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tell me you need me (1 of 2) | c. berzatto x reader

It was good when you started but Carmen Berzatto had the ability to make anyone fall in love with him no matter how much you tried not to. (friends with benefits!carmen, smut, mndi!!!, unprotected p in v, smut! smut!, angst!! fluff, maybe some bad words, blood, unedited) MASTER LISTS

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I need you tonight. Want to go?

You sighed at the message that Carmy sent you. “Want to go” was a code for “I want to have sex.” and it’s been working pretty well for these past few months. You both needed some sort of release for the pent-up stress that you both have. Carmy, with the Bear and you, with art. You were a full-time artist; creating art inspired by food using oil paint and other forms of media. You’ve been stressed with your upcoming gallery opening next month. Would they love it? It’s quite hard to meet the expectations after winning the Herb Alpert Award in the Arts last year. It was close to Carmy’s James Beard Foundation award, if not the same. In a way, at the end of the day, you were two people excelling in your jobs except for everything else. You sucked at relationships, friendships, connection…what wasn’t artistic; you sucked at. Carmy was the same. Without thinking, you typed your response, a four letter word. Maybe you’ll see him tonight.

Carmy enters your home like he lived in it. He had his own set of keys, it was easier that way. He’s been so stressed with the Bear and the only thing that he needs is to blow off some of that steam before he can be functional again. There was supposed to be a celebrity who was wishing for a whole fucking kitchen tour tomorrow and he had to stay behind to make sure that everything was perfect.

“Hey,” he greets you when he sees you perched on your couch. He liked your apartment much better; at least you had multiple rooms and your own space. It’s not like his; there was work everywhere while yours felt homey. Except your studio down the hall—damn, how much do artists earn today?

“Hey,” you replied. “Did you have dinner yet? I can heat up some of the Chinese food I ordered earlier.”

“No, no. It’s alright,” he says, removing his shoes in the doorway. You were always so tidy and meticulous. No outside clothes on the bed; he had to learn that the hard way. “Actually, um, can-can I take a shower first? I want to wash the day away and I-I smell like the kitchen.”

“And you took the L,”

“Ubered here, actually.”

“Surge rates?”

“I was in a rush.”

“Oh,” you gulped. “Well, you still have your clothes in my wardrobe and your toiletries in my bathroom.”

“Which one?” he asked. “Which-which bathroom?”

“The one in my bedroom,” you replied. “You know where the fresh towels are. So…”

“Uh, yeah-yeah,” he says. “Thanks.” You only smiled at him. Conversation before your engagements are usually awkward because you both knew what the two of you were there for. It’s more comfortable afterwards; when he talks about the Bear or asks you about your art.

You and Carmy met from a friend of a friend. You were looking for chefs that could serve you inspiration for your paintings when she mentioned Carmen Berzatto. You reached out to him and he replied three months later, telling you that he can show you some of the recipes that he’s been working on. He’s an artist himself—Sistine Chapel art kind of stuff. He explained the components of his dish over dinner in your hotel apartment in New York. You mentioned that you were from Chicago and he mentioned that he’s from Chicago too…you drank too much wine and the rest was history.

You both stopped communicating when he met Claire but he reached out again, asking if you wanted to meet. He told you all about her and how he fucked up. You drank too much wine again. History has the habit of repeating itself.

You swore to never fall in love with Carmen Berzatto and you didn’t…not until recently. He used to leave immediately once you’re both done. Lately, he’s been staying over. He talks to you about everything. He stays over and wakes you up with coffee and some Michelin Star quality pancakes or French toast. He watches you take your first bite before he takes his, likes to watch your reaction and likes hearing your praise.

You were too lost in your reviere to notice Carmen walking to you, all fresh and clean. He lays a hand on your shoulder and kisses your neck.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, voice deep and sultry.

“You,” you replied, reaching up to massage his curls.

“Good,” he says, removing himself from you and sitting on the opposite side of the couch. “Needed you today…but I want to talk first before…before…”

“That’s fine with me,” you replied, inching closer to him. “What’s wrong?” He puts his hand on your knee, squeezing it lightly. Since when was he so comfortable around you?

“I…I just… Mikey,” The name lingers heavy in the air. Anytime Carmen feels the crushing weight of the pressure, he says Mikey. Whenever he feels inadequate, not enough, never enough—he says Mikey.

“He’ll be proud of you, Carm,” you said, smiling at him. “Like everyone else is.”

“I’m sorry for not inviting you to the opening…Claire was-was there and…”

“I understand,” You put your hand over his to reassure him that everything’s okay. “I understand.”

“You wouldn’t have seen me,” he chuckled. “I was locked inside the walk-in the whole time and well, everything was great. What if I’m not needed?”

Is it too late for me to love you?

“Carm…” you trailed off, trying to find the words. “Of course, you’re needed. The Bear wouldn’t be The Bear without you, you know? Your family must be so proud of you because I know that-that I am. I’m so proud of you and I-I need you so much,” you told him. “I need you, Carmen. More than you could ever know.”

Is it too late for me to love you?

Maybe it was the words that you said, maybe it was the long forgotten show on the T.V., maybe it was because the T.V. screen illuminated your face in a way that was so, so beautiful. Maybe it was just him.

“Let’s go to bed,” he rasps, taking your hand and dragging you to the bedroom. Once he closes the door behind him, Carmy presses you against it, taking your chin and kissing you. It was slow and needy; this kiss was needy. You trail your hand underneath the white shirt that hugged his figure. You caress his sides up and down; softly; slowly and Carmen releases a whimper into your mouth. I need you. I need you. I need you.

“Baby,” he whispers, pulling away from you to remove his shirt. “Baby, baby, baby.”

“I need you, Carmen,” you muster the courage to kiss his neck now, sucking and nipping right under his collarbone. He lets you do it, he lets you mark him like you own him. He tugs on the roots of your hair lightly. You lick the purple bruise, nipping it again just so it could last one more week. Carmen was sighing above you, letting you take him like he wanted to be taken. His hands itch, slipping right under the waistband of your panties to cup your heated cunt. “Carmy,”

“I know, baby. Let’s get you to bed, hm?” he asks, pushing you slightly. “Lay down for me. I missed you so much. Let me show you,”

You obey his commands, opening your legs widely like he likes. He crawls until his face is right in front and removes your underwear, tossing it to the side. He’ll take care of that later.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, when he lets his index finger trail along your slit. You buckle in need; silently begging him to do more. “So, fucking wet,” he repeats, parting your folds until he sees your glistening cunt.

“Carm…” you whine. He spits on your clit and you whimper.

“Let me taste you, hm?” you heard him say, his wandering fingers rubbing all sorts of shapes on your folds. You could only nod and he takes that, licking a bold stripe. You press your cunt against his tongue and he just takes it. He licks a few more stripes before sucking your clit softly.

“Carmy,” you moan. Your hands trail down underneath your shirt, thumbs softly flicking your sensitive nipples. Carmy could just come at the sight of you playing with them but he holds back, sucking your clit harsher before plunging his thick middle finger inside you. “Oh, fuck,”

He pumps the finger slowly…in, out, in, out while he licks your sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Carmy,” you whimper. “Fuck me,”

“Later,” was his nonchalant reply; enjoying the sweet nectar that dripped from your sloppy pussy. It was better than any dessert he’s ever had before. If it was um to him, he’d have his head buried in between your legs, eating you out forever. You buckle again, pinching your nipples hard and tugging them.

“Carm…”

“I know, I know,” he says, sucking your clit harshly for one last time before crawling on top of you. “Taste,” he orders. You obliged, opening your mouth and putting on a show with the way you licked your juices off of his finger. “Fuck,” he groans. He palms himself through his boxers while you sucked on his finger. You released it with one last suck before putting your hand on top of Carmy’s to feel his hardening cock underneath. You push his hand away while you squeeze his member lightly. Just enough for him to rut his hips against your hand. Just enough for him to toss his boxers to the side.

You tried to sit up to see him pump a few strokes, moaning your name while he did. He gets off the bed, looking at the way your body moved while you breathed.

“Beautiful,” he whispers to himself before dragging your body to the end of the bed. He pries your legs open and puts one of them over his shoulder. He liked it like this, it fills you up in ways you cannot describe. “Need you to play with your tits while I fuck you, hm?”

He taps his cock against your pussy.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” he asked, sliding his cock in between your folds. You could feel the protruding vein run along your nub and you moan, massaging your breasts to show him your obedience. “Fuck,”

“Carmy…” you whimpered. “Please.”

He hums, grabbing his member and teasing your wet entrance with his pink tip. “You’re so…”

With no warning, Carmy plunges deep into you and you both groan. You were waiting for this. He’s been wanting this the whole day. He stays there for a few seconds before he thrusts in and out of you slowly.

“Fuck,”

The slopping noises inside your room reverberated in your walls and for a few moments, the sounds of your groans and skin slapping against skin heightens your arousal. Carmy thumbs your clit and he feels your walls clench around him.

“Don’t do that, petal,” he rasps, sweat dripping on his forehead. “I’ll cum fast if you do.”

“Sorry,” you choked out. He only grunts as he adjusts his pace. He was faster now and you could hear he ragged breathing. “Carmy, I need you.”

“Y-you need me,” he repeats to himself. “You need me.”

“I do,” you told him, moaning when he plunges his cock deep inside you. “Need you, need you,”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Tell me that you need me. Tell me,”

“I need you, Carmy,” you whine. “I need you to cum inside me,”

Carmy’s eyes widened. You’ve never let him do that before. He always had to pull out or use a condom.

“Want me to fill you up?” he asks, his voice strained. “I’ll fill you —oh, fuck,”

“Yes, please,” you sobbed, breath hitching at the feeling of his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, Carmy.”

Sex has never felt this good.

You could feel the breaking point come nearer and he does too. His movements were sloppier, his breathing even more ragged that it was. Your walls were clenching around him but that seemed to arouse him even more.

“Fuck, fuck,” he grunted. “I’ll fill you up, hm?”

“Yes, please, Carmy,” you whine. He could only nod, doing his best to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted to prolong this feeling; this emotion but he couldn’t. “Fuck, Carmy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Carm—oh!”

He follows soon after, moaning your name as he shoots ropes of cum inside your pussy. He could feel your walls clench around him and he thrusts in slowly, to ride both of your orgasms away.

“You-you liked that?” he asked. He doesn’t pull out. Instead he takes your other leg and hangs in on his shoulder. “We have to make sure that not a drop goes to waste.”

You nodded and felt his hands caress your legs slowly. He slowly lays your legs back down on the bed and crawls on top of you, kissing your torso, neck, and your chest while he did.

“Stay there,” he ordered and you nodded in assent. You just let him cum inside you. He walks over to the carafe on your bedside, filling the glass with water and then, taking a hand towel from your cabinet. He pours a little bit of the liquid onto the towel. You sit up when he wordlessly gives you the glass of water. He watches you finish it and kisses your head when you gave him the glass back. He sets it on the floor carefully before opening your legs so he could clean you up.

“No,” you shook your head and he stops, alert because you told him no. “I’m…I’m still sensitive,”

“Okay, petal,” he nods, taking the glass and the towel away. He picks up the tossed articles of clothing puts it in the laundry basket. He was quiet when he takes a fresh set of pyjamas and underwear from your wardrobe. “Raise your arms,” he says and you do. He puts a new shirt on you. “Lay down.” You followed him. He puts a new pair of panties on you. “Thank you,”

You were so tired now but you were still so aware of Carmy’s actions. He stands up from the bed to wear new clothes and sits down on the bed. He carefully places your head on his lap and plays with your hair.

“Thank you,” he says, bowing down to kiss your forehead. “Why don’t you sleep for me, hm?”

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

“Waffles or pancakes?”

“Waffles with whipped cream.”

Why won’t you let me love you?

There were times when you’d fight with Carmen. A disagreement over something so, so, so small. This time, it was big. It was the opening of your gallery and he promised to be there. It was a big night—multiple art collectors and mongers from all over America came to see your latest pieces. They were all inspired by the food you grew up eating in Chicago; a collection of how culture, identities, and personalities affect eating. Your paintings were in vibrant colors—cup ramen with cheese, cannoli, food that you grew up eating whenever your mom was away. There were small details on the significance of the new collection to your life and he wasn’t there. You were on the stage, telling everyone how grateful you were to the audience but you were preoccupied, looking for a familiar mop of curls in the crowd. He didn’t come. He didn’t go.

You smiled at them half-heartedly before leaving the stage, ready to be whisked away by some art dealer. You were whisked away by multiple guests, asking you for more details on the painting. You all told them everything they needed to know, what they should do if they’d like to make a purchase…

It would have been alright if he texted you…but he promised he’d be there. He promised he’d take you home. He promised.

Carmy was sitting alone in his apartment. He left The Bear earlier than usual and went straight home. He did it all, shower, put a nice suit, and fix his hair. He did it all, he even ran to the nearest florist to buy you flowers but he didn’t go.

Isn’t this what lovers do?

He wasn’t your lover. He couldn’t let himself be distracted again. He had to focus; he couldn’t fail the people that relied on him. He looked at the bag of groceries he got from the store; he was supposed to cook you something special tonight. Have you eaten yet? Fuck the suit that he paid for dry cleaning; fuck the flowers; fuck him. It must have hurt you—he knows that. Tonight was a big night and you were so excited to show him a painting that you’ve been working on.

“I won’t sell it,” you told him. “I’ll have it shipped to you first thing in the morning.”

Would you still send it to him?

By the end of the night, you were exhausted. Happy, but exhausted. It was normal; talking to everyone and being scintillating the whole night was work but it was worth it. Your paintings all had their new owners, except for the painting that you promised to Carmy. Would he still want it? You were alone in the studio, wrapping the 4 by 3 foot canvas with the best quality glassine. You were giving this to him tomorrow. If he doesn't want to have it, you’ll probably just donate it somewhere else.

You laid awake in your bed all night long, waiting for his text. It was funny, just last week he was begging you to tell him that you needed him but when you needed him most, he wasn��t there.

You arrive at The Bear just before it opens, the big canvas tucked under your arm. He was sure to be there and had always told you to use the back door if you weren’t dining. You always obliged, of course, opening the backdoor to reveal everyone. You’ve met Sydney and Richie before but you haven’t met the others yet. You were an alien in an unknown world; Carmy’s employees looking at you, as if wondering who this girl was.

“Hey,” Sydney greeted, looking at the glassine covered thing that you were carrying. “Didn’t know you were coming in today. Congratulations on your exhbit,”

“Yeah, Congrats. What’s that, sweetheart?” Richie asked.

“Oh,” you just nodded. Carmy couldn’t even look at you. “I just came here to give this to…uh, Carmy,” you cleared your throat. “Carm…?”

“Uh, yeah-yeah,” he stuttered. “Can we go to the office?”

“Sure.”

You followed him into the office while Richie tells everyone to go back to what they were doing. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, afraid that this was going to be another one of those petty fights that you’ve had with him.

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

“You didn’t come last night,” you told him, shielding yourself from him with the painting. “I…I waited.”

“Sorry,” was his laconic reply. You nodded, chuckling.

“That’s all?” you asked. “Just…sorry? No explanation, no nothing?” you asked. “I was looking for you the whole night, Carm. You promised you were coming,”

“I don’t know what-what you want me to say,” he says, looking everywhere but at you. “I-I-I’m sorry, okay? I had other plans.”

“You promised months ago that you were coming,” you repeated. “I called Sydney last night because you weren’t answering and she told me that you left early.”

“You’re spying on me now?” he asks, suddenly defensive. “I had things to do that night. I can’t-can’t just put everything on hold for-for you.” He spits his words like venom, voice getting louder with every word.

You frowned, not recognizing who the boy was in front of you. It’s not like you asked him to put his life on hold. Your heart was beating so fast in anger, ears ringing.

“I see. So you just need me around and you-you just I don’t know, call me because you need to get your dick wet?” you asked, matching his volume. “You just need me around when no one else is there to fuck you? Is that it?” you asked. “What the fuck?”

Carmy blinks, tries to think of the words he’s about to say but he couldn’t stop himself. He could never seem to stop himself.

“You’re the only one desperate enough to do so,” he shrugs. It breaks your heart in pieces, really. The nights Carmen spent nuzzling his head in your shoulder before you slept probably meant nothing to him. Your face falls, contorting in hurt at what he just said. Fuck Carmen Berzatto. Fuck him. “I’m not your fucking boyfriend. I don’t know why you expect me to just-just-just do something!”

“Maybe I wanted you there as my friend!” you shouted over. Your voices could be heard from outside but everyone else pretended like they weren’t listening to anything that you both were saying. You were shouting over each other now, the fuse just breaks. “If you didn’t have any fucking plans to actually go, then don’t give me your good for nothing fucking promises!”

“I don’t need a girl leeching on me when I’m opening a fucking restaurant. Do you want me to put everything on you just because you asked me to? I’m not your fucking boyfriend. You know that right? And maybe-maybe I don’t want to be your fucking friend either!”

“Why would I want you to be my boyfriend, Carmy? You’re-you’re fucking unreliable! You have issues that need fixing. You think Claire could fix that? You think I could fix that? You think the girls you get wrapped around your fucking finger can fix your fucked up fucking head? Huh? Is that what you think? You’re so fucking miserable you make everyone around you miserable! Grow up!” He’s hurt. That’s what you thought of him? That he was miserable? Did he make you miserable?

“I don’t need to go to your fucking art exhibition when they’re all fucking shit.”

You closed your mouth before you could protest. The pain of his words felt like a slap on the face. If he regretted it, he didn’t show it. You turned away, nodding.

“Fuck you, Carmen. Don’t fucking call me. Don’t fucking knock on my door. Don’t…don’t fucking think of me. I’m fucking done with you,”

“Yeah? You’re done with me, huh? Fuck you,” he spits back. He heard the waver in your voice; heard how you tried to steady everything. He wanted to say sorry but you were already leaving. Richie and Sydney couldn’t even ask you what happened because you were rushing out, throwing the painting you worked hard on for days at the back. Fuck Carmen Berzatto. Fuck him.

“Fuck!” his chefs could hear from outside the office. Everyone heard the vile things you both screamed at each other; everyone heard why you were so angry. Everyone fucking heard. Nobody dared to move, they didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Carmy’s anger; not when The Bear was about to open. Continuous loud bangs and sounds of some object being thrown were heard too. Sugar sighed.

“Carm?” she called from the door. “It’s almost opening,”

“I-I-I know, Sug.” he replied, blinking. “Uh, can-can you guys go ahead? I’ll be there, I just-just need to you know, calm down?”

“Okay, Bear,” she smiles, tapping the door frame before leaving Carmen in his own thoughts. He gets out of the restaurant through the back door, about to light a cigarette, when he sees the canvas wrapped with glassine.

“Fuck,” was the only thing he could mutter before taking it and sitting where the staff usually stayed at when they wanted a break. He lights up a stick and lets it hang loose on his lips while he opens your gift with shaky hands. He was so immersed in the experience, gently removing the tape and making sure that nothing was ruined that he didn’t notice Sydney.

The glassine reveals a painting of a plate of cannolis. He remembered that he told you the story about cannolis during Christmas and how he wanted to recreate that—take it for himself. He traces over the precise brushstrokes shakily.

“That’s a good painting,” Sydney spoke, her hands behind her back. “Would be a waste to just throw it out.”

“I know,” Carmy nods. “I’m sorry you had to uh, hear all of that.”

“It’s…something,” Sydney replied, making Carmy chuckle.

“I always…always seem to uh, fuck up everything,” he muttered. “I was on the way there, you know? Last night?”

“Yeah. You were so excited,”

“I was,” he coughed. “But I didn’t go because…” Words died down in his mouth. Why didn’t he go? “I’ve said some things and she-she doesn’t want me to call her anymore and I-I understand but like, I don’t know, Syd.”

Don’t know why I could never seem to just let myself enjoy things. I don’t belong anywhere else but in the fucking kitchen. It’s the only thing I was good at.

“I didn’t really want to to, uh, fuck this up.”

I want to talk to you.

Come to my apartment after your shift. Or whenever.

Carmen feels his palms sweat when he reads texts you sent him days ago. He decided to go today, finally—he was never good at confronting things; always so explosive, so defensive. He didn’t know what he’d feel like today. He knocks on your door and hears the shuffling from the other side. He just got out of The Bear; he was tired but he forced himself to go. He had to go.

“Hey,” you smiled tightly when you opened the door. “Come in.”

He nods, wordlessly entering your apartment like how henused to. Bag and shoes on the side. Somehow, this made him more nervous than usual. This was a prelude to something else entirely; he believed that.

“How are you? he asked, voice small and looking down.

“I’m…good,” you replied, looking away. “You?”

“Busy,” he replied. The air felt heavy and his palms were sweating. “I’m…I’m sorry for not being there when I promised you that I would,”

“Why weren’t you there, Carm?” you asked and he could hear the sadness in your voice. He knew that your exhibit meant a lot to you. “You…you told me you will and well, you were…the-the person I want to be there the most.”

“I didn’t know that. I’m- I’m sorry,” he shrugged. “But why? I mean, I-I don’t know art. I like my shit but I-I’m not cool or understand—“

“Because I like you, Carmy.” you told him, looking at him now and trying to go nearer. He stepped back and you stopped your tracks.

“You—what?” he asked, shaking his head furiously; like your confession offended him. “You…like me.”

“I do,” you nodded. “But…it doesn’t matter.”

“Fuck. How many times do we have to go back to this very same place for you to understand?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. He told you before that he didn’t want to date. You told him you understood. You told him he was being egotistic when he told you not to get attached. He wanted to leave. He didn’t expect this to happen—he didn’t want this to happen. “I don’t—I don’t—“

“Carmy,” you cautioned him, trying to ease your beating heart. “Can you listen to me? I-I-I like you, okay and I’ve been thinking about it too. I’m—you’re always staying behind after sex and well, I just maybe thought that you liked me too.” You replied, swallowing his rejection for now.

“I don’t,” he snaps, tone sharp. “We’ll both be miserable in a relationship. I’ll never make-make you happy. You’re right, you know? I’m unreliable and-and-and issues that I need to fix…and I’m not the one you’re looking for,”

“I’m sorry for saying that. It wasn’t my place to do so,” was your meek reply. How does he feel so far away when he feels so, so, so close?

“No, uh,” Carmen blinks, shaking his head. “It’s fine. I-I-I needed to hear those things, you know? I’m sorry too…for everything.”

“Thank you.”

“That’s it then?” he asked. He was distressed. How could he fuck this up after telling Sydney that he didn’t want to fuck things up with you? “I…I had fun,” You were the only one who kept me afloat when everything else turned to shit. I missed you when we stopped talking. I should have fought harder. What else could I have done?

“Fun,” you chuckled bitterly. “Fun…that’s the only thing you’re going to say to me?”

Carmy frowned.

“What else did you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, Carmy!” you exclaimed, pacing back and forth but never towards him. “God! Tell me that I’m important to you. Tell me that I’ll still be your friend…tell me that you—that you—that I mean more than a fuck!”

Silence. Carmy couldn’t find the words to tell you what you truly meant to him…that he wanted what you wanted too but he was too scared to fuck it all up again like he did with Claire.

You nodded, looking away. You breathed in deeply, as if trying to relieve yourself of the hurt. That’s all you’ve ever meant to him.

“You lead me along and it’s fine. I know that it’s my fault for wanting other things but at least…at least tell me that I’ll still be your friend; that I still matter to you even if I dug myself a hole by feeling things. Tell me that you still need me to put everything on hold for you because I’ve been waiting you to call me all day…”

“I don’t want you to do that. I don’t want you putting your life on hold for me,” he rasps. “I don’t…”

“But what if I wanted to?” you asked, face slightly contorted because you didn’t want to be so vulnerable in front of him. Not when he hasn’t told you what you wanted yet. Carmy was just looking at you, tapping his foot on the floor. It was a nervous habit that he developed. Fuck, he needed a cigarette.

“Can you, uh, leave?” you asked, voice low. “I…”

“No, no, no,” he begs, rushing towards you. He grabs a hold of your elbows to remind you that he was there. Would it mean anything? Would his touch convey all of the words he wanted to say?

“Carm…” your voice breaks. “Carm…”

“No, no. You’re not just that to me,” he reassures “But you have to understand that-that I can’t love you like that.”

“Carmen, please…” you beg, tears brimming in your eyes. “Please…just, just leave,”

You’ve never asked him to leave before but it seemed like it was what you really wanted—like it was what you really needed. He nods, kissing your head softly before detaching himself from you.

“I’m sorry,” Carmy said. “For-for not saying the right, uh, things.”

“Yeah,” you nod, hiding yourself from him. He hated that you had to do that when you’ve cried on his shoulders multiple times. He never liked seeing you cry; he just didn’t know that one day, he’ll be on the receiving end of your sadness. He watches you rub your forehead, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. If you started crying, would he stay?

It’s been months since Carmy left. He’s been in his best form in the kitchen. He was making things easier for his staff; he was working twenty four hours a day. Going to The Bear early to help with prep; staying late to help them clean after a long shift of cooking and cooking and kitchen tours. He’s been getting acclaim—more acclaim, really. There was a waiting list on his restaurant and positive reviews from left and right flooded in. The Bear was dubbed as “The Restaurant of the Year” in Chicago despite being less than a year old.

He’s been doing good—perfect.

It was like he was a hamster in a fucking wheel with no other way to escape. He likes putting himself in gear, like driving fast because it makes him believe that nothing really hurts him. He didn’t like being at home; it reminded him too much of you. It reminded him of when you’d lean on the kitchen counter, a small smile on your lips while you watched him cook you something. He didn’t like sitting on the couch because it reminded him of when he slept with his head on your lap. He didn’t like it in his bedroom because he’s reminded of that night when you pulled him closer in your sleep. He didn’t like The Bear because the painting that you gave him hung so proudly by the dining area. It was marvellous—they said. How was he able to get a painting that you did when your art was so valuable and in demand?

He was moving so fast so you wouldn’t cross his mind but it seemed like no matter what he did, he'd end up thinking about you anyway.

It didn’t matter, how come a fall like that made him feel like flying? Maybe he’s waiting for it to hit him but he was feeling alright.

He was alright.

“Chef!” Sydney called, looking at Carmen who was chopping the vegetables like a madman. “Carmen!”

“Fuck, what, Sydney?!” he asked, slamming his knife on the counter.

“You’re bleeding,” Marcus told him and Carmen looked down, blood was all over the chopping board. “You’ve been bleeding for a few seconds now…we’ve all been calling your name, Chef.”

“Fuck, I-I-I’m…” Carmen was a blubbering mess, just watching his hand bleed like it didn’t matter. “I’m-I’m,”

“Take a break, Carm,” Sydney says but her partner just shakes his head. “Carm—“

“Sydney, don’t—don’t make me take a fucking break, please.”

“You’ll need to clean up and make sure there’s no more blood,” Sydney told him. “I’m not fucking around,”

“Yeah,” he nods, putting his fist over his heart and drawing circles. Sydney nods and Carmy fixes his station.

He couldn’t stop shaking, though. Even Tina saw how his hand trembled. What the fuck?

“Carmen,”

“Yeah…just…just give me a second, please.” he nods, picking his knife again and doing everything perfectly. Like clockwork. He’s back. He’s back. He’s fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m alright.

PART 2

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blackopals-world · 10 months

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I Found Home

Part 8

(part 1)(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Vil

"The Ally"

Yuu pressed the peach-colored gloss to her lips with practiced ease. You'd think that something so simple could be done without thought at all but she knew that perfection wasn't easy.

Grimm slept soundly curled up on the bed. He was taking a nap before their appointment.

Yuu was expecting the photographer in a few hours which gave her time to finish getting ready.

No, this shade wouldn't work.

Yuu wiped away the lipstick. It wasn't the right color and this shoot was too important. It would be the promotional shoot for her new release and everyone would see it.

Her gaze drifted to another tube with a beautiful shade of plum she had saved when she last toured. It was her favorite but never had the heart to use it, because when it was gone then it was gone for good. The brand didn't make it anymore and she didn't want it from another.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't about the lipstick. Maybe it was deeper. It didn't matter.

"Rook this isn't funny. Can't you take her for the day?" Vil growled over the phone as he adjusted the baby in his arms. He kept her grabby hands away from his tied up hair.

"Non, you know how busy I am right now. The exhibition opens in a week and the installation pieces need to be overseen and tested. We are behind schedule as is. As the artist, I need to make sure everything is perfect. Bella can't be here with all the construction." Rook sighed "Can't Monsieur Poison Apple watch her?"

"No, Epel is presenting a few of his show horses for an upcoming competition. I don't want her around a bunch of animals while Epel is working." Vil couldn't even imagine what could happen in such a situation.

"It won't be so bad our Trickster will love her. She has always had a soft spot for little ones. She looked after our dear Epel after we graduated and made sure he was a great dorm leader."

" Yes, it is a bit much to show up at random with a baby." Vil sighed. "What would she think? After everything we..."

"...have faith. At least you can say you have become more nurturing. If I recall she liked it when you showed you cared for Epel." Rook tried to joke.

Vil remembered it, she would reward him for being nice to her friends. Not with presents or vocal praise, her reward was something she didn't know she was giving. When she was happy with him her eyes had this warmth. Vil had once believed that smiling with your eyes was hust an idiotic line from scripts from romance movies. But when she did it he understood. The unabashed joy showed on every inch of her face was captivating. It was an expression he could never replicate.

A little hand tapped his cheek as he reflected. Bella's big round eyes blinked owlishly.

"Thank you for trying to help. I'll call once I get back." Vil said ending the call.

They were almost ready for the shoot. Yuu had on a floral lilac tea-length dress perfect for a garden party. Grimm had on a matching lilac dress shirt with white pants and suspenders.

"Grimm, remember you can't play in this outfit and get it dirty." Yuu knew the foolishness in asking a toddler not to get their clothes dirty but he had hoped Grimm would listen. The photoshoot wouldn't be more than a few hours.

There was a knock on the door. Yuu cursed under her breath, the photographer was early and she still wasn't ready. She couldn't let them wait.

She quickly answered and the figure behind the door wasn't who she expected at all.

Long white gold hair, lavender eyes, and picture-perfect face. She'd be a fool not to recognize him or blind. Vil looked almost exactly the same, It was almost like time stopped for him.

All the while she had changed alot. She filled out here and there, especially after becoming a mother. She didn't complain since it was easier to balance a toddler on your hips with a curve. The downside is becoming a human pillow whenever you sit down as Grimm needed to be glued next to her. Time didn't stop for her.

A small gurgling hiccup made Yuu's eyes shift downwards to the stroller that was just off to the side. Inside was a baby about 7-8 months old. She was beautiful. Soft fair skin with pink cheeks, curly blonde locks with streaks of black, and brilliant purple eyes like Vil. She had a stuffed apple toy in her mouth that she was determined to bite.

"Oh, my...congratulations Vil." She was excited of course. She loved babies and this own was so cute and so much like Vil. But despite having no reason to be upset she felt a pang in her heart. Vil had gotten married. Probably, no defiantly to someone beautiful beyond reproach. She had to be the fairest of them all and smarter too. She probably loved Vil with all her heart.

That thought comforted Yuu. This amazing woman would take care of her friend and brought him a beautiful healthy child. There is nothing more perfect.

"Thnak you, her name is Belladonna."Vil said watching for any change in Yuu's expression.

He noticed the wistful look she got when she saw Bella. Something he felt a little bad about. He knew how much she had wanted a baby in the past.

"Wasn't he adorable?!" She could bearly contain her joy as she practically skipped around the studio.

One of the supporting actors had brought their baby in after their nanny canceled. It was holding up the entire shoot much to Vil's annoyance.

He had plans to take Yuu to that play she had been harping about. Though he wanted to see it too.

"Babies are only perceived as cute because otherwise, they'd be so ugly we'd abandon them," Vil said plainly. "Why else would you want a screaming creature that defects itself?"

While what he said wasn't technically a lie Yuu still swatted his arm lightly.

"I get it you're jealous of babies who get all the attention. You don't get it. Babies a pure, they are experiencing things for the first time and are exploring the world around them. When you're around them you just know you will become the person they rely on to teach them and keep them safe." Yuu said with stars in her eyes.

"I get it you want to push out a screaming pinkish monkey one day." Vil taunted.

"I will remind you that you were once a screaming monkey. And I bet you were the cutest little chubby baby." She gushed in a baby talk voice. "I can't wait for you to walk down the aisle so you can have one of your own."

"As if, I'm not the one to settle down nor have a child. I have my career to focus on and if you want to write those books you harp on you'd do the same." Vil wouldn't even entertain the thought.

It's not that he actually disliked kids, he knew better than anyone that parenthood takes away opportunities. You can't be present and working all the time.

"More good women have been lost to marriage than to war, famine, disease and disaster. You have talent, darling. Don't squander it." Vil had heard Professor Crewel tell Yuu this once.

It was the blatant reminder that whatever 'this' was between them would not last.

"She's beautiful Vil...I bet she looks just her mother." Yuu smiled as she taped the Bella on the cheek making the baby squeek in joy as she grabbed Yuu's finger.

"Yes, she does." Vil sighed. He didn't want to bring her up.

Yuu bit her lip. She did want to talk about this anymore but there was a part of herself that wanted to punish her for her feelings.

"I can't imagine you getting married. Unless it's one of those celebrity marriages that don't last but you'd never do something crude like that." Yuu laughed.

"No, I never got married. I prefer the single life. My mother however thought it was wise to start another family and Bella was left to me." Vil picked up his little sister and let Yuu coo over her.

"So she's not yours? Wait? I thought you and your mother were estranged." Yuu asked.

"We were but after she said she wanted to make up after getting pregnant we began talking. I still resented her for abandoning us but I was willing to be a brother. She however just wanted to leave another child behind." Vil didn't blame Belladonna, she was another victim.

"I see, I understand how you probably feel. Parenthood takes you by surprise." Yuu smiled, she guessed anyone can change.

Suddenly Vil looked pass Yuu shoulder.

"Dear, what is that?" Vil asked with a puzzled expression.

Yuu turned her head and saw her three-year-old sprint by with only his pull-up on.

"Grimm, where are your clothes?" Yuu asked calmly.

"You said I couldn't get them dirty. Now they won't."Grimm said as though he was a genius for finding the loophole.

Yuu sighed.

Vil and Yuu sat and talk while Grimm slumped against his mother's side. He had been redressed with the help of his mother's friend. Grimm was a bit star-struck as the very pretty man straightened his shirt.

Grimm had never met anyone this pretty except for his Mama. Yep, not even Vil could win this battle. One day Grimm will love another but no one beats his wonderful mommy. He will forever be a mommy's boy. Vil had captivated Grimm especially when he helped comb out Grimm's hair. He called Grimm "A little potato " and Grimm didn't know what that meant but he liked it.

"So you just found him?" Vil asked his eyes drifting to the boy who shyly buried his face him Yuu's side.

He was relieved but felt embarrassed to think that. The prideful part of him couldn't take second place but that shouldn't mean that Grimm didn't deserve a mother. He'd feel no different if it was Bella. She had become his world.

"Yes, I feel lucky every day. If not for Grimm I doubt I would have ever had a child." Yuu said sadly.

"You've always wanted a baby though."

"I wanted to get married and do the traditional family. But I've known for a long time that's not something every man wants. I want that person to be the one for me but I'm greedy. I wanted him or no one." Yuu shifted her gaze away.

Vil almost apologized. He may not have known who broke her heart but that didn't mean he didn't understand.

Bella began getting fussy as she made a loud babbling yell for attention. You could practically hear her saying "What are you doing over there and not looking at me?!"

Vil knew Belladonna only wanted attention from new people. She wanted Yuu to go back to cooing over her. He picked up the little girl and placed her in his lap. Bella however didn't want daddy she wanted the nice pretty lady. She reached out her tiny arms and made grabby hands to be picked up.

Yuu squealed in excitmemt as she scooped Bella up in her arms.

"Oh my goodness! You're so widdle!" Yuu gushed.

Bella actually had a reason she wanted Yuu as she turned her head to her chest and nuzzled her breast. She was hungry.

Vil and Yuu turned red.

"I don't know where she learned that. She's a bottle baby. She's never even breastfed." Vil said trying to take Bella back only to get kicked with her little sausage legs.

Yuu laughed at the father and daughter duo. Seeing Vil frazzled for once was hilarious and adorable.

"Why don't you get her bottle and I'll feed her." Yuu said.

Vil thanked her and went to warm up a bottle.

Grimm watched the baby with curiosity. He had never seen one this close before. She was so little, even littler than him, and Mama said he was really little.

Grimm touched the baby's little foot with tiny tiny toes and the baby laughed.

"Baybe." He said in awe.

"Yes, she's a baby. You used to be this small too." Yuu ruffled Grimm's hair.

Bella reached out patted Grimm's hair as she copied Grimm. Grimm had hearts in his eyes as played with Bella's hand. Her hand wrapped around Grimm's finger as she gurgled and chirped.

Vil returned with a bottle and passed it to Yuu. With a bit of help Yuu fed Bella.

"You need to try to remain clean and tidy Grimm." He said sternly as he brushed the boy's hair back in place.

"But Mama did it." He pouted wrapping his arms around Vil's forearm.

"Then make sure she knows not to do that. You're Mama can be a very affectionate so she doesn't know when to stop." Vil warned as Grimm laughed.

After Bella was fed and burped Vil sat her down in her stroller. She would get sleepy soon but he didn't like laying her down after eating, too risky while digesting.

The photographer arrived right after and Yuu and Vil discussed boring stuff with them whole Grimm stayed with the baby.

Grimm got an idea and ran up the stairs and stumbled back down with a picture book in one hand.

"Look Bella this is my book." He said showing the baby. He was going to read her to sleep like his Mama did. " It's about a queen and the prince of fruit."

The book was actually called "The Noble Queen and the Prince of Apples". The book starts with a boy who lived in an apple orchard. One day a queen passed by in her carriage and wanted an apple. He asked the boy to pick an apple and when the boy handed it to the queen the apple turned silver. The boy was amazed and asked the queen how he did it. The queen said that he would teach the boy if the boy came to the castle with him. Everyday the boy had to work for queen. He did every task the queen asked which required patience and thoughtfulness. He learned to be graceful by drawing water without making a ripple, he learned to lead by organizing the queen's schedule and giving orders, and he learned to speak by watching the queen stand before the crowd. Every time the boy learned a new skill the queen taught him a spell but everytime the queen showed him a better spell. He turned a peacock feather gold, turned water into wine, roses into silk, and a mirror into diamonds. The boy would stay to learn more and more and before he knew it years had passed. Until one day the boy made a spell that grew a silver tree with apples of gold and leaves of diamonds. It was a gift for the queen and only he could pick an apple or break a branch off of it. The queen was happy with the boy and told him to return to his orchard. In that orchard the boy found a new kingdom had been made and the queen had given the boy the land to rule since was now ready. From that day on the boy was the Prince of Apples.

"That's a beautiful story." Vil said feeling that it sounds vaguely familiar. Still, he liked the sound of this queen.

Yuu pressed her lips together praying Vil didn't realize.

"Vil we should focus on the photoshoot. I need to get the kids outside." Yuu placed a hand on Vil's shoulder.

A quick outfit change later the families gathered in thr garden. Grimm stood at his mother's side as she sat down next to Vil who was holding Bella.

"You are a beautiful family! After this can I have the mother hold the baby and the little guy sit with his dad." The photographer said.

Yuu blushed, the photographer might have gotten the wrong idea when she asked to include extra guests.

Vil had no problems as they shifted to the next pose. Grimm gleefully sat on Vil's lap as he leaned over to hold Bella's hand.

Vil laughed, he knew Grimm was a natural model. The boy loved the camera or the attention at least. The photographer managed to get a candid picture of Vil kissing the boy's cheek as he smiled brightly. It came out so perfectly you'd think they were an ad in a magazine.

Vil couldn't wait to share these with everyone. They did look like a perfect family and he found that he really liked the way that sounded. He can admit he was wrong about family life.

(I'm done! I'm finally done! Pray to God it's good)

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be-with-me-so-happily · 11 months

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Not Another Time

ONE SHOT

[ or Part 2 of Could We Not ]

<< Request >> "I loved could we not. Can you maybe also write when that guy came running on stage and he maybe pushes reader out of the way or something like that😅" - anon

<< Request >> "Omg PLEASE could you do more parts or ‘could we not’ literally loved it!!!" - @loza--may

Summary: Harry is used to things getting crazy on tour. What he wasn't ready for is how much he misses YN during the Latin American leg of his tour. But at the Rio de Janeiro show, he needs to expect the unexpected.

AN: Highly requested part 2, which I wasn't expecting but am so honored to have written for you all. Sorry it took me FOREVER to write and post this. I hope you like it.

Warnings: Some explicit language, attempted attack by a fan, mild head injury

Not much can shake Harry when it comes to wild moments on tour, throughout his entire career. There once was a fan hiding in a trash bin, dildos thrown at his face, wedding proposals, canceled shows due to illness, and there was even a time when a girl tried to dolphin her way onto the stage, back in the early days. But he still loves it, loves it all. It's titled 'Love On Tour' for a reason.

Now, he's in Latin America. Any and every performance here has such a special place in Harry's heart. He has a 'brasil' tattoo on his thigh, after all. However, the time is a little different.

The horn players have not accompanied the band for these shows. No trombone, no saxophone, and no trumpets. Which means no YN. No sweet but subtle winks onstage, no flirtatious comments backstage, no seeing her bright smile, no hearing her pure laugh, or getting lost in her beautifully deep eyes. No gazing at her lips and wishing so desperately that he could kiss them again.

Unfortunately, their first kiss was their last. Harry hopes that's not forever. But after it happened, he got sick, putting a crimp in his plans to further things with her. When he recovered, their time was taken up by those last few shows in Los Angeles. Then he was off to Mexico. And she wasn't.

Needless to say, her absence is very apparent. To him, at least.

So, like he has done every show since Guadalajara, Harry checks his phone after getting dressed. He wants to make sure he hasn't missed any 'good luck' texts before going on stage, but a disappointed sigh releases as he sees that he has no new messages.

"Alright, H. Ten minutes." The stage assistant announces.

Harry nods, handing his phone over and grabbing his mic pack from the sound tech. The band gathers around for a little pre-show ritual and Harry feels the tug on his heart, wishing there were four more members in their huddle, so there could be one particular member tucked under his arm. But he commits to staying focused on his performance, to put on a good show for the people of Rio de Janeiro.

Despite a few fans fainting in Bogota, things have been relatively smooth so far, and this night should be no different. All he has to do is get out there and get through it.

"Do you know the words to this one Rio?" Harry shouts to the crowd as the band begins to play 'What Makes You Beautiful'.

Despite his efforts, this song always makes him miss YN. The trumpets in the backing track just don't do this song, or any of the songs, as much justice as when she is there, with him, playing live. The other three too, of course, but he has always been able to distinguish her trumpet from the other horns, and he would always dance near her while this song played. Without that, without her, it's just not nearly as exciting.

As he begins the second verse, Harry moves to his left, twisting around to tug on the mic cord that feels as if it's caught on something.

"I don't know why you're being shy…" Harry's eyes shoot up and then around as a security guard strides past him, settling his gaze on a figure charging towards him. "And you turn away when I look into your eyes."

It's like a flash. He is walking, then swiveling around, moving over, and then backing up into another security guard. All within a matter of a few seconds. It takes a moment for him to fully understand what's happening, as multiple crew members grab hold of the man.

Watching him be dragged offstage, Harry moves back to the center mic, still in shock of what happened but still wanting to continue the song.

He glances over to each side of the stage, shaking the disbelief away when he meets the gazes of a few of the band and crew. Each one reciprocates the sentiment, yet seem to keep their caution, as a few of them motion over that way. Harry turns back, just for a quick check, and notices a small group of people gathered in a huddle. He turns back to the crowd. He trusts his team, he knows they are handling whatever it is, and he won't let this one moment take away from the show. It can't stop him. It won't stop him.

As the song ends he takes a quick moment to gather himself and take a breath before turning to the crowd.

"Well that was different…" He states sarcastically, though truthfully. It's probably one of the more accurate ways to describe that moment, especially if he's trying to keep this a 'family show', as he always claims. "Is everybody okay?"

The fans laugh and cheer, seeming to answer his question with the same disbelief he feels.

"I'm shooketh… I'm shooketh!" He exclaims, receiving another laugh from the audience. At least they are recovering and feeling good. Now he can recover and feel good too. He twists around, looking from one side of the stage to another, meeting the gaze of a few security guards and crew as he does so. "Thank you, thank you. You saved me!"

That's when he catches it. The glimpse of a familiar face, of YN's face, off to the side of the stage, among the small group he had noticed earlier. However, her expression is not one he's seen before. Well, only once before. It's pained, again, but this time it looks worse, and Harry feels his stomach drop.

He transitions into a quick acknowledgement of his band members, his mind wanting to focus solely on the one who wasn't even scheduled to be there, but as soon as he's done, he takes advantage of what's next.

He uses the band mic to let everyone know he'll be off to the side while the extended introduction to 'Late Night Talking' plays on the screens, and once the lights dim he swiftly makes his way over.

"YN. What's-... what are you-… umm, hi." He fumbles, his thoughts racing with so many questions. He didn't even know she'd be in Brazil, or at the show, let alone on the side of the stage, and now she's standing there in front of him, with an ice pack on her head.

"Hi." She chuckles minimally, hurting Harry's heart with the lack of usual enthusiasm and joy. "I came… to surprise… everyone."

"Well, you did that!" He exclaims, managing as best of a smile as he can. His gaze travels from her eyes, to her lips, and then up to her head, and his expression immediately drops. "What happened?"

"It's nothing." She attempts to play off, much like the last time he saw her injured. "Don't worry about me."

"That's impossible." He retorts. "What happened?"

"The guy… the fan, just… knocked me down… on his way out with security." She shakes her head, scoffing, though Harry feels as if she's directing it towards herself more than anyone else.

"Okay. Umm… go backstage and get checked out." He states, his ears picking up on the music, knowing he'll have to return to center stage in just a few moments. "I'll… I'll see you after, yeah?"

"Harry, I'm fi-"

"Just do it!" He exclaims, immediately wincing as he watches her eyes widen with surprise. He's never talked to her like that, never even raised his voice even remotely in her direction without it being out of excitement or flirtation. But he cares about her, and now he will only worry more seeing her there in pain. "Please."

She nods, opening her mouth with a reply, but seemingly deciding against it.

Harry gives YN a quick kiss on the cheek and hustles back over to his mic stand, shooting his gaze to the side for one last glance of her as she walks out of sight.

It's not as if he's going to stop worrying, but maybe it'll be a little less than it would if she were still there watching him. He knows she'll be taken care of, and he'll see her when it's over. Right now, he needs to get through the rest of it, preferably without any other issues.

"... on a Summer evening, what is happening? An-... you're the end of… we are going to stop the song."

Technical difficulties. During 'Watermelon Sugar'. Of course. As if Harry's mind wasn't already somewhere else. He knows it's an easy fix, hopefully, but it's just another thing added to the existing thoughts already causing chaos in his mind. He's a professional, sure, but everyone has a limit and he just doesn't want to find out where his is.

Get through it. That's all he has to do, just get through the next song, the show, and the night. Just get through it and then get to YN.

'Love of My Life' is next. Thankfully it's a slow song, so he can calm his mind and body down, even just a little, before the break in the set. And at that point he can finally regroup.

It works, for a moment, until he notices that some fans need help, and despite making his team aware, they are still there struggling. He lifts the mic stand up and turns his head back, motioning with his finger, with some intensity, for someone to help them and get them out of there.

He feels himself spiraling, just a bit, and has never looked forward to the end of a song as much as he is tonight.

As Harry waves to the crowd, with a mouthful of water, he impatiently waits to spit it up in the air, thank the crowd, and get the hell off stage.

The crowd continues to applaud and cheer as he says goodbye, turning around and using the last bit of energy he has to run backstage.

He stops among the hustle of the crew, realizing he isn't sure where to go, or where to even start looking for YN. The most likely place is his dressing room, so he swiftly shuffles his way there, doing his best to acknowledge anyone he passes by that congratulates or compliments him. He feels bad, he usually takes time with each person, always grateful for their work and feedback. But not tonight. He only has one person on his mind. One person he wants and needs to see.

He swings the door open and takes a quick scan of the room, finding no one. Not anyone. Not her. He runs his fingers through his now very sweaty hair, inhaling deeper to catch his breath and figure out where to go next, where to look next.

He takes a seat on the couch, elbows resting in his knees, and glances over to the table in front of him to find a note that wasn't there before. He grabs it immediately, blinking the salty moisture out of his eyes as he looks over the words.

"Hey H.

Went back to the hotel.

Hope you had a great

rest of your show!

- YN"

"Fuck." He mumbles, suddenly remembering how he yelled for her to go backstage. Well, he could argue that he only raised his voice, but in that moment, that hectic moment, it didn't matter. He shouldn't have done it at all. And truth be told, it would've made the entire night better if she had stayed. But he yelled, and sent her away. Now all he wants to do is go to her and make it better, make her feel better.

After the fastest shower and outfit change of his life, Harry found Jeff and discovered that his manager helped YN get there, so he knew which hotel room was hers. At least Harry didn't have to spend countless hours searching all of Rio for her.

He stands in front of her door and takes a deep breath, nerves on edge as he knocks, and fully prepared for her to open the door and ask him to leave. Immediately.

"Harry?" He hears, causing his gaze to lift from his shoes to the woman in front of him. She's dressed in cotton shorts and a t-shirt, looking comfortable and yet more beautiful than he's ever seen her. He just wishes she wasn't also holding another ice pack to her temple.

"YN." He breathes out, unable to form any other words as he looks her over, hopefully more subtle than he fears it might be. "Are y-... how… I mean, umm…"

The sweetest sound grabs his attention and he watches her step aside as she lets out a small giggle.

"Come in."

He nods, and without hesitation steps into the room. The sound of the door closing causes him to swivel on his heel, and his eyes stay fixed on YN as she motions him over to the edge of the bed.

"What's up?" She asks, casually, removing the ice pack and placing it down beside her.

"I, umm, wanted to check on you." He answers, not convinced his volume was even loud enough to be heard. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." She swiftly responds, and he cringes at the lack of emotion with it. Even though it was only one word, he feels as if he knows her well enough to know that's not her normal tone. "Hit my head when the guy knocked me to the ground."

"I'm so sorry, YN. I didn't know you were there tonight, or I would've…" He pauses, looking down to where his nails pick at each other. "I don't know… I could've done… something…"

"No, Harry, I'm sorry." She states, causing his gaze to shoot back up to find hers filled with, what looks like, embarrassment. And maybe even regret. But definitely with insecurity, which is not something he's used to seeing from her. "I shouldn't have come."

"Oh." His heart drops.

"I feel like I may have been in the way. Well, I was for that fan…" She states, the smallest smile lifting the corners of her mouth, despite the roll of her eyes and shake of her head. "But I definitely didn't want to be in yours."

"No! I'm glad you're here!" He replies, without hesitation, and watches as her eyes widen, now allowing him to see the depths at which they usually take him to.

"You are? Because it seemed like…" YN clears her throat, confirming for Harry that she is in fact nervous. Not confident. And it seems to be his fault. "It seemed like you were upset when you saw me."

"No! Not at all." Harry replies, his frustration with himself appearing in the crease between his brows. "I wasn't upset seeing you there, I was upset seeing you hurt. Really upset. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, H. I'm alright."

"I know. I know that. I just… I was worried for the rest of the show, wondering if you were okay. It was torturing me."

"I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm really sorry." She lets out a sigh, and it almost breaks Harry's heart as she drops her gaze and squeezes her eyes shut.

"No, don't-... that's not-..." Harry lets out a low growl in frustration. He doesn't know how to express what he means, and if he even should. But at this point, he doesn't know if he can hold back. "It was torture because all I wanted to do was fix it for you. Like last time."

"Like last time?"

He hears her breath hitch, and his heart races more, feeling each beat thump against his chest. They had shared a kiss the last time she got hurt. They spent the rest of the night together, hanging out and talking until the sun was almost rising. But then nothing. Was that it? Was it just a one time thing, just a momentary thing after an adrenaline-raising show? No, it wasn't. Not for him. And she needs to know.

"I… like you, YN. A lot. And that night… meant a lot to me." He fully turns his body towards her, gaining a fraction of the confidence for himself that he has always seen in her, and since she is now there in Brazil, he won't waste another minute without sharing his heart. "We didn't really get to talk much afterwards, or see each other even, but I just need you to know that… I want to be with you. If… if that's something you want too."

Harry watches as she pulls her lips inward, hoping that the expression he sees underneath is pleasant. Pleasant for him. But he suddenly realizes that if she doesn't feel the same, he doesn't want to lose her. For the band.

"If it's not, no problem. We can move past it." He swallows the lump caught grasping against the walls of his throat. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable, and don't want you to leave the band over it. You're very talented, YN."

"Thank you." She replies, looking over at him with those gorgeous eyes and a tenderness she's never given him before, and despite him offering to move past his feelings, for the sake of his heart, he desperately hopes that she feels the same. He wants her to only look at him like that from now on. "And that night meant a lot to me as well."

"Yeah?" He responds, shifting in his spot at the edge of her bed, with all the giddiness of a lovesick school boy.

"I want to be with you too, H."

His palms fly up to her cheeks, receiving a warmth from them that flows right to his chest. His gaze flickers to her lips, yearning for them, desperate for them.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?" She chuckles, and his heart swells from the self-assurance that she always expresses, that he has fallen for.

He grins, wider than he ever has, but only for a moment. He's not going to wait any longer. He leans closer, and her eyes close, pursing her soft lips to meet his in a gentle kiss.

Her hands run up his arms, applying pressure as they move over his shoulders, and connect behind his neck. She pulls him closer, and his tongue teases her lips before she parts them, each sighing as they deepen the kiss.

His chest tightens, this time out of need for air, so he pulls back, only leaving enough room for a breath, and smiles as he hears her release her own, happy exhale.

"How are you feeling now?" He asks, resting his forehead against hers as one hand strokes over the hair covering her temple.

"Much better. I do need to rest now, though." She whispers. "But, you know, I may have a concussion…"

"That's not funny."

"No, it's not. It's very serious." She pulls away more, hands still behind his head, and his mind fills with worry. Worry and confusion, as he watches her smile reappear through her solemn expression. "I should probably have someone stay with me tonight. To make sure I'm alright, of course."

"Of course." He smirks, feeling his heart burst, following as she scoots up the bed and rests her head on the pillow.

He does the same, laying down to face her, and sees her eyes begin to flutter shut. It's been an exhausting day for the both of them.

"Come here." He whispers, opening his arms for her to settle in, wrapping them around her body, and pulling her to his chest. "You doing okay?"

"More than okay." She utters, drowsiness now coating her words. "Thank you, for fixing things."

"Anytime." He replies, placing a tender kiss on top of her head. "I'll fix things for you anytime."

A silence falls between them, and as he hears her soft breaths leave her even softer lips, Harry hums in contentment, allowing his own body to succumb to the rest it now needs too. He shuts his eyes, and one last thought appears as he feels himself happily drift off to sleep.

Despite all the chaos, this night didn't turn out so bad after all. With YN, it's been the best one yet.

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katnisspeetaprim · 3 months

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First Meeting

Lucifer/FallenAngel!Reader (based on my fallen angel oc, but feel free to imagine her however you like!)

Summary: Prequel to clipped wings, where Lucifer and fallen angel reader meet for the first time, whenhe first visits the hotel.

Warnings: angst, female reader, Lucifer grabs her arm, fluff, crying,

Word Count: 1275 Hazbin M.list

Charlie was even more frantic that usual today, due to the fact that her father was coming to the hotel for the first time.

‘Charlie! How about we calm down, huh?’ You grabbed Charlie by the shoulders, effectively stopping her from running round like a headless chicken. She paused, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

‘Sorry! I’m just nervous, he’ll be here any second!’

‘Don’t worry! We’ve all got your back!’ You gestured to all the residents of the hotel with a wink, and Charlie instantly felt validated.

Lucifer was here and it wasn’t going as well as Charlie hoped.

Alastor had immediately taken a disliking towards the king, and they’d been butting heads for a little while now.

‘Ok!’ Charlie pushed her way between the two men and dragged her father away.

‘Oh hey! Dad, this is Y/N!’ She practically shoved him to stand in front of you and you just waved awkwardly. ‘She’s a fallen angel just like you!’

Lucifer looked you up and down, clearly unimpressed by the look on his face.

‘So I see... Pretty strange thing to see.’ You sunk back, a little intimidated by his glare.

‘Uh, nice to meet you, your majesty.’ You held your hand out for him to shake. He stared at your hand for a second, before ultimately taking it to keep the peace.

‘Uh-huh.’

Charlie yet again sensed the awkward atmosphere and intervened again. She hoped by introducing her dad to someone just like him might ease the tension, but she was obviously wrong.

‘Ok, maybe not! Dad, let’s take a tour!’ She once again pulled her father away, but he spared one last glare to you over his shoulder with narrowed eyes.

You frowned and looked down sadly. How could you screw this up so badly for Charlie?

It had been a few hours since Lucifer’s arrival. A lot had gone down that day, so now you wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed. You worse a silk robe over your pyjamas as you got your bed ready, when a voiced startled you and caused you to yelp in fright and spin round.

‘What’s your angle with my daughter?’

‘Oh your majesty! I uh... didn’t know you were still here.’ You pulled your robe fully clothed with a blush, suddenly conscious of your state of undress.

Lucifer took no notice of your flustered state and entered the room, closing the door behind him with a click.

Your eyebrows knit together as you took a cautious step back, not knowing his intentions.

‘Um wha-‘

‘Answer the question!’ He cut you off, voice raised as his face contorted.

You stepped back again, not expecting his raised voice, which caused you to trip over the bed post, sending you tumbling to the ground.

Lucifer stood over you, horns beginning to protrude from his head as his anger grew. You stared up at him, paralyzed with fear. You began to cry as you tried to form a coherent sentence in your current state.

‘I-I h-heard about her hotel after I fell and wanted to help!’

‘Don’t lie to me!’ he growled out, fire spitting from the corners of his mouth as he grabbed your arm, roughly pulling you towards him.

‘You angels always have a motive! You using Charlie to get back in heavens good books!?’

‘No! I swear! Please ask Charlie! She’ll vouch that I’ve been doing nothing but help since I got here!’ You pleaded as you felt your arm going numb from how hard he was holding it.

The two of you held each others gaze for a few moments .Your eyes full of fear, whilst his with hot rage, until they weren’t anymore.

His face suddenly snapped back to normal and he released you arm. As soon as he let you go, you hastily shuffled back until you came in contact with your bed side table, never taking your eyes off the man in front of you.

Lucifer’s face softened and he turned away from you, expression now one of regret.

‘I’m sorry...’ He whispered, so quietly you almost couldn’t hear him.

You didn’t respond, not trusting your voice to sound normal right now. When you didn’t speak, Lucifer turned back to face you and he felt awful.

‘I’m sorry I hurt you... I just have a lot of trust issues, especially when it comes to angels...’ He trailed off, too ashamed to meet your eye.

‘As much as I miss heaven, there are people there that I’d rather never see again.’ You spoke from your position on the ground, not wanting to risk getting up in case the movement set him off again.

Lucifer frowned at your words, but he had no right to push you for clarification right now.

As he looked at you, he caught sight of the bruise forming where he’d grabbed you. He gritted his teeth and knelt down besides you. It made him feel even worse when you flinched at his presence.

‘May I?’ Lucifer asked softly, holding his hand out expectantly. You looked at him sceptically, but reluctantly held your arm out for him.

Placing his hand over the bruise, you watched in awe as a bright glow formed beneath his palm.

There was a slight tingling sensation, and when he moved his hand, your bruise was gone. You gawked at the now healed area, before looking over to Lucifer, eyes wide.

He was smiling sadly as he stood and held his hand out, to help you up.

You gingerly accepted, beginning to feel more at ease with him now that he’d calmed down.

‘Jeez I feel so awful right now.’ He chuckled and covered his face with his hand, embarrassed. ‘I know just saying sorry isn’t enough.’

‘It’s ok.’ He uncovered his face when he herd your voice, and was shocked to see you smiling softly. ‘I get it, Charlie means the world to you, and you’d do anything to protect her.’

‘Still though, I hurt you...’ He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.

‘And you fixed it too.’ You countered.

‘Let me buy you dinner to make up for it!’ Lucifer suddenly asked, causing a faint blush to spread across your cheeks.

‘Oh! Um, that’s not necessary!’ You waved your hand dismissively, not wanting to inconvenience the king of Hell more than you’d already done so.

‘Please, I insist! I know a really private place, so we won’t be disturbed.’ You thought for a second before smiling, blush growing a little bigger.

‘Well, if you insist.’ Lucifer genuinely smiled and nodded.

‘By the way, that girl Maggie is an angel too, right?’ His smile faltered a little as he spoke, but he needed to ask about her too.

‘Vaggie.’ You corrected, ‘But yes. Her and Charlie have been together long before I arrived. They really love each other. You reassured, understanding his need to ask about the other angel involved with his daughter.

‘That’s good to hear.’ He looked over to you, and it was the first time he’d properly looked at you since he’d first entered the room. Now it was his turn to blush as he finally noticed how you were dressed.

‘Oh wow, look at how rude I’m being, intruding on a lady at night!’ He started laughing nervously as he made a bee line for the door. ‘I’ll be in touch about dinner, night!’ He shouted without looking back and slammed the door behind him.

You stared after him, head tilted in confusion, before you began laughing to yourself.

At least Charlie would be pleased to know you hadn’t screwed this up at all.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #imagine #one shot #drabble #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel #husk #adam #lute #x reader #oc #fluff #angst #Lucifer x reader

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honeylations · 9 months

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Can you write Kazuha x fem reader?

OFCCC <3

Love me some Kazuhabs too :p

NAKAMURA KAZUHA x FEM!READER

Prompt: Kazuha is currently on tour in Japan, meaning you were alone in Seoul, only being able to communicate on FaceTime. That doesn’t stop you from showing your girlfriend just how much you missed her ;)

Warnings/Notes: phone sex, voyeurism(?), pillow humping, mutual masturbation, g!p Kazuha, dirty talk

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“I miss you” You muttered, left side of your face squished into your mattress as you held your phone up.

Kazuha pouted at your cute self and took a few screenshots, reminding herself to make it her lock screen later. Her and the other Le Sseragirls were on tour at the moment in Japan which left you lonely in Korea. She offered to buy you a ticket but it was bad timing, considering you had many uni assessments happening at the same time.

And plus, Sakura screamed at you and Kazuha saying that studying is more important and you didn’t have the balls to disagree.

“Miss you too, baby” She giggled at your moping state.

“Is that Y/n-HI Y/N!!! WISH YOU WERE HERE!!” Yunjin screamed from Korean to English, peeking over to the point that you could only see her nostrils.

Kazuha clicked her tongue and pushed her head away.

“That’s not nice, Zuha! Tell her off, Y/n!!” Yunjin whined like a child.

“Zuha, be nice to your members please” You chuckled.

“I am nice! Just not to this loser” She side eyed the American.

“Whatever. Anyways, the rest of us are heading off to a grocery store and Miss Lame-akura Lamezuha here doesn’t wanna tag along”

“You know what’s lame? Your attempt of making a joke” the younger Japanese girl fired.

Yunjin dramatically gasped. “Asshole. Bye Y/n!! Talk to you later!”

“Bye Yunjin, have fun!”

Within a few seconds you heard the door close, meaning you and your girlfriend finally had some alone time. You didn’t know how to tell your girlfriend that your hornymeter was shooting to the sky but you assumed she was too tired, considering she’s been practicing her ass off.

“Did you eat dinner yet, babe?” Kazuha asked softly, moving around to fix her bed sheet which caused her to lower the phone to where her shirtless self was exposed.

She was wearing her Calvin Klein bra and plaid pyjama pants that got your breath stopping. Her abs were in view and flexing when she did little movement.

Oh how you missed touching them, kissing them…riding them.

You felt yourself get wetter, secretly rubbing your thighs together to ease some steam but a better idea formed into mind. Kazuha finally settled and looked at you on the phone. “Babe? Hello?”

You groaned into your mattress. “Kazuha baby, I’m really horny. Like super horny”

Her eyes widened a little bit before she relaxed. “I wish I was there to help you”

“You still can” You smirked.

Your girlfriend tilted her head, mirroring your smirk. You already knew that she knew your plan. “You’re so bad, fuck” She muttered into her palm.

Taking that as approval, you removed all your clothes and angled the phone to show Kazuha the pillow in between your legs. You then made the phone stand on the bedside table which gave your girlfriend a better view on your bare body.

“Mmm Zuha baby” You whined while starting to rock your hips back and forth, feeling the softness brush against your aching folds.

“God fucking damn it” You heard Zuha hiss.

Your hips moved faster as you groped your breasts, twisting the hardened nipples harshly. “Daddy~ Want your hard cock inside me”

On the phone you could see Kazuha jerking her 8 inch at an even pace, the wet noises filling the room and you could feel yourself get impossibly hornier. She had her lower lip tugged between her teeth and she released deep voiced grunts. “Fuck, ride it like you do with my cock”

“Yes yes~” You moaned, letting Zuha see your red face and the drool sliding down your chin as you focused on her stroking her delicious dick that was leaking with precum.

You quickly reached over to grab your dildo from the drawer and placed it on the bed, your back now facing the camera, letting Zuha see your cherry blossom back tattoo. “Wish this was your cock, baby”

“So naughty, princess” Kazuha chuckled in a tone that got your back shivering.

You remembered that her members could return anytime soon so you held the fake cock as you slowly sat onto it, releasing a long moan when you felt it stretch your insides. Unfortunately not as much as your girlfriend does.

“Kazuha~”

“Need to cum quick, princess. Come on” Kazuha panted, holding back with all her strength.

“Already needing to cum, daddy? You love this pussy so much?”

“I do, fuck, I do!” She lightly squeezed her desperate cock.

Supporting your balance by holding onto the mattress, you started to fuck yourself into the cock. Your girlfriend got a good view of the dildo disappearing into your tight cunt continuously, your beautiful moans were music to her ears. “Want to fill you up so bad, princess. Fuck you pregnant”

“O-Oh Zuha!” You yelped, her words having a huge effect on you.

“That’s right, baby. Keep fucking your self like a slut. Can’t survive a day without my cock up your cunt” She hissed, bucking her hips to match pace.

You looked into her eyes with a lewd expression, your thrusts starting to become sloppy. “C-Cumming, daddy! Gonna cum all for you”

“Go on, baby. Cum” She bit her lip harder once she saw your legs shake with you crying uncontrollably from the intense pleasure.

Trying to recover, you looked back at your girlfriend and saw her head thrown back, still stroking her cock as she shots many strings of cum all over her hand and stomach. “Fuck fuck fuck! Y/n~”

You slowly pulled the dildo out of yourself, facing the phone with a smile. Your girlfriend looked at you, her eyes droopy. “I came so much, holy shit” You heard her chuckle.

“Let’s clean up, babe. The girls will come back” You warned, blowing her a quick kiss before hopping off the bed (trying to stand with your wobbly legs) to change the sheets and your clothes.

Kazuha was quick to do the same, unable to bear the embarrassment of her members walking in to see her naked, covered in her own load.

You both settled after a nice 5-10 minutes as if you two didn’t just fuck through the phone but it didn’t bother you nor Kazuha one bit. You were in the middle of telling Kazuha about your stressful exams when 4 loud girls barged through the door.

“HONEY WE’RE HOME!” Yunjin sang.

Chaewon and Eunchae were waving bags of snacks for you to see.

“Don’t call me honey” Kazuha said with a glare.

“Oh please, I was talking to Y/n. I’m not interested in you like that” The American fired, rolling her eyes.

“Not interested in you either, look at the state of you” Kazuha made a stank face before turning her eyes back to you. “Hi baby”

You giggled. “Hi”

A/N: please tell me y’all get the Derry Girls reference😭😭

#nakamura Kazuha x reader #Kazuha smut #nakamura Kazuha smut #gxg #wlw #Le sserafim #Le sserafim smut

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its-vannah · 1 year

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Another Love | Graham Dunne x Reader

Request from anonymous: more graham and reader with probs the inspo being the weezer song (I just threw out the love of my dreams)/ an unrequited love

A/N: This was so hard to write. It drained me, but I'm happy with the end product. There's no happy ending in this one, really onlt angst. Hope you guys enjoy and please feel free to request more. I write for Graham, Eddie, and Warren.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs (mescaline), unrequited love, implied sex, blood, profanities

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Part One | Part Two| Part Three

Unrequited love. The leading cause of heartbreak not only in America, but in the rest of the world, too. It's that feeling in the pit of your stomach that sits there and never really goes away, no matter how many times you try to stop thinking about it. It plagues you, haunting every memory you have. You're left to wonder what could have been if, how things could have been different if. It's always an "if", always ending in a question mark and not a period.

You're love for Graham Dunne had never wavered in the twenty two years you had been in love with him. Not when he took your hand and guided you around the neighborhood because he was your fiercest, if not smallest, protector. It only grew when the two of you kissed each other under the bleachers at a high school football game, getting it out of the way with "no strings attached" before you opened yourselves up for dating. It didn't stop when he got his first girlfriend and you were left thirdwheeling. It didn't even begin to fade when he moved out to LA to pursue music while you stayed behind in Pittsburgh, destined for a typical 9-5 job.

Graham had his fair share of girlfriends, especially after The Dunne Brothers was formed. His role in the band, while not as popular as Billy, was prominent. He was cute, naive. But apparently so were you.

When you had heard the news that the band was on tour, set to stop in Pittsburgh, you reached out to Camila to confirm if it was really them. Of course, you had every album they had released, including 7,8,9—their newest.

"Camila," You had said into your phone, twisting the cord around your fingers, "Have they changed any since I last saw them? It's been, what, a couple years now, hasn't it?"

She sighed into the phone, "Other than Billy and I being parents? No, I don't think so. Warren is the same as ever, Eddie's a little more irritiable though. You'll meet Karen, she's got a no bullshit attitude. You'll love her. Your Graham still looks like a deer in headlights anytime he sees a pretty girl."

"Got it. And you? Are you coming?" You asked, hopeful you'd be able to see her again after so long.

"I'm going to try. I'll have to take Julia with me, though. It won't be easy, I'm a few months pregnant, Y/N."

Eyes widening, you smiled, "Oh, Cami, congratulations."

"Thank you, really, it's been hard being away from family. But I've got Billy and the boys, Karen, too, so it's not all bad. They're excited to see you, Y/N. Especially Graham. He hadn't stopped telling everyone about you since they scheduled Pittsburgh on the tour."

"He's been talking about me?"

She laughed on the other end of the phone, "Everyone already knows you, except for Daisy. But he can't help himself. He's like a kid on Christmas, dying to see you."

Trying to steady your breathing, you took a deeo breath, "Well, I'll see you guys in a few weeks, then. Keep me posted on how you're doing, though. Being pregnant on the road can't be easy."

"I will, Y/N," She said, "We'll see you soon. Julia, can you say bye to Y/N?"

"Bye bye!" A smile voice said on the other end of the phone.

Your heart melted a bit, "Bye Cami, bye Julia. See you soon."

With that, you hung up, your heart beating out of your chest.

You only had to wait a few more weeks before you saw him. It shouldn't be that hard.

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You met with the band at the concert venue, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bix of Graham's favorite chocolates in the other.

As soon as the van doors opened, Eddie opened the passenger door, sliding out onto the pavement. The two of you had known each other since middle school, but it was hard to believe it was him. He had changed. He had grown into his body, looking more confident than he had in the eighth grade.

He gave you a warm smile, pulling you into a side hug, "How are you, Y/N?"

"I'm doing good, just glad to see you guys. And you, you're doing good?"

"Couldn't be happier," He said, his smile faltering slightly as he spoke. Something had happened, you just weren't sure what it was.

Billy was the next out, helping a pregnant Camilla out of the van with one hand, his other supporting Julia.

Camilla waddled towards you, arms out before you could even say hello. Taking her daughter from her husband, she introduced her to you with a big smile.

Kneeling down, you handed Julia the small bouquet of flowers, "These are for you and your mama, Julia."

The girl gasped, hugging them to her chest as she looked up at her mother, jumping excitedly.

Camila mouthed a "thank you" and then looked back at Graham, who stood still, his eyes locked on yours.

Giving you a wink, she picked Julia up and followed Billy to scout out the venue.

As soon as she stepped to the side, you were being scooped up by Graham. He twirled you around, squeezing you so tight you found it hard to breathe.

When he finally set you down, you grabbed his arms for support, laughing at his straight-forwardness.

"It's good to see you, too, Graham," You said, pulling him in for another hug, "It's been too long. Pittsburgh isn't the same without it's favorite Dunne."

"I don't think I'm the favorite Dunne," He said, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

You shrugged, "Maybe not, but you're my favorite."

"Then that's all that matters."

From the side of the van, a woman cleared her throat, looking expectantly at Graham to introduce her.

"Oh! Y/N, this is Karen, our keyboardist. She's British."

Karen stepped forward, nodding to you with a smile before looking at the younger Dunne, "Are those the only words you could think of to describe me?"

"I was put on the spot."

"And how would you describe her?"

Graham smiled, "Karen, this is my best friend in the whole world. We've known each other since we were in diapers."

Coming from the driver's side of the van, Warren walked towards you with outstretched arms, "Pears!"

"Pears?" Karen asked, looking at the drummer.

"Peaches and pears," Warren explained, nodding towards you and Graham, "Had to find some way to embarrass them, Karen Karen."

"Alright," She laughed, "How much mescaline have you had today, Rojas?"

He shrugged, "Enough to make the drive fun."

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At dinner that night, you were seated next to Graham, and across from Eddie and Camila.

"So, Y/N/N, what have you been up to? Still in school?"

"No, I graduated in May, actually. I start my new job next week."

He clapped your back, "No way! Congrats, Y/N/N. I wish I could've been there to see your graduation."

"It's all good. I've been busy, anyway. What about you guys? Anything planned for after the tour?"

Graham nodded, taking a bite of his food, "Something big that Billy would kill me for talking about. Let's just say you'll have to buy our next record."

You released a breathy laugh, shaking your head, "I've still got your first two in my apartment."

"So, you seeing anyone?" He asked.

Was this some sort of code? Was this his way of preparing to ask you out? You had already waited twenty two years for this.

"No, I'm not. How about you?"

Before he could answer, Julia's cries filled the room. Camila looked around, apologizing as she began rocking her slowly, trying to calm the toddler down. Another tantrum, you guessed. Every bit as fiery as her father.

The conversation continued for another hour without you ever getting an answer to whether he was seeing anyone. You felt wrong bringing it back up since he had already moved on to telling you about the concerts they had been playing the past few weeks.

By the time the check came, you weren't ready to end the night. But they had an early morning tomorrow, with rehearsals and the concert. You understood and bid your goodbyes.

As they drove off, you walked to your car. But you didn't have your purse on you.

Walking back in the restaurant, you went back to your table, finding your purse hanging on the back of a wooden chair, along with Graham's wallet on the table.

Deciding to drop it off at their hotel, you got in your car and started driving.

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When you got out of your car, the first person you saw was Eddie, leaning against a pillar while taking a drag of his cigarette.

He straightened when he saw you, a smile on his face, "Y/N, I didn't know you were coming over."

"Me neither," You laughed, "But Graham forgot his wallet."

"I'll walk you in. They won't let you go in without one of us," Eddie said, putting out the flame of his cigarette in an ashtray.

You thanked him, following him inside the hotel and to the elevator.

Making small talk on the way up, you were reminded of how kind Eddie was. He was the most sensible of the group. Not blunt like Karen, not naive like Graham. He wasn't as tough as Billy or as laid-back as Warren. Camila had always been the voice of reason, but Eddie was outspoken.

He led you to Graham's door, knocking on it a few times.

When the door swung open, Graham was standing on the other side, less than half dressed.

Eddie stepped to the side, revealing you behind him.

A surprised expression settled over the youngest Dunne brother, "Y/N, what're you doing here?"

You dug his wallet out of your pocket, "You left this at the restaurant. Can't really go anywhere without it."

He smiled, taking it from you, "Thanks, I appreciate it. You have—"

From inside the room, a woman's voice rang out, "Graham, get the fuck back inside and finish what you started."

It wasn't just any woman, though. It was Karen.

You saw her shoes in the middle of the room from where you were standing, clothes strewn on the floor and dresser.

"I'll leave you to it," You said, swallowing the bile that rose in your throat.

Did he know your heart was breaking? You wouldn't wish that feeling on anyone. It was the worst feeling in the world.

Turning on your heel, Graham didn't bother calling out behind you. He just closed his door, going back to what he hadn't finished.

God, you hated saying that.

Eddie walked beside you, taking notes of your expression. But he waited to say anything until he got in the elevator, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't... I didn't know they were together. Not just in there, but at all."

You stayed silent, unable to look at him. It wasn't his fault, but you were about to crumble.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

That's what broke you. Falling into his side, Graham leaned forward to catch you, his arms wrapping around your waist to support you as tears came rolling down your cheeks.

The elevator was filled with your sobs. You weren't the only one who's heart was breaking. Eddie had always hated seeing you like this.

When the doors opened, Warren appeared on the other side.

Eddie mouthed, "Go get him. Car."

He led you out to the car, a hand pressed on your back as he led you outside.

You slipped in the backseat with him, head resting on his shoulder.

"I thought... I thought he'd..." Your chest heaved, your hands frantically wiping your tears away, "I didn't... Eddie..."

"Shhh," He soothed, "You're going to be alright. I'm here, okay? I'm not going to leave you."

You nodded, clinging to his shirt as you tried to calm yourself.

That's when you heard a knock at your window.

Eddie reached over to open the door, Warren smiling down sympathetically at you.

"Pears, I've got somebody here to see you," He said softly, turning to his friend beside him, hissing, "Jesus Christ, zip it up, asshole."

That stung.

Graham poked his head through, "Y/N/N, what's wrong?"

Eddie glared at him. Another Dunne brother to add to his growing list of people he couldn't give two fucks about.

"Warren, are we interrupting something? I feel like we are."

"Get your head out of your ass, Dunne." Eddie snapped, gesturing towards you.

You pulled away from Eddie, "Can you give us a minute. Please?"

"I'll be right outside if you need me, okay?"

Nodding, you watched as he slid out of the car while Graham slid in, the doors shutting. You had never felt so alone.

"Y/N/N? What's wrong?"

"You, Graham. You're what's fucking wrong."

"I don't, I don't understand..."

You shook your head, "How long have we known each other?"

"Twenty two years."

"Do you love me?"

He nodded, "Of course I do."

"No, Graham, are you in love with me."

"Like—love love?" He asked, quite literally twiddling his thumbs.

"Y/N..." He trailed off.

Your head fell into your hands, inhaling sharply, "You may not be in love with me, Graham."

Sitting back up, you looked him in the eyes, "But I've been in love with you since we were in diapers. That hasn't changed. And it hurts, Graham, it hurts so much to see you with someone else. Because I love you. I always have."

He was silent, unsure of what to say.

"Um, Y/N... I... I'm sorry, I just... I don't think..."

"You didn't think anything of us being each other's first kiss? Nothing of us going to prom together two years straight? Me coming to all of your concerts? You coming to my recitals? Nothing? Absolutely nothing? I was so excited to see you, so excited. I was finally going to tell you how I felt. But I found you with another woman. You told me you had a long day and an early morning and that you couldn't hang out tonight. But you were just fucking your keyboardist."

"Y/N, she's not just my keyboardist."

Your nails dug into your hands, "Get out."

"What?"

"Get out, Graham. Out of my car."

"I'm sorry, I really am."

You pushed him away from you, screaming, "Get out!"

He didn't budge, trying to talk you down.

"I'll always love you, Y/N/N. But you're like my sister."

"I never want to see you again. Ever. I never want to have to look you in the eyes. I'm done, Graham. I'm done always being in second place.

He put a hand on your shoulder.

"So help me Graham, if you don't get out of my fucking car."

He got the message that time, his head bowed as he grasped the door handle.

Before he could leave, you muttered one final sentence, "I'm happy you found someone you love, Graham."

He didn't say anything, slamming the door and walking back inside the hotel.

You slammed your fists against the leather seats of your car, the thread hitting your knuckles just right so that they split open, oozing blood.

It burned, the blood on your hands as you tried to apply pressure.

The car door opened a few minutes later, Eddie sliding back in beside you. Taking note of your bloody hands, he slipped out of his shirt, leaving himself in a white undershirt.

He wrapped the sleeve around your bloody knuckles, pressing down on the wound.

Tears began spilling down your cheeks again and you leaned into him, your head in his chest as he stroked your hair, promising that you'd be okay.

Like you, Eddie had his handful of unrequited love. First Camila, then you. But like Graham, you were to blind to see that.

#fanfiction #daisy jones and the six fanfic #daisy jones #daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones & the six #daisy jones and the six #dj&ts #djats #graham dunne x y/n #graham dunne x reader #grahamdunne #graham dunne #graham dunne x you #taylor reid #taylor jenkins reid

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Okay, I’m going to do it. I have been holding back and just telling my closest fandom friends my crazy theory, but what the hell. Most of you think I’m batshit anyway.

Here we go.....

What if we have been on the receiving end of a long played out psyop and Louise has been a way to make the public want Milex?

Okay, hear me out...

It’s 2017/8 Alex has abandoned Miles after EYCTE. He has gone to France to write and record TBHC, having realised their little TLSP bubble could never last (see Star Treatment). Without Alex, Miles is a little lost and lonely in LA. His reputation is also at rock bottom after the journalist incident. Miles decides he wants to move back to England, and Alex decides he wants to move back to, as we know they can never be more than a few minutes away from each other

Taylor either wouldn’t or couldn’t leave LA, so she and Alex break up. But they need a new girlfriend to keep up the straight image (especially with the new badly-received album and a world tour about to begin). On the original version of OPP as seen on the AM in Mexico video, over the turtle segment Alex sings ‘One More Year I’ll Call It Quits’ maybe the plan was to give it all up,but he had signed a contract to do another album and tour after TBHC, and with Miles’ reputation so bad, if they were together then they would both be cancelled.

So a European girlfriend is found and this is where the subterfuge begins. We start with old Instagram posts with tags like #alexturnerwillyoumarryme, then we get professionally shot videos of her backstage at AM’s concert (all the time Alex is ‘still with’ Taylor) so as soon as they launch, the first image of Louise the public get is a negative one, as a fangirl who has set out to get Alex, not caring if he cheats in his current girlfriend.

Before I list the reasons why I think she is fake, can I say this idea he has stayed with her as punishment for cheating on Taylor is absolutely ridiculous. Men who are serial cheats aren’t known for wearing hairshirts. Especially when you’re a handsome, wealthy rock star who could easily get another girlfriend.

So, the idea is, Louise is the most unpleasant person who makes Alex miserable, and if most people are honest, they want Alex to be happy..

So, let’s look at the evidence..(where there is a * it means there is a Miles counterside)

Louise doesn’t work. She claims to be a feminist, but her job seems to be being Alex’s girlfriend.

She openly copies selfies posed by previous girlfriends, making her look like she has no personality of her own

She boasts in her IG posts ie the ‘we just fucked’ pic and the panties on the piano.

She claims to be a musician but we rarely see her writing or recording anythjng.*

She writes embarrassing things about itAlex on social media (beautiful dick).*

Openly takes a neutral stance on Palestine.

Claims to wear vintage clothes but they rarely are*

When Alex was ill after the third London show, it is publicised that he leaves the Emirates with his parents, no sign of Louise. She’s too busy taking pics in the hotel with Matt and Amanda

Meanwhile Miles has worked hard on his public image. He has shown he is a hard worker. He rarely mentions Alex on social media and when asked about him in interviews, whilst admitting they are good friends, is insistent they are not working together. Which is good because he has always been accused of riding on Alex’s fame.

He frequently gives updates when he his writing and recording, treating us to little snippets, something Louise never does.

Is it a coincidence that holiday gate is the same as the week One Man Band’s release. Alex looking miserable with Louise Vs Miles being charming and hard working.

Not long after Louise starts going on about her fake vintage, Miles posts a whole real of him going proper vintage shopping so he looks authentic.

Even in Dublin there is no duet with Alex. Miles not using Alex’s,fame,but also those who monitor social media can see how hungry they are for Milex interaction.

The river Mersey comment – another way of guaging public opinion. Finally the legion of doom 😍😍 comment on the NY recent. The fandom went crazy at Milex acknowledgement.

Alex....

His face..Alex is a pro. He has had twenty years of faking smiles after arguments with the other Monkeys, girlfriends, even Miles. He could fake a smile with Louise if we wanted to when they call their friends at Backgrid to take pap pictures. But instead he chooses to look like someone either on the verge of tears or else being held hostage. And in the latest set of pics, Louise looks the same.

The Taylor tattoo....it looks like he thinks so little of her he has kept that tattoo.

‘I don’t wanna be hers, I wanna be yours’ quite often at gigs where Louise is in attendance.

Not one song on the car written about her.

And now of course with the tour over, a lot of people return to watching TLSP videos. Happy, muscly, healthy looking Alex having fun with Miles as opposed to skinny, miserable Alex trapped with Louise.

Apart from Louise’s most ardent fans, most people want to see him away from her and would be overjoyed at a TLSP reunion, and for us Milexers, a declaration of their love.

So, has this been a long game? A way of making the people think they want Milex? I told you it was crazy, but just remember the world of public relations is completely underhand and insane.

#craziest thing you will read in a long time #alex turner #miles kane #milex #tlsp #milex theory

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kookieskookiejar · 1 year

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Jeongguk hasn’t seen his mate for more than a year, and now he’s ready to indulge in the drug he calls his baby

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warnings: ab* au, kn*tting, minor jealousy tendencies on Jeongguk’s side, cream pie, this is really sweet tbh, so if you don’t like that then this isn’t for you.

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“Dude wake up, they’re flying back in today,” Namjoon nudges Jeongguk till he’s broken free from the clutches of a very sweet dream, featuring you of course, you’d been the centre of his world ever since he laid eyes on you the first time.

It was only three years ago when Jeongguk had reluctantly fetched his little sister, Jihyo, to her dance academy.

Jihyo’s car had broken down and of course he had to step in, according to Jihyo that is, and how could Jeongguk turn her down when she couldn’t leave him alone until he did?

Jeongguk swore he was going to leave once he dropped his annoying little sister off, but there was this pull he felt after he dropped her off at the lobby, so he parked his car and made his way in, and that’s when he felt the connection being the strongest, he looked around, trying to locate the source, and that’s when he sees you, talking to Jihyo animatedly, the two of you looking very much excited about your first day of the semester at the academy, you stopped talking to Jihyo when you felt that same pull, and that’s when the two of you locked eyes, it’s like the omega within you became one with your human mind, and at that moment, your omega had found her alpha standing a few feet away in sweats and a messy bed hair.

Jeongguk was excited to say the least, he hasn’t seen you for over a year and a half, the two of you barely started dating before you and Jihyo received the news that the team had been given the opportunity to tour internationally, he’s flown out to see you once or twice at countries nearer to Korea like Japan, but he can’t let go of his job just to tour with you, so the two of you settled for facetimes and texts whenever the two of you are free, Jeongguk lost count at the many times he fell asleep on call with you.

You’re really fucking nervous, being long distance for so long and suddenly you would have all the time together with Jeongguk? Your omega is happy of course, but you’re really nervous deep inside, what if he’s already found a more suitable omega than you? What if you’re not as pretty as you last left him?

Before you could send yourself in panic mode, you and Jihyo are at the arrival hall, and that’s when you see him, standing there with Namjoon, a childhood friend of his and Jihyo’s, waving enthusiastically at the sight of the two of you.

Jihyo and you quickly jog up to the two of them, you gave Namjoon a friendly greeting while he gives Jihyo a ‘welcome home hug’, but before you could greet your alpha, he wraps you up in a bone breaking hug, and instantly he buries his nose into your scent gland, inhaling you like a drug, it’s been so long, he almost forgot how you smelled like, the thought almost makes him tear up, and you must’ve been able to pick up the slight sour of his soapy scent, immediately releasing some comforting pheromones to calm him down, a hand patting his back, the feeling almost motherly to Jeongguk, reminds him of the days when he comes back from a long day of school and his mother would scent him as a welcome home greeting.

“I missed you so fucking much,” Jeongguk mumbles against your shoulder, his strong hold on you never once wavered even though it’s been almost a minute.

“I missed you too, Guk, always have,” you reassured, you don’t show it as much, or maybe it’s because you’re not as attuned with your omega, but you can still feel yourself purring, grateful that you're finally reunited with your other half.

“Okay, okay, break it up, you two, I’m fucking starving,” Jihyo nags from the side, “not even a hello to your sister too,” Jihyo mumbles with the biggest side eye which earns her a chuckle from Namjoon.

“Yeah, whatever, missed your annoying ass too,” Jeongguk says after finally pulling apart from you, and is instead now holding onto your hand, his other hand holding onto all of your luggage.

“What about my luggage?” Jihyo whines, Namjoon tells her to cut her brother some slack, offering to hold more of her luggage with a shake of his head at Jihyo’s childish antics.

“You’re an alpha, carry your own shit,” Jeongguk retorts, which earns a playful slap from you.

“Wow, this is fancy,” you say as you take in the glamorous interior, when Jeongguk said he’s taking all of you to eat seafood, you thought it was one of those restaurants the two of you frequented for a casual dinner date, but this is upscale.

“Only the best for my baby,” Jeongguk says before he says his name to the waitress to be led to your table.

All of you chatted after ordering, Jeongguk even remembered to order you a glass of wine to help with your jet lag, he’s always been an attentive alpha.

Finally after almost half an hour, a platter of prawns arrived, photos were taken and posted when the lot of you finally dug in.

You hand your plate of prawns to Jihyo, a normal occurrence between the two of you because you always had your nails done with those protruding decor, this time, teddy bears, and you’re not going to risk damaging the cute little things, while Jihyo prefers having her nails bare of anything protruding, in fact her most ‘out there’ nail colour is an electric blue which you picked out for her.

Jihyo takes your plate mindlessly, preparing to peel the shrimps for you, until you feel a looming presence next to you.

You look back to see Jeongguk’s eyes having a flicker of red hue before he sees you catching him red handed, Jihyo must’ve seen it too because the next thing you see is her scowling face, and not the one she and her brother makes when the food tastes delicious.

“Dickhead, I’m your sister, I peeled her prawns way before the two of you started dating,” Jihyo says with an annoyed tone.

“It’s okay, you can have those prawns, babe,” you say before reaching over to take her empty plate as an exchange, loading it up with new prawns, handing it to Jeongguk.

“Here you go, Mr Jealous Jeon, I don’t want to ruin my nails, or I’d peel them myself,” you explain, hoping that he doesn’t see it as anything else, but on the other hand, Jihyo is your best friend, platonic affection is a given at times.

“Sorry, it was out of instinct,” Jeongguk explains, an unapologetic look given to his sister who scoffed in return.

“It’s okay,” you say with a slight stutter, your eyes zeroing on the way he rolls up his sleeves, the sight making you clench your legs together, you were always a sucker for his arm veins.

What you didn’t realise was that Jeongguk was this possessive over you, and it awakens a familiar yearning inside you.

The meal goes smoothly after that, mostly consisting of you and Jihyo gushing about the many places you’ve been to, and how delicious the local food is while the two boys complain about how they wished they tagged along too.

All of you agreed to end the night with some dessert, and while you wait for the food to come, you find yourself entranced by the sight of Jeongguk’s arms, he had his bare arm placed on top of the long bench the two of you share, giving you a view of his tricep, his veins looking very sexy.

You reached out to trace them, unconsciously shifting closer to Jeongguk, the two of you aren’t that big on pda, and hence the two of you had always kept a distance physically, other than the times when he flew out to see you and fell asleep cuddled in your hotel bed, but beyond cuddling and making out, the two of you haven’t done anything beyond that.

Which is why Jeongguk finds it surprising to see you make the first move to be closer to him right now, and when your hand slithers up to his bicep, he raises an eyebrow.

“Your hands are so cold, they feel like raindrops on my skin,” Jeongguk says mindlessly, still watching you, switching between watching your actions and your expression, trying to grasp your thoughts.

“Must be an omega thing, but my hands have always been cold, even compared to other omegas,” you say, “it’s nothing to be worried of, so don’t fret,” you assured with a playful poke against his bicep, surprised at how hard his bicep felt.

Jeongguk laughs aloud at your shocked expression, his arm flexing even more as he laughs with his entire body, but before he could say something to tease you, the dessert arrives and Jihyo is quick to chip in her two cents.

“Stop with that lovey dovey shit before I throw up this pie in your faces,” she said followed by an attempt to shush her from Namjoon.

“Eat your pie facing the other side if you’re so sensitive,” Jeongguk fires back before he hands you a fork for you to dig in.

It’s only an hour plus but you have a feeling these two siblings are going to bicker till the last second.

“I’ll take an uber home with Jihyo, you guys head home, I’m sure both of you are tired after travelling so much, might as well spend some money so all of us could reach home quicker,” Namjoon suggest, Jihyo agrees, giving you a quick hug goodbye before you walk hand in hand to Jeongguk’s car, it’s been so long since the last time you spent the night with him, and needless to say, you’re excited for what you have in mind tonight.

“What do you want to watch?” Jeongguk asked after the two of you had changed into more comfortable clothes, your suitcase lying haphazardly in the corner of his living room.

“Anything,” you say mindlessly as you watch Jeongguk light one of his scented candles, the scent of lavender filling up your nostrils, a perfect combination with his fresh soapy scent.

“Anything isn’t a show title, sweets,” Jeongguk chides, as he goes to his shelf, taking out his beloved alcohol stash, beer and whisky seem to be his new favourite lately.

“It doesn’t really matter to me, I'm caught up to most of my shows,” you haven’t finished the glory, but that can wait for a day when you’re less jet lagged.

“How about a classic then?” Jeongguk asked, turning on one of his favourite marvel movies.

“Sure,” you say, did you plan on watching? No, not really, you just want cuddles, and maybe something more.

Halfway through the movie, you catch yourself smiling at the sight of your alpha looking so focused at the movie, a slight pout on his lip to signify he was 100% concentrated.

“What are you thinking about?” Jeongguk asked from the corner of his eye.

You take a sip from his odd concoction of whisky and beer, cringing at the taste, you were never fond of beer.

“You always take a sip even though you hate beer,” Jeongguk notes with a chuckle, his nose scrunched up at your cute face with your tongue out, cringing the taste.

“Not much, but I do want to ask you, have you always been so possessive?” you question, the events of tonight suddenly popping up in your mind.

“Is peeling prawns something really intimate in your eyes?” you ask.

Jeongguk looks away at your unnerving eyes, oh how he’s never been able to lie to you, you’re truly his kryptonite.

“Well, I mean, sometimes my alpha makes decisions that my human side doesn’t agree,” Jeongguk says truthfully, “and I know that I shouldn’t have reacted that way, especially towards my own my sister, if it made you uncomfortable…I’m sorry,” Jeongguk says, his head hanging low, like a puppy who’s being denied of head rubs, he’s seen his own eyes flash red, and although it’s normal, it must’ve scared you, since he hasn’t done that in your presence before.

“I’m not upset, Guk, but I hope you understand that peeling prawns really didn’t mean much to me until today, maybe I should stop doing my nails if you’re-

“No! I love your nails,” Jeongguk blurts out, “don’t change yourself for me, but next time, when I’m around, can, can I be the one to peel prawns for you?” Jeongguk asks in a small voice, his eyes looking as sad as a beagle puppy’s.

“Okay, now don’t be upset anymore, cuz I’m not, in fact, I find it really cute, you look really cute when you’re mad,” you joke, trying to lure him into another topic.

“No, I’m not,” Jeongguk says defensively, an exasperated smile on his face, like he couldn’t believe what you just said.

“You do, and there’s nothing wrong with being a cute alpha, you literally have the biggest doe eyes,” you add on with a mischievous tone.

“I’m not!” Jeongguk defends himself, his hands immediately going to your waist, tickling your sides, your laughter erupting in the dark living room, so lively with you around, it was always too quiet when you weren’t.

“Not so cute now, am I?” Jeongguk says from above you, his laughter mixing with your own when he sees your funny reactions and futile attempts of pushing his hands away.

“Okay! Okay! You win!” you say exasperatedly, you swear this man’s going to tickle the last breath out of you.

Once Jeongguk stops his onslaught attack on your ticklish spots, you straddle his thighs, your omega purring in delight, she’s longed for this moment since the first time you laid eyes on Jeongguk.

“I find you really hot too, you know?” you say with a tone you’ve never used, and Jeongguk’s reacting positively to it, you could feel a shudder run down his back.

“Don’t start something you can’t afford to finish, my love,” Jeongguk reminds you, his eyes hooded, already affected by the slight switch of your scent, so fucking sweet it’s clouding all his senses.

“I mean, that depends on your performance, no?” you retort, your hand caressing his neck, wrapping around it experimentally, only to feel something rising in Jeongguk’s sweats, poking your butt.

“Oh baby, you shouldn’t have done that,” Jeongguk says before slamming his lips onto yours, his tongue immediately dominating you.

Your settle for licking the plump of lower lip, sucking on it, biting it, oh how you missed seeing his lips swollen.

Jeongguk carries you to his bedroom with ease, settling you down onto his large bed gently, a stark contrast to how roughly he’s kissing you.

You love making out with him, but your omega craves for more, which is why you tugged his shirt off, breaking the scorching kiss.

Your hungry eyes trail down to his pecs, you don’t know if it’s a Jeoungguk effect, but you love his boobs, for lack of better wording, you hand instantly finds its way to his nipples, flicking and twisting while your other hand gropes the surprisingly soft meat around it.

“How long have you been thinking of doing this?” Jeongguk questions with a nervous laugh, trying not to sound too affected by your sinful actions.

“Since the first time I saw you shirtless,” you confess shamelessly, and so that confirms Jihyo’s constant ‘warnings’ of how you’re much more dirty minded than you had let on around Jeongguk himself.

Jeongguk shakes his head playfully at your blatant thirsty confession.

“You’re truly one of a kind,” Jeongguk says before he continues kissing you, breaking you out of your little routine you had with his chest.

You succumb to his kiss immediately, hands tangled into Jeongguk’s hair, the touch sending a shiver southwards.

But soon, Jeongguk craves for more, and so he asks for permission to take off your shirt, and god, he thought your hands would make him cum on the spot, glad that he didn’t, but the sight of your drenched pussy just might.

“Fuck, you’re perfect all over,” Jeongguk says before delving down to steal a taste, his mind going a tad bit dizzy at the sweet taste.

Jeongguk then focuses his attention on your boobs next, hands gently grasping them, the soft meat perfectly fitting into his palms, like you were made just for him, flicking your cute nubs with his thumbs, watching your breasts jiggle in motion with his movements, so cute.

“Stop dragging this out, Guk, you’re such a tease,” you say with a whine.

“Oh so you can take your time playing with my boobs, but I can’t?” Jeongguk chides, but abides, he’d do anything you say, so he moves on, his hands trailing down, until they reach your thighs, prying them open for him to fully take in the view of your wet centre, it’s only gotten wetter since the start, and the fact that it’s all his doing just fills his ego.

Jeongguk slips in a finger in while he holds eye contact with you, his tongue mindlessly playing with his lip piercing to calm his nerves, but to you, he was doing everything that’s sexy in your eyes.

Fuck, Jeongguk didin’t expect you to feel so wet, so warm, he just wants to sink into your velvet walls forever, bury himself into your warm cunt and die there, that’s how addictive you feel, and this is just his finger, he’ll lose his sanity once he’s inside you.

Jeongguk moves his finger around, aiming upwards, trying to locate for your sweet spot, and when he hears a whimper of his name fall from your swollen lips, he knows he’s found the prize.

He slips another finger in, doing a come hither movement, opening you up for him, he’s glad he’s a decent multitasker, or he’d lose his focus from how you’re arching your back into his touch, if you could, you’d glue his hand to your breast, you’d touch yourself before, but you thought your nipples weren’t all that sensitive, until Jeongguk’s touch, and now you’re addicted, but if you were told to choose between his fingers inside you or touching your boobies, you wouldn’t be able to choose, you’ve never been this wet with anyone else or by yourself, everything’s electrified with Jeongguk.

Although the two of you are about to unspeakable things to each other, you can’t help but think, Jeongguk has always been a gentleman, you could just tell by his meticulous prepping, his furrowed eyebrows that match his doe eyes, the way they dart around between your pussy and your face, trying his best to see if you’re feeling okay, if he needs to stop, love blossoms just as pleasure builds up between your legs, your walls clenching and unclenching around Jeongguk’s fingers, a silent message that you’re about to be pushed over the edge, and Jeongguk could tell too, which is why he retracts his fingers before you could do so, earning a nearly animalistic whine from you, not used to being denied by Jeongguk, always his spoiled baby.

“If I don’t stop I’m really gonna cum in my pants, sweetheart,” Jeongguk confesses with a shake of his head, his alpha’s ego slightly hurt by the revelation.

“Hurry then,” you say before you decided to take matters into your own hands, taking his pants and boxers off in one tug, revealing his thick length bouncing up, hitting his perfectly sculpted abs, the tip shiny with beads of pre cum.

Jeongguk could see you slowly gravitating towards his cock, so he pushes you down onto the bed before you could get any sneaky ideas and have him cum down your throat in seconds.

“Next time, I promise, I need to look at you properly when you take me down your throat, now I just want to be inside you,” Jeongguk promises, positing his length at your entrance, but he finds himself entranced by your swollen clit that he previously rubbed his nose against, and so he grasps himself in his hands, rubbing his tip against your clit, groaning at the feeling of your smooth folds, fuck it, he really needs to be inside you, now.

“Fuck, Guk,” you sigh out when he slowly pushes into you, your walls clamping down onto his cock like a greeting hug, god his brain needs to stop tying sex with you to some innocent gesture, or he’d pop a boner at everything he does, and with how addicting you feel, he fears you’d really have that power over him.

When he’s finally balls deep inside you, he could feel his fangs protruding, he’s sure his eyes are flashing red as yours began showing a golden hue, the colour of an omega.

“You can move now,” you say when you realised Jeongguk had been stilled to allow you to adjust to his size.

Jeongguk nods, maybe a little more times than necessary, just to reassure himself. He pulls out slowly, the contact between your bare walls around his dick has him shuddering, leaving just the tip in, he feels you sucking him in, and that’s when he decided to throw all caution out of the window, thrusting back in quickly, a gasp and a moan of his name could be heard, he craves to hear that sweet melody again, and so he begins to move, setting a moderate pace.

Jeongguk could feel you everywhere, wrapped around his cock, your sweet voice tickling his ear, and even those pretty nails you do everything to maintain in its mint condition, the acrylics digging into his tricep as he snaps his hips, the pace of them getting faster by the second as you struggle to even moan, too consumed by the way Jeongguk’s cock seem to always hit that sweet spot that you thought no man would be able to find on the first night, but this man, your alpha, proves that he’s fully capable in everything he sets his mind to, and that’s the biggest turn on, ever.

When Jeongguk shifts his hand from your hip to your clit, you knew you were going to be ruined by him tonight, it felt like an electric shock, the first contact of the pad of his calloused thumb, but when you felt him rubbing quick circles on your bundle of nerves, a sob rocked your body, the pleasure coming from the tip of your toes to your entire body, so many pleasure points being stimulated all at once, your body went haywire, you could feel your mind going blank before you felt the band in your abdomen snap, your walls clench onto Jeongguk so harshly that Jeongguk has to bite onto the pillow your head’s laying on to prevent his animal side from running free and bite your neck.

Jeongguk’s knot began forming when he could feel you coming down from your high, thank god for the slicked walls, or he’d pull out from fear of you getting hurt even though he’s prepped you thoroughly, he doesn’t want your first time to have any risks of pain, or any other time, but he wants your first time with him to be very much memorable in a positive light.

Jeongguk could feel you clenching in panic when you felt the swollen knot, your mind still hazy from your orgasm, and so Jeongguk is quick on his feet to reassure you.

“Just a little more, baby, take my knot like a good girl and it’d be all over,” Jeongguk says beside your ear before kissing you gently as he releases calming pheromones, and that’s when he felt you unclenching, just in time for his knot to deflate painting your walls with white.

“There you go, it’s all over my pretty baby, I'll get you all washed up when I'm safe to pull out,” Jeongguk suggests, but you could feel your consciousness fading, the only thing you remember is your bare skin coming into contact with a body of warm water.

When you wake, you’re still in your alpha’s hold, but you’re now dressed in a thick sweater of his, black of course, since there seems to be a colour shortage in his wardrobe.

“Well, if it isn’t sleeping beauty,” Jeongguk jokes, which earns him a light punch to his chest.

“It’s all your fault, who knew you’d be so tiring,” you say with a slight whine, still feeling sore between your legs.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow as an apology, happy?” Jeongguk bargains with that charming smile of his that makes all the omegas he meets drop onto their knees for them.

“As long as you’re buying lunch too,” you retort before snuggling closer to your alpha, fatigue crawling into you once more.

“I ended up with one of those demanding omegas, didn’t I?” Jeongguk says to himself with a shake of his head before he decides to sleep as well, for the first time in a long time, he falls asleep in no time, now that his favourite scent is surrounding him.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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chapter 1.

Note: a brand new fic no one asked for :)

Warnings: none I can think of, we're just getting started here, it's all fluff ;)

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric, the bass player of your favourite band, suddenly remembers you when you meet again after 7 years.

wordcount: 4,5k

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'Wait! Have we met before?'

Seven Kings, one of the most popular alternative rock bands of the last few years, were playing a show in your hometown, which was actually also the band's hometown, but you knew all members had moved away after their break through. When you saw the tour announcement, which only had eight dates, you immediately called your best friend, Gisela, and you were hysterically screaming on the phone. When she finally understood what you were saying, she screamed just as hard. You both have been a fan since the very start of the band's career, seeing them at their very first free show in your city at a pub. And after that, you both went to every show near you, while the band became more popular and the venues bigger.

The band hadn't toured for a whole year and a half, as they had been recording new music and dealt with some personal issues back home. Sihtric, the bass player and your favourite member, went through a divorce last year, while Osferth, their guitarist, made headlines when word came out he was to become a father; of two different children, by two different ladies. It always baffled you how Osferth seemed so shy, yet he was a real ladies killer. Their other members, Finan, the drummer, and Uhtred, the singer/guitarist and Gisela's favourite member, seemed to have no struggles going on. And you were already excited when they announced their new album, a few weeks before the tour announcement dropped.

You and Gisela immediately stressed over the ticket sale. As the band had gotten more popular, the ticket sales became more horrifying. However, you couldn't complain, you always managed to get tickets, but it was always a bit of a punch in the gut you could never see your favourite band up close again. The newer fans randomly started to camp out for shows a few years ago, two days before the actual show sometimes, and you and Gisela drew the line there. You had no problem with getting to the venue early in the morning and queueing, but sleeping outside? For a show? Absolutely not. And so you both bitterly accepted your front row days were over.

Your most prized possessions are the photos you have with all the members, when you met them for the first and last time, seven years ago, when they opened up for a bigger band. You got to meet Seven Kings at their merch table, after the show. They had all been so lovely, which was a big reason why you kept supporting them. You pretty much grew up with them, as you were around the same age, and their music had helped you through various heartbreaks. But your heart was also somewhat broken when word got out that Sihtric got married, years ago. You and Gisela always joked how you belonged with Sihtric, and how she belonged with Uhtred. But then Sihtric got married, and you felt crushed for a day or two, but then life went on. It's not like you ever had a chance with the guy anyway. Uhtred was forever single, always whoring around with the groupies, as was Finan, and well… Osferth definitely too. Gisela said she'd still marry Uhtred if she could, and you couldn't blame her.

When the news broke last year that Sihtric was single again, Gisela blew up your phone with texts. You both chuckled at your delusions of marrying your favourite pretty boys, but never took it seriously, as they were famous, and truthfully, you barely knew anything about them.

On the day of the ticket sale you managed to score floor tickets, and you and Gisela were ecstatic. The show was already in a few months, and the album would be released in a few weeks. You both counted down the days and, when the album dropped, you and Gisela had a sleepover, listening to the record all night while desperately gushing over how good "your boys" looked in that new video, even though you both knew it was shot a while ago, as Finan's hair was short in the video, and you knew it was longer now.

'Did you hear you can win meet and greet tickets?' you suddenly asked.

'For real?' Gisela gasped, 'how?'

'All you have to do is enter your email address on their website, and a few winners get picked at random for each show.'

'Oh my god!' Gisela squealed, 'can you imagine?! We both have to enter!'

And so you both entered the competition. You knew chances were slim, their fanbase was huge, and many fans travelled to multiple shows, so they would try for every show they'd go to. You could only afford to go to one show, the one in your city, which was also the first show of the tour. You kept thinking of trying to get tickets for the last show of the tour, which was two weeks after your show, in a city which was only an hour away from you, but you never got them.

The concert was in two days. You and Gisela were already going crazy with excitement, and when you suddenly received an email from their record label, saying you were one of the meet and greet winners, you were sure your entire city could hear you and Gisela scream.

'Oh my god, what do I wear?' you panicked.

'I need to buy new clothes!' Gisela cried.

'I have to dye my hair! Look at these roots!' you gasped as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You and Gisela went shopping the day before the show, and you fixed up each other's hair, hoping you'd both look a little presentable among the other fans who had won.

'I wonder how many others there will be,' Gisela dreamed the night before the show, as she stared at her phone, looking at pictures of Uhtred, 'and I wonder what the guys will be wearing!'

'I'm so afraid it will be so rushed,' you pouted, scrolling through Sihtric's instagram, 'and me too, I can't wait to see their new look- oh my god!' you suddenly shouted.

'What?' Gisela jumped up.

'Sihtric just posted a selfie on his story!' you squealed, 'look! Oh my god, he has long hair now! Oh god, that smile!' you cried.

'Oh god,' Gisela snorted, knowing you were a sucker for tall, lean guys with shoulder length hair, 'you won't survive tomorrow.'

Luckily for you, Gisela had the same meltdown when Uhtred posted a new selfie too, revealing his new look as well, and you thought Gisela was about to faint. You both 'awww'ed' at Osferth and Finan's reveals, them always being cute and handsome, and after that, you desperately tried to get some sleep, as tomorrow was the day.

'Is my hair okay?' you asked nervously, standing in front of the venue.

'Yeah, yeah, you look good,' Gisela said, 'mine?'

'You're always pretty, shut up,' you scowled.

You looked down at your outfit; black boots, black skinny jeans, and a comfy shirt of Seven Kings, which was actually their very first tour shirt, which you had always been very careful with. The shirt still fitted perfectly, but you did cut off the sleeves years ago, making it a sleeveless top. You anxiously looked around, confused, as there were only a handful of other fans who also won, and then you all figured there were no more than five winners, each allowed to bring a friend, so it truly was an exclusive thing. Gisela kept pulling at her little black dress. She heard that Uhtred apparently likes ladies in short dresses, so she went for it. You actually had no idea what type of girl Sihtric was into, as he was rather private and quiet in interviews. And his instagram page mainly had professional photos of him, taken during live shows or for promo, and if it wasn't that, it was a photo of another new bass guitar he got his tattooed hands on.

You all froze when suddenly a door opened, and your tickets got checked. Terrified that something was wrong with your ticket, your trembling hands showed the venue employee your papers. You all got cleared, ushered inside, and were told to wait in a comfortable lounge room.

'Okay,' Ragnar, the band's manager, said as he walked in the door, 'first of all, congratulations,' he smiled, and you all cheered quietly.

'The band will come out in a moment,' he said, 'and please… just… behave,' Ragnar sighed, 'no pushing or pulling, there is no need, there's only ten of you and you guys have almost an hour here with them, if you all behave that is,' Ragnar said sternly. 'Also,' he continued, 'no asking for kisses and there will be no boob signatures if you are underage,' he glanced quickly at a few girls who were absolutely no older than 16.

You and Gisela gave each other a sly smile, but you both felt you were too old for that kind of behaviour, so you wouldn't ask for anything like that anyway.

'Before you take your selfies with the guys, we ask you to just chill out and chat, get some albums signed and all that, the more relaxed you are, the better your pictures will be, okay?' Ragnar chuckled, 'those boys are all ugly anyway, so I don't even know why you are all here,' he snorted and left the room.

The younger girls gasped while you and Gisela laughed at the manager's sneer. Everyone adjusted their outfits before you all perked up at the sound of Finan's laughter closing in. And there they were. Finan got in the room first, grinning, wearing a sleeveless black shirt with denim jeans and sneakers. Osferth followed, in his white fishnet top, black jeans and leather boots. You heard Gisela exhale sharply next to you when Uhtred appeared, with a hint of eyeliner, a leather jacket with no shirt underneath, leather jeans and black boots. You looked at Gisela, who was blushing at the sight of her favourite, and you snorted. But when you looked back up, you saw Sihtric, his hair loose and wild, wearing a black leather dungarees with a black mesh shirt underneath, his dungarees tucked in his black Doctor Martens. Your heart skipped about five beats when you locked eyes with his mismatched pair for a second.

'Oh my god,' you breathed softly, grabbing Gisela's hand.

Then Ragnar walked in again and frowned at all of you, frozen on the sofas. 'Well, what are you waiting for?' he chuckled, 'they don't bite!'

'Maybe we do,' Finan grinned.

Then you all jumped up and, as expected, most girls ran over to Osferth and Uhtred, while Finan earned some company too. Because Sihtric was always the quiet one, he took a slight step back from the others, which is why some of the other hesitant fans didn't dare walk up to him, and turned to the other members. But this was your chance, you thought, so you went for it, while Gisela already left your side and stood next to Uhtred.

You took a deep breath and walked up to the handsome, slightly scarred Dane, who grabbed himself a bottle of water and sat up on a table, keeping to himself. When his eyes met yours again as you approached him, a sweet smile appeared on his face and he leaned back.

'Hello,' he simply said, with that soft, low voice you love so much, and he took a sip of water.

'H-hi,' you smiled, trying your best to not show your nerves, 'how are you doing?'

'Nervous,' Sihtric confessed with a chuckle, then tilted his head, 'and how are you, lady?'

'Nervous,' you laughed softly, which earned you another sweet smile from Sihtric.

'Surely not because of me, I hope?' Sihtric asked as he sat up, quickly looking you up and down with a sly smile.

'Maybe,' you half joked, feeling your face heat up when his eyes darted over you.

'Ah, don't be nervous for me,' Sihtric smiled and squinted his eyes a little, 'I like your shirt. Is it an original?' he asked and leaned in, his fingers brushing your shoulder as he felt the fabric.

'It is,' you smiled, 'I got it at the actual tour back then.'

'No way,' Sihtric said with big eyes and let go of your shirt, 'you stuck around all that time?'

'Even longer,' you giggled shyly, 'I first saw you guys at that free show here in the city, at the Irish pub.'

'At Clancy's?' Sihtric frowned, 'damn.'

'Yeah, but I had to leave early that evening,' you said, 'and I got this shirt when you opened up for that other band, you guys were at the merch-'

'Wait! Have we met before?' he gasped softly.

'Eh, actually, yeah,' you felt your cheeks heat up again and took out your phone, showing him the seven year old selfie.

'Gods!' Sihtric stared at your screen. He took your hand in his while you held your phone up to him, to get a better look. 'Yeah… I remember that night, I also remember you now.'

'What? No way,' you looked down at your feet.

'Yeah, yeah,' Sihtric said as he let go of your hand, 'you were the girl who told me you liked the metal chain I use as a bass guitar strap,' he smiled, 'because it reminded you of Peter Steele.'

'Oh my god,' you snorted, 'yeah, that was me. And you told me you stole the idea-'

'From Peter Steele,' Sihtric laughed, 'because I am the most unoriginal bastard.'

You both laughed at the memory, and suddenly Sihtric held his arms open to you. 'Come here, bring it in,' he smiled, 'you deserve a hug for still putting up with our music.'

You allowed Sihtric to pull you in, wrapping his arms around you, and he lightly stroked your back with his big, warm hands as you were pressed against his muscular chest. You could die peacefully now, you thought. You tried to pull back, but Sihtric held on a little longer before he let go, licking his lips with a soft smile when he looked at you again.

'You been to all our tours ever since?' he asked.

'Yeah, but more and more in the back of the venue, as you guys became more popular. I refuse to camp out for a good spot.'

'Ah,' Sihtric clicked his tongue, 'yeah, fandom behaviour got, eh, quite intense the last few years. People camp out, some even figure out our hotels, it's crazy,' he said, 'that's why I'm not that active on social media. You post one thing and suddenly a shit ton of people find out where you are.'

'Sorry to hear that,' you gave him a compassionate look, 'me and my friend also took a step back from the fanbase because of that,' you looked a little sad, 'people have no limits anymore these days. It's weird as shit.'

'Truly,' Sihtric nodded, 'but good to see we still got some decently behaving people who like us,' he winked and poked your shoulder.

'Oh, thanks,' you smiled shyly.

'So, can I sign anything for you or…?'

'Ehh, my ticket?' you smiled sheepishly, 'I forgot to bring my album.'

'You did not,' Sihtric snorted, 'really?'

You gave him a shy nod and buried your face in your hands, to which Sihtric laughed.

'Okay, hold on,' Sihtric smiled and got off the table, towering over you as he put his feet on the ground, and his fingers brushed over your arm, 'come,' he said, 'I'll get you another one.'

You hesitantly moved your feet towards the door Sihtric held open for you.

'But… I don't want to get in trouble,' you looked back at Ragnar, who was on his phone, 'I can just wait here?'

Trouble?' Sihtric shook his head with a smile, 'you won't get in any trouble, come,' he beckoned you over.

He didn't have to ask you again. You followed Sihtric through the empty hallway, to their merch stand, where he opened a few boxes.

'You had a cd or a vinyl?'

'Cd,' you said, 'the coloured vinyl was a little too pricey,' you blurted out by accident, not meaning to fish for anything or come off rude.

'I agree,' Sihtric sighed and looked up at you, 'we told the label to cut down that price. We don't even need that income anymore, to be honest,' he quickly grimaced, 'sorry, don't mean to boast or anything. But yeah, the record looks sick, but that price tag is ridiculous.'

'I agree,' you scoffed lightly, 'but, well, it is what it is.'

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed as he grabbed a vinyl, 'it is what it is,' he smiled and got up again, 'what's your name, love?' he asked as he grabbed a silver marker out of a drawer and ripped the plastic off the vinyl cover.

You told him your name and stared at the vinyl, confused, then you suddenly realised Sihtric was writing your name on the record.

'W-wait,' you chuckled nervously, 'I… I can't afford that-'

'Shush,' Sihtric hushed sweetly and winked at you, 'I'm giving it to you, so it's a gift,' he shrugged and continued to scribble on the cover.

'Oh… o-okay,' you felt yourself blushing again, 'thank you.'

Sihtric smiled and silently nodded his head while looking down at the record, accepting your thanks. He closed the marker again and flung it in the drawer, then leaned in on the merch table, opposite of you, staring into your eyes with a soft smile.

'Can I get you anything else, pretty lady?' he asked, carefully pushing the vinyl your way.

'N-no,' you said with big eyes.

'Hm, what's your size?'

'No,' you chuckled, 'I… I will not steal any more merchandise.'

'You're not stealing any merch,' Sihtric laughed, 'tell me your shirt size,' he bit down on his lip.

'I will not,' you protested while butterflies marched through your stomach, because of Sihtric's playful voice and smile.

He suddenly made his way around the merch table and, before you realised what happened, you felt his rough fingers touching your neck, as he took the collar of your shirt and looked at the label.

'Got you,' Sihtric whispered in your ear before he hopped back to the merchandise.

He pulled out a sweater and two shirts in your size and pushed them in your hands, along with the signed vinyl.

'Sihtric, I-'

'Let's go, lady,' Sihtric chuckled as he looked around. He placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you with him, 'if anyone asks,' he looked at the pile of merch in your arms, 'you already had it. It's just our secret as to how you got it,' he winked, opened the door for you, and you stepped back into the lounge room.

Luckily, everyone else had been so occupied, no one even noticed that you and Sihtric had left the room for quite a few minutes.

'Thank you,' you said as Sihtric sat back on the table again, and he took another sip of his water.

'For what?' he grinned, then held his water bottle out to you, 'sip?'

Sharing a drink? With the man of your dreams? You'd be foolish if you didn't.

'Eh, sure,' you smiled and took the bottle out of his hand, taking a small sip.

You handed it back to Sihtric, who took another few sips before he closed the half empty bottle again, and handed it back to you.

'Keep it,' he smiled, 'so, you want a new photo? Now that we're both older?'

'Of course,' you said, taking out your phone again, fumbling as your arms were overloaded with everything Sihtric had given you.

Sihtric chuckled and grabbed your phone when he saw your struggle. 'Put the stuff on the table, love,' he smiled and then pulled you close, his arm around your neck, leaning heavily against you, and he flashed a sly smile as he snapped a few photos.

'Those good?' he asked, swiping through the selfies, keeping his arm around you.

'Yeah,' you smiled, feeling lightheaded at how close you were. You could even smell his cologne, which had hints of mint and cedarwood. You were absolutely smitten.

Sihtric handed you your phone and took a step back, his hand still on your shoulder, but before either of you could say something, another fan finally walked up to Sihtric. You noticed her and you stepped away, but Sihtric's eyes lingered on you before he looked at the other lady, and he somewhat reluctantly let go of your shoulder.

'I'll see you around,' Sihtric said with a sweet smile.

You returned the smile and walked up to the other members, joining Gisela again, who frowned at your arms full of merch.

'How did you get that?' she asked with big eyes as the other men were busy chatting with someone else.

'Sihtric gave it to me,' you whispered.

'Are you serious?'

'Yeah,' you smiled and told her what happened. Gisela couldn't believe it and kept saying how Sihtric must have liked you, but you shrugged it off. 'He's just really nice,' you said.

'Nice, my ass,' Gisela frowned, 'he keeps looking at you,' she said, upset, because Uhtred didn't pay her much attention apparently.

'No, he's not,' you scoffed, then looked over your shoulder and locked eyes with Sihtric, as someone else was talking to him, and a smile appeared on his face. 'O-okay, maybe he just looked now,' you stammered.

'What did he write on that record?' Gisela tried to get a look at it.

'Oh, shit, I have no idea,' you said, completely forgetting about that after everything that happened.

You looked at the vinyl cover and smiled at the way he wrote your name so gracefully, and had continued with;

Hope you stick around for another seven years, and longer...

Love you to death ;)

Sihtric

'Love you to death?' Gisela's mouth fell open.

'No! It's not what you think!' you said, 'you know his guitar strap? The metal chain?'

Gisela nodded, her jaw still dropped.

'He stole that idea from Peter Steele, who was the bass player and singer for Type O Negative,' you explained, 'and one of their most famous songs is called Love You to Death. It's obviously a nod to the first time I met Sihtric, and said the metal chain reminded me of Peter, which we just talked about. Oh my god, I didn't even tell you yet!' you gasped, 'he remembered me when I showed him the photo we took years ago!'

'Oh my god,' was all Gisela could bring out.

The rest of the meet and greet was a blur really. You just couldn't grasp your interaction with Sihtric, and Gisela kept telling you how Sihtric was constantly looking at you. You chatted and took pictures with the other guys too, who were just as friendly as the first time you had met, but your eyes kept wandering back to Sihtric, and you always found him looking at you from across the room. When the meet and greet was over, everyone just waved goodbye to each other, but Sihtric was quick to run up to you, to give you another firm hug before leaving, and said if he found you in the crowd, he'd throw you one of his guitar picks.

And before you knew it, you found yourself in the hot crowd. You were kinda close to the stage at first, but the crowd was constantly pushing and pulling, so you and Gisela moved further back halfway through the set.

As always, the show was fantastic, but when you left the venue you were sad you never got that guitar pick, as you had been too far away. Back home, you both couldn't stop staring at the pictures you got with your favourite member, and you posted your selfies separately on your instagram, tagging all members in their own photo. About an hour later you suddenly screamed, startling Gisela, who jumped up next to you on the couch.

'What happened?' she asked.

'S…S…S-Sihtric liked our selfie,' you wheezed, and just as you both looked at your screen, another notification popped up.

sihtric.kjartansson commented: beauty & the beast x

You felt dizzy and laid down on the floor, while Gisela took your phone to read the comment properly.

'Oh my god,' she laughed, 'he's totally into you!'

'Impossible,' you groaned, hiding your face behind your hands.

'Oh come on, we all stalk their pages, we know none of them ever comment. They rarely even like the posts they are tagged in!' Gisela said, 'you gotta dm him! He's totally flirting!'

'I thought about it, to… you know, thank him again in private but… I don't know…'

'You should!' she said, 'you should send a picture of you wearing one of those shirts he gave you, telling him it fits,' she giggled.

'Should I?' you frowned.

After some bickering, you finally agreed. You put on the comfy hoodie, which was the perfect amount of oversized, and you took a cute picture in the mirror.

You: The merch fits! Thanks for everything. Had a great time meeting you again, sad I didn't get that guitar pick though, the crowd was rough. Great show regardless! :)

You hit send and locked your phone. It was getting late and you were tired, so you decided to go home and sleep, figuring Sihtric would never reply anyway.

The next morning you woke up and you had a near heart attack when you looked at your phone. Sihtric had liked your message and even replied. With shaking hands you opened your dms.

Sihtric: looking good lady x

Sihtric: sad I couldn't find you either, the crowd was indeed rowdy. hope you didn't get stuck in that mosh pit...

Sihtric: let me know if you're going to another show, I'll fix that pick for you x

You gasped, screamed and nearly cried. You screenshotted the messages and texted Gisela, who went feral too, and she asked what you were going to reply with. You had no idea yet, you needed some time to think. You also cursed yourself when you saw he had replied only 5 minutes after you had messaged him last night, while you were in bed already, trying to sleep. You figured he'd never reply again now, after 10 hours had passed by now, and you felt you had wasted the opportunity.

After an hour you finally gathered your courage and replied.

You: I know better than to get near a mosh pit haha! unfortunately last night was the only show I'll be at, I couldn't get tickets for the last show :( better luck next tour maybe!

You locked your phone again and got back under your covers, and a minute later your phone buzzed. You thought it was Gisela, but your heart skipped another beat with you saw it was Sihtric again.

'Oh my fucking god,' you breathed and opened the message.

Sihtric: damn, lady. Definitely hit me up next time you're seeing us, yeah? x

You replied with trembling hands again.

You: will do :) thanks again! x

Right after you pressed send, it showed that Sihtric had seen the message, and he started typing. Your head was spinning, how was any of this even real. Sihtric, out of all members, was the one who used his social media the least. Yet here he was, responding to you within seconds.

Sihtric: no worries love

Sihtric: was lovely meeting you again

Sihtric: how are you doing today then? x

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bettyshoweduptotheparty · 9 months

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Eras tour thoughts, part 3: Burning the Lover house

So, after my Anti-Hero/Matilda theory, here's another brain dump of thoughts on style choices for the Eras tour, now that the first leg has officially finished and we are on the international leg of the tour. Warning, this is bit of an essay...

This part is about maybe the most glaring visual choice of the whole tour, one that pretty much every swiftie has picked up on: The burning of the Lover house. I've seen a lot of confusion in the fandom about this and some theories about how this could represent 'burning down' her old work as she releases the re-recordings or making space for new albums because the house is full if every room represents an era.

In terms of gaylor theories I've only seen one and that is THIS one by @keepingsecretstokeepyoutk (I hope you don't mind me borrowing your theory for this post). It's a brilliant theory that burning the house is another step on the road to coming out and I'd like to extend this with a few observations on my own.

Firstly, I'd agree that the midnights cover image of Taylor holding the lighter was definitely a sign that something was going to get burned before the tour even started. Even with the midnights songs themselves, if we think of it as a journey of stepping into the daylight, the songs on this album are definitely pretty gay and only one song with he/him pronouns. But back to the lover house...

True to my TRUE Lover

So the lover house to me has always represented her public relationships, it's not where her real lover lives and that is for two reasons:

The OG lover house is in a snow globe (see lover mv) so it is to be displayed/looked at but not to be actually lived in. And

Maybe most importantly, the house doesn't have a kitchen. In all of Taylor's music the centre of her domestic life/the place where her lover is, has always been the kitchen. Dancing in the refrigerator light / barefoot in the kitchen/ you're in the kitchen humming, and so many more. Not to mention that her actual love story literally started with the line 'your kitchen or mine...' So yeah, the absence of a kitchen in the lover house has always been pretty telling to me, that this is the 'love's for show' house and her true lover is somewhere else.

What happens to the house during the Eras tour?

So not surprisingly, the house first appears during the lover era set which is the opening act of the tour. Notably though, it isn't furnished and 'lived in' anymore like it was in the lover mv, it's empty and the lovers have very clearly moved out. It's also not night time anymore, it's now daytime and the sun is shining in through the windows:

The only person we see in it, is Taylor in a yellow dress in the pink bedroom where she climbs into the big mirror and disappears. The first 'burning' then occurs at the end of the set, during the transition to fearless era. The last song of the set is the Archer, during which golden arrows fly around on the stage that form a ball of light that explores into a cascade of sparkling rain that sets the house on fire.

It doesn't really burn like a normal house fire though, it just stands in the rain of sparks, looking almost peaceful and golden. So much so, that she added a massive smoke effect to drive home the message that the house really is burning. Look how much smoke there is:

So at the end of the lover era, the contents of the house and a few of the walls have burned, but the house is still pretty much intact. It can be repaired. And that's pretty spot on for the actual lover era, which was meant to be her coming out era, but ended up just being a nice gentle golden (aka pastels and rainbows) fire that left some damage to her straight image but could ultimately be repaired and the public bearding continued. Keep that in mind, because we now don't see the house again until way later in the show.

1989 - Now it really burns

During the 1989 set (which is the second to last in the show) there is a ton of fire imagery, starting with the flame in the hand and the bed on fire during Wildest dreams and then finally, during Bad Blood, the final song, we see the house again looking a bit charred. Now, this is where things get interesting. We see Taylor walking in wearing Karlie's 2014 VSFS outfit, full strut and including the flick of the cape as she sits down at the vanity. She then flicks a match at the floor and the rooms lights up in blue flames.

So despite this being Taylor, I think the outfit and the strut make it pretty clear that this is Karlie who is lighting the house on fire again. And I think now in hindsight we can safely assume that this was foreshadowing Karlie showing up and setting in motion the events that follow. Even in the last few weeks since Karlie's appearance at the LA show, the fandom has been pretty much on fire over it, no matter what side of the fence you're on. And this time it's not a gentle sparkly rain, it's a blazing inferno, blue first, then it turns orange (or whatever colour normal fire is) before the house eventually collapses in a smoking heap and is gone for good.

video credit: ryan pily on YouTube

So...are we nearing daylight?

My interpretation is, that the blue flames indicate that 1989 TV will have a significant impact on this journey, and the different cover images that we have seen so far have confirmed that for me. They are all imitations of original 1989 era polaroids, but taken outside in broad daylight with seagulls flying freely and Taylor's face smiling on full display. They are also the first re-release covers that have the album title and Taylor's Version written on them so she wants her name on these, which feels significant. Now, I don't think that this will be the 'coming out era' or anything, I still think we are 12-18 months away from the end of this whole process, but I think Karlie showing up was a big shift in the story and I hope we'll be seeing a lot more of her and a lot less of any 'boyfriends'. But let's not forget that the general swiftie fandom still have a long way to go from 'she's straight and has only ever dated men' to 'she's been madly in love with the same woman for the last 10 years'. The house finally collapsing suggest to me that we are done with the bearding narrative, and tbh Taylor seems over it. She's been the happiest ever on this tour and didn't even attempt to look sad over her supposed breakup with Joe... I'm trying to collect my thoughts on how the remaining two re-release albums will further this journey, but it's all a jumble at this point. I wouldn't be surprised if tour visuals for the Asia/Australia/Europe leg of the tour change as time goes on to reveal more as we get closer to rep and debut re-release. And personally, I think that once the tour and all re-releases are done, we will get TS11 and that will be the gayest album yet, songs with she/her pronouns and all. 🤞😉

If you've made it all the way to here - Thank you indeed, you are a star!

(pictures and gifs not mine)

#gaylor #taylor swift #kaylor #gaylor swift #eras tour #1989 tv #the eras tour #lgbetty #lover house theory

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Phases of the Moon - Part 5

Steven Grant x f!Reader, eventual Marc Spector x f!Reader

7317 words

Warnings: chances of a few swears, SOFT, like for real it’s gross, cliche AF

A/N: Surprise! This date is so long, it actually has to be three parts. This is a feast of my soft, simp BS

As always, keep in mind that I am not a system and am not an expert. All of my information about their relationship comes from the Moon Knight show and I use that as my reference point.

*Bold type is spoken by Marc when Steven is fronting.*

Masterlist

You walked in silence, albeit a comfortable one, until the museum came back into view.

“You sure you don’t mind touring me around some more?”

“Course not,” Steven said, climbing the steps beside you, “It gets me more time with you, don’t it?”

You smiled, “I would’ve stuck around after lunch anyway if you’d wanted."

Steven's response faded as you stepped inside the lobby, his gaze landing on the information desk where Donna was speaking to a woman in a nice-looking blazer. As though she could sense Steven's presence, her gaze flicked up to him before trailing slowly down to your hand still clutched in his.

To her credit, she did a fair job of keeping her expression even, but you thought you saw a flicker of a grimace before she smiled, "Speak of the devil, here he is now!" She raised her hand in an uncharacteristically friendly wave, "Stevie, could you come over here a moment?"

Steven paled, "Oh god, what have I done now?"

You offered him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand, "Shall we go and find out?"

He seemed to relax a bit at the reminder of your touch, taking a deep breath and nodding. But as you approached, the woman in the blazer turned around, a pleasant smile on her face, "Mr. Grant, what perfect timing you've got." She offered him her hand, "My name is Daisy Caldwell, I sit on the museum board."

Steven looked absolutely petrified. You made to drop his hand, but he kept a tight hold on you and he hesitantly accepted the handshake with his thankfully-free right hand, "Hello, nice to meet you. You can call me Steven if you like." His response was good, aside from the faint tremble in his voice.

Daisy either didn't notice or didn't mind, "Lovely to meet you, Steven. Sorry to bother you on your free day, but do you have a spare moment?"

He glanced at you, a bit panicked, but you gave him an encouraging smile. He cleared his throat, "Sure- I mean, of course."

Daisy beamed, "Fantastic! Donna, might we borrow your office for a few minutes?"

Donna nodded quickly, "Absolutely, not a problem." You'd never seen her quite so tame before; it was oddly satisfying to see Donna sucking up to her own boss.

This time you did release Steven's hand, trailing your fingers over his until they slid off, "Meet you in the west wing in a bit then?"

He sent a nervous glance at Daisy, who'd stepped aside to give you two a moment, "Yeah, sounds good."

You wanted to cup his face in your hands and tell him not to worry, but you just smiled, "I’ll be waiting.”

You headed off toward the west wing of the museum and Steven followed Daisy in the opposite direction. You spared only idle glances at the museum’s displays; they weren’t half as interesting without Steven beside them, waving his hands around.

You hoped he wasn’t in trouble. After all, you’d been making him slip a little bit in his performance. But you couldn’t fathom why they would send one of the board members to reprimand him; Donna was perfectly capable of doing that.

It was maybe ten minutes of nervous pacing before Steven returned. To your surprise, Daisy was trailing behind him. She paused, hovering in the doorway while Steven crossed the room in long strides, his face alight with excitement. As he reached you, your question faded to nothing on your tongue as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

This was different from when you’d hugged him earlier. He wasn’t trying to keep his arms from being too heavy around you or afraid to squeeze you too tightly. His arms just circled around your waist and pulled you in, his hands coming up between your shoulder blades to hold you close to him.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as you hugged him back, your worries temporarily forgotten as you noticed how warm he was. Too soon, it was over and he released you, keeping his grip only on your shoulders while he leaned in close to whisper urgently, “They saw the reviews. She came here to offer me an interview for a tour guide.”

“Steven, that’s incredible!”

He nodded, grinning from ear to ear, “Yeah, I think it’s going pretty well- I answered all of her questions.”

“Going? As in still?”

He paused, like he suddenly remembered why he’d come rushing in, “Yeah- right- she wanted to see a bit of the tour for herself.” He slid his hands down over your arms to clutch your hands in his, “But only if you don’t mind. We are on a date after all-”

“Of course I don’t mind, Steven! This is your dream job, what are you waiting for?” You shooed him off in her direction, in complete disbelief that he would risk messing up his interview for your date.

He allowed you to push him in her direction, but he paused, spinning around to face you again with a soft smile on his lips, “You’re the greatest, you know that, love?”

You felt your own lips twitch, “Tell me about it after your interview.”

Steven laughed, a giddy kind of laugh that seemed to catch even him off guard; you hadn’t ever seen him so excited. Which was saying something because he was often excited. It was oddly endearing- the way he overflowed with energy, with dumbfounded disbelief at what he likely thought was good fortune. You would argue it was simply karmic balance; Steven was good, therefore he deserved to have good things happen to him.

He would never believe it, of course. Steven seemed to have the belief that he did not deserve the things he wanted in life- at least, based on his reaction to good things happening to him. Which was probably why he’d insisted his gift shop position wasn’t so bad; he’d come to expect the disappointing- the unfair. So in turn, every time something good happened to him, he was ecstatic because he truly hadn’t expected it. He didn’t expect anything. He seemed to continually pour himself into everything- his positivity, his enthusiasm, his honesty- he offered it all up to everyone around him and expected nothing in return. And that wasn’t going to stand with you.

As you watched him politely invite Daisy to join you on the tour, you decided you wanted to fix that. You didn’t want Steven to accept so little when he deserved more.

“Thanks for letting me join you,” Daisy said as she and Steven approached. “I’m so sorry to intrude-”

“It’s no problem, really,” you insisted.

Steven glanced at Daisy before smiling at you, “She’s the one who left the first review after all.”

Daisy chuckled, “I had a feeling.”

Steven beamed, clapping his hands together, “Shall we get started then?”

Admittedly, it wasn’t the ideal time for an interview; you wanted Steven to yourself today. But once he started the tour, you realized you didn’t need to worry. He made an effort to include Daisy- and others, once your little group began to accumulate- in the experience. But even if he wasn’t able to give you his full attention like he usually did, his eyes always returned to you at the end. After each explanation, his gaze returned to your face like that was his resting point.

And he was doing so well; his pacing was flawless and his delivery was downright smooth. You felt an unjustified sense of pride, watching him explain ancient Egyptian battle tactics like they were the rules to checkers. But then he looked to you, faltering mid-explanation and then you realized you were smiling like an idiot watching him speak.

Steven chuckled, “Sorry all- pretty girl- lost my train of thought, didn’t I?”

Your cheeks warmed and you mouthed an apology to Steven before he started back up again, trying to keep your expression in check.

An hour into the tour, Daisy motioned Steven to the side. You gave him a subtle thumbs up as he followed her over by some display cases filled with pottery, trying not to stare. Steven’s back was to you anyway; without his facial expressions to clue you in, you were completely in the dark. But she had to be offering him the position, he’d done an amazing job.

You stole another glance just as Daisy held her hand out to him. You chewed nervously on your lip, watching him shake her hand. He remained still until she’d walked away, but you were already halfway there.

“Well?” You clasped your hands together in a silent plea, trying to get a bead on his expression. His lips were parted, eyes wide with surprise; but it was unclear whether it was good or bad.

“She offered me the position.” His gaze lifted to yours and you were surprised to find his eyes glassy, “I’m gonna be a tour guide.”

“Steven, that’s amazing!” You shrunk slightly under the glances from other museum patrons, but you were positively bubbling, “I’m so happy for you- it’s well deserved!”

“Well it’s all because of you, isn’t it?” He folded you into another tight hug, “You’re bloody incredible!”

Your laugh was muffled slightly by his shoulder, “I didn’t do anything; that was all you!”

He pulled you back just as quickly as he’d pulled you in, “You left that review-”

“I wouldn’t have left such a nice review if you hadn’t done such a good job,” you smirked.

“You got the others to do it too,” he pointed out.

“Okay, that I did because I liked you,” you admitted. “But I didn’t ask them to lie; they said those nice things about you because they believed them.”

“I wouldn’t have even been giving tours if not for you,” he insisted.

You reached up to cup his cheeks between your hands, firmly meeting his gaze, “Steven, you deserve this. You earned it.”

His cheeks warmed under your touch and his gaze flicked away, his tongue poking out to wet his lips, “Right.” He swallowed thickly before hugging you again, his movements slow and deliberate.

“What’s that for?”

“I’m really glad I met you,” he mustered, sounding a bit off. You waited for the follow up that was clearly lingering, “And I really wanted to kiss you just now.” He did sound a bit flustered.

You pulled back just a little bit, still in his grasp but you could see his face, “Why didn’t you then?”

His face glowed a brighter shade of rose, “Well I wanna treat you right, yeah? Don’t want to rush and all.”

You couldn’t help it- the way your eyes drifted to his lips. You guiltily met his gaze again, “Yeah, alright. That makes sense.” You touched your forehead to his, biting your lip; you had to remember, no rushing Steven.

“Come on now, love, you’re not making this easy on me,” he breathed, closing his eyes in hopes that not looking at you might make it easier.

“Sorry.” You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I’m glad I met you too, Steven. And I’m really happy for you.” You heard his breath catch when your lips touched his skin; it was almost intoxicating to think you had so much of an effect on him.

Looking rather warm, Steven finally released you, suddenly remembering his promotion. He offered you a guilty smile; between Marc adamantly demanding that Steven kiss you and the way you bit your lip while your eyelashes fluttered, he’d almost missed his chance to court you the proper way.

He glanced at his watch, “So, do you want to finish the tour then?”

“Definitely- we need to finish mine before you start giving them to just anyone,” you teased.

He gave an exasperated smile, “Yours is special, innit?”

You took a half a step forward, “You say that now, but I’d bet tour guides see lots of pretty girls.”

He chuckled as you slipped your hands into his, “Maybe they do, but it don’t matter, does it? I’ve already seen the prettiest girl who’s ever gonna walk in this museum. Or any museum. Or anywhere, really.”

Heat rushed to your face and you leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder, “Steven, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”

“Well why not?” He couldn’t stop the hand that came up to hold your arm.

“Don’t you remember? You said you’d be honest with me.”

“If that’s all, then I can say it just fine because it’s true,” he argued.

“Steven-”

“And if I’m being completely honest, if you stay close much longer I’m going to lose my resolve and then I’ll be a bit upset with myself-”

“Right, sorry,” you backed up, hoping your face wasn’t still too flushed.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He held out his hand, “Ready?”

Slipping your hand into his, you followed him back to the display you’d left off on. Before he could start, you piped up, “I didn’t mention, but you were amazing today. If you were nervous, I couldn’t tell at all.”

He shuffled his feet a bit, looking pleased, “I wasn’t really nervous, to tell you the truth.”

You grinned, “Steven, your hands were trembling when you introduced yourself to Daisy. How were you not nervous?”

“I just acted like it was one of our tours- just you and me.” He shrugged, “I only had to look around a bit more than usual.”

You dropped his hand and moved a few steps away, “And you want me not to kiss you? Unbelievable. The nerve, honestly.”

Steven laughed, “Just trust me, love.” And strangely, you did. You’d barely known Steven for a couple of weeks, but he already felt like comfort to you. Safe. You smiled.

He suddenly grinned, “Do you think she’s told Donna yet?”

You laughed at Steven’s reaction, “She’s going to be so mad.”

“Well, I’m board-appointed now, so best of luck to her if she wants to bin me.”

You smiled; his newfound confidence was very cute. Although his face did fall slightly when he reached for your hand and you dodged him. You quickly explained, “Not that I don’t want to hold your hand- I do, very much. But I, uh- I like watching you talk.”

Your smile betrayed your embarrassment, but Steven didn’t seem to pick up on it, “You like watching me talk?”

You raised your hands and moved them a bit, “You talk with your hands.” You pressed your lips together to suppress a smile; you weren’t trying to tease him. Not really.

“Do I?” he chuckled, “Guess I never really thought about it then. You like that?” You nodded, a small smile breaking through your defenses. “Guess we should start then, yeah?”

You nodded again, “Yeah.”

You worried for a moment he might be self-conscious, but it only lasted a minute. Once he got going, his hands went back to their usual energetic state, although he kept brushing your hand with his, much like you’d done earlier. Finally, his knuckles brushed against yours again and you captured his hand in yours.

He broke, mid-thought, glancing your way, but you just smiled at him, “I’ll just hang onto this one. Please continue.” He grinned, but he continued talking, moving through the exhibits while you stayed close to his side.

Finally, he came to a halt in front of the final display, “This is it, love. Last bit.”

You chewed your lip, “Is it weird that I don’t want to finish now?”

“You don’t want it to be over either, do you?” He spoke softly, like he couldn’t quite believe it.

You laughed, “Well aren’t we a couple of sentimental fools?”

“I think it’s sort of romantic.”

“It can be two things,” you half-smiled. Steven tilted his head, pensive for a moment; he’d heard that somewhere recently. “Well, if you ever want to end things with me, you can just tell me you want to finish the tour. I’ll definitely take the hint.”

He glanced at the display, “It’s not really all that interesting anyway.”

“I don’t believe for one second you don’t find whatever is in this case interesting, Steven Grant.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted. “I thought it might make you feel better about not knowing.”

“What a gentleman.”

“Aren’t I?”

You laughed, reaching up to straighten his collar, “You certainly are.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, “You’re awful close again, love.”

You only hummed, brushing the edge of your finger over the underside of his chin so he would tip his chin up. He complied, slowly looking up and taking a deep breath as you adjusted the fabric carefully.

Once you were finished, you stepped back, offering him an innocent smile, “Your collar was crooked. A gentleman can’t’ have a crooked collar when he gets invited to dinner.”

It took a second for the message to get through, “You want to have dinner?”

“I thought we could celebrate your promotion and I’ve been having a nice time-”

“I’d love to. I’d really love to.”

You beamed, “Great. Where do you recommend we go?”

“Is there anywhere you like?” He actually did have somewhere in mind, but he’d chosen for lunch.

“There’s this one place I went to with Dalton and Mandy when I first arrived. But I’m not sure if they have a vegan menu.”

“I’m sure they’ve got salad or bread or something-”

“Steven,” you gave him an exasperated look, “I can look online to see if they have anything. You’re not having just salad and bread for your celebratory meal.” Before he could argue, you’d pulled out your phone and were looking up the menu.

Steven watched you, a faint smile on his face. He was feeling very lucky. And there was this little voice in the back of his mind, urging him to kiss you- one he was certain wasn’t Marc.

You sighed, “Not much luck. You sure you don’t know anywhere good?” You glanced up at him, catching him staring, “What? Are you upset I won’t let you eat salad and bread for dinner, because-”

“No, no,” he laughed, “I do know a place.”

Fifteen minutes later, you walked into a little restaurant a couple of blocks away. The sun was just dipping below the horizon,casting orange light through the door when the pair of you stepped inside. It wasn’t quite as cute on the inside as the little cafe you’d gone to for lunch, but it was clean and everything looked well cared for.

“Two tonight, Steven?” The woman at the hostess station was maybe in her forties, dressed in a simple, black dress. She looked rather pleased to see Steven here with a date.

Steven looked shy at the attention, but he nodded, “I know it’s a long shot, being Saturday night and all, but do you have my usual spot?”

“It just opened up, actually, so you’re in luck. Let me have someone clean up and I’ll take you over.”

“Thank you."

As she bustled away, you glanced curiously at Steven, “Are you a regular here?”

He nodded, “Best vegan pasta in the city, if you ask me. I’m in a few times a month, probably. That’s one of the owners, Deborah. Her husband, Nigel, does the cooking.” Chuckling, he admitted, “Not much of a cook, myself.”

You pictured Steven coming in here to eat by himself, a few times a month for god knows how long. He didn’t sound too distraught over it, but you couldn’t understand why the man had seemingly been alone for so long.

He squeezed your hand, “You alright? I can learn to cook-”

“No-” you laughed, “I’m great. Just happy to be here with you.”

That familiar rosy glow crept over his cheeks, “Oh- yeah- me too. I’m happy to be here with you too.”

Deborah returned, waving for the two of you to follow, “Alright, come on out with me.”

You glanced at Steven, “Out?”

He smiled, “You’ll see.”

You followed her through the center of the floor to the back door, where she pushed through and held the door open for you and Steven.

“You know the way, Steven, your server will be out in a minute.” You were dimly aware of Deborah speaking, but you didn’t really register the words; the patio led to the yard, where a few tables were spread out across the grassy landscape, lit by criss-crossing string lights. It was absolutely gorgeous.

Steven watched you pause as you stepped through the doorway, your eyes widening in wonder at the scene. He watched you gaze around, still clutching his hand and he felt himself smile.

Deborah nudged his shoulder, muttering, “Go and get her, yeah?”

He tore his gaze away from you only long enough to process what she’d said, his eyes snapping back to the little smile on your lips before nodding, swallowing a bit hard, “Yeah- yeah, I will.”

“Thatta boy.” She gave him a little shake before disappearing back inside.

Steven slipped his hand from yours, only to rest it on the small of your back, urging you off to one of the corners, “Come on, love, we’ll be over here.” You followed his direction, still gazing around at the lights, only now noticing the flowers around the perimeter of the lattice fence. “It’s quite nice, innit?”

You were already feeling a bit dysfunctional from the view and Steven’s palm pressed against your back had your head spinning, “Yeah.”

He pulled your chair out, guiding you into it before taking his own seat, “You like it then?” His head bobbed once like he was encouraging you to nod.

“I love it,” you agreed. “It’s,” you gazed around once more, “Gorgeous.”

Steven smiled, his gaze never touching the decor, “Yeah, sure is.”

The patio doors opened and the server, a rather pretty young woman dressed in black, swept over, brandishing a bottle of wine and two glasses. Steven looked confused, so you spoke up, “I’m sorry, we didn’t order any wine.”

The server smiled, “On the house, courtesy of Deb.”

Steven looked pleasantly surprised, nodding as the server motioned to uncork the bottle. Once the wine was poured, she looked to the two of you, "My name is Marie, I’ll be waiting on you tonight. I can give you the specials if you like."

"That’d be great, love." Alright, you were loving that less and less. It was how Steven spoke; you couldn't be so insecure that you asked him to change his dialect. But that didn't stop you from glancing down at the table, something Steven noticed.

Marie read off the specials for the evening and Steven smiled at her before ordering, making your heart twist. He's just polite, you reminded yourself. You were not going to do this.

"-madam?"

You roused yourself from your own head, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Do you know what you'd like?" Damn. You should have been listening more carefully.

"I'll have what Steven is having," you rushed, embarrassed by your space out.

"Two vegan broccoli alfredos then?"

"Perfect, love." At Marc's urging, Steven said it again, watching for your reaction.

"See? She doesn't like it." Marc said inside Steven's head.

He'd been trying to keep quiet today- to let you two have a bit of privacy, but it was hard not to watch. Especially when Steven kept making mistakes and you never seemed to mind.

"If you're gonna call her 'love,' you can't keep using it for just anyone."

"It's how I talk, I'm not flirting with the waitress," Steven defended, trying to keep his gaze from flicking to Marc’s face on his wine glass.

"I'm just telling you how it is, Steven."

Once Marie had departed, Steven glanced at you, "Does it bother you when I call other people 'love'?"

Your head snapped up too quickly- he’d surprised you. You pressed your mouth into a thin smile, "That would be silly, wouldn't it? I've heard it a million times since I've been here."

"She's trying not to make a big deal out of it."

"Yes, I get it, Marc. Now please, with love, piss off for a bit. I've got this." Aloud, he tipped his head, "Well that's not what I asked though, is it?"

You wanted to tell him the truth- you really did. But you battled to keep your expression even. You weren't going to be that girl. "It's fine. I don't mind, Steven." Steven didn't look convinced, so you admitted, "I do like it when you call me that more than when other people do."

Steven took your hand across the table, "I like calling you that more than I do other people, as well. But if you like, I can stop- I could keep it just for you." That would be a difficult habit to break, but he would do it for you.

You wanted to agree. He was offering you exactly what you wanted. "You don't have to do that."

"Well, I'd do a lot for you that I didn't have to do, you know?" He squeezed your hand, "You can be honest with me."

"I actually do have something to tell you- two things."

Steven nodded, a bit of worry lining his face.

"Do you remember when I disappeared for a few days?"

"Course, I was afraid you hated my guts," he gave a weak chuckle.

"I told you I hadn't replied to you because my cousin had me visiting family, but that wasn't true. I was avoiding you- only a little- just to try to get over my crush on you." You grimaced, "The lie's been bothering me ever since."

Steven brushed his thumb over the back of your hand, "Sorry, if I hurt your feelings by accident. I can be a bit dense." He didn’t think it appropriate to comment on how giddy he was that you’d had a crush on him.

You offered a smile, "You didn't do anything wrong."

You were interrupted briefly by Maria's return with your drinks.

Steven waited for her to leave again, toying with the handle on his tea cup, "And the second thing?"

At that, you surprised him by smiling, "I have to confess something." He nodded, urging you to continue, but instead, you pulled your phone from your pocket, sliding it across the table, "Do you notice anything about it?"

"Your phone?" You nodded and Steven shook his head, looking a bit baffled.

"The screen, in particular."

"Well, it's not cracked anymore, so that's good," he offered passively, puzzling over what he was supposed to notice.

"Exactly. But this," you tapped on the screen, "Isn't the screen protector you got for me."

Comprehension dawned on Steven’s face, "It wasn't the right one, was it?"

You bit back a smile, "No."

"Well why didn't you mention it? I could've got the right one- and I was so pleased with myself-"

"I'm sorry, Steven," you chuckled, "I didn't have the heart to tell you. It was such a sweet gesture- I didn't want you to feel bad."

He heaved a sigh, "And then you had to go out and buy one anyway- gods, I'm such a-"

"Whatever you're about to say, if it's not the words 'complete and utter sweetheart,' you're off the mark." You put your phone back in your pocket.

Steven heaved a sigh, "Right. Well, I'm glad you told me that too."

"No more secrets going forward," you offered. "I'm an open book."

Steven felt a pang of guilt; there was one secret he couldn't tell you. And it was the kind of secret with a plethora of little secrets attached to it- a web of little confidential tidbits all rooted in the biggest secret of them all: Marc.

But he just nodded, "Does that mean I can ask again if you want me to stop calling other women 'love'?"

You sighed at your failed distraction, "It makes me a bit jealous, I'll admit. But I don't want you to stop on my behalf- you shouldn't have to make changes like that for my insecurities."

Steven was surprised at how mad you sounded at yourself. “Well, you can’t control how you feel, can you?”

“Steven, we’ve been together almost all day and you haven’t given me any reason to be jealous. This is a ‘me’ issue.”

“Maybe, but I might be able to help you fix it, yeah?” Steven almost felt like he was arguing with Marc again- trying to get him to open up. “What about if I use something else for you- something only for you? Would that be better?”

He was trying so hard; you felt bad for being so dodgy about it. So you nodded, “Sure.”

“Really?”

You smiled wryly, “I don’t want to be difficult, despite what it might seem like.”

“What should I use for you then?”

You chuckled, “I’m not sure it works that way. I think nicknames have to be given, not asked for.”

“Guess I’ll think about it then. Maybe try a few out,” he smiled. He actually seemed a bit excited about the prospect of picking a cute nickname for you, which made you feel better; you were being silly.

“As long as we’re being honest,” you couldn’t help your slight grin, “Did you iron your clothes to see me today?”

Steven looked chagrined, “Yeah, just a bit- I’m not much good at it, unfortunately.”

You squeezed his hand, “You did fine. You look nice.” You glanced down at your tee-shirt and jeans, “Next time give me a heads up when we’re going on a date though. I can dress a little nicer.”

He looked pleased at the compliment, though he leaned in quickly to correct you, “You look lovely, like always, sweetheart.”

You laughed at the hesitant tone he used for the term of endearment, “That’s not awful. And you’re very sweet. Though I will admit, I might have brought a jacket if I’d known we would be out so late, but I am the one who asked you to dinner, so-”

Steven’s eyes went wide, like he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of that, “Oh, are you chilly, love? Oh, bugger, sorry. I meant-” he seemed to be grasping for something else to call you, his fingers tearing at his jacket until he had it off.

“Steven-”

He stood hastily, holding out his jacket to you, “Here you are, darling.”

You thought it best to comply, sliding your arms into the warm fabric that steeped you in the scent of Steven when he dropped it on your shoulders. It was a bit big on you, but in the exact way you’d want it to be. It was clearly not your jacket, but it was comfortable and warm and most importantly, it was Steven’s.

You turned to face him, tracing your finger over the hem of the sleeve, “I actually sort of like that one.”

His eyes drifted softly over the way his jacket clung to your frame; he’d never been so envious of a piece of clothing in his entire life, “Which one?”

You chuckled, biting your lip and Steven thought he might need to sit back down, “Darling. That sounds sort of nice.”

“Oh, right- of course, yeah,” he fumbled, gaze flicking to your hands, half masked by his sleeves.

You smiled, “Jacket look alright then?”

He nodded, “Looks good- really good. Better on you than on me.”

His breath caught as you took a step closer, your smile a bit coy, “Must look nice then, because I think you look very handsome when you wear it.”

Steven was saved the struggle of responding in a coherent sentence when Marie backed through the patio doors, two plates in hand. You both took your seats, though you were pleased to see that Steven looked a bit more flustered than you felt. After delivering your meals, Marie refilled your wine glass and discreetly disappeared.

Steven took a sip of his wine, his cheeks still rosy. When he stole a glance at you, you caught his eye, smiling playfully; you’d been teasing him again. He gestured to your glass, “What do you think?”

“Let me try again,” you raised the cup to your lips.

“It’s already cool, so you don’t need to blow on it, dear.”

You raised an eyebrow, lowering the cup, “Did you invite me to try it just so you could make fun of me?”

“I’d never do such a thing,” he protested, though he laughed as he said it.

You huffed and took a sip, avoiding meeting his eyes because you knew you would laugh. You set your glass down, finally meeting his eyes and sure enough, a laugh bubbled out of you. “Stop judging how I drink!”

“I’m not! I told you, I think it’s cute,” he grinned.

You picked up your fork, brandishing it at him threateningly, “I don’t want to hear any comments on how I eat my pasta.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

You wrinkled your nose, “I’m not sure I like that one.”

He laughed, “Good because I don’t think it’s for me.”

You took a bite and hummed your approval, “This is great.”

“I told you, didn’t I?”

You nodded, “I can see why you’re a regular. I might need to be one too.” You took another eager bite.

“Maybe I could call you next time I plan to come,” he offered, still a bit hesitant, like he was expecting rejection.

You grinned, “Well you certainly can. But I hope you call me before then too. I’m already looking forward to our third date.”

Steven’s brow furrowed just like you’d hoped it would, “Third date? What happened to the second date?”

“We’re on it right now, aren’t we? You invited me to lunch, then we did a tour, which according to you, is definitely not a date,” you smirked. So that date ended and after the tour, I invited you to dinner, which is a new date.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works, since we’ve been together the whole time. Plus, it’s the same day so can it be a different date?”

“Valid points, but I still had to ask you to dinner. Two asks, two dates.”

He laughed, “Alright, alright, you’re right. I stand corrected; this is our second date.”

“Smart man,” Marc approved.

You grinned, “You catch on quick.”

“Well if I’m going to get another date, it seems smarter not to quibble about second or thirds, yeah?”

You pushed your plate aside, resting your chin on your knuckles, “You’ve got another date already, Steven. Quibble away.”

He gave his head a cursory shake, “I’m good, actually.”

Your reply faded away as a breeze cut through the courtyard. Steven braced for it, but he still trembled just a bit. You felt a wave of guilt, “Oh, I’m sorry-”

You stood and began working your way out of his jacket, but Steven just as quickly leapt up to still your hands, “No, no, you keep it. You need it more than I do.”

“Steven, it’s your jacket.”

“Not anymore- I gave it to you, didn’t I? No take backs, you know.”

You glared at him, but that didn’t wipe the cheeky grin from his face. “Fine. Sit down then.” You pushed him back toward his seat and tugged your chair around the table so it was next to his. Sitting down beside him, you looped your arm through his, nestling in close.

Steven felt his face warm- the way it always seemed to do when you were around. But he melted into your touch, resting his head on top of yours where it laid on his shoulder. You ran your hand over his forearm, “Better?”

“Yeah- yeah, much better.”

You stayed there for a minute before speaking again, softly, “Steven?”

“Yes, love?” He didn’t seem to notice that he’d forgotten his new pet name and you didn’t call him on it.

“I know you didn’t want to rush, but since we’re technically on our second date-”

He lifted his head and your words fizzled, fear that you’d overstepped settling in. But when you stole a glance up at him, his gaze was dewy and soft.

His hand came up to cup your face as he dropped his mouth to yours. He was slow and cautious, seemingly oblivious to the way your lips didn't quite line up how they should.

Untangling one of your hands from where it was wrapped around his bicep, you cupped his chin, mumbling into his lips, "Can I show you?"

Face nearing a vibrant shade of magenta, Steven nodded, breaking his lips from yours and sinking his teeth into his plush lower lip, "Sorry."

You reached around to cup the back of his neck, "Don't be sorry. This means I get to show you what I like. Just follow me, alright?"

Pulling him closer, you took the lead, brushing your lips over his only a little bit, letting your noses graze each other while you toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. When your breath ghosted over his mouth, you could swear he whimpered a bit.

Finally capturing his lips with yours, you went slow, giving him time to follow. He picked up your rhythm quickly, his breathing rising to match as he returned the kiss with enthusiasm.

When you brushed your tongue over his top lip, he made a sound of surprise- albeit, pleasant surprise. But still, he broke away, still rather flushed and short of breath.

"Gotta catch my breath a minute.” He glanced at you, “How d’you do that?”

You laughed, “You’ll learn to breathe through your nose.”

“I can barely remember to breathe at all,” he muttered. “I swear, my brain just quit working.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You kept your arm looped through his.

“How was everything, you two?” Marie bustled back over and you froze; had she been waiting for a safe opportunity to approach the table? That was embarrassing.

Steven spoke up, friendly as ever, “Fantastic, as always.”

“Will you be having dessert?”

Steven glanced back at you, “What do you think, dearest?”

The pet name pulled a smile from you, despite your embarrassment, “We could do dessert.” Anything to stay with Steven for a bit longer. Plus, you couldn’t remember the last time you'd gotten dessert at a restaurant.

“We’ve got a fantastic chocolate cake as our vegan option tonight,” she offered.

Again, his gaze went to you, waiting for confirmation. “Sounds perfect.”

Her gaze flicked to the way you were still twined with Steven, “Will that be one or two then?”

You looked to Steven, fairly certain he hadn’t even looked away from you yet, “I think one is alright; we could share- what do you think?”

Steven felt his throat go a bit dry, but he nodded. Sure, he’d just kissed you, but sharing dessert was just as significant. His gaze lingered while you turned back to Marie, “One will be perfect.” He watched you smile pleasantly at Marie before she departed the table again, his gaze soft.

He cleared his throat, “So, you do like sweets then?”

“Yes, generally,” you chuckled. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

“Steven,” you urged, “What happened to being honest?”

You were teasing him, but he still stammered a bit, “Right- yeah- you’re right then.” He glanced at his shoes, “ I actually got some gifts- you know, date stuff- chocolates and flowers- for you, but I chickened out on bringing them.”

“You didn’t need to be nervous-”

“Well, I thought you might say no and then what would I do with them? Or if you said yes, then you’d have to tote them around all day, so it was really a silly idea, but-”

“It was a lovely idea,” you countered. You brushed your fingers over his bicep, “You are, without a doubt, the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

Flustered, Steven spoke before he could think better of it, “If you like, we could nip back to mine- I’d like to give them to you proper.”

“Steven Grant, did you just invite me back to your place on our first date?”

Before Steven could defend himself, Marie returned with a single slice of cake on a plate. You’d expected her to bring the check with her as well, but she only set down the plate, “Will there be anything else?”

“Just the check, I think,” you squeezed Steven’s arm, hoping it would let him know you were only teasing him.

Marie smiled, “It’s already taken care of; you’re all set once you’ve finished your dessert. You two have a good rest of your evening.”

You felt your brow crease, gaze snapping to Steven, who looked a bit sheepish, “Steven- you didn’t!”

“Well I couldn’t let you foot the bill for our dinner, could I?”

“Why couldn’t you? I asked you to dinner. Here,” you finally untwisted your arm from his to dig out your wallet, pressing a note into his hand.

Steven shook his head, “It’s already paid for, love.” Surprisingly, he didn’t rise to your energy level; his voice was soft and he gently put the money back in your hand, closing your fingers around it and resting his hand over your closed fist.

You wanted to argue, to make him take your money, but the pleading look in his eye told you he genuinely wanted to do this- not that he was putting on a show for your benefit. You sighed, but firmly met his gaze, “Next time, I’m paying. I mean it.”

He nodded, “Of course, sure- whatever you want.” He tipped his head at the slice of cake sitting enticingly on the plate in front of you, “Shall we then?”

You stifled another sigh; you’d only agreed to dessert because you’d thought you were footing the bill.

“Oh god, have I ruined your appetite then? I’m sorry for being so sneaky, I thought it was a bit romantic is all,” Steven fussed.

Taking pity on him, you admitted, “It is a bit.” You were quick to add, “But not every time.”

"Right." He nodded, clearly eager to get back into easier territory, "This one is special, after all."

You brushed your hand over his knee, “I wanna treat you like you deserve too, okay?”

He could only manage a thick swallow around the lump in his throat and a faint nod. You were too good to be true. He was almost afraid he'd imagined the whole thing up. And maybe before Marc, he might've been lonely enough to actually do that, but not now. No- he was fairly certain you were for real. And you seemed to like him as much as he did you, which was something he hadn’t really thought possible.

“Alright then,” you picked up your fork, “Together then?” Steven wasn’t about to tell you that he’d had the chocolate cake before, so he nodded, readying his own fork and following your lead as you speared a bit. “On three; one, two, three.”

But Steven didn’t go on three. His fork hovered in the air as your eyes fluttered shut, lips closing around your fork before curving into a partial smile, a slight hum breaking through. He wondered if you’d taste like chocolate if he kissed you again. Then he remembered he was supposed to be trying it with you, so he hastily shoved his fork in his mouth as you lifted your gaze to his.

You paused, like you were considering, “Pretty good. What do you think?”

“Good- great,” he nodded, hoping he didn’t look too suspect. He didn’t want you to think he was creepy.

You both made short work of the cake and you linked your arm with Steven’s on your way out of the restaurant, “So, back to yours then?”

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant fanfic #steven grant fic #steven grant fluff #moon knight fluff #phases of the moon series

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Better than I thought

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — can i request an imagine for warren rojas where reader is a famous pop/whatever gender-singer and u meet him at a party were u are asked to perform and he is just mesmerized by your beauty and ur talent. and so he tries to flirt w u afterwards, and that’s all i have but u can modify/finish it as u wish <3 thank u in advance !

✧.* summary — To celebrate your best friend's special day you and Daisy had taken the stage to sing along with her. And since the lights focused on you, the drummer's attention has had no other owner, he was enchanted.

✧.* warnings — Mention of drugs, Reader and Warren a little more intimate (but no smut, sorry guys).

✧.* word count — 2.6k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I'm crazy about this man, I didn't have time to correct this one so maybe some mistakes. Hope you like it babys 🫶🏾

Finally the day had arrived, Simone Jackson was releasing her album you couldn't be more proud of her. You were friends for a long time, you grew up together and you always knew her great potential, so together with Daisy you were the biggest supporter of her choice to move, she was happy, in love and fulfilling her big dream.

You were also involved in the music business, and you had already released some songs that exploded across the country, but you still had a few months to go before you went on tour, so you were trying to make the most of your free time while you had it.

And today at the disco where Simone and Bernie worked there was going to be a party to celebrate Simone's big day, a private event for friends where everything could flow without cameras, media, and squinty eyes.

Warren was excited, he had wanted to go to a party for days but the rush of shows didn't help and now that he finally was going out he was thrilled. The invitation made by Daisy's friend had come as a surprise to him, after all they weren't as close as she was, but he loved Simone's music and was happy to go and honor her.

The place was illuminated with colored lights, several pamphlets with Simone's photo and the contact to buy the album in it were delivered at the door of the event, you watched the place with pride in your chest, you search with your eyes for your friend, and you find her with her girlfriend not far from you.

"Simone baby, I'm so proud of you!" You say hugging her tightly, she hugs you tenderly. "Hey Bernie my love, how are you?" You break the hug with Jackson and go hug the other woman.

"I'm fine Y/N, it's good to see you." She says, wrapping one of her arms around Simone who smiles at the contact.

"I have no words, the place is wonderful." You say pointing around you.

"My girls!" You can hear Daisy's voice behind you, she approaches hugging you and kissing your cheek, you return the affection.

"Are my eyes deceiving me, Daisy Jones herself?" You joke, making her laugh by hugging you tight. "I missed you."

"Missed you too." Daisy says getting out of the embrace. "It's been so long, please tell me that I'll have the chance to hear you tonight."

"Oh no Daisy, today it's Simone's day." You speak with conviction, seeing Simone roll her eyes playfully. "Not to mention, there are a lot of people here."

"Well, you better get used to it because from what I hear your show is selling out." Simone says smiling at you, it was such a good time for y'all that if you went back in time and told the group that, you wouldn't believe it.

"We're on our best days!" Daisy says, looking happier than ever.

After a few minutes Simone went on stage, she was perfect, that place was for her, she deserved it more than anyone and you were overjoyed to see her happy. You and Daisy admired her near the stage, Bernie was in the corner of it starting to test the soundboard, soon the music started to play and your eardrums were invaded by the angelic voice of Simone Jackson.

She sings the first song with a twinkle in her eyes, and when she finishes it, you can see her eyes water with joy.

"I wanted to say that this moment is a victory." She speaks with a broken voice, wanting to cry. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for some people who believed in me, in my story, in my voice, in my music… First I want to thank Bernie, my love, my partner." She turns to her girlfriend, blowing her a kiss, Bernie pretends to catch it in the air, getting her hand close to her heart.

Simone turns towards you with a smile on her face.

"Y/N, I don't have the words to thank you." She kept her eyes on you tenderly. "It was always the three of us forever, at first you and me until Daisy came along and I'm sure if it wasn't for you I would fall apart, and that's why I invite you two to sing the next song with me."

Daisy breaks into a huge smile, walking up the stairs to the stage with her arms outstretched towards Simone, you felt a little embarrassed singing without having prepared for it, but for your friends you would do anything. So you took the stage.

The nervousness leaves your body when the melody starts to play, the three of you had already done this thousands of times, it was many afternoons training and singing together that your synchrony was something as natural as daylight.

However, for Warren Rojas you were the only star of that performance, it was as if the world was frozen and he only heard your voice, he was amazed with every detail in you. His eyes sparkled with the way you sang, he was admired by how your hair looked even prettier under the lighting in the room, how your smile made him feel like he was flying, He was confused about the way you attracted him, about how he felt this magnetism pulling him to you.

"I think that's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life…" Warren says to the bassist next to him, Eddie laughs.

"You think so?" Eddie says eating some of what he had on hand. "Not really my type, but she's gorgeous."

"Gorgeous?" Warren says almost in disbelief. "She's wonderful! I need to talk to her…"

The song was over and the applause took place, Warren and Eddie applauded along with everyone else, the drummer was talking to his best friend without taking his eyes off you for a moment.

"Alright, I have an idea!" Eddie says with a smile on his face, Warren looks at him suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" Warren asks, but his friend is already starting to walk away from him. "Hey Eddie!"

The drummer takes his hand to his face, fixing his mustache, struggling to see where his friend was going.

Eddie leaves among the people, looking for the redhead and leaving the drummer alone watching you from afar. Roundtree loved playing the cupid, so when he saw his best friend amazed by the mystery singer he needed to do something.

When he finally found Daisy you weren't with her, in fact she was talking to a group of people he had no idea who it was. He approached pulling the singer by the arm without her having time to understand what was happening.

"What happened Eddie?" She asks, smiling.

"That friend of yours..." He says, making her laugh.

"Y/N?" She asks, already knowing the answer. "I didn't think it would be you who would be interested in her."

"It's not me." The bassist says, turning to point at the drummer but not finding him amongst the crowd. "Warren is crazy about her, I swear to you Daisy if you don't introduce her to him, the poor guy will go crazy."

Daisy looked surprised, she starts laughing leaving Roundtree without understanding anything.

"Are you high?" He says, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

She probably was, but that wasn't what she was laughing about, she was laughing at the coincidence that was happening right now. When Daisy joined the six, the three friends celebrated in the apartment that Simone and Daisy shared.

"So this one right here is Graham." Daisy held the SevenEighNine album in her hands, showing the band members to her friends.

"Billy's brother?" Simone asks and Daisy nods. "Are you with us Y/N?"

Your eyes were fixed on the drummer, you just loved how his curly hair looked, honestly you loved every detail of him in that picture.

"What?" You say when you hear your name in the conversation.

"You're quiet, what happened?" Daisy says, leaning her head on your shoulder.

"Nothing, it's just... What's this guy's name?" You point at Warren and Simone starts laughing.

"She has a thing for the drummer!" Simone says, taking a sip of her wine.

"No, hey!" You say a little embarrassed, rolling your eyes. "I just think he is cute, that's all." You say shrugging.

"His name is Warren." Daisy answers you. "But don't worry, soon you'll call him boyfriend."

"Stop!" You say laughing along with them. "I'm keeping the album."

When Daisy stopped laughing at the situation she remembered, Eddie had his arms crossed waiting for her to answer him..

"No Ed, I'm not high." She answers. "But I don't think we're going to have to do much."

"Why's that?" The bassist asks.

"Sometimes just a little push is enough." She winks at Eddie, then they start to decide what they were going to do.

You were at the disco bar, casually watching everyone around you hoping to see someone interesting. Your eyes meet Warren's across the crowd, he seems to be trying to hide that he's been looking at you for a while, you smile at him and wave, he waves back with a wink.

He takes a deep breath and walks closer to you, trying to pass between the dancing people. When you notice him approaching, nervousness takes over your body, he looked even more beautiful in person.

The drummer wore just a vest, as usual, he wore dark blue jeans and a choker on, now as he approached you could see several rings on his fingers too. You take a deep breath, averting your gaze elsewhere trying to pretend his presence doesn't make you nervous.

"Hi…" He says with a smile on his face, when he was finally next to you.

"Hey." You say turning to him, smiling with the straw in your mouth. Warren looked at you in disbelief, you were even prettier up close. "Can I help you with something?"

"Ah- I'm Warren." He looked nervous, reaching out to you, you shook his hand still smiling. "I'm Daisy's friend…"

"Oh of course!" You pretend to recognize him only now. "The drummer, isn't it?"

"That's me!" He takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it gently. "It's a pleasure, miss…"

"L/N, Y/N L/N." You say your name to him, smiling at his simple act.

Warren sighs, with each word that comes out of your mouth a shiver rises in his stomach, he was sure he had never seen such a beautiful woman.

"Hey, are you there?" You say snapping your fingers in front of the drummer's face.

"Sorry, I got distracted by your beauty." He laughs, a little embarrassed, taking his hand to his curly hair, adjusting the curls.

"I don't blame you." You say moving closer to him. "I can't stop admiring you either."

Warren felt his legs go weak, he really wasn't expecting that. You looked at him with a small smile on your face and he felt that at any moment he could explode.

"You look handsome." You say close to his ear, the noise around made you believe he didn't hear you well at first.

Warren smiles at the compliment, you don't move away from him, your faces were still close which made the drummer nervous. His eyes don't leave your lips, he wanted so much to feel you close.

"You were amazing on stage, don't tell Daisy but I've never seen anyone as badass as you." He says making you laugh shaking your head.

"Thank you very much." You smile and he feels that every time he sees your smile he falls more. "Then you must know that you're my favorite drummer as well."

"Come on pretty girl, don't have to lie to me." He chuckles, licking his lips afterwards.

"I am not." You reassure him. "You are what makes 'kill you to try' so amazing, the drums in this song are perfect."

Holy shit, he was going to marry you.

"It's nice to know someone is listening." He speaks without taking his eyes off yours.

You stayed a few seconds facing each other, without saying anything, it seemed that the world had stopped while that tension grew between you. You approach him, putting your arms around his neck he automatically takes his to your waist gently.

"Get me out of here." You whisper, then kisses his jaw before looking back into his eyes, smiling innocently.

"Yes, mama" He responds, grabbing your hand and leading you to a secluded spot.

Eddie had his neck almost locked from straining to find his friend, no matter how hard he looked, there was no sign of the drummer.

"I can't find him anywhere!" Eddie says to the redhead next to him, frustrated.

"I can't find Y/N either" She says with a suspicious tone.

"I can't believe he disappeared now." Eddie was in disbelief, leaning against the wall.

"Guess we'll have to save it for later." Daisy says with a shrug.

…

Rojas pressed you against the wall, squeezing your waist while kissing your neck, you sighed with the contact while lightly pulling his curly strands. He stops kissing your neck and turns his attention to your lips, kissing you passionately as if he doesn't want to miss a moment with you.

The place was lit by few lights, but with effort you could see his pupils dilated, exuding the desire he felt. You felt shivers down your spine just watching him look at you like that.

"Is there something wrong?" He asks, cupping your face gently.

"Not at all." You reply, kissing him gently again. "You know, kissing you is so much better than I thought."

"Oh so you thought about it?" He spoke in a husky voice that made your legs shake with every word he said.

"Maybe…" You shrug. "Kiss me again so I can be sure"

He laughs with his tongue between his teeth, biting his lips before kissing yours. You felt like he was going to drive you crazy with every contact, his scent was the best you've ever smelled, his hands on your body made you feel chills and his kiss made you more and more addicted.

Warren felt like he was in paradise, being able to kiss you, feeling you was like satisfying an addiction, an urgent need. With your permission, he felt every corner of your body, wanting to decorate it like a map that would guide him to paradise. He knew this wasn't going to be a one night thing, he couldn't settle for the thought that the two of you were going to become a one time thing.

He needed more of you, he wanted to know you more, know your tastes, know what you liked, what bothered you. He wanted to understand your quirks, the reason for your smiles, he wanted to wake up listening to you sing next to him, fucking hell! He wanted you.

"Now there's something I need to know." He says between pecks on your lips.

"What?" You ask, smiling at him.

"I need to know If calling you mine will be better than I thought."

You felt a chill in your stomach, that man would be the death of you. You kiss him again.

"Well, you're going to have to take me out to discover Rojas."

Eddie Roundtree: I stood there waiting for him to show up for what felt like an hour, until I gave up and got busy with other things.

Daisy Jones: I told him we wouldn't have to do much *laughing* And when I saw Y/N appear with a goofy smile on her face I was sure of it.

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Between the Black and Gray 18

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Fen spent her time exploring the ship - she was aboard The Dreams of Hyacinth - talking with people and learning as much as she could.

At first, she was viewed with skepticism. Who is this person who speaks with an odd accent wandering around asking operational questions, but soon after the captain let everyone know that Fen was their guest and allowed to ask questions, most everyone opened up. She wasn't allowed to view the reactors, the weapons, or navigation, but she was allowed to check out just about everywhere else.

Fen was constantly surprised at how many humans there were. In hindsight it was silly, it was a Human Empire ship, but she had grown up on a Gren station among just as many K'laxi as humans as well as all the other different sapients that came and went, so it was odd for her surroundings to be so homogenous. She mentioned it to Kel, one of her new friends. Kel was the type of person who adopted people and would show her around and answer her questions. She was a biologist and the head of gardening. Kel was showing Fen the greenhouse. "I can see why you'd think it's odd Fen, but all Imperial ships are like this. Sometimes we get K'laxi exchange personnel, and sometimes one of us will spend a tour with them, but it would be odd for there to be more than humans on a human ship... wouldn't it?"

Fen was astonished. There was a whole gardening department! There was row after row after row of vegetables and fruits all growing under strong lights. The greenhouse smelled of soil and was warm and moist and utterly fascinating. She had never spent time around plants. These days, they reminded her of Ma-ren and their 'visits.' She was following Kel around and grilling her about what she was growing. "The cilantro is ready to harvest. We'll keep some back to let it bolt for coriander - that's the seed - but the rest we'll eat."

"Cilantro? What's that?"

"It's this one, see?" Kel gestured to a low, bushy plant, deep green. Fen leaned down and brushed against it and it released oils giving a burst of a spicy smell. "It's an herb, it's popular with lime-" she gestured to some small trees along a back wall "-and protein.

"Huh. I'd like to try it sometime."

Kel glanced down at her pad. "Today is Taco Tuesday! You can try it at lunch today."

"Taco?" Fen felt the odd word as she said it slowly.

"You'll love them, I promise" Kel smiled.

After the garden tour finished, Kel took Fen to the canteen and she tried her first taco. Watching Kel with skepticism, she picked up the folded, fried tortilla and turned her head and bit into it like she was shown. The flavors were unlike anything she had ever tasted. The onion, the lime, the highly spiced protein - she didn't think to ask what it was - and yes, the cilantro danced and pranced in her mouth as she chewed. It was an experience.

"Kel, this is amazing!" Fen tore into the taco with gusto and devoured both of them. Kel ate hers slightly slower, but still they were both done quickly. Kel went back up to get a few more.

"So Fen, what was it like, growing up on a Gren station?" Kel placed another taco down on Fen's plate.

"I mean, I didn't know anything else, so it was pretty normal for me?" Fen talked around her taco, then swallowed, and continued. "My parents were gone early, and I was taken in by the Gen'mil familial line."

"Familial line? That's K'laxi isn't it?"

Fen nodded. "That's right. They brought me up. I can speak K'inmar as well as Colonic, That's where I got these earrings." Fen turned her head and her piercings flashed. "My wife was K'laxi."

"And the tattoos?" Kel was wearing a shirt that covered them, but had clearly been watching Fen before. Fen raised an eyebrow.

"They're K'laxi yes, but I got them after I left, it's a memorial."

"I see. For your wife" Fen nodded quietly. "I'm sorry, my condolences."

"It's all right." Fen looked up at the buffet. "Any chance we can get more of those Tacos?"

Before Kel could get up to get more tacos, a shadow appeared behind Fen. "Who is your friend Kel? Is this that trash that was dumped from that old bot-jumper that we pinged?" She was a women a little shorter than Fen, wider, more voluptuous, with closely cropped blond hair. She was wearing a sneer as she looked upon Fen.

"Hello Ellen, this is Fen." Kel's voice was venomous.

Ellen scoffed. "Oh, my mistake. I didn't realize that the bots named their pets too." Ellen crossed her arms. "Fen, is it? What's with the cat earrings?"

Fen didn't say anything. Her eyes flicked up to Kel who tried to apologize with her eyes.

"Cat got your tongue?" Ellen's laugh was harsh and deep. She bent down and put her face even with Fen's. "Maybe you just don't understand human speech. Maybe this will help." She started meowing and hissing, like a housecat.

Fen reacted faster than Kel thought possible. Grabbing a fisfull of short hair, she grabbed the back of Ellen's head and slammed it against the table. The noise of Ellen's head striking the table caused all the conversation and noises of cutlery in the canteen to cease. Dazed, Ellen mumbled a swear, but before she could do anything else Fen rose out of her chair, grabbed her wrist, and spun her around in one motion, lifting her arm up to her skull. Ever time Ellen squirmed, Fen lifted the arm higher, until Ellen was standing on her toes.

"I speak Colonic just fine." She hissed. "I also speak Lemilar and K'inmar. I even know a little Innari. My parents died when I was young and I was taken in by a K'laxi familial group. My wife - who is dead, by the way, shot by gangsters - was K'laxi." Ellen tried to turn her head and Fen lifted the arm even higher. The blood ran out of Ellen's face and her eyes widened. "I was raised on a Gren station, do you know the Gren? I assume not. I understand that most of the Empire never ventures beyond their own corner of the galaxy." She lifted Ellen's arm up another millimeter. She whimpered. "The thing is, The Gren are taller than us, about equally muscled, and have thick hides that can nearly turn a knife. They have those reverse articulated legs though, you know them? I'm sure you have, you've probably at least seen a photo of one. Those legs means their hips are exceedingly complex and fragile. It's rather easy to dislocate a Gren's leg from their hips. Painful too. I've used it to my advantage more than once when one of them gave me shit about how I was raised, or who my partners were."

Fen took a moment to look around. She had the whole canteen's attention. Kel was looking at her with a combination of fear and admiration. Nobody seemed to be coming to Ellen's defense. In the back in the door was Captain Cooper who stood there with her arms crossed, watching impassively. Fen turned back to Ellen.

"The thing is, Ellen, humans shoulders are unique in the galaxy. They're complex things. We can throw better than just about anyone else we've seen, but that comes at a cost. Just like the Gren, we can dislocate easily." Fen lifted Ellen's arm up higher and Ellen let loose a whimpered scream.

Ellen tried to rise even taller. "Don't." She panted. "Please."

Fen leaned in even closer to Ellen's ear. "Don't what?" Her lips were almost touching Ellen's ear.

Ellen was on the tips of her toes, trying her hardest to not hang from her arm. "Don't... dislocate my... arm."

"Lieutenant Ellen Hannaford." Captain Cooper's voice was clear in the canteen. "What are you doing?"

"C-Captain, she... she's gonna" Ellen could only pant and gasp around the pain.

"I expected more... eloquence from my officers." Captain Cooper raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Whitehorse?"

Fen lowered Ellen a millimeter, but still held firm. "Ellen had decided to insult my heritage as well as the ship and AI who brought me here. I'm... sensitive to my heritage. Who I am is important to me, and someone who I've never met does not get to come up to me and start flinging slurs."

"Indeed." Captain Cooper's face was impassive. "Is anyone here willing to corroborate Ms. Whitehorse's story?"

Kel stood to attention. "Captain, I concur with our guest's description of events."

Captain Cooper eyed Kel, and turned to the rest of the canteen. "Does anyone wish to come to Lieutenant Hannaford's defense?"

No takers. Fen had a hunch that Ellen had pulled a stunt like this before.

"Well then." Captain Cooper turned back to Fen and Ellen. "Ms. Whitehorse, please continue your demonstration. Show the canteen how easy it is to dislocate a shoulder."

Fen looked Captain Cooper in the eyes. She saw no trick, no hint of anything other than her making a statement. She held the captain's gaze as she lifted Ellen's arm sharply.

Elen's eyes went even wider. "What? No! No nonononono" The pop was sickening. A millisecond before the screaming, Fen could hear the groan of sympathetic pain of the rest of the canteen. Fen released her and Ellen crumpled to the ground, moaning.

Captain Cooper turned to the crowd. "There are multiple lessons to be learned here. One, we always treat our guests with respect. We are to learn from them and they us. The things that Ms. Whitehorse has learned from us today will serve her well further into human space. Two, always evaluate your opponent before you instigate something. Don't start something you can't finish. And Three, Ms. Whitehorse is correct! Our shoulders are easy to dislocate in comparison to other sapients in the galaxy. We will conduct two weeks of remedial xenobiology for all crew. Cohorts will be drawn up and classes conducted - with exams at the end." The crowd groaned and sat back down to finish their lunch. Ellen laid on the floor, sniffling. Captain Cooper stood over her. "Lieutenant, pull yourself together. Get yourself to medical and get that dislocation treated." She turned on her heel and walked out of the canteen.

Fen sat back in her seat and took a sip of water, trying not to shake. That hadn't gone like she expected, the captain told her to dislocate the bully's arm. Kel's eyes shone. "That was amazing Fen! I had no idea you knew how to fight so well!"

"It's not exactly something that one tends to advertise Kel. In my line of work, it pays to be underestimated."

"Your line of work? What do you do?"

Fen stopped. Just what does she do? Telling Kel that she was a trader didn't seem that exciting, and Gord did say that she was good enough to sign on with a Mercenary group.

"I'm a mercenary." She lied.

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