously, but you can still see a hint of the kid you'd grown up with.

"I feel like I'm a character in one of my own books," you whisper to him. "Childhood friends who secretly liked each other and couldn't admit it until years later when they are suddenly thrown together."

"Characters that weren't ready for each other when they were younger," Ari continues, making it obvious that he is familiar with romance novels. "They needed time to figure out who they were without each other so that when the time was right, they knew they'd live happily ever after together."

Silence falls between the two of you as you process everything that's been said during the last few minutes.

Ari's confessions were everything you'd dreamed of as a teenager, but now you and Ari are grown adults who don't know much about each other and he is at the beginning of what is slated to be a two and a half year long world tour.

"I can work from anywhere," you blurt out.

He raises an eyebrow in confusion, but seems to figure it out quickly enough. "Like in the back of a smelly tour bus? Or backstage at a concert venue?"

You nod your head. You know it's too fast for that, but the fact of the matter is that you can write anywhere.

"Good to know," Ari says. He sets his hand on the armrest between you, palm up, and you put your hand on top of his.

—---------

One Year Later

"I can't believe you got us the same plane," you say to Ari as you sit down.

"I wouldn't be the perfect husband for a romance author if I didn't," Ari states as he takes the seat next to you.

"Husband," you repeat with a silly grin on your face.

"Wife," he replies with a grin of his own.

After dating long distance for a few months, you sublet your apartment and went on tour with him full time. Then, after an awards show in Vegas, the two of you had eloped with just his band members in attendance.

Now, after stopping at home to renew your vows in front of family and friends, you and Ari are heading overseas for the European leg of his tour. The rest of the band and crew are already there, intentionally, and the two of you are, once again, flying privately just the two of you.

"We could have flown with everyone else," you say to him as the plane reaches altitude.

"We could have," he agreed. "But there's something we couldn't do with them on the plane."

You arch your brow but have to wait for him to explain when the door opens and the same flight attendant from the last flight comes in carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Thank you," Ari says as she sets them down in a place obviously designed for them to remain secure.

"Ring if you need anything else," the flight attendant says.

"Would you like some champagne?" Ari asks, standing up to pour some.

"Yes, but first tell me what you were going to say," you insist.

"Alex and Rachel's love scene in that Valentine's Day book," he says with a twinkle in his eye, speaking of the book you'd released a few months into your relationship. "I want to recreate it."

"Now? Here?" You gesture to the plane.

"Yes," he says, handing you a champagne flute.

You narrow your eyes and ask, "Ari, is this why you insisted that we have our own, private flight to Paris?"

"Well this and getting to spend an extra night in our own bed," he answers. "I've only slept in that bed maybe 10 times since we got it."

Despite your insistence that you could work from anywhere, Ari had decided he wanted to live near where you guys had grown up. You'd given up your apartment and the two of you had moved into a modest house in a gated community that offered some semblance of security for a rock star and his romance writing wife.

"Alex was more seductive in his approach," you point out. "He at least had the decency to flash his abs to Rachel before he suggested they do it on the plane."

"Alex has nothing on me," Ari scoffs. He hands you his champagne flute and pulls off his t-shirt, tossing it across the aisle.

He reaches for the button on his jeans and you stop him, knowing full well he is commando under them.

"Slow down, turbo," you tease. "We have plenty of time."

"You compared me to a fictional character," he mutters as he sits down.

"A fictional character that I based off of you," you remind him as you study him. "A character that, honestly, fails to live up to the original." Leaning over, you kiss his shoulder. "Let's finish our drinks and then I'll show you why I wore a dress."

Ari pauses with his glass halfway to his lips and then his eyes drop to the skirt of your dress. "I know what your characters usually have under their dresses when you specifically mention them in the lead up to a sex scene," he says and then adjusts the front of his pants.

You smirk into your champagne flute.

A year ago, you weren't sure how Ari would react to the sex scenes in your books, not to mention the way your mind often worked through sex scenes as you were writing them. But he'd quickly become an asset when it came to writing them, especially when it came to trying certain positions to see if they were possible.

Champagne finished, and the glasses safely returned to a special holder, you lift the arm rest between the seats and pull Ari's hand over to your lap, encouraging him to discover what you both already knew: you'd slipped your panties off before the flight had taxied to the runway.

"Fuck," he groans as his fingers find the heated, bare flesh of your womanhood.

He makes to get down between the seats to see you and taste you there, but there isn't enough space between the seats.

"Fuck this," he says before picking you up and carrying you the short distance to the bench.

Your laughter fades away as he hikes the skirt of your dress up and begins to play. He teases the soft skin of your inner thigh and has you squirming and begging for his touch in no time.

"Please, Ari, please," you beg him as his fingers brush your sensitive numb again, sending shocks of desire through your body.

"I love it when you say my name all breathy like that." He smirks and then wraps his arms around your hips and pulls you forward so you're practically on the edge of the bench.

You moan as his fingers finally touch you there and your hips rock forward of their own accord. Years of playing guitar have left the skin of his fingers rough, but also amazingly strong from tip to base.

When you think you're about to come, he slithers a tongue through your slickness and takes you all the way to your breaking point. He softens his touch as you ride through your climax, but he doesn't let go of you completely.

"Fuck, I love your mouth," you mutter as you stare down at him. "Make love to me?"

"Forever," he responds. Standing up, he toes off his shoes and then drops his jeans to the ground. Then he looks at you and smiles when he finds your dress gone. "Couldn't wait?"

"For this?" you ask, reaching your hand out to caress his dick. "Never." The object in question seemingly grows harder in your hand.

"He's excited," Ari says with a shrug. "Can't say I blame him." He lets his eyes linger over your naked body. "I'm excited, too."

Letting go of him, you keep your eyes locked with his as you turn and lay down on the bench. He follows, positioning himself at your opening.

"Ari," you whine as he teases you by sliding in a little then pulling out.

"Babe," he mimics before he leans down and kisses you.

You gasp against his mouth as he finally slides all the way into you.

"They can't hear us," he whispers. "Be as loud as you want."

With his encouragement, you lose yourself in the moment as his body rocks against your own. You wrap your leg that isn't pinned to the side of the bench around his waist, groaning against his lips as you take him deeper.

It isn't until later, after you've both come and you're curled up in a blanket on the floor, that you find out just how much you lost yourself when you see the nail marks in Ari's skin.

"I'm so sorry," you say with a laugh.

"Guess it's a good thing I always wear a t-shirt on stage," he replies, leaning down to kiss you. "Besides, it's not like it's a secret or anything. I'm a married man." He holds up his left hand. "I wear this all the time, including on stage."

Grabbing his hand, you bring it to your lips and kiss his ring finger. You place his hand on your breast and close your eyes to rest.

"As happy as I am right now, I gotta admit, I wish you'd have realized how good I looked naked when we were 18," he says.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rest forgotten, you raise yourself onto an elbow and study him.

"I did it on purpose," he states. "I could have turned the security lights off, but I didn't. I wanted you to see me."

"Ari!" you exclaim, playfully swatting at his chest.

"I was desperate and maybe a little drunk," he admits. "But I guess it all worked out in the end."

"After you told all your friends that I spied on you from my bedroom window," you mutter.

"Ok, that was one of my weaker moments," he says with a laugh. "But I really thought you'd see me naked and want to be with me."

"How drunk were you?" you ask, cautiously.

"Drunk enough that I was going to declare my love for you that night until you stuck your head out your window and told me to put some clothes on and go to bed because some people had to work in the morning," he replies, perfectly mimicking your voice.

"Oh Ari," you sigh though it quickly dissolves into a giggle. "Leave the romance writing to me."

"You are not allowed to use that in a book," he says quickly and firmly.

"I'm sure I can convince you," you say, letting your hand glide down his torso under the blanket. "One way, or another."

By the time the plane touches down in Paris, France, you've convinced him multiple times over.

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