#we had one row behind barricade this time

[ifuckinghatebriansella]

October 1, 2023- Franklin Music Hall

[call-me-maggie13]

My late 40s to early 50s boss just asked what’s wrong with 18-25 year olds these days

And as a 21 year old all I could think was

The world has been on fire since we were born and we’ve been told the adults are putting it out and now we’re old enough to realize they’ve been pouring kerosene on the flames instead of water.

Before my first birthday, 9/11 happened and the world wouldn’t let us forget it. When I was 6 years old, on September 11th, my teacher sat us down in front of a tv and showed us footage of 9/11 and then told us we weren’t allowed to cry. She said that it was real and those were real people jumping from the building because jumping was a faster death than burning.

When I was 7 years old, the economy collapsed and my family went from lower middle class to poverty, we went from healthy home cooked meals every night to mac and cheese and beans for weeks in a row. We started skipping holidays because mom and dad couldn’t keep the lights on and buy us new toys. We started wearing clothes and shoes until they fell apart.

When I was 11 years old, Sandy Hook was attacked by a grown man with a gun and 26 children and teachers were brutally murdered. My teachers never looked at us the same and I haven’t felt safe in a school since. After that, once a month we would have active shooter drills and we were taught to fight and cause as much damage as possible if an armed man entered our classroom because it gave other classes a few extra seconds to escape, it gave our siblings a few extra breaths of safety. We were taught to cover ourselves in other students blood and play dead if we weren’t hit, we were taught that we weren’t safe and we wouldn’t be safe as long as we were in school.

When I was 15 years old, my high school art teacher locked us in the classroom and told us if we heard gunshots we should line the desks up lengthwise so that they reached the other wall because that would be harder to break through than a barricade. She told us that she knew about the threats and she wouldn’t judge any of us that wanted to leave. She told us to get our siblings and stay in the buildings as long as possible, to duck in between the cars so we couldn’t be seen until we got to ours. She told us about the trail behind the auto shop that was lined with trees and led off campus. I got my brother and his friends and we left, we spent the day sitting on the floor in my living room waiting for a phone call that the people we left behind were dying.

Two weeks later, one of my friends dragged me out of a football game and forced me to go home with him. He grabbed my brothers and my best friend and forced the six of us into a two seater car before he would tell us anything. His mom worked for the school board and had told him the police found an active bomb under the bleachers in the student section, and they weren’t informing anyone because they didn’t want to incite panic.

When I was 16 years old, ISIS set off a bomb at a pop concert in Britain and killed 22 people, injuring at least 100 more. The next day at school, our teachers went over how to stay safe if we ever experienced something like that. They told us the most important thing to remember was to not remove any shrapnel because it could be keeping us from bleeding out, they said it was more important to get yourself out safely before you worried about anyone else.

When I was 18 years old, my teachers stopped teaching and put the news up on the projector and we watched as the Notre-Dame burned. The boy I had sat next to since second grade spent the entire day trying to call his sister who was studying abroad in Paris, I watched this kid I had never even seen frown fall apart in English because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was okay.

Six months later, my history teacher put the news on the projector again for another fire. This time, we watched as an entire continent burned for three months. We watched their sky turned orange from the smoke and their wildlife drowned in pools because they were trying to escape the heat.

When I was 19 years old, the whole world shut down because of a global pandemic. I didn’t meet a single new person for eight months, despite the fact that I had just moved across the country. I watched as people didn’t wear masks and spread it to everyone around them, I was so scared when I went back to my room every night because my roommate was immunocompromised and I was terrified I would give her Covid and kill her.

Just two months later, I watched a video of a black man being murdered by police officers. I watched the world around me explode after George Floyd’s death, people destroying businesses and police stations. I watched some of my friends realize police officers didn’t exist to keep them safe, they existed to keep the people in power in power. I learned that some of the people I had grown up with would rather watch a black man die than admit that maybe, maybe, the system was broken.

When I was 20 years old, I went to the mall with a friend to buy a birthday present and I was pulled to the ground by a twelve-year-old girl after gunshots went off in the mall. I held this child’s hands as she cried for two hours until we were evacuated by police, and then I waited with her outside and helped her look for her mom. I gave her my phone to call her mom and I watched as she called the number over and over and never got a reply. I waited with her until a police officer took her to the station to try to find out more information about the girl’s mom, I hugged this girl I had never seen before and I wished her the best. I never found out what happened to her or her mom, it keeps me up at night sometimes worrying that this little girl was orphaned.

When I was 21 years old, I started working at a daycare and exactly a week later, Uvalde happened and I found myself crying because my students are the same age those kids were. When they came in after school the next day, one of them had asked me if I had heard about Uvalde and I told her I had, I asked her if she was scared of going to school because of it. Her reply broke my heart. “We practice for it every week so that when it happens to us, we know what to do. I’m just worried that the shooter is going to start in my baby sister’s classroom and not mine.” I listened as other students with younger siblings agreed with her, one of them saying “I would take fifty bullets, if I had to to keep my little brother safe.”

Early this year, I watched Russia launched bombs into Ukraine, blowing up churches and schools and hospitals and apartment buildings. I watched as the estimated death count rose from the hundreds to the thousands to the tens of thousands. I watched men send their wives and children to bordering countries for refuge while they stayed behind to fight, knowing they would probably never see each other again.

Just four months ago, I watched as my right to medical privacy got taken away. I watched my old roommate fall apart because she was denied the right to have her dead fetus removed from her body for almost two days, I worried every time I looked away from her that the next time I saw her would be in a casket. I watched as the women around me realized the military-grade weapons that had torn children in classrooms apart were protected by the government but our bodies weren’t.

There is nothing “wrong” with my generation, we’ve experienced all these things as children and were expected to respond with patriotism for a country that continuously sacrificed their children for the “right” to military-grade weapons, that took away my freedom of choice. We are tired, we were told the world was a wonderful place then shown, at every step, how the world was a place of destruction and pain. And we are angry. We are angry because no one but us seems to be trying to fix anything. And we are scared. We are scared because our children, our nieces and nephews, our cousins and our friends children are growing up in a world that won’t protect them.

[mattslolita]

lunchbox friends - n. sturniolo ( 001. )

in which ... they meet at a melanie martinez concert and become best friends. ( platonic!nick & platonic!black!fem reader )

warnings ; cussings, mentions of vape, mostly fluff!

"𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

nervousness flooded your body as you walked up towards the venue to see your favorite singer — melanie martinez.

since 2017 when you first began listening to her, she's resonated with you deeply. her lyrics which spoke poetry about real life situations, and how her song titles were innocent but the song went deeper — the cry baby album would always be your favorite and hold a special place in your heart, but when melanie dropped portals you literally had it on repeat since that day. it's safe to say nymphology was your favorite song.

unfortunately, you didn't have many friends that listened to her on the level you did, so it resulted in you not having anyone to go with. your anxiety increased due to this, because you didn't particularly like going places alone.

your hands adjusted the bands on your wrist then you smoothed your earth green long skirt from your outfit in confidence — the line was finally starting to move as you could see the arena ahead of you, causing your nerves to cease slightly as you realized you'd be breathing the same air as your favorite singer in some minutes.

when you reached the front row just behind the barricade, you found yourself next to people already — your excited nerves flowed through your veins as you looked up at the stage in anticipation.

"oh my gosh, i love your outfit!" a male's voice says from beside you, prompting you to turn to the source.

he was brunette and taller than you, a nose ring that complimented his face nicely — the kind smile on his face caused you to smile at him.

"thank you!" you said to him, your eyes traveling down to his shoes and your smile widened, "i love your shoes so much."

"thank you," he says back to you, "i really liked this whole outfit, i devoured honestly."

"period, you did that!" you giggled at him, both of you sharing another laugh with one another.

"i'm nick, by the way," he tells you, holding his hand out for you to shake.

you look at him like he's crazy before pulling him in for a hug. "i'm y/n! it's nice to meet you."

"i'm kinda nervous, this is my first concert alone," nick tells you, and you nod knowingly, "my brothers aren't really into melanie so i didn't pressure them into coming with me."

"i'm an only child, i wished i could've had siblings to come here with me," you tell nick, and he grins.

"we should definitely hang out after this, then," nick suggests, and your eyes light up and snap your fingers at him in agreeance.

"yo brothers are finna be sick of us with the way i'm gonna blast melanie all the time," you giggle, causing nick to laugh along with you.

right off the bat, you know nick matched your energy really well — he was exactly what you looked for in a friend, and it was like a breath of fresh air when all that surrounded you in the past was toxicity.

suddenly the lights dimmed, causing both you and nick to share a grin as you clamp onto his wrist excitedly — a beautiful, earthy escape came on the screen and your eyes wandered around it as you marveled at the pretty mushrooms and butterflies that littered the scenery.

"bitch oh my gosh," nick gasps quietly, tugging on your arm to capture your attention, "she's here."

"oh my fucking word."

low and behold, melanie emerges from the stage causing everyone including both you and nick to go wild upon seeing her — alot of people shamed her for the prosthetics she wore, but you thought it was one of the most creative and bravest things she'd ever pulled off. it was definitely different, but that's why you loved her so much — she never limited her creativity, always going outside of the box. and she ate every time.

"MELANIE, I LOVE YOU!" you yelled, cupping your hands around your mouth as she lets out a giggle into the microphone.

"la, how are you guys tonight?" melanie announces, and the crowd immediately whoops and hollers for her.

"girl, cause what do you mean we're breathing the same air as her right now?" nick whispers to you, causing you to laugh as he holds his phone up towards her to capture the moment.

you follow suit, also discreetly taking a few pictures of both you and nick together ( mostly of you freaking out ), before the first song comes on, her dancers coming out as well — death.

an excited squeal comes from your mouth as you and nick are now both recording each other singing along to the song silently.

"when you aren't around," you narrate with your hands, recording you and nick, "i sink into the ground. i try to pretend i'm closer to you!"

"never understand it, you're always on my mind, i cannot help it," nick sings along with you, the both of you watching as melanie and her dancers perform in front of you.

as your favorite part draws closer, you find yourself beginning to dance, feeling this song so badly as you and nick continue singing with melanie.

"BACK FROM THE DEAD, BACK FROM THE DEAD!" you both sing, holding each other's hand as you sing, "I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD, BACK FROM THE DEAD!"

you're hyping each other up at this point and you're pretty sure there's other people giving you both crazy looks, but you could care less as you're both relishing in the amazing time you're having.

pretty soon your favorite song starts playing, and you squeal at nick in excitement as you grab his shoulder. "bitch, this is my song! i'm gonna teach you to shake ass to this one!"

"bitch i'm so excited, don't fucking play with me!" nick yells back to you.

"CALL ME YOUR NYMPH, PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR, PRAISE ME FOR SIN!" you both sing to each other, "CALL ME YOUR MUSE, A SPRITE OR AN ELF THAT YOU CRY TO AND USE!"

"i will not suffer, cry under covers," melanie sings into the microphone, swaying along and you feel yourself about to get crazy, "i'm not your mother, oh oh, oh oh-"

"IT'S NYMPHOLOGY, NOT PSYCHOLOGY!" you and nick scream, and you begin throwing it back slightly, causing nick to hype you up as he records you, "BE THE MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL BITCH YOU FUCKING OUTTA BE!"

"damaged audity, bought by sotheby's!" melanie sings, dancing on the stage causing you and nick to cling onto each other, "auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy!"

"you can't even spell that you're an expert in nymphology!" nick sings as he records melanie.

he remains blissfully unaware as you quickly open your small purse and duck your head to take a quick hit from your peach mango watermelon elfbar, blowing the smoke downwards so that nobody could notice you.

"girl let me hit that real quick," nick whispers to you and your eyes widen before you giggle and pass it to him, watching as he ducks down the same way you did to take a hit.

the rest of the concert was magical — you couldn't believe the energy that melanie produced and the amazing show that she performed, and the newest friendship that you made. even the smallest moments like when melanie giggled into the mic again whilst singing moon cycle, or the way nick gave you water when he noticed that you were running out of breath meant, that meant the most to you.

when the concert was over, you and nick were still attached at the hip as you both gushed nonstop about your favorite singer and her abilities to make this one of the best nights you've ever had.

when you both exited the venue, you two were so engaged in conversation that you almost didn't notice a group of three girls slowly approaching the both of you.

"hi, i don't mean to interrupt you guys," a brunette girl said shyly, messing with a bracelet on her wrist as she and her friends smiled at you both, "i love you guys' videos nick, and you're one of the most gorgeous girls ever."

"thank you!" both you and nick smiled at the same time, causing the girls to giggle.

"i was wondering if i could get a picture with you both?" she asked, looking between the both of you.

"are you okay with that, y/n?" nick asks you, and you beam at the girl with a nod.

"did you guys wanna be in it too?" you asked her friends sweetly, both of them nodding with shy smiles.

the brunette girl gets in the middle as you and nick gather around her, one friend next to nick whilst the other stands on the other side of you — you smile into the camera as the girl quickly snaps three photos, and your heart could melt at the way she gushed in admiration.

"thank you guys so much!" she said to the both of you, "have a great night!"

"you too, love!" nick tells her, and you wave to them kindly.

"videos?" you querie nick with a smile, "what kind of videos do you make?"

"me and my brothers have a youtube channel together, we do vlogs and car videos," nick explains, and you nod in intrigue. "this is actually one of the first nights where i get to relax and have fun like this, honestly."

"i love that for you, then," you tell nick, then you wriggle your eyebrows with a grin, "and i would love even more to meet these brothers of yours."

nick rolls his eyes at this playfully. "girl, they're gonna wanna steal you from me!"

"that's not finna happen, cause you were gang before they were!" you tell him.

"do you live in la by any chance?" nick asks you.

"i do!" you smile, pulling your phone out and going to contacts, "give me your number and shit so we can text each other!"

"we need to plan to hang out again, too!" nick adds, as he puts his number into your phone.

"lemme call an uber before it gets too late," you pout slightly, not yet wanting to stop talking to nick. "it was so amazing meeting you, nick!"

"girl, it was great meeting you too!" nick smiles.

you bring him in for yet another hug, then ask him various times if he had a ride home to make sure he was safe — after finally reassuring you, your uber had pulled up not long after and with one final hug to nick for the night, you hop inside, waving him goodbye.

when you got home, the first thing you did was turn on the heater since it was cold in your house.

you slipped your sandals off and put your purse on the foot of your bed, going into your bathroom to wash off your makeup. a text from nick caused you to grin as you got your makeup wipes and began with the blush on your face.

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

girl tell me why i accidentally sent one of the videos to my brother and he IMMEDIATELY asked for your instagram👀

twinn🤞💜

nick😭😭😭😭

is he cute tho ?🤣

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

🙄 y'all haven't even met yet and it's already starting

i'm disappointed.

twinn🤞💜

BYEEE

no but don't give him my gram yet, i wanna meet in person😝

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

do you wanna come over sometime next weekend ?

we can go out to eat somewhere then come back and hang out!

twinn🤞💜

absolutelyyyy !

i'm so down & i'll text you to let you know !

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

goodnight girl❤

twinn🤞💜

goodnight stinkaa😘

twinflame❤‍🔥💋 liked this message!

you exited out of your messages with a content smile, finding yourself extremely excited for the next time you both would hang out. you could tell this friendship would be a good one, and you were hoping it was better than the type of friends you had in the past.

( lilly's section 💌 )

cause this been in my drafts for TOO long, & i love my fav so yk i had to make a best friends series for him😝 for my twinnie @thenickgirl happy early birthday to us🤭.

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[dirtybitfic]

Concert love

Chris and matt sturniolo x y/n fan-fiction

(contains- flirting in front of a whole crowd, concert, drinking, dirty talk, smutt, threesome, slapping, chocking, use of the names- ma, slut,whore,daddy and I think that's it)

y/n pov-

me and my best friend ybf/n decided to get tickets for the lil skies concert a while ago since the tickets were surprisingly cheap and we've both liked his music since we were in high school

me and ybf/n were getting ready playing music through my speaker and talking and laughing.

we both finished doing our makeup

(your look)

(ybf/n look)

damn y/n your makeup looks so good

thanks you too bitch damn

okay lets get dressed and then ill order the uber

We both go to your separate rooms in the apartment to change. Neither of us know what the other one picked for their outfit but I know hers is gonna be so good and im very confident about my choice.

(your outfits but instead 0f heels your wearing orange nike dunks)

(your best friends outfit)

Y/N YOU READY?

YEP IM READY

OKAY ILL CALL THE UBER NOW

OKAY

I walked out of my room guessing she's already in the living room by the way she was yelling

DAMN BITCH YOU LOOK HOT ASF

YOU TOO GOD DAMN IM NO BETTER THAN A MAN

SHUT THE FUCK UP

we both laugh as we sit and wait for our uber to get closer before we make our way to the lobby.

we were both looking through our fyp page as I realized it had been a good minute since we ordered the uber

hey is the uber close

oh shit yeah two minutes away

fuck okay lets head down

we grab our phones and keys and head to the elevator and take it down to the lobby.

we walked out of the door looking for a black Honda

is that it over there I said pointing to a black Honda a little further down the street

uuuh yeah I think so she says starting to walk over to it as I follow behind her

as we approach the driver rolls the window down

hey is this the uber for ybf/n

hey yes hop on in

we get in the back as we start heading to the venue it was about a 15 minute drive we decided to go pretty early so we could be closer to the front

so you girls going to the skies concert tonight

yep were so excited

damn I really wanted to go but by the time me and my friends went to get tickets they were sold out

yeah tickets were cheap so they went pretty fast and the venue is smaller so you know

yeah makes sense . I know this might be weird but can I give you my phone number and maybe you can send me some videos of the concert

oh my god of course id be more than happy to do that

thank you so much he says as he gives me his phone number and I save it for later and send him a quick text so he has it and knows im the girl from the uber for the skies concert

alright well im gonna drop you here have fun tonight guys

thank you so much for driving us and ill make sure to remember to send you videos

thank you bye

bye have a good night I shut the door as we walked to the entrance door

there were only a couple people already here waiting so we stood behind them and waited for about 40 minutes until more people showed up and doors started to open .

we got in around 7:45 and got close as fuck to the front we were a row behind the barricade . The show is supposed to start at 8:30 So we have a while to wait . I decided to go to the bar to grab a drink so ybf/n stayed back to keep our spot.

I got up to the bar and ordered two vodka watermelon red bulls and payed as she handed them to me and I went back to ybf/n. It was hard to get back through the crowd without spilling them but somehow I did.

hey here you go

thanks ill pay you back later

oh no your good my treat I say smiling at her

okay but next ones are on me

works for me

soon the opening dj comes out and starts playing some good as songs

As hot in here was playing me and ybf/n were dancing with each other as the dj started yelling out

HEY GIRL IN BLACK JEANS AND BLACK TOP WITH THE SPARKLES OVER IT YOU GOT AN ADMIRER FROM THE BALCONY

I look up at him making eye contact with a confused smile pointing to me kinda shocked

YES YOU GIRL he says laughing a little I smile and look up at the balcony scanning it for this so called admirer when I meet eyes with a guy.

NOT JUST ANY GUY .... CHRIS MOTHER FUCKING STURNIOLO

OH MY GOD Y/N ... IS THAT.CHRIS

YES BITCH OH MY GOD

he smirks at me and waves

I smile and wave back and hold eye contact as I see him raise something to his mouth and speak into it

I look at him confused for a second before the dj speaks again

HE WANTS TO KNOW YOUR NAME

I look at him smiling then bring out my phone to type it onto snap and blow it up so he could read it

I hold it up smiling as he reads it then brings his phone out to type something

he holds it out for me to read

" such a pretty name for such a pretty girl it reads'

I smile widely at him before typing "thank you" and hold it up for him to read

he reads it smiling the typing something else

" no problem gorgeous " it reads I laugh a little and smile at him as we hold eye contact

he look back to his phone typing something else

" stay after ill tell them I asked you too"

I got nervous but still smiled as we kept eye contact I was trying so hard to not flip my shit at this point .

I give him a thumbs up smiling and he winks at me then looks back at the stage as a new song starts playing

I love this song so I start rapping along as I look back up at him to see him already looking at me as he rapping along to the song to he starts moving his hands and rapping more to the song as we keep eyes contact then stops and points at me so I took it as a sign to rap the next part and I do as he bops his head smiling at me in awe that I know the song by heart .

he types something on his phone

"you like nardo wick"

I shake my head and type out

'LOVE NARDO WICK"

he smiles and types again

" I like you even more now"

I smile and laugh

" im glad' I type and show him

he just smirks at me and god his smirk has me dying he's so beautiful its actually scary to be honest.

we break eye contact as the song ends and the dj announces skies is coming on in a minute.

BITCH ARE YOU KIDDING ME HOW ARE YOU SO CALM RIGHT NOW

BITCH IM NOT IM FUCKING FREAKING OUT IM JUST TRYING NOT TO SHOW IT

I CANT EVEN AND HE ASKED YOU TO STAY AFTER WTF IS THAT ABOUT

I DONT KNOW BUT I GUESS ILL FIND OUT

I look back up at him admiring his perfect side profile as I smile and look back at the stage as rage starts playing.

skies just finished his last song

thank you guys so much for coming I love you all so much and y/n wherever you are cant wait to meet you after the show he waves and runs off the stage

everyone starts leaving but I stay back

ybf/n gave me a hug and told me to update her later

she slaps my ass you got this bitch don't be nervous

I know ill try not to I love you see you at home

love you too she says as she walks away to the door

as the last people are filtering out I decided to look at my phone to try and calm my nerves. And sent all the videos I got to the Uber driver from earlier.

I get taped on the shoulder I jump from the sudden contact and turn around with my hand on my heart

im so sorry I didn't mean to scare you I was just coming to get you Chris sent me matt says

oh no your good just caught me off guard

follow me were gonna chill in the green room for a bit as they take all the stuff down and pack up

alright lead the way I say kinda nervous and I guess he can tell.

hey no need to be nervous were all chill I promise

thank you matt that actually calmed me down a bit

wait you know my name

oh yeah ive seen couple videos of you guys and a shit tone of edits on my fyp

damn well I hope you liked our videos

oh yeah they were great you guys are very funny

thanks he says as he looks down at me with a sweet smile

no problem I say smiling back

alright were just through this door

fuck fuck fuck oh god is all I can think as he opens the door and walks in as I hesitantly follow behind him

HEYYY Y/N HOW ARE YOU Chris yells coming up to hug me

im a bit caught of guard but hug him back as he rocks me side to side a little causing me to laugh

im g-good Chris how are you I say he's squeezing me a bit tight causing my airflow to sputter.

im good! im glad you stayed after gorgeous

m-me too but y-your squeezing the life out of me I say sounding out of breathe and squeaky

oh shit im sorry he says laughing as he lets go

I take a deep much needed breath as I smile up at him

so uhh why'd you ask me to stay back I say nicely but sounding a bit confused

oh well we thought you were really beautiful to be honest and we wanted to get the chance to talk to you maybe even hang out for the night he says with a smile but sounding a bit nervous

oh well id love that

really ?

yeah of course I say smiling giggling a little bit

heyyy Chris matt you guys in the green room? I hear skies say

yep were in here matt answers

he walks in smiling at matt dapping him up

then walking over to Chris beside me dapping him up then looking at me smiling

you must be y/n its so nice to meet you he says bringing me in for a nice warm hug

its so nice to meet you too ! I loved your show you have great stage presence

thank you I appreciate it ! he says letting go and smiling at me.

I can see why Chris noticed you in the crowd you are beautiful

aww thank you so much I say as my face heats up from the compliment

alright guys I think were gonna hit the road we got another show to get too tomorrow but thank you for coming and supporting me and hit me up later chris

yeah of course man the show was great ill text you later this week when we get back to la Chris says dapping skies up one last time before he says bye to matt.

alright well we should call an uber and head out of here matt says

hey y/n know any fun places we could go to Chris says looking down at me

well I mean it is like 12am so most of the only fun places to go that are open are clubs but I know y'all don't drink right

nope we don't

well we could always go back to my apartment and grab my car and get some food and then go back to my place and watch a movie unless y'all aren't comfortable with that I completely understand

no y/n we trust you you ive got nothing but good vibes from you also what's your address for the uber

oh thank you that’s really sweet I say as I give him my address

of course also the uber is a couple minute away so we should probably head out

alright lets go Chris says as he wraps an arm around my shoulder guiding me to walk with him I smile up at him and he looks at me giving me a warm smile.

we walk out the back door and see what im guessing is an uber black parked at the back .

hey are you lane

yep über for matt?

yep that's me matt says as he opens the door to the back and hops

Chris guides me to the door Do you mind being in the middle your the smallest

I laugh no not at all

okay then lady first he says gesturing his hand for me to hop in and I do as I scoot to the middle and he hops in behind me shutting the door.

so y/n have you lived here you whole life

oh yeah pretty much I mean I moved here from Chicago when I was 4 but I don't really remember life back in there so ive only really ever known life as growing up here

oh nice its a great city I like it here

yeah its pretty cool here

oh yeah I mean its okay ive lived here all my life so it tends to get boring you know what I mean

yeah I get that that's one reason we love living in la now gives us a new place to grow in but don't get me wrong I love Boston with my whole heart and going back to visit our family is great but its nice to be somewhere new for a change

I completely get that . My parents actually moved to San Francisco a couple years after I moved out they love it there and I love getting to visit them its one of my favorite cities

oh yeah I love san Francisco its a beautiful city

right I love it there im just sad I don't get to go visit my parents often

oh why don't you visit them much

well for one my job is very busy and air fair is not cheap so sadly I have to save up for each trip months in advance

oh yeah real airfare is so expensive its kinda crazy

yeah well your lucky with the job you guys have

yeah we are pretty blessed to have a good income coming in but we still like to be wise with our spending

that's good though most people our age would be buying whatever they wanted if they had you guys income

very true but our parents taught us how to spend our money wisely from a young age so thank god for them or wed be half way broke by now

yeah I relate to that my dad was always very good with money growing up even though we have a lot of money he only spends it on things that are worth it instead of waisting money on random shit that well Never use

he sounds like a smart man

yeah he's great I love my dad ive always been a daddy girl

Chris’s eyes slightly darken and he shifts around after hearing me say daddy I didn’t know why but I just looked down at his big hands that were resting on his lap god what I wouldn’t do to have those wrapped around my-

My thought is cut off by the Uber driver announcing we are at our destination

We get out and thank her then head to my car .

Chris gets into the front as Matt gets into the back and I start up my car.

Okay so the only things open right now are like fast food and this one pizza place so what sounds good to you guys.

Honestly I could fuck with pizza rn

Same pizza sounds good as fuck

I completely agree i start backing out and head to the pizza place .

Here’s my phone you guys can queue up whatever you want

They queued up a couple good songs that I knew as we sat in silence giving out to the music until we got to the pizza place.

I parked and turned off the car as we all got out and headed into the place.

Wow it’s really cool in here

I know right this is my favorite place to go after a night out

I can see why it’s so dark but cool with all the colored lights they have

Yeah they turn on their led bulbs when it gets dark it’s such a vibe

Hey how are you guys is it just the three of you the hostes says

Yep just the three of us

Cool follow me she says as she grabs the menus and leads us to a booth

Matt and Chris sit opposite of me as we start looking at the menus

Hey I’m Jake I’ll be your server today what can I get you guys to drink

Um I’ll get a Pepsi please

Cool and for you

Can I get a root beer

Yep sure thing and for you y/n

I’ll get a dr.pepper thanks Jake

Of course I’ll be right back with those

Thank you I say as he walks away

You know him Chris asks

Oh yeah he’s one of my best friend boyfriends

Oh cool

Yeah I say smiling at him

So uhh I gotta warn you their pizzas are big so we could probably all just share a large if that sounds good with you guys

Yeah that’s fine do you like pepperoni

Yeah love it

Cool you good with that Chris

Yeah sounds good to me

Here you guys go Jake says as he sets each of our drinks down then takes our order

As we were talking about random shit I got a phone call

I looked to see it was ybf/n

Hey guys sorry do you mind if I answer this it’s my roommate the one who was with me at the concert

No not at all go ahead

I answer the call

Hey what’s up

Hey I’m just letting you know I’m staying the night at Blake’s house so I won’t be home tonight

Oh alright we’ll I guess see you sometime tomorrow then

Yeah also I can’t wait to hear all the juicy details about you hanging out with your celeb cruuuuwh

Okayyyyy shut the fuck uuuuup I can’t feel my face getting hot from the blush creeping onto then

Okay bye I love you

Love you to and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Cool so that means I can do whatever cause your a slut

I am not a slut shut up good fucking night

Good niiiight

I hung up as I looked up at Matt and Chris just looking at me I got nervous

W-what I say laughing awkwardly

Nothing you guys seem really close

Oh yeah no we are! been best friends since 2nd grade that’s just how we talk to each other

Oh no we get but uhhh why did she call you a slut

Oh uh haha well I said don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and she said so that means I can do whatever cause your a slut

Oh damn what a sweet thing for her to say

I know right she’s so nice to me I say jokingly

So I’m guessing she not at home

Nope she’s spending the night at a guys house I also fucking despise the guy but you know that’s just me

Why do you not like him

He’s a dick and he treats girls like shit he also tried to roofie me at the club once but I didn’t tell her so she doesn’t know that but . I get cut off by Chris

But nothing y/n that’s not okay she shouldn’t be with a guy who did that to her best-friend

I- yeah I know I just don’t like conflict I didn’t wanna make it a big deal I say feeling like a kid being scolded by her dad

I’m sorry for raising my voice but that just makes me angry

I’m sorry I shouldn’t have brought it up I say feeling anxious now by the way him and Matt are looking at me

No it’s okay we get it it’s just you know something you might think about telling her you know if he’s ever around you again what else would he try you know what I’m saying

Y-yeah your right I’ll tell her tomorrow

Good girl Chris says making my face turn red as fuck and I look down trying to hide it but he notices

Here’s you guys pizza hope you enjoy

Thank you Jake

No problem

We each grab a couple slices and eat in silence I can feel slight tension in the air but I try to ignore it and just eat my pizza.

Do you guys like horror, movies?

Uhm not my favorite but I guess they’re okay

Yeah I mean they aren’t my first pick but I’ll watch em

Okay cool I’m kinda of in a horror movie mood tonight

Sounds good to me

Yeah me too

Hey you guys ready for the check

Yeah I think so

Okay cool together or separate

Separ-

Together . I got cut off by Matt

Okay cool I’ll be back in a second with that

What- Matt you guy don’t have to pay for me

No no it’s our treat

I mean you are driving us around and letting us come back to your apartment so it’s the least we could do

Well thank you really that’s very nice of you guys

No problem

I smile at both of them as Jake comes back with the check and Chris pays then we head back out to the car.

Do you guys mind if I play some softer music on the way home I have astigmatism so driving at night with loud music makes me really anxious

No absolutely we don’t mind at all I completely understand that. I get driving anxiety too so I get the struggle

I smile at him as we get into the car and I queue up some songs before we pull out and head to my apartment.

You have really good music taste y/n

Thank you I’m a big music lover so my music range is weird as Fuck

What do you mean

If I put my liked playlist of shuffle I can go from rap to classical to edm then to rock all in the span of 10 minutes

Ah so you listen to a lot of genera’s

Yeah I say smiling at Chris

So what’s your favorite genera as of right now

Honestly I think alternative rock

Oh cool we don’t listen to rock much but it’s cool

Yeah deaftones is my favorite band as of right now I would play a song from them but you know

To loud

Yep

Okay one for us when we get back to your place

Okay I will

After about 5 more minutes we parked outside of my building and i but in my favorite deaftones song for them

Oh wow this is actually pretty good

Yeah so far I like it

We sit as they keep listening I watch for their honest reactions seeing if they are just being nice

I can tell Matt likes it for sure but Chris not as much

Damn the lyrics are kinda

dirty yeah

Yeah but I like it

Well I’m glad

Yeah no this shit is good I need to start listening to them

I’ll share my playlist of my favorite songs from them to you

Cool that would be great thank you

Yeah no problem

The song ends and we get out of the car and head into the building and take the elevator up to my floor

I open the door of my apartment for them and let them go in and I shut and lock the door

Woah your apartment is so cool

Oh thank you

Did you set it all up

Yeah I designed all of it but my roommates room

That’s so cool your good at designing

Oh thank you I took some classes in high-school for it so that helped me out a bit

Oh that’s so cool

Yeah it was pretty fun

I love the art wall

Oh thanks yeah that’s one of my favorite parts

It adds a very homey vibe

That’s exactly what I was going for

Well you nailed it

Thanks I said smiling up at him

Okay I’m gonna pop some popcorn but do you guys wanna watch the movie in here or my room it’s up to you

Honestly room sounds more cozy

Yeah I agree

Okay well if you wanna head to my room it’s the second door on the right

Cool they both say as they head to my room

I finished popping the popcorn and putting it in the bowl then grabbed three cherry Pepsis from the fridge and made my way to my room

Your bedroom is so cozy Chris says as I enter with the drinks and snacks

Oh yeah I love it in here

I like how dark it is

Me too I was kinda shocked how big it was when we moved in though

Yeah for an apartment this is huge

Yeah but I’m not complaining

I handed them their drinks and the popcorn and I set my drink on the bedside table

I’m gonna change into something more comfy real quick then we can pic a movie

Sounds good

I went to my closet and picked out one of my least revealing pj sets and changed then went to the bathroom to take my makeup off

Then went back in and shimmied my way in between the two since they were taking up each side of the bed

Wow you look gorgeous without makeup

Yeah you have really cute freckles

O-oh thank you guys I say feeling a little flustered from their compliments

As I scrolled through for a while we settled on watching insidious since I said it was one of the least scary movies I’ve watched

As we were watching a jump scare popped up and Matt jumps launching popcorn all over the bed making me burst out laughing and Chris joined me

Shit sorry that got me good

You don’t say I say as I pull popcorn out of my hair

I started to get a little cold so I got under the covers .

Chris joined me as our legs slightly touched making my breathe hitch

We continued watching as I felt a hand on my thigh and I felt another come behind my head

Chris’s was on my thigh and Matt’s was the one behind my head

I got a little nervous but tried my best not to show it. Chris started to rub small circles with his thumb making me sigh out in both calmness but also a little bit of horny mixed in.

Matt’s hand started slowly caressing my head and playing with my hair.

I started to become relaxed since playing with my hair always sends me to sleep .

My head starts to fall back into Matt’s hand as he rubs my head i let out a soft moan on accident .

Sorry that just feels so good I say looking over at Matt with hooded eyes who’s still rubbing my head softly

Oh I can stop if it’s making you tired

No no please keep going please

Alright he keeps playing with my hair

Chris hand starts to squeeze my inner thigh causing a pool of wetness to form in between my legs

Mmm I softly moan both of them being so sweet making me feel calm yet so fucking horny . Having both of their hands on me is sending me into such dirty thoughts

Making you feel good huh Chris says softly

Mhm feels so calming

Feeling anything else other than calm

W-what do you mean

Is calm all your feeling right now or is their another feeling creeping in

N-no just calm

You sure about that cause … he moves his hand closer to my pussy . I’m pretty sure I can feel a little heartbeat down here

Mmm I moan as he grazes his hand over my clothed pussy

Aww are we making you horny princess

Matt whispers in my ear before tugging a little on my hair angling my head so I look him in the eyes

N-no I… he yanks harder on my hair

We don’t like liars y/n

Chris’s fingers slide under my shorts now rubbing slow circles on my clit through my underwear

Mmm fuck

You wanna try and answer that again . This time truthfully

O-okay yes your m-making me horny okay

Good girl see that wasn’t so hard to admit was it

N-no

God your so wet already

Mmm I moan out as I his fingers now move under my underwear to rub my bare pussy

He starts rubbing my clit eliciting moans to slip past my lips

Matt’s other hand moves under my top to grope my bare tits

O-oh f-Fuck

Yeah you like having both of us touching you

Y-yes

Such a little slut for us aren’t you

Chris slides two fingers into me

Mmm Fuck c-Chris

Answer my question he says deeply causing me to look at him as my brows furrow In pleasure

Fuck y-yes I’m a slut for you

Atta girl he says before pulling my top up and sucking on my nipple

Fuck oh god I moan out as he sucks hickeys all over my tits and Chris fingers speed up .

Can I take these off ma he asked pulling on my shorts and underwear

Mhm I moan shaking my head yes at him

He yanks them off causing me to gasp

As he gets them all the way off he starts kissing up my thigh as Matt moves to start sucking all over my neck .

Chris starts biting and sucking hickeys on my inner thighs as his fingers keep a steady pace pumping into my pussy .

F-Fuck oh my-god

Are we making you feel good

Yes Fuck yes I moan out

All the sudden Chris’s mouth contexts to my clit sucking and licking .

OH MY GOD CHRIS

Matt’s hand comes around my neck slightly choking me as he comes down to connect our lips

It’s a hungry wet kiss that makes me even wetter .

God I’ve always dreamed of a threesome but this is better than I could have ever imagined

I start feeling my orgasm building . I moan and whimper into the kiss .

I pull away from the kiss and I’m panting and pulling at Chris hair as he sucks harder on my clit and his fingers move even faster as he feels me clench around them.

HO-HOLY FUCK IM GONNA C-CUM

he detached his mouth from my clit

Beg for it tell daddy how much you want it

Pl-PLEASE DADDY please CAN I COME I WANT IT SO BAD PLEASE PLEASE

Yeah you can come be a good girl and cum all over my face and fingers

Matt grips my throat as he makes me look at him

Look at me when you cum I wanna watch you fall apart in our hands

OH MY F-Fuck I’m c-cumming

That’s a good girl cumming for daddy

Jesus CHRIST I moan out as I slowly come down from my high

Did so good for us ma

Chris pulls out his fingers and puts them In his mouth sucking my juices off I watch in aww .

On all 4s now he says deeply. I do as I’m told once I’m in the position Matt pulls my top off so now I’m fully naked .

They both take of their shirts and throw them somewhere in the room .

I hear Chris take of his belt and drop his pants and boxers as he lines his dick to my entrance .

I whine wanting to feel him already.

I’m not giving it to you until you wrap that pretty little mouth around matt

I move as fast as possible unbuckling Matt’s belt and taking his jeans and boxers down so his dick pops out .

So eager aren’t you

Mhm I say looking up at matt smiling then looking down at his dick and JESUS CHRIST HES HUGE.

I take him in my hand he’s so thick my hand won’t even wrap around it fully .

I pump a couple times before taking his tip into my mouth . I start sucking as my hand moves around what isn’t in my mouth.

Chris slams into me causing me to scream around Matt . CHRIS IS HUGE TOO.

I can feel him stretching me out so much as he slams into me .

matt garbs a fist full of my hair and start thrusting onto my mouth .

fuck such a good girl taking us so well

I cant help but moan around him and pulse on Chris from his praise

I start gagging from how deep he is in my throat as spit drips down my chin onto the bed below

fuck your so fucking wet

I moan around matt and he thrusts harder into my throat definitely bruising it but I don't care I feel so good right now.

chris is hitting my gspot repeatedly causing me to shake and scream around matts dick .

fuck keep fucking gagging and struggling

I feel tears start to stream down my face from the pleasure

I start to feel my orgasm building as I moan around matt as he abuses my throat.

you gonna cum on my dick like a good little slut

I shake my ahead yes the best I can

matt pulls my head to look up at him as he abuses my throat harder causing me to cry harder

such a mess for us aren't you ? such a good little whore

my brows furrow as my orgasm rolls through me as I shake around Chris as I cum.

fuckkk so good cumming for me

he fucks me through my orgasm and keeps pounding into me as I come down from my high as my legs start shaking .

he pushes on my back making me arch further giving him a new angle that sends me into oblivion.

I scream around matt and he fucks my throat roughly

I start to feel pressure build in my stomach again making my legs shake and more tears to fall down my face .

all the sudden it snaps and I scream around matt as I feel my thighs get soaked.

god so fucking hot squirting all over me like the slut you are

fuck ive never squirted so much in my life .

he continues fucking into me harshly becoming more sloppy

fuck im gonna cum and your gonna fucking swallow all of it

I hate swallowing it tastes like shit and the texture makes me wanna throw up.

he thrusts a couple times before filling my mouth with his cum.

he pulls out them puts a hand over my mouth

swallow it slut

I shake my head no

he slaps me hard across the face causing me to swallow from the impact .

should have just listened instead of acting like a brat

I whined feeling my face sting

Chris pushes my back down further so im fully arching for him and hold my head up by my hair as matt wraps his hand around my throat.

mmm fuck YOUR SO DEEP

Yeah fuck im gonna cum you gonna let me fill you up

y-yes fuck please cum in me

such a good little cum slut he says before cumming deep inside me

mmm fuck I moan as I look up at matt as he smirks down at me .

Chris pulls out as I flop to down onto my stomach as my legs continue to shake.

oh we aren't done with you yet . flip over on your back for me matt says as he and Chris switch spots .

I watch as matt settles in-between my thighs and lines his tip to my entrance

spread your legs wider for me ma

I do as he says giving him more access as he starts sliding into me slowly.

I whine from how much more he's stretching me out he's even thicker than Chris and the fact my pussy is already sore and sensitive from Chris pounding me isn't helping the pain at all

oh my fuck your so big

yeah you feel how deep I am he says placing his hand on my lower stomach and pressing to feel himself inside me

mmhm fuck I moan out as he starts thrusting into me slow but rough

my head falls back as pleasure start to build inside me

I look up at Chris who's smirking down at me

god you make the prettiest faces

mmm fuck faster matt i moan out as I look back into Chris’s eyes

I didn't hear a please

p-please go faster please I sound so pathetic begging but I don't care

god you sound so pretty when you beg he says before pounding into me

OH MY G-GOD I scream as he is hitting my g spot at the perfect angle

I look up at Chris as he taps his tip on my lips

open

I do as im told and he slides into my mouth before holding my jaw with both hands and starts face fucking me .

the angle my head is hanging off the bed making it easy for him to slide into my throat causing me to gag around his as tears fall from my eyes.

sound so pretty gagging around my dick he says before he slides one hand down to my nipples pinching and pulling at them causing me to moan around him over and over.

he starts thrusting harder abusing my throat as he slaps my tit making me moan loudly around him.

he gets deeper in my throat causing me to gag and cough around him as spit drip out of the sides of my mouth onto my face and the rest of his dick that isn't in my mouth.

keep struggling slut you look so hot when you squirm

I moan around him as I start to feel pressure building in my stomach again

I grab onto matts back as i scratch deeply into it causing him to groan

fuckkk keep doing that I love that shit he says as he fucks into me harder causing me to scream and gag around Chris .

the tension snaps as I squirt all over him and the sheets

fuck your so fucking hot squirting all over me

he continues fucking into me causing me to squirm the overstimulation beginning to be too much .

I claw his back more harshly causing him to groan

god damn fells so fucking good when you claw my back like the little slut you are

im beginning to sob around Chris . im so overstimulated I can barely take it.

I remove my hand from matts back as I try and push on Chriss thighs so he would pull out so I could voice that im overstimulated

he slaps my tit hard as he pushes even deeper into my throat .

nah fucking take it like a good girl

he growls at me as I smack his thigh as my I continue crying .

I cant take it anymore its too much .

I move my hands to matts sides trying to push him out of me . he grabs my arms harshly slamming them down on the bed on each side of my head holding me down.

what's the matter slut? you overstimulated huh? he says in a tone that makes me want to slap him across the face .

I shake my head yes and try to cry out a mhm as Chris still abuses my throat .

well that's to fucking bad . I don't care how much you cum and squirm against me . you aren't done until I fill you up .

I scream around Chris as I feel myself squirt all over matt again causing my hips to lift up off the bed and my legs to shake even more and my thighs tighten around his torso .

he holds onto my hips as he continues pounding into me . now that my hands are free again I move them to his shoulders again trying to push him off of me . I literally can not take it anymore.

Chris pulls out of my mouth im confused as to why until he comes back over me with his belt .

w-what are you doing with that I moan out as matt still pounds deep into me.

since you want to act like a brat and try and push us away . he says as he grabs my arms harshly as he holds them to my chest and slides the belt under my back and secure my arms tightly to my chest.

now you cant use your arms at all

I groan in annoyance as I try and get my arms out but its no use.

fuck you I spit out at him

he slaps me across the face

I cry out from the sting

acting like a bratty bitch isn't gonna get you anywhere he says dominantly at me before grabbing me by the throat roughly.

now open that bratty mouth for me

I groan and shake my head no

n-no I c-cant its to much I cant take it anymore please

matt slaps my thigh so hard I scream

OW WHAT TH-THE FUCK

open your fucking mouth or I swear to god

I open my mouth as I roll my eyes

Chris slaps my face again

roll your fucking eyes at me again and you'll regret it

o-okay okay im s-sorry I sob out as I feel the pressure building in my stomach again causing me to moan as Chris slides back down my throat.

I scream around Chris as my orgasm rips through me ad I buck up into matt

fuck such a good girl cumming again for me god your squeezing me so tight

I sob around Chris feeling like I could pass out from how hard I just came

god so fucking tight and wet around me matt grabs my shaking legs hoisting them onto his shoulders getting an even deeper angle.

this causes me to scream around Chris again and again causing him to moan .

fuck im gonna cum . and your gonna be a good girl and swallow all of it

he thrusts a couple more time before his cum is down my throat and I swallow around him causing him to groan

fuuuck such-a good girl he groans then pulls out of my mouth . I cough as I try to catch my breathe.

O-OH MY GOD F-FUCK I C-CANT T-

I get cut off by matt slapping my across the face

your gonna fucking take it

mmmm fuck FUCK YOU I scream out as

he slaps me harder then grips my throat roughly

act like a brat you'll be treated as one

mmm fuck its to much I cant

i.thrust.dont.thrust.fucking.thrust.care

mmmm I cry and shake under him as I try and wiggle out of his grip

mm mm where you going he says as he grips my throat and thigh tightly causing me to gasp for air through his tight grip

I feel pressure building quickly in my stomach . before I can even speak im cumming again all over him as my eye roll back and I lift off the bed as my hands fist as I shake uncontrollably under him.

aww look at you cumming again such a little whore

FUCKING HELL I-I CANT TAKE IT PLEASE

Oh sweetheart im not even close to finishing he says smirking sadistically down at me

mmmmm I growl in pain and pleasure

he brings both hands to my legs pushing them down to my chest as he thrusts even deeper in me.

JESUS C-CHRIST YOUR TO DEEP FUCK PLEASE I C-CANT chris kneels down so his mouth is right at my ear

matt is groaning as he feels my pussy pulse around him

don't act like you're not loving every minute of this . you love being our little slut he whispers husky in my ear causing me to shudder

you love the way we use you like our own personal fuck doll dont you

I whine unable to get words out as matt is pounding into me so hard I feel him in my stomach

I asked you a fucking question y/n now answer it

Y-YES I LOVE IT DADDY

that's what I thought he says as he kisses my neck causing me to moan even louder from all the pleasure im feeling .

I feel pressure building in my stomach yet again.

F-FUCK MATT IM GONNA CUM AGAIN OH MY GOD

you think you deserve it

Y-YES PLEASE FUCK I C-CANT HOLD IT

beg for it then tell daddy how much you want it

F-FUCK I WANT IT SO BAD DADDY PLEASE CAN I CUM, PLEASE I PROMISE TO BE A GOOD GIRL PLEASE CAN I CUM

yes you can cum . give it to me cover my cock

as soon as he gives me permission I squirt all over him so hard I stop breathing for a second.

JESUS CHRIST I scream as I finally start breathing again

Such a good girl your doing so good for me

Matt starts to slow his pace and he drops my legs pushes them out and apart.

Do you have any toys ma

Y-yes but why

Cause I wanna use one on you that’s why

O-okay I just don’t know if I can handle that right n-now

We know you can ma you wanna be good for us don’t you

Y-yes

Then where are they

In my b-bedside table drawer

Chris stands up now in his boxer as he goes into my bedside table grabbing my wand and handing it to Matt

If we let your arms free do you think you can be good or are you gonna push me away again

I -I’ll be good I promise

Okay but if you act up again we will put the belt back on

O okay I promise I’m won’t mmm Fuck I won’t act up again I moan out as Matt is thrusting into me at a sickly sweet slow pace

Chris just smiled down at me as he strokes my check with his hand then undoes the belt

I groan as I stretch my arms out since they are slightly numb from the position they were stuck in for so long.

Matt turns on the vibrator as Chris walks over and sits by my side as Matt hands it him

He starts thrusting into me harder causing my legs to shake harder .Chris puts the vibrator right on my clit causing me to scream out

JESUS CHRIST OH MY GOD

Yeah that feel good ma

Y-YES OH MY GOD DADDY FEELS SO GOOD

You think you can handle it if I turn it up

N-NO

I think you can ma he says turning it up

OH-OH MY GOD FUCK IM GONNA CUM PLEASE CAN I CUM

Yeah cum for us ma be a good girl

OH GOD MMMM I moan as I jerk around under Matt whose still pounding into me and Chris keeps the vibrator on my clit sending my body into overdrive as I cum all over Matt’s dick.

As I come down I start crying the vibrations are becoming to much to fast my hand flys down to grip Chris’s wrist to pull the vibrator off

He slaps me

Mmm mm you promised to be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself

Y-yes I’m sorry I’m sorry

Keep being a good girl for us your doing so good ma

Mmmm Fuck c-can you just turn it d-down a little please please

He turns it down one setting giving me a little time to breathe and calm down

C-can I at-least touch you

Yes ma you can touch us

I move one hand onto Matt’s chest running my hands down it scratching marks down it as my other hand locks in Chris hair not too tight but enough to make him groan

Fu-Fuck feels so good

Yeah are we making you feel good ma

S-so good so fucking good

Such a good girl being so good for us

Fuck Chris turn it back up I wanna feel her clenching around me again

W-WAIT PLEASE N..

I get cut off by the vibrator going to max volume causing my breathe to hitch and my entire body to shake .

OH MY GOD I C-CANT PLEASE I …

Give me one more I’m getting close I promise ma

Mmmm Fuck okay okay

Chris starts sucking on my neck creating more hickeys in spots that didn’t have them from earlier

I pull on his hair tighter as he comes up and places his lips on mine bringing me into a messy hot make out

I moan into his mouth as I feel my hopefully final orgasm moving in slowly .

As I feel my breathing pick up I pull away and keep eyes contact as I whine and whimper as he watches me struggle with a smirk on his face

God you look so beautiful all fucked out and whiny

F-Fuck I’m so close oh my god

Go on give us one more ma I know you can do it

I close my eyes but they shoot open when Chris hand come around my throat .

Look at me while you cum . I wanna watch you fall apart

Mmmm Fuck I’m gonna cum oh my god I say as I maintain eye contact as my brows furrow and I bite my lip harshly trying so hard not to Throw my head back and close my eyes.

Come on cum around my cock give it to me slut

As soon as the words leave Matt’s mouth I cum all over him causing his to groan and his hips to sputter.

Chris watches my face contort and I moan as I start to come down from my high.

Matt thrusts as deep as he can as he fills me up with his cum .

Holy fuck he groan out as he fills me and fucks it into me .

Jesus Christ Chris turn it off please please I beg as I stare into his eyes with the most desperate look on my face as tears roll down my face.

He turns it of as he places small sweet kisses on my neck .

Your such a good girl you did so good . I’m so proud of you

I smile at him as I try to regulate my breathing.

Matt pulls out of me causing me to hiss.

My pussy is so sore and my legs are shaking non stop .

Matt flops down next to me trying to catch his breathe.

Chris lays down with his head resting on my stomach .

I play with his hair as Matt places a kiss on my cheek.

That was… fucking amazing

Yeah y/n your pussy is the best I’ve felt in my entire life

I’ve never cum so much in my life and might I just say y’all are huge like HUGE

They both chuckle as they both sit up .

I’m gonna go start a shower so we can all wash up .

Okay I say softly smiling at him

Come here Chris says standing up holding out his hand .

I take it as he pulls me to my feet . My legs immediately give out on me as I fall back but he catches me .

Okay Bambi come here he says hoisting me up holding under my thighs

I laugh at his joke put smack him lightly on the arm .

Don’t call me that and just so you know this is yours and his fault just remember that

Oh trust me I’ll remember this forever

Oh shut up

You wanna drop the attitude or keep it and have to crawl to the bathroom

I bring one hand to my mouth acting like I’m locking it and throwing away the key

He just smiles at me before walking us both to the bathroom

As we enter Matt is turned back facing us as he feels the water temperature making sure it’s hot enough.

I gasp as I look at his back.

W-what what’s wrong

N-nothing just your back I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was scratching that deep

No don’t apologize I loved every second of if

Okay whatever you say

Come on pretty girl let’s get into the shower Matt says walking over as Chris sets me down and Matt carries me into the shower as Chris steps out of his boxers following .

Matt hisses a bit as the water hits his back

See I told you they were deep

No I’m fine it just stings a bit

Mhmmmm

Chris holds me from behind at he pumps some shampoo in his hands and begins washing my hair causing me to sigh at how good it feels to have some one wash it for me .

Matt spins me into the water so I can rinse it out then spins me back so Chris can put the conditioner in as Matt lathers my body in body wash .

It’s feels nice to be pampered like this after what you guys just did to me

Oh yeah has no one ever taken care of you like this after

Nope usually then fuck me they cum then leave

Wtf typa Assholes have you been meeting around here

Ones who never heard from me again tbh y’all are the first people I’ve had sex with in a couple years

Wait really why

Well for one I got tired of feeling used and also tired of guys using me for their pleasure and me never getting anything out of it . All the guys I’ve met only care about them finishing but never me . I spent a lot of night alone crying feeling like shit about myself for even fucking with them at all

Im sorry y/n they were Assholes they didn’t deserve you at all he says pulling me into a hug

I smile into his chest

Thank you guys really I’ve never felt so taken care of by 1 guy let alone two

Of course we wouldn’t treat you any other way

I’m gonna be honest I did not think this is how it would go my first time meeting you guys

How did you think it would go

Well I thought I would possibly see you guys at the concert maybe see you walk by ask for a picture and that would be it

I mean understandable but come on your so beautiful we couldn’t have been able to resist you either way

I laugh a little bit as Matt turns me to rinse my body and the conditioner out of my hair.

I’m very glad you guys decided to come back here with me not just because you know you just fucked the shit out of me but because I like being around you guys your so… genuine and sweet to me

They both smiled at me

Of course gorgeous we like being around you too

I smile back as they wash them selves off making me laugh a little .

What’s so funny

Oh nothing your just gonna smell like a girl and that makes me laugh

Oh whatever it beats smelling sweaty and gross

Very true

Chris turns off the water as we all step out to dry off . My legs are still shaky and sore but I can slightly walk normal minus the fuck ass limp I got .

They both laugh at me as I walk to my closet

Stop laughing at me you assholes

Sorry your limp is just so bad

Yeah well I can thank the both of you for that

Oh yeah your very welcome

I flick them both of as I grab just a new pair of underwear and slip them on then limp back to get into bed.

They both lay in their boxers .

It’s kinda hot it the room givin we’re all snuggled up under the covers of my king size bed .

Hey can one of you get up and turn the fan on and shut the lights off I say as I yawn

Mhm I’ll do it Chris says making his way to the switches turning the lights off and turning the fan on .

Matt pulls me into him as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck .

What time is it he asks in deep sleepy voice

Uh I don’t know Chris what time is it

Umm 4:30

WHAT

Jesus y/n you almost bursted my ear drum Matt says smacking me in the side lightly

Sorryyyy but 4:30 that’s means y’all fucked me for like 4 hours

Uhh yeah seems that way

Jesus y’all got some stamina

Mm meh I guess so

You guess bitch I’ve never had sex for longer than 30 minutes

Well I guess today was your lucky day

Yeah I’d say . No wonder I’m so fucking sore I just got railed for 4 hours

They both chuckle as we all lay dozing off and before I know it we all pass tf out until 5 pm the next day when I hear my bedroom door burst open.

Y/N I GOTTA TELL YOU WTF HE TRIED TO …

I stare at her half asleep as the two boys on either side of me wake up looking at me then her

Well I um … sorry we’ll talk later she says with a smirk slowly walking out

Oh god that’s so embarrassing

What’s embarrassing

She just walked in on me pretty much naked in bed with two guys

Oh that’s not embarrassing

Yeah I guess not since it’s you guys

What’s that mean

Oh nothing I’m still tired can we go back to sleep

Yeah same let’s go back to sleep

Don’t gotta tell me twice

we all fall back asleep

THE END 💋

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Six | Where It All Started…

I watched Dom make out with Liv until I felt my stomach fall down to my knees.

Finding security near by he saw the bracelet on my wrist and immediately came over. Whispering to him I asked for a quick exit when he jumped the barricade and ushered me safely backstage.

Once I was backstage everything became a blur until the fresh air hit my face. I could hear the crowd going wild and I knew his segment probably came to a finish.

That’s when the blur was fueled by my racing heart. I felt the panic and ache swell in my chest enough to force me to walk quicker to the bus. I was embarrassed, tricked into being front row for it, and tired of using other people to avoid being together. If we couldn’t do it in our personal life then I didn’t want to do it professionally either.

But Dom didn’t understand separation of work and me.

On the bus I packed everything up of my own, leaving zero trace I was there at all when I struggled to carry my oversized duffle bag and rolling suitcase. The fans waiting for someone to walk by witness me struggling and I felt pressured to be transparent about what I saw when all I wanted to do was hide.

“Sweetheart, let me help you.” Randy’s tall form jogged over and took over my bags for me before automatically hauling them in a random trunk.

“That’s not Dom’s rental,” I retorted.

“It’s mine. I’ll drive you to the airport. I’m leaving too anyways.” He watched me look more lost than ever. Suddenly all the other ways I felt silenced and all I felt was pain.

“Um… I should probably tell Dom. Maybe his dad? I’m not really sure yet.” I stammered and stuttered around each word.

Guiding me to the car I let him, “Just get in the car. Now isn’t the time.”

“He saw me there and he didn’t even come for me. Was him cheating the first time?” I felt stupid asking his enemy and expecting a true answer.

Pulling the door open I slipped inside only for Randy to round the car and get behind the wheel. “It doesn’t matter right now… Dominik only sees it from his point of view - work. He doesn’t understand how fragile you are.”

“Fragile?”

His hand squeezed mine, “How long have you been popping pills?”

I could feel my chest seize up altogether. I wanted to deny it, hell, I wanted to outright lie if it meant not admitting it. Swallowing down the lump of pride in my throat first, “Since I lost the baby.”

“Jesus. I didn’t know. Last thing you need is this bullshit.” Randy’s hand slipped from my hand to my leg before he pulled out. I fixed my eyes on the venue exit but Dom never rushed out to find me. There was no fairytale ending.

It was me knowing all along that you don’t find forever at fourteen.

At the airport Randy traded his ticket for a one trip to California instead of his home. He was determined to make sure I got home okay and I was arguing, not when I wanted to check out.

“No strings or expectations. Just trying to be a good guy,” his hand guided me to our seats and I let him. I tried to keep my eyes open but my body gave up when I leaned into him and let myself fall asleep.

Randy woke me up when we landed, got our bags, and even hailed a car when I realized he didn’t know where I lived. Leaning forward I gave up my address before sitting back into my seat. Letting myself lean against Randy’s toned body I felt the tears ruin my face when I saw I had one missed call.

Dom called me exactly once.

Maybe we didn’t belong together and we simply kept letting fate fuck with us because the sex was good. My head filled with negative thoughts until the car dropped us off in the driveway.

Randy spawned next to me and all of me tensed, “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you’re okay… kind of traded my ticket for this one. Let me hang out til I get a new one.” His charm was dangerous the same way Dom was.

Walking towards the door I breezed inside, dropping my bags, and b-lining it straight to some whiskey. Yanking the top off I helped myself to drinking from the bottle when Randy rushed to stop me. “My house. My rules. I don’t plan on being sober so if you’re staying you’ll be good with that.”

With his hands up he responded, “Okay. Got it.”

I gripped the bottle and my phone making it my mission to rot away in bed. I wanted to disappear, fade out, be too drunk or high to care that Dom wasn’t who I thought.

At the top of the stairs I stopped, “How many girls have there been?”

Randy’s hands on his hips I watched him exhale and avoid answering when I repeated the question with no patience. “A few that I know of. Liv’s been sharing a hotel room with Dom for weeks now. I don’t think it ends on screen…”

Pivoting on my heel I went to my room and slammed the door behind me. Skimming down the other side of the door I let myself sob and reach for my phone.

Me: How could you? We used people to make each other jealous. It was never us picking other people or cheating.

Dom: I want to explain. You weren’t supposed to be ring side.

Me: Why? Because if I saw you kiss her I’d know that means something? I’ve watched you kiss Marie for half our teenage years, I know the difference when you mean it and don’t. You used your fucking tongue, Dom.

Dom: I didn’t cheat. I told her nothing could happen until I talked to you. I never meant for this to happen… shit.

Me: What did you want to happen, Dom? You wanted to fuck her instead of faking it for TV?

Dom didn’t respond to my question but instead told me he would be home to talk tomorrow. No amount of talking would help.

I dragged myself to bed, sobbing and drinking until my eyes felt too dry to cry another stream. Laying there with the TV doing a bad job of drowning me out I heard Randy knock on the door. “I’m gonna come in and check on you. I ordered food, peace offering.”

Slowly opening the door I sat up watching him proceed with caution with every step inside my bedroom. “Why did you get divorce?”

His eyebrows went up in shock, “I had a pill problem and a keeping it in my pants problem.”

“You cheated? Like Dom?”

“Worse, sweetheart. I fucked everything that moved and pretended my wife couldn’t tell.”

On my knees I emerged from the covers, softly touching my own boobs and watching Randy for a reaction. “What if I want you to fuck me?”

“You’re incredibly beautiful… but I know this is just the pain and boozes talking. You and Dom can get through this.” Randy stood there on the side of my bed, watching me, unmoving.

My hand dipped between my own legs and I let out a small whimper. “I don’t want to get through it, I want revenge. Don’t make me touch myself…”

“You’ve know each other since what age? Fourteen? Revenge doesn’t exist anymore, babe. Even if it did, neither of you are willing to give up on each other.” I hated him for being right. I hated him for figuring out our games the way we should have. “I can touch you. Hell, I’ll have you screaming my name, but there’s no point when you’ll always choose him.”

“Then what do I do? Forgive him? Forget? This is just the life I picked when I picked him?” The sobs shook me uncontrollably.

“Talk to him, figure out why it happened and try to fix that.” Randy reached out and held me while I cried to the point where he got into my bed with me just to hold me.

“Why did you cheat?” I almost whispered like he couldn’t possible have the answers to my problems.

“I was on the road most of the year… I was frustrated with that, I should have went home more, I shouldn’t have called. I let things go too far then threw my hands up and let it since I was in trouble anyways.”

Cuddling into his side I felt his arm push my into him more. “He came home a lot. We were having sex. I wasn’t a prude. We had sex before his match.”

Rubbing my back we both knew no one had the answers. Dom wanted me to be his but he didn’t want to just be mine.

My phone buzzed on the sheets and a photo of us filled the screen. Sliding my finger against the answer button I felt the alcohol settle inside of me as I silently waited for my heart to kickstart.

“I’m getting in the cab now. You’re home, right?”

I couldn’t speak let alone think straight. Slurring my words I shouted, “Don’t bother! You killed us. There’s no more us.”

[ryeriy]

party in the usa || charles leclerc

-> summary: after charles gets p2 in the Las Vegas GP (obvi 2023), they go and celebrate

-> pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

-> a/n: for those who don't know, chéri in French means darling, and ma beauté means my beauty

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As the end of the race was nearing, y/n was in the ferrari garage watching her boyfriend, Charles Leclerc, about to finish. He was just behind Max Verstappen in second place with Sergio Pérez trailing behind him. She was crossing her fingers hoping he'd still land second place. Her eyes were glued to the multiple screens that displayed the race on television. Max crossed the finish line, then the sound of loud cheers filled the room. Charles had finished second followed by Sergio.

She could hear the screams and cheers over the muffy headphones I was wearing. Her face lit up with a large smile and clapped her hands together seeing him finish. Immediately she rushed over to greet Charles at the podium before all of the front-row spots were taken.

Y/n got pushed and shoved through the crowd of people but still made it against the barricade standing in the front row. Few minutes passed by and Charles's car pulled up in the 2nd place spot.

He got out of the car and stood on top of it looking at the people, hearing them cheer for him. Charles got out of the car and took off his helmet and balaclava searching the crowd for one person, y/n. Everyone could tell he spotted her once his eyes connected with hers, his mouth formed a wide smile.

Charles rushed over to y/n and immediately put his arms around her as she did the same. He kissed her on her forehead and then on her lips. They share a soft kiss before they pull apart from each other.

"I'm so proud of you chéri," she whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, ma beauté," he whispered back to her, "after this is all over, we're going to find somewhere and we're going to celebrate this moment!"

Charles gave her another soft kiss before heading off to the podium. He mouthed to her 'I'll see you soon' as he walked away from y/n and blew her a soft kiss.

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After the big celebration, y/n was waiting for Charles in his driver's room. When we walked in he was covered in champagne and confetti. She walked up to him and gave him another big hug.

"I love you so much," she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you too, ma beauté," he wrapped an arm around her waist and held his trophy in the other.

They shared a wholesome moment before Charles pulled away. "We're going to drink and celebrate this," Charles spoke to her.

He checked the time on his watch. It was either very late at night or early in the morning. "What time is it?" She asked him.

"1 am," he replied, "perfect timing for drinks." Both y/n and Charles smiled at each other.

"I'm going to go get changed. You stay here and when I come back we're going to party because you know what those Americans say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." He chucked softly and she let out a giggle.

"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." She repeated and smiled at him.

Charles walked off to get changed. Y/n sat in the driver's room looking around and scrolling through her Instagram feed waiting for Charles to come back. He came back after fifteen minutes and she looked up from her phone and saw him smiling at her. "Ready, ma beauté"

She nodded got up from her chair and walked beside him. Charles wrapped his arm around her waist and held y/n close to him as they walked to his car. They got to the car and he drove off to the nearest bar that was open. Which was nearby, considering it was Las Vegas.

Once he pulled into the parking they both got out and walked inside. To Charles's surprise, he saw a fellow teammate and some other drivers. Carlos, George, Lewis, and a few other drivers.

"Ah! Look who showed up to the party, mate!" George said.

Charles smiled and let out a soft chuckle hearing the Brits comment. Still walking hand in hand with y/n.

"There's no better place to celebrate one of the last races of the season than in Las Vegas!" The Brit exclaimed wrapping his arm around his girl. The group laughed at his comment.

"He's right, chéri," y/n spoke to Charles softly, "let's celebrate tonight."

Charles and Y/n both smiled at each other as everyone was having fun drinking, dancing, and some even flirting.

The time was about 3 almost 4 am and they were all still partying. Everyone had at least two drinks in them. Charles was holding y/n from behind with his hands around her waist. His head was resting against her shoulder.

Everyone heard the guitar riff and everyone was going nuts at 4 am. It didn't matter if they were British, Spanish, or even Monegasque. This song was something they all could relate to right now. Party in The USA.

Y/n turned around to face Charles and looked up at him. She heard the music and people singing in the background but she blurred it out looking into his eyes. Charles looked down at her smirking slightly and leaned down to kiss her.

They shared a long, soft, and passionate kiss. In the background, they could hear everyone singing until they kissed, and they all started cheering looking at Charles and y/n kiss.

All you could hear was "yeah, It's a party in the usa!" And it truly was a party in the usa.

[star-going-supernova]

Here’s a SB prompt for ya!

Gregory realistically couldn’t have lasted the entire game without getting hurt. He got bruises from being slammed into things, his limbs aches for days cause he pushed himself too hard, and you can’t tell me any scrapes from Monty or Roxy didn’t scar.

Gregory would 100% use jokes and quips to deal with all the memories from that night whenever it gets brought up. Freddy who’s programming is insistent on lightening the mood and is joke based hates when he does it with a burning passion.

I’m still not done with the mini ficlets, lol. I went with immediate aftermath instead of further down the line.

Just a Scratch

The shift from night mode to day mode as, somewhere, a clock finally struck six was the best thing Gregory had seen all night. Lights began to turn on, STAFF bots disappeared by the dozen, and the stupid music cut out, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. 

Just visible from his hiding place, he watched Chica twitch a bit, then zombie walk away toward her room down the long hall of Rockstar Row. Mere minutes later, Monty and Roxy followed, none seemingly aware of their surroundings. They all vanished into their rooms without a peep. 

Still tense and on guard, Gregory unfolded himself from the tight corner behind the trash can he’d been tucked behind. There was no movement from the green rooms; from where he was crouched, he could see that Roxy’s was empty. Recharging in their back hallways, maybe? 

Guests would start arriving in a few hours, after all, and the show must go on.

Limping down the hall, he raised his watch and pressed the button to talk. “Freddy? You still with me?” 

“I am still here, superstar,” Freddy said, and he sounded so relieved. “I believe it is over. The barricade over the doors has risen. You are safe now.” 

Safe. It’d only been one night, but it felt like such a foreign concept. How could the pizzaplex ever feel safe again, no matter what time of day it was? 

Six hours. Not even counting that first hour before the barricade went down. Longest six hours of his life.

He was starting to feel a little woozy and unsteady on his feet by the time he and Freddy found each other. Freddy gasped at the sight of him, and the sound reflexively made him look around wildly, expecting an attack. But the quiet halls were empty but for the two of them. 

“Gregory,” Freddy said urgently. “You are far more injured than I thought! We must get you medical care immediately.” 

Gregory blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment before looking down at himself and taking stock of his body for the first time in hours. He’d kinda had other, more important things on his mind, y’know?

The first thing he noticed were the bruises. He’d hit the deck more than once, either on purpose or from tripping, and his knees reflected that. They were dark and discolored. Lower, on his left leg, a trio of long gashes slashed diagonally down the front and curved around the back. They started to sting fiercely now that he’d noticed them. Monty had grabbed him there once, he remembered faintly. 

It was all a bit of a blur, to be honest. 

The sides of his upper arms and shoulders ached too, and he thought of how many times he’d taken a corner too fast, one animatronic or another hot on his tail, and the way he’d slammed into the walls before continuing on. On his back, the burn of another couple of cuts flared up; Chica had taken him by surprise at least twice. 

Shallow puncture wounds lined the top of his lower left arm from when he’d blocked Roxy’s teeth somewhere around 2 a.m. And both his right wrist and ankle throbbed with the pain of a sprain, probably from the one time the security guard had managed to grab him and yank him around and a fumbled jump down some stairs respectively. 

A full body ache buzzed through him, too—the result of running and lifting and pulling and pushing far too much, far beyond what his ten-year-old body was used to.

And his vision was admittedly a little blurry. A headache had started after the third time he’d had his head smacked into the floor by a pouncing Moon, so maybe he had a concussion on top of all the rest. 

The room was starting to spin, and Freddy was looking mightily concerned, which wasn’t an expression Gregory would have thought a robot capable of. Thoughts all tangled up around each other, he was suddenly desperate to reassure his protector that he was okay, honest, and they would look back on this night someday and laugh. 

He giggled now, tipped alarmingly to the side, and in a concussed attempt to alleviate Freddy’s worry and lighten the mood, Gregory enthusiastically declared, “Tis but a scratch!” 

Freddy made a noise of appalled disbelief, but if he said anything in response, Gregory didn’t hear it. He was too busy collapsing on the spot, thoroughly unconscious.

[cophene]

14 || * • ° when a guest's eye wanders

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pairing : ohshc x gn reader summary : perhaps no one at ouran is more qualified to deal with a broken heart than the host club. with a student’s heartbreak painfully obvious to everyone but themself, the host club takes it upon themselves to remedy that. all against that student’s better judgement. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.2k+

“Thank you so much, Haruhi. You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better.”

“Of course, it was no problem at all, really.” Haruhi tilted her head and smiled. “Thank you for coming today. If anything else comes up with your friend, please let me know and I’d be happy to help however I can.”

The girl blushed and smiled to herself. She drifted out of the music room with the rest of the departing guests, all of them similarly dreamy-looking.

Haruhi ran a hand through her hair, sighing. She plucked a stray tart from one of the nearby tables and headed over to where all of the other hosts were clustered. She knew without anyone saying anything that something was up. Tamaki was peeking over an armchair with literal binoculars over his eyes, the twins peeking discreetly over his shoulder while Honey and Mori craned their necks from behind.

“What’s going on?” Haruhi tiredly.

“Haruhi! You’re finally done. Come sit next to me, quickly.”

Haruhi put the rest of the tart into her mouth and crouched next to Tamaki. Why all of the hosts were crouched behind the armchair like they were bracing for an explosion was beyond her.

“Tell me what you see,” Tamaki said, passing over the binoculars to her. Haruhi took them and peered through.

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, she says!” Tamaki scoffed. “Look closer.”

Haruhi frowned. “It’s just Y/N finishing up with their guest.”

“Yes, but who is the guest?” the twins whispered pointedly.

“It’s just Iwaizumi Mayako. I’ve had appointments with her a few times. She’s always perfectly nice.”

“You know, for an honours scholarship student, you can be incredibly dim-witted,” Hikaru muttered.

“Hikaru, you know it’s not polite to comment on Haruhi’s social upbringing,” Kyoya said, and Haruhi’s eye twitched. He had appeared out of nowhere, and unlike everyone else, he wasn’t crouching or whispering.

“Kyoya, keep it down!” Tamaki hissed. “Y/N will hear you!”

“They’re not going to hear anything. They’ve been engaged with Mayako-san this entire time and neither one of them have looked up since they began talking.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Haruhi asked. “Y/N’s being a good host, just like you guys wanted.”

“Yes, but not with Maya-chan,” Honey blubbered.

“I’m still missing something here.”

“What you’re missing is that the Iwaizumi family is heavily involved in politics,” Kyoya said. “They have been a fixture of the Tokyo city council for decades and regularly bring up policies and allocate funding to improve life in the city.”

“Okay . . .” 

“Maya-chan is also a great student and an amazing singer,” Honey said anxiously.

“Alright . . .”

“She was ranked one of the top ten prettiest students by the Newspaper Club,” Kaoru said.

“For two years in a row,” Hikaru added.

“I still don’t see what the problem here is,” Haruhi said flatly. “Am I supposed to be worried?”

“Yes, of course you are!” Tamaki exclaimed. “Mayako is extremely talented, beautiful and charming! She is in direct competition with the Host Club! Just think about what could happen if she ends up healing Y/N’s broken heart before us!”

“That wouldn’t be a good thing?”

“Your lack of pride in the Host Club is appalling,” Tamaki scolded. “We said we would heal Y/N’s heart and that is what we shall do. We cannot let anyone usurp us!” He pushed Haruhi out from behind the armchair barricade. “Go get your guest back. She cannot be allowed to spend another minute with Y/N!”

“She’s already leaving,” Mori said, and indeed, Mayako was getting up from her seat and walking with Y/N to the door. She said something that made Y/N laugh, a cute, self-conscious chuckle that none of the hosts had ever heard before. Y/N waved goodbye to Mayako, lingering for a bit at the door.

“We need to carry out damage control,” Tamaki said gravely. “Immediately.” 

The words meant nothing to Haruhi but they apparently made perfect sense to the rest of the hosts. Like actors receiving a stage cue, they all spread out and took up various poses around the music room.

Tamaki glided over to Y/N and leaned against the doorframe so that they would have no choice but to look up at him as they closed the door.

“How was your first day as a host?” he asked, his voice as smooth as butter.

Y/N blinked at him. To Haruhi’s surprise, they then looked down at the ground as though flustered.

“It went pretty well, I guess.”

“Is that so? I’m glad to hear it. I hope none of the guests caused you too much trouble.” Tamaki tilted his head so his hair fell artfully into his eyes. “You would tell me if there was anything I could help you with, wouldn’t you?”

“Sure. That’s nice of you to offer.”

Tamaki smiled at Y/N the way you smiled at something adorable. “I would do anything for you. I hope you know that.”

“Uh, thanks?”

As Y/N was still parsing out Tamaki’s words, Kyoya appeared and led them gently by the elbow toward a nearby table.

“I thought I’d let you know that you did a wonderful job today,” Kyoya said, a thread of amazement lining his words. “I’ve never seen so many appointments reserved in advance for a host. You have everyone wrapped around your little finger.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s--”

“No need to humble yourself. There’s nothing wrong with acknowledging your talents.” Kyoya indulgently poured out a steaming cup of tea for Y/N as they sat down. “Anyone would be honoured to sing your praises. Myself among them.”

Suspicion filtered through Haruhi’s mind. What was going on here? This was excessive, even for the Host Club.

“How do you do it?” Kaoru wondered out loud. As though it were natural to do so, he leaned over Y/N’s armchair, draping his arms over them. “You have almost everyone falling for you.”

“It’s like you have some sort of irresistible charm,” Hikaru said, perching on the arm of the chair. His fingers traced the line of Y/N’s jaw. “Some kind of gravity that draws in everyone close to you.”

“You were so busy that I didn’t have a chance to share some cake with you,” Honey said, lifting up a plate with a single, perfect slice of cake. The plaintive quality in his voice could have made anyone’s heart twinge. “I thought you would always have time to have cake with me. Do you not care about me, Y/N?”

“One can’t help wanting to be around you,” Mori said, his words so low as to be almost inaudible. “Your absence is all the darker for having known your smile.”

“What is going on?” Haruhi said, bewildered. Renge’s voice in her ear made her jolt in surprise.

“When a guest’s eye wanders, it is the responsibility of the Host Club to draw it back.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” 

“Do you remember that time you were kidnapped by those fiends from Lobelia?”

Haruhi blinked. “ . . . You mean the White Lily League?”

“Mhm. Never had the Host Club been threatened in such a manner before. Of course the Host Club had to retaliate to win you back. This is just like that. The Host Club cannot stand idly by while a temptress seduces Y/N from our midst.”

“I’ve heard a lot of ridiculous things in the Host Club, but this makes the list,” Haruhi said. She gestured vaguely at the hosts still crowded around Y/N. “You know this is just going to scare Y/N off, right? As in, even more than they already have been.”

“Ye of little faith,” Renge said, shaking her head. “Just watch and learn.”

Haruhi reluctantly watched. And was given the pleasure of witnessing the loudest guffaw ever produced by a human being.

“What are you guys doing?” Y/N asked, barely able to speak over their laughter. They got up from their armchair, brushing Kaoru and Hikaru off and stepping away from Tamaki’s lingering fingers. “Is this some kind of secret maneuver I haven’t learned yet?”

Renge’s jaw was on the floor. “It didn’t work?” she whispered, horrified.

“Why are you surprised?” Haruhi murmured.

“You had me going, I’m not going to lie.” Y/N grinned broadly at everyone, no hint of the sappy, adoring admiration the hosts had been trying to cajole anywhere on their face. They pointed at Kyoya. “That’s the nicest you’ve ever been to me, and you two,” they gestured at the twins, “never say things like that unless it’s backhanded.”

“You know us too well,” the twins said together, begrudgingly amused.

“They felt threatened by Mayako so they just wanted to make sure you remembered how charming they were,” Haruhi said, coming up next to Y/N.

“That is not what we were doing,” Tamaki huffed indignantly. “We were just . . .”

Y/N looked expectantly at him. He had a few more false starts before he gave up.

“That might have been partly what we were doing.”

“You guys are ridiculous,” Y/N said. They laughed again. “I don’t know how you come up with this stuff. You sure you don’t want to partner up with the Drama Club?” They snapped their fingers at Mori. “What was that back there? I’ve never heard such feeling in your voice, Mori. Nearly gave me shivers.”

Mori glanced off to the side, the barest of blushes on his face. 

“You were spending quite a bit of time with Mayako-san,” Kyoya said. “In the future, it would be preferred if you adhered to the time allotments allowed for each guest.”

“Yeah, that was my bad. I just lost track of time. I didn’t expect to get carried away like that.”

“Did you really like Maya-chan that much?” Honey asked, squeezing Usa-chan to his chest.

Y/N hesitated for a beat. “I like her fine. We just had a lot of fun talking, that’s all.”

Haruhi could attest to that. Mayako was one of the guests she liked the best and she always couldn’t help feeling disappointed when their appointments drew to a close. Mayako was aware of her own charm but didn’t abuse it. She was almost self-deprecating about it sometimes.

Renge narrowed her eyes. “Is that so . . .?” 

“Yes, that is exactly so. It’s not like I’m going to fall in love with Mayako.”

Everyone blinked at Y/N. They scowled. “I”m not. She’s not even my type.” 

“Not your type?” the twins echoed teasingly. “What would your type be then?”

 Y/N grabbed their book bag from one of the tables off to the side and slipped out of the music room. “If we’re done here I’m going to get going. See everyone tomorrow.”

Haruhi was about to call it a day too when Renge said, “Gentlemen, it would appear an unexpected difficulty has arisen.”

Haruhi groaned internally. Not again.

“Indeed.” Tamaki laced his fingers together and pressed his hands against his mouth. “Healing Y/N’s broken heart is becoming more difficult than we anticipated.”

“Y/N is not going to fall in love with Mayako,” Haruhi said. “You guys are worrying over nothing.”

“Nothing might happen on Y/N’s end, but Mayako is a different story altogether,” Kyoya murmured.

“What, do you think Mayako is going to develop feelings for Y/N? Isn’t that to be expected? You guys have over half the student body in love with you . . .” Haruhi trailed off. Her brain was offering up bits and bobs of information, and now she was starting to string them together.

“Oh.”

“This is different,” Honey said. His eyebrows were drawn together. “Mayako really likes Y/N, doesn’t she? She has for a while.”

Now Haruhi was starting to remember. The mention of a crush had surfaced a few times during her conversations with Mayako. The other girl had been dismissive, saying they only had one class together and the other person had always been too busy to notice. Haruhi had encouraged her to speak her feelings if that was what she wanted. To at least let the other person know and see if they could give things a try. Mayako had resolved to reach out over the break, but something had come up and Mayako hadn’t had the chance.

If Mayako’s crush had been in Malta, that would certainly count as something “coming up”.

“I mean, this doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” Haruhi said. “What if Mayako and Y/N really hit it off? The Host Club could be Mayako’s wingmen or something.”

“Y/N might end up unintentionally hurting Mayako,” Mori said. “Mayako doesn’t know about Nishio Keiji. And Y/N might end up mistaking Mayako’s advances for normal guest interactions. Y/N will continue to treat Mayako like a guest, and should she confess her feelings, Y/N might hurt her by brushing her off.”

“That’s . . . very pessimistic,” said Haruhi.

“But it’ll happen,” the twins said, as though Mori had stated an indisputable law of the universe.

“And how do you two know that?”

The twins looked at each other. They both shrugged.

“Things could end up worse than they started.” Tamaki’s violet eyes were pensive. “We need to make sure both Mayako and Y/N leave with their feelings intact.”

Haruhi frowned. “I still think there’s the possibility that nothing will happen. Y/N can’t be that clueless. If they don’t like Mayako they can just say so.”

“Y/N can be very clueless,” Honey said with a rueful smile. “Especially now when they’re still in a fog about Nishio Keiji.”

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baby please come home

happy holidays everyone! i wanted to write something short for @watchmegetobsessed​‘s fanficmas to close out the year. i’ve had the best time writing a bunch of concepts these last few months so... here is an ode to the first harry i wrote this year & the most recent 💗 enjoy!

preview: Harry disappears from public view until January, wanting to close out the year in private. He does, however, decide to share a photo of the three of you sitting under the tree on Christmas. You’re grinning at the camera, leaning close to Harry. Beau is sitting in your lap, fuzzy antlers sitting atop his head. His entire body is turned towards Harry, big brown eyes glittering as he stares as his dad and reaches for him with tiny hands. Harry’s smiling so wide his eyes may as well be closed, his face flush with nothing but pure joy.

He captions the photo: Christmas Morning. Harry’s House. December, 2022. It gets 10 million likes in 24 hours.

MASTERLIST | TALK TO ME

1. christmas with dadrry (from this blurb!)

Harry is playing his last show of 2022 when he decides to have a little fun. He’s been in Brazil for the past couple of days, closing out the Latin American leg of Love on Tour. Three stops ago in Argentina, he’d sent you and your son off on a plane home to London. With the two of you now being 5,000 miles away, he can’t help but ache for home a little more than usual, despite the fact that he’ll be joining you at home soon. A sign at the barricade reminds him of this fact, as he prepares to give a speech to lead into his encore.

“So…” Harry says, popping out his hip dramatically, “Before we move on to our last couple of songs, there’s a sign up at the front here that I want to address.”

The arena explodes in chatter as a spotlight comes down from above, searching for the flashy poster board. Harry squints and twists his microphone cord between his fingers, (he mentally notes that next year will be the year he finally starts using a wireless mic) and points when he manages to spot the sign he had noticed earlier.

“Right, this sign says,” Harry pauses as a cameraman beside him zooms in on the sign, projecting it onto the large screens behind the stage. “We came here for Y/N and no-one else.”

The crowd bursts into collective laughter and hoots, and Harry sees a few phone shoot up in the front row, eager to capture the obvious fan interaction that’s about to take place. He walks closer to the edge of the stage, and kneels down directly in front of the two fans that had brought the sign.

“Let me just start by saying how could you,” Harry brings a hand to his chest, squeezing his fist and trying his best to school his expression into one of dramatic anguish. One of the fans belly-laughs, while the other takes his reaction more to heart, waving her hands in the air and trying to rationalize the statement that had been written on their sign. “Only joking! But I am a bit hurt. It’s my name that’s attached to the tour, the posters, the merch, after all...”

“Sadly, I do have to inform you that Y/N has left with our son to go back home,” Harry squints out at the audience. The crowd groans loudly at that, and the sound of Mitch’s laughter comes through his in-ear monitors.

“Soooo, you’ll have to deal with it just being me up here!” Harry points a thumb at himself, turning around to give Mitch the finger with his other hand. “It is, however, close to Christmas, and I must admit I’m missing my family too. So we’ll see if we can do something about that.”

Harry gestures for the production lead then, and the fans that make up the first couple of rows in the stadium look to each other curiously, wondering why Harry’s suddenly gone off-script. While they whisper amongst themselves, the production lead runs up on stage and hands Harry his phone. He wiggles it in the air, brandishing it in front of the crowd. They cheer in anticipation for what he’s about to do next. The screen on Harry’s phone turns on in response to all his movement, and the stadium unexpectedly gets a glimpse of his wallpaper. It’s a picture of you and Beau, taken not more than a month ago, posing in front of Foro Sol in Mexico City. Beau’s wearing a Love on Tour shirt that’s comically large on his tiny body, sucking on a pacifier as you hold him to your chest, pointing at the massive screen displaying Harry’s name behind you. The entire crowd coos upon seeing the image, and even more phones shoot up to record the moment. Harry smirks knowingly, as if to say: adorable, isn’t it?

He holds his phone to his chest then, hiding it from view as he types in his passcode and swipes through his apps. He opens up your contact card and presses the FaceTime button, shushing the crowd when the call goes through. It’s late enough at night back home in London that he’s sure Beau’s asleep already, but you’re still awake and will be able to pick up his calls without disturbing the sleeping baby. The screen takes a moment to load before your face pops up, slightly pixellated and makeup-less, but beautiful nonetheless. Harry turns his phone back towards the crowd, and they can’t hold in their excitement when they see your face projected onto the stadium screens.

“Say hi everyone!” Harry waves at his phone, grinning at how the crowd has welcomed you. “Y/N, everyone’s been missing you, and now that I’ve got you here, it only seems fitting that I sing something special tonight...”

You give Harry a confused look through the phone, and he says nothing in response, just smiles and cues Pauli in. Pauli twirls a set of mallets between their fingers and begins to play a xylophone in front of them. They count themself in, and the starting notes to Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You sound through the stadium. 

Harry can’t hear you over the noise of the crowd, but he sees you shake your head at him and swears you yell out, “Shut the fuck up!!!” as he starts to sing.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need. I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know, make my wish come true... all I want for Christmas is you!”

Harry prances around the stage with you on his phone, directing the lyrics to your smiling face on the screen. The crowd dances along and Sarah points and laughs when Harry passes by, fondly admiring just how much of a hopeless romantic he is. As the song continues, Harry decides to leap across the catwalk, determined to make this performance as extra as humanly possible. The crowd reaches for him, but in this moment he only has eyes for you. He brings his phone out in front of him as he shimmies in front of the camera, reminding you that, “Baby, all I want for Christmas is you.”

When Harry launches into the bridge, he points up at the sky. A loud pop sounds through the venue as cannons that had been rigged onto the stage release tiny pieces of confetti that had been shaped into snowflakes. The paper rains down onto the crowd, blanketing the entire stage and floor into a sea of white. The pretend-snowflakes continue to cascade through the sky, glistening under all the stage lights, and Harry ends the song by running back towards the main stage and collapsing backwards onto it. He moves his limbs up and down through the confetti that now covers the surface as if to make a snow angel. He looks up at your smiling face, still watching him sing through his phone, and it’s almost as if you’re there with him. It’s only been a few days and yet he still misses you like crazy. Harry gets lost in the moment for a second, before the crowd drags him back down into reality. He sits up, brushing the confetti out of his hair, and smiles at the sea of people looking at him adoringly.

“Hope you didn’t mind that little switch-up, there,” Harry beams, “just felt like singing a Christmas song tonight.”

“Now, we’re gonna say bye to Y/N,” he continues, placing his microphone behind his back so he can speak to you privately. The crowd boos in response, and you laugh. 

“Let me talk to your fans!” you say, wagging a disapproving finger at Harry.

“You’re a demanding bunch!” Harry jokes, putting his microphone back under his phone speaker. Your voice comes through over the venue speakers, a little tinny, but understandable. 

“Goodnight everyone! Hope you had lots of fun tonight, and thank you so much for the surprise. Take care of H for me so he comes back home all in one piece,” you blow a kiss to your phone and Harry catches it, keeping it in his back pocket.

“That was for the fans, you idiot!” You laugh, and Harry throws his hands up at the crowd when they start to laugh at him.

“Okay, no more listening privileges for you lot if you’re just going to make fun of me,” he sighs jokingly, hiding his mic behind his back again. He brings the speaker up to his mouth so you can hear him properly.

“Be home soon,” he says, “love you so much. Sleep well and text me when you’re up.”

“Love you too, goodnight, H,” you smile, hanging up the call. Harry turns back around and sees his crowd looking disappointed at the fact that they weren’t able to hear the last bit of your conversation.

“Don’t look at me like that! Some conversations are better left private,” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and Mitch throws a guitar pick at him, having heard the conversation and knowing that it had not gone at all like what Harry was implying. “Anyways, onto the encore...”

LONDON, A FEW DAYS LATER

Christmas morning arrives in a blur. Harry’s finally sufficiently rested after battling with jet lag, though he still finds himself waking up slightly earlier than usual. The sun is only starting to rise, and it had snowed the night before. He looks outside the window to see the landscape painted in a winter glow. The Christmas lights that you’d put up after coming home are wrapped around the trees and shrubs outside, providing some warmth to the otherwise blue atmosphere.

Harry makes his way into the living room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He finds you awake already in the kitchen, with Beau on your side, heating up a pot of tea. Beau is looking determined, sucking on a baby bottle with force as he clings onto his mother. You both notice Harry at the same time—you look up at him and your features soften, while Beau drops his bottle on the counter and reaches for Harry, babbling for his dad.

“Alright, alright; there’s more than enough me to go around,” Harry laughs, taking Beau from you. “Good morning. Happy Christmas.”

“Mm,” you hum while Harry kisses you. You pour two cups of tea, putting milk in sugar in one mug for you and just milk in the other for Harry. You hand his mug to him, and the two of you head over to the tree. It’s placed right in front of the largest window in the living room so it catches the most light. In the early morning, the entire space fills with a cozy light, the ornaments shining softly under twinkling lights. Both of you had decided on not giving each other gifts this year, preferring to absolutely spoil Beau rotten instead.

“Let’s open your presents now, Beau-bear,” Harry coos, bouncing the infant gently in his arms. It’s crazy, how much his life has changed in the last year. He looks at Beau, who’s looking curiously at the box in Harry’s hand, and you, quietly sipping on your morning tea. Harry’s chest swells with a whole host of emotions that he doesn’t necessarily know what to do with—but he does know that this is exactly where he belongs. He’s spent the better half of the year away from home and written an entire record exploring the idea of home. But he knows now that this is it. This is home: Christmas morning spent with the love of his life and his child. The presents that fill the entire space underneath the tree, a Christmas album playing over the sound system in the living room, Beau in a reindeer onesie, you wrapped up in a wool scarf, the snow that’ll decorate your lashes later when the three of you go out in the snow.

Harry disappears from public view until January, wanting to close out the year in private. He does, however, decide to share a photo of the three of you sitting under the tree on Christmas. You’re grinning at the camera, leaning close to Harry. Beau is sitting in your lap, fuzzy antlers sitting atop his head. His entire body is turned towards Harry, big brown eyes glittering as he stares as his dad and reaches for him with tiny hands. Harry’s smiling so wide his eyes may as well be closed, his face flush with nothing but pure joy.

He captions the photo: Christmas Morning. Harry’s House. December, 2022. It gets 10 million likes in 24 hours.

2. christmas with young harry (from this blurb!)

“Y/N!” You hear someone call out distantly from your bedroom window. “Y/N!”

The voice gets closer, and you realize it belongs to Harry. Abandoning the notebook you were currently writing in, you cap your pen and run down the stairs. Once you’ve turned the corner into your living room, though, you see that your parents have already let him in. Harry waves at you from the front door, pulling off his shoes and dusting snow off of the knit beanie resting atop his head. He hands a tin of what could only be Christmas cookies to your mom, and she pulls him into a hug.

“Happy Christmas,” Harry grins, “Mum said she liked the cookies best plain, but I think they’re better with warm milk.”

“We’ll have to try them both ways, then,” your dad responds, clapping Harry on the back. “Happy Christmas, H. Did you bike here?”

“Yeah,” Harry responds a little breathlessly. You notice that his cheeks are more pink than usual due to the cold, and the parts of his hair that weren’t covered by his hat were curling in all different directions, blown out of place by the wind. “Wanted to give Y/N her present before dinner.”

“How lovely!” Your mom coos in response, “We’ll leave you to it. Don’t forget to keep your door open, Y/N!”

Harry laughs while you roll your eyes exasperatedly at your mom. The two of you head upstairs, him trailing slightly behind you with a careful hand on your waist. You hadn’t realized earlier, but he’s wearing a backpack. It looks rather full, like the zippers are about to burst from the size of whatever he’s stuffed inside it.

“What are you planning on giving me, a bomb?!” You joke, poking at the bag’s exterior.

“Shut up!” Harry groans, “of course not! I couldn’t bring a bigger bag with me on the bike, so like, I had to make do.”

“Only joking,” you giggle, opening the door to your bedroom. Harry takes off his jacket and hangs it on the back of your desk chair before flopping onto your bed. He’s wearing a navy-colored crewneck that’s too big for him, and the sleeves go past his hands. His skin is still flushed from the temperature outside, and you think he looks absolutely adorable like this, all cozy in your room. You sit across from him and tangle your legs together. The two of you have been together for almost four months now, thanks to your friends leaving you in a room alone and basically forcing you to confess your feelings to one another at the end of the summer, but you can’t help but still be a little awkward. Harry’s your first boyfriend, and you’re still trying to make sense of the magnitude of what you feel for him. It scares you a little, how much you’ve started to care for him and how you find yourself wanting to know more about him always, from the big things down to the tiny mundane details of his life. But it also brings you comfort, knowing that you can hold so much fondness for someone else, and have those same feelings be reciprocated.

The two of you have been looking forward to Christmas—you got together too late in the year for Harry to be able give you what he had called a proper, boyfriend birthday gift, and Harry has yet to celebrate his own in February. Both of you were excited to exchange gifts as a couple for the first time, somehow, they just meant so much more to you now that your relationship had evolved beyond just friendship. October had barely ended before you started thinking about his gift. You wanted it to be absolutely perfect.

“Were you doing homework before you came?” Harry asks incredulously. He must’ve caught a glimpse of your notebook when he set his backpack down. “How do you still have work left to do?”

“It’s for next term,” you reply sheepishly, “I got bored and wanted to plan out the classes I’m taking starting January... I figured I might as well get a head start while I’m home...”

“Ever the bookworm,” Harry looks at you fondly, reaching over to ruffle your hair. You loved that about him, the fact that he never made you feel badly about anything you did. Between the two of you, you were definitely the more academically-inclined one. While you sat diligently at the front of class taking notes, your boyfriend preferred to sit near the back, cracking jokes until your teacher got annoyed and focusing more on making the setlist for his band’s latest gig, instead of his assignments.

“Wonder if I can convince you to do my homework for a month as a gift,” Harry pulls you closer to him, cupping your face in his hands. He’s about to kiss you when you turn around suddenly, forcing his lips to meet only your cheek.

“No can do,” you smirk when he pouts at you, obviously disappointed that his act of affection didn’t go as originally planned. “We both know you’re meant for bigger things than school, H, but you just need to stick it through for a few more months and before you know it, you’ll be all done with GSCEs.”

“I suppose,” Harry huffs childishly, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning up at you. You kick at his arm with a socked foot, giggling at him. He reaches for your hand and unzips his backpack, pulling out a large, misshapen object that’s been tied together with ribbon. You’re not sure what the gift is meant to be—the Christmas tree-patterned wrapping paper is folded and bent in ways you didn’t know were physically possible, and there’s several pieces of tape stuck to the sides of it, patched on in an attempt to cover places where the gift wrap had ripped.

“I wanted to wrap it myself,” Harry explains, pulling at a non-existent thread on his sleeve, “but it obviously didn’t go too well.”

You laugh as he hands the gift to you, looking sufficiently deflated. “You get full marks for effort.”

“Before you open it,” Harry adds, watching you pull at one end of the ribbon. “I tried my best to get you something you really wanted, but I didn’t know if, like, someone else had already bought it for you, or anything... so there’s a receipt in there for you to exchange it for something else if you’d like.”

“Don’t be silly,” you reassure him, taking extra care to tear the paper carefully. The gift feels delicate in your hands, as if the item inside were made of something soft and pliable. You pause on opening the present for a moment to press a gentle kiss to your boyfriend’s knuckles: the last thing you’d want is to make him think you’d ever be disappointed in anything he gifted to you.

You finally manage to pull away at the gift wrap and tape, and your hands land on a cream-colored cardigan. You gasp and look at Harry, who’s looking between you and the object in your hands fondly, like he’d known exactly how you’d react all this time.

“There’s no way...” you say, turning the cardigan over in your hands, running your fingers along the careful stitches and admiring the tortoiseshell buttons. “But this is so... it costs so much... how?!”

Harry smiles at you, watching you unbutton the sweater carefully. “Well, I remember how much you liked it when you tried it on in the shop, so I worked some extra shifts at the bakery at the beginning of Christmas hols. I made Gem drive me down to the city yesterday and got it for you. It took a lot of convincing. She’s making me do her laundry for the next month.”

“It’s so perfect,” you say sincerely, enveloping Harry in a hug. You wish you could stay like this forever, safe in the embrace of a boy who makes you feel so massively, his arms locked behind your waist and his heartbeat steady against your chest. “I love it so much. You’re just the best.”

“Glad you love it,” Harry says softly, kissing your forehead and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He watches you intently as you reach under your bed and procure a holiday-themed bag. You hand it to him, tapping on his knee while he plays with the tissue paper inside.

“Your turn.”

“Did you gift me a bomb?” Harry jokes, weighing the bag in his hand and pretending to drop it because of how heavy it is.

“Like I’d kill you off after that incredible present you just got me,” you retort, kicking at him impatiently. “Enough stalling. Open it!”

Harry pulls away at the tissue paper and pulls out a large vinyl record, covered in plastic wrap. He shakes his head and looks at you with wide eyes. “Y/N. You didn’t.”

“I did,” you reply, grinning at him as he continues staring at you in amazement. Over the summer, Harry’s parents had accidentally donated his copy of Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours to a charity shop along with a box of his old clothes. You knew how much that record meant to him, so you’d gone to a small record shop the last time you were in the city and picked up a replacement.

“Y/NNNNN,” he drags out your name dramatically, peppering your face with chaste kisses.

“Come on, look at the bottom of the bag, there’s more,” you say, playing with his hair. Somehow, the two of you had ended up shifting closer and closer to each other in your excitement, and now you’re basically sitting on top of Harry, eagerly waiting for him to finish opening his gift.

“No way, two gifts?” Harry clutches his chest dramatically, “you must really like me.”

He pulls out a book from the bag, checking to make sure there’s nothing else inside that he’d accidentally overlooked. The cover is made of linen and bound together with ribbon. Stuck to the front is a polaroid of the two of you on Harry’s bike, you sitting behind him as he poses for the camera, both of you brandishing massive scoops of mint chocolate ice cream.

“What is this?” Harry whispers, flipping through the pages. Each page is covered in memories of the two of you, filled with pictures and tiny souvenirs from places you’d gone together.

A picture your mom had taken of the two of you asleep on the living room couch, your head enveloped in Harry’s chest. There’s a blanket covering the two of you, and in the distance, a TV is playing the ending of The Notebook--you’d obviously fallen asleep before getting to the best part.

A ticket stub from the first concert you’d gone to together. You still remember how you felt that night, colorful lights streaming down from above as music filled your ears, Harry dancing and singing loudly from right next to you.

A picture you took on your computer when the two of you were meant to be studying together in the school library, Harry sticking his tongue out at you while you flip him off playfully.

A picture your friends took of the two of you holding hands on the bus. The two of you dancing in Harry’s garden. The two of you running through a corn maze at the local farm. Harry waving at you from outside your bedroom window. A photobooth strip of the two of you: a vignette of him looking at you, a vignette of him turning your chin towards him, a vignette of your lips meeting.

“I figured, next year, when you’re off to the X-Factor and you get all big and famous, you can keep this with you when you’re away and it’ll remind you that I’m always thinking of you,” you say shyly. “You know, so you don’t forget me while you’re away.”

“How could I ever forget you?” Harry asks, and his voice is so sincere that it cuts straight to your heart. “I’d never get big or famous enough to forget about you. But this book, Y/N, it’s amazing. It means so much to me that you made this for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Mhm,” you respond, smiling at him.

“Of course, you’re going to feel silly when they send me home right after auditions, and it’s back to me being your average boyfriend.”

“That’s not going to happen,” you say, and you mean every word of it. “Whole country’s gonna know your name soon.”

“Well, then I couldn’t be more grateful that you were the first one to know,” Harry says, pulling his phone out from his pocket. “Let me take a picture of us and tweet it to my two fans.”

You laugh then, and run your fingers through your hair to tame it. You pull yourself into Harry’s chest and he brings his phone out in front of the two of you. He kisses the top of your head, smiling through the action, and the digital camera clicks. You watch as he attaches the photo to a tweet and begins to type up a caption.

Christmas with my number one fan. Lucky she doesn’t know I’m her biggest fan, too. 

Harry presses send on the tweet and locks his phone. For now, no one sees it except for his sister, and the four other friends who actually follow his Twitter account. But twelve years later, when the whole world knows his name, a fan will find the tweet on his account, buried under thousands of other messages, and tag him in it. He’ll open it in the morning, with you asleep still beside him, and smile to himself as he remembers your first Christmas together. He’ll pull you a little closer as snow falls silently outside, brush your hair aside and listen to you breath steadily in his arms. He’ll lean in and whisper, Told you I could never forget you, and count himself lucky for all the holidays he’ll get to spend for the rest of his life with you right there beside him.

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The Ties that Bind - Chapter 5

Anyone fancy a bit of Monday heartbreak? 😢

So I'm fairly certain this is the penultimate chapter, I've got an insane week at work this week so I wanted to get this posted so I could start fresh once I recover from real life 😅

Enjoy, let me know your thoughts!

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CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4

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Chapter 5

What appeared as twilight from the safety of the kitchen, was more like the depths of night outside. The air was cool and they’d both left the house in only the clothes they were wearing. Seren still had sneakers on, but David was in slippers. They ran into the nearest field, the grasses were as high as Seren’s shoulders in places and the ground uneven. The crops slapped her face and neck as she ran, feet pounding into the soft ground. Deep in the field, David pulled her down.

“I need to get hold of First Desk. Do you have your phone, did you call him?” He asked. Seren felt her pocket, her face ashen in the moonlight.

“Shit. Shit, it’s gone. Oh god, what the hell do they want? What the hell is First Desk?” She hissed. 

“They want me. I’m afraid River and I haven’t been entirely honest with you. But there’s no time for that, we need to keep going. You know the furthest barn?” Seren nodded. “Get there, don’t wait, just go.”

“I’m not leaving you behind.”

“You will if I damn well tell you to.” David instructed.

“I will not and you can’t make me. Let’s go.” Seren gripped the iron poker tighter in her hand and rose to her feet. They both moved off as fast as they could, the barn a few hundred meters away. As they ran further and deeper into the field, David struggled. His feet slipped inside his slippers and the ground got more boggy. She took his hand and pulled him with her. “Come on, come on,” she begged. “I've got you.” She could hear voices behind them, keeping their distance on the edges of the field. 

“You must go, get the First Desk and tell them we're compromised. Tell them to send that new chap, Lamb, I've heard he's handy in a sticky spot.” Seren's heart fell as she realised she'd lost him to the confines of his mind. 

“We can get there together,” she cringed as she attempted to play along, “First Desk are way out of my league.”

“True enough. You don't have clearance anyway.” Clearance? Her mind ran, desperately unable to keep up with wherever David was and their actual situation. “We need dogs here as soon as they can, and likely a clean up team.” Seren felt her breathing shallow and her eyes filled with tears. She swallowed and tried to regain control, tried to inhale fully and steady herself. She could feel the creeping terror of a panic attack trying to edge its way into her mind but was determined to keep it at bay. 

“Let's keep going, we're nearly at the barn.” She half dragged him the last hundred metres and pulled at the door. The barn was filled with hay bales at various heights, Seren breathed a sigh of relief that there were no unruly farm animals. They pulled the door closed together and she tucked David safely behind a stack a few rows in. She went to check how closely they'd been followed. She hoped the thieves hadn't bothered giving chase, a ransacked house was one thing but she wasn't sure how she'd explain to River if David was injured - or worse. As she rounded the corner to see if there was a way to barricade the door, it swung open. Seren hid behind the nearest hay bale and held her breath. The man whistled as he entered, casually peering around the large barn as if he had all the time in the world. Seren held the poker tightly in her hands and she moved silently deeper into the barn. The man started to lunge around corners, trying to catch her out, make her jump. 

“No point dragging this out, get out here and bring the old bastard with you.” He taunted. Seren's blood ran cold. She could hear him closing in on the stack she hid behind and felt a desperate need to get him further away from David, as far away as she could. As he rounded the corner, she aimed the poker at his midsection, swinging it like a bat. The impact sent vibrations through her hands and up her arms. The poker dropped to the floor alongside the man who dropped to his knees. Seren ran for the door. If she could lead him out and away, she could keep David safe. Or safer. She flew past him, feet pounding on the dusty floor, he wasn't far behind though and as she reached the wide space in front of the open doors, he grabbed her ankle and she hit the ground face first. Winded by the fall, she groaned into the dirt. She rolled onto her back and scrambled to her feet, balling her hand into a fist, she threw a punch to his jaw. She quickly realised her error as pain shot through her hand and the thumb she'd captured between her palm and fingers. He shook off her punch and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her high enough that her tiptoes scraped the floor looking for purchase. Black started to creep into the edges of her vision as his hand tightened and her breathing was more constricted. She could feel her consciousness slipping away, and then she heard a female voice. 

“Oh for god's sake Duffy, put the girl down. I thought we were going for low key?” The man brought her down a fraction.

“Put her down now!” David bellowed, hitting the man on the back of the head with the handle of his pistol. Seren tumbled to the floor, the man dropping her as he clutched at the back of his head. The woman spoke up again. 

“Gun down please, David.” She said sternly. Seren clutched her throat, still unable to drag enough air into her lungs. The panic attack and hyperventilating she'd managed to stave off were beginning to take hold. Somewhere in her semi consciousness she heard more voices and an overhead light came on. She hid her face in her hands, blinking away the bright light. 

“Isn't this all a bit much Di?” 

“Fuck off, Lamb, we had this under control.”

“Grandad, please put the gun down.” 

“Don't make me laugh, you can't control your own bowel movements, Duffy. Diana, this is an overreaction and you know it.”

“Can you both stop bickering, I do not have the energy for this.” Nestled amongst the raised voices and arguing which she could barely hear over the sound of her ragged breathing and the blood rushing in her ears, Seren heard a familiar voice. A body crouched down next to her, lifting her to sit more upright. 

“Come on darling girl, sit up.” She saw two David's in her eyeline and shook her head.

“Two of you,” she croaked, her breathing still not under control. 

“That'll be the lack of oxygen, can you breathe more deeply?” David placed his hands on her upper arms and tried to encourage her to slow down. In the corner of her eye, she saw the man who'd choked her with a gun pointed at David. 

“No, no,” she tried to shout. She shuffled to her feet and tried to put herself between the gun and David. 

“Fucks sake, can we decide what the fuck we're doing here?” The man growled, the gun firmly aimed at Seren. 

“What the fuck, Duffy? Put the fucking gun down.” Seren soon had River's body between her and the gun and found herself looking at the rough pattern of his jacket. He had an arm pushed out behind him, keeping her hidden by his body. She swayed on the spot and felt David gently guide her back to the floor. With her eyes adjusted to the light and her breathing steadily becoming more even, Seren started to pay more attention. River still had his back to her, David sat by her side. 

“Let's put the dog back in his cage eh, Di? Seems the old bastard has his faculties for now so shall we try and talk like grown ups?” A bedraggled looking man standing near River spoke up. 

“Suddenly the voice of reason, Lamb?” The man they called Duffy sneered. 

“Well yeah, actually, I'm bloody hungry. A man's gotta eat.” 

“Shut up both of you.” The woman said sharply. She was dressed impeccably, despite their location. She looked around the standing bodies to David. “Are you with us, Cartwright?”

“I am currently, Diana, yes. Though I can't guarantee for how long. I assume you're here to kill me?” David patted Seren reassuringly on the shoulder and got to his feet. The woman hummed. 

“It was my intention, yes. It's becoming increasingly apparent that you don't have the mental capacity to keep certain things quiet any longer.”

“It's true, my mind is not what it once was. But I've given nothing away, the girl is evidence of that. She's completely in the dark.”

“Until now.”

“Yes, well, blame your dogs for that. Watching us for months, putting us on edge.” They fell silent. 

“Where do we go from here then?” The scruffy man asked, lighting a cigarette. “Would you like us to shoot you once you've had it, Di?”

“No I bloody would not.”

“Bit of a dick move expecting the old bastard to get it then? And I don't even like him.”

“Your opinion is noted, Lamb.”

“Ma'am, may I-” River started.

“Fucking hell Cartwright, we were just getting somewhere.” Lamb interrupted. 

“Let him speak, River has my power of attorney, I trust him to speak for me.” David said wearily. The woman rolled her eyes and gestured for River to continue. 

“He's right, he's not given up any information even on his worst days. Please,” he pleaded, “please don't kill him. Can we have a service approved carer? Regular reviews, anything?”

“Lamb?”

“Don't look at me, I want fuck all to do with this.”

“But you agree with the suggestion?”

“If you kill him, you're setting a precedent for how you or I will be treated when we lose our marbles. I for one want to die drunk in bed covered in Chinese takeaway, not shot by this moron.” He pointed at Duffy. The woman looked at her watch impatiently.

“Fine. But if anything goes wrong, it comes back on you, Cartwright, and he,” she pointed at David, “won't be able to save you this time.” River nodded obediently. 

“Yes ma'am, understood.”

“I think we're done here. Clean up the fallout Cartwright.”

“No more dogs?” Lamb asked. The woman hesitated and he looked pointedly at her. 

“No more dogs, you have my word.”

“Glad we're all in agreement, now fuck off Duffy.” Lamb clapped his hands and shooed the other man toward the door. The woman and Duffy left, leaving Seren with the two Cartwrights and Lamb. 

“The girl needs hospital.” Lamb told River. 

“‘m fine,” she shook her head, making it ache again. He knelt down in front of her, Seren could see his sallow skin and greasy, lank hair. He looked at her neck, mottled with purple bruises, and her hand, swollen and misshapen. River watched over them, he still hadn't spoken to or approached Seren himself. 

“You need x-rays. Your thumb is broken and you need your wrist strapping up. Go alone,”

“She's not going alone.” River stated.

“Want to be arrested for beating up your girlfriend?” Lamb asked, “cos that's what they'll think.” He turned back to Seren, “you go alone. Tell them you were mugged and a police liaison officer will be taking a statement tomorrow. Then get yourself off home, plenty of painkillers and some sleep. Cold water for your throat.” He stood back up. “We, gentlemen, have got some shit to work out.” 

“Can I at least take her to the hospital?” River asked. Seren could feel the anger bubbling up, sick of being called ‘girl’ and ‘her’.

“Drop her at the door, you'd better come back with food.” 

“I'm not going anywhere until someone explains what the fuck just happened?” Seren said as loudly as she could manage. The men fell silent. “River?” He looked between Seren and Lamb, loyalties torn. “This is ridiculous,” she turned to David who looked exhausted. Despite her anger, she couldn't help but want to help him. “Come on, let's get you home.” She took his arm with her good hand and led him slowly outside. River's car was abandoned outside with the doors wide open and the engine running. She helped David into the front seat and sat in the back waiting for the others. It was a matter of seconds back to the house along the gravel track. With River trying to catch her eye in the mirror, Seren wished she'd put David in the car and walked. She needed time to process what she'd heard and seen, but her anger was too great to ignore and she had too many questions to walk away. In the house, Seren assessed the damage. The back door had been kicked in and the route from the back door to the front door looked like the path of a tornado. Lamb started opening cupboards. “There's food in the fridge.” She told him, sinking into the armchair in the kitchen. She was freezing, so she pulled her hoodie (River's hoodie) from the back of the chair and slipped her arms into it, pulling it around her. David came in from the sitting room with the whiskey decanter while River followed with glasses. He handed her a tumbler with a few generous fingers of single malt in the bottom but she couldn't bring herself to look at him. She stayed in the armchair, legs pulled up like a shield while the others sat around the table. Lamb tucked into the pie she'd made earlier. 

“So, what do you want to know?” David asked. 

“Everything. How long have you been lying to me?” Her throat hurt, her voice was low and husky. David shook his head.

“It wasn't a lie,” he stressed. 

“We're MI5.” River told her. Across the table Lamb leaned back in his chair and threw up his hands. 

“So much for anonymity.” River ignored him. 

“This is my… boss.”

“The woman? And the thug?” 

“Everyone's boss. She's interim head of MI5. He is actually just a thug, we call them dogs. They're usually carrying out her dirty work.” Seren stared at him. 

“The dogs? You brushed me off when I told you what David said-”

“I know. I was wrong.”

“Fucking hell, Cartwright, it must be love if you're admitting you were wrong about something.”

“Love?” David queried. 

“Do you mind?” Seren snapped at Lamb. “I think we've more important things to discuss.”

“I like this one, she's feisty.”

“Fuck you.” She glared. 

“Got a bit of heartburn, better not.” 

“So what, why was she here?”

“They thought it easier if I were dead. I once had Diana Taverner's job. I have a lot of information, a lot of secrets that they don't want escaping as I deteriorate.”

“That's true? They came to kill you?” She was incredulous, it sounded too far-fetched to be true. “And you knew? You knew we were in danger?” She turned to River. He went to speak but she got there first. “So what the fuck was I? Collateral damage?”

“No! God, no. Seren I didn't mean for you to be in any danger-” Seren stood up abruptly and downed her drink. Already unsteady on her feet, the alcohol didn't help. “Wait, you can't drive, let me take you?”

“I'm fine.”

“Seren, please?”

“I'd listen to him. I don't tend to, but I can't see you making it to the hospital on your own steam.” Lamb pointed out. Her shoulders dropped, she knew he was right. “Get back here sharpish. No dawdling.” He warned River. 

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In the car, Seren sat as close to the door as she could get and stared out of the window. River watched her carefully, only taking his eyes off her when the road demanded his attention. 

“I'm sorry,” he said quietly, grateful that they were finally alone and he could speak freely. She didn't respond. She cradled her bad wrist in her good hand, she was shivering so he turned up the heat. As she turned slightly to acknowledge the extra warmth, he could see the tears in her eyes. She swallowed thickly, trying not to let them fall, but the pain in her throat made her grimace. They pulled up at the hospital, the bright lights of the A&E department bursting through the darkness. He reached out to place a hand on her thigh and when she flinched, his heart sank. “I'll pick you up when you're done?”

“I don't have my phone-”

“Here, take mine,” he scrambled in his pocket. 

“I don't want your phone, or a lift, or anything to do with you.” She finally turned to look at him. “Don't contact me.” She looked completely betrayed.

“If that's what you want-” the car door slammed and he watched her slowly make her way to the entrance. He dragged his hands over his face and up into his hair, trying to shake off the desperate heartache of watching her walk out of his life. He sniffed and nodded firmly to himself. Time to clean up the fallout, like he'd been told. At the house, neither Lamb nor the elder Cartwright had made any attempt to straighten out the mess Duffy had made. Under duress, David had agreed to a service approved and chosen carer who would report weekly to Lamb and Taverner and daily to River. He would no longer be assessed by his own GP, but by a private MI5 doctor and he would undergo rigorous bi-monthly tests to track his health more closely. By the time Lamb left, River wasn't sure David had an ounce of privacy left - something he knew Seren would have advocated for. He wondered if he'd given up David's freedom too easily but decided, in the absence of Seren's guidance, that it was either this or give up David's life. He knew which he preferred.

“I'm proud of you my boy.” David told him as River helped him into bed. 

“I didn't do anything.” 

“You came when we needed you. How's Seren?” River shrugged. 

“She doesn't want anything to do with me. With us.”

“She'll come around.” 

“I don't think she will.”

“You like her?” River looked away, “I may be old but I'm not stupid. I heard two people climb the stairs a few weeks ago. And I heard that bloody car of hers leave at some ungodly hour. The way you look at her, I used to look at Rose like that.”

“Sorry grandad,” River sighed.

“I'm not angry. She's good for you. For both of us.”

“Yeah well, not anymore. We start again with someone new.” David frowned. 

“We'll see about that. Get some rest.”

“You too old man. G'night.” River closed the door quietly and set about clearing up the mess. He wedged the back door closed as best he could, swept up broken glass and righted everything that had been knocked over. He found Seren's phone in the front porch, her bag in the kitchen, her book in the sitting room. She was scattered around the house, hair ties by the kitchen sink, a notepad on the coffee table, her favourite chocolate in the fridge. He left everything where it was, apart from the phone which he put by her bag, then he fell into a dreamless sleep on the sofa. He was woken by shuffling sounds from the kitchen and hushed voices. Bleary eyed, he wandered in to see Seren handing a taxi driver a tenner from her purse. The man thanked her and left, raising his hand in a wave to River as he did. Seren spun around to face him.

“Thought you'd be asleep.”

“How are you?”

“Sprained wrist, broken thumb, bruises.” 

“Your body combat teacher will be chuffed.”

“I dick around in a dark room pretending to punch stuff. I've never actually hit anyone before.” She muttered. 

“You look tired.”

“Thanks, you look like shit too.”

“Why don't you get some sleep in my room?”  Seren raised an eyebrow, “alone, I mean.” She shook her head. 

“I need to go,” she took her bag and keys from the table, shoving her battered phone in her pocket. “Tell him I said goodbye.” Her voice cracked and he reached for her, placing a gentle hand on her arm. 

“Seren-” he said softly. By the time she turned back to him, she'd regained her composure though the tears she'd tried to hide rolled down her cheeks.

“Don't say my name like that. Don't speak to me like I mean anything to you. You've made me a fool. I knew I shouldn't have let you win me over, I knew I should have stayed out of your way. I don’t want to see you again, goodbye River.” She pulled her arm out of his grasp and left him on the kitchen doorstep as her car spluttered to life and roared down the drive.

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I would love to see moments when harry and 1dbandmate!yn were jealous of each other and fans noticed

oh lovie where do I even begin?

I think we underestimate the power that the 2013 meet and greets had over the two of them.

YN always had to push down the unwelcome turn in her tummy when some female fans asked if Harry could kiss their cheeks or pretend that he was proposing to them for their photos. And while it was fun for her and the rest of the boys to do their own silly poses, why did she feel so...possessive?

Like when the group of fans leave and the band gets a minute to recuperate before the next group comes in, she finds herself drifting over to his side, making silly comments just for him to talk to her, or even going as far as to put a hand on his wrist as she spoke for some form of physical contact.

Who was she?

Unknowingly, Harry would get that bitter taste on his tongue when attention was flipped.

There was one time when a group of fans came into the room, each taking their turn to initially introduce themselves to the band and vice versa. But out of the group of girls, the one fanboy stayed talking with YN. He was really trying to stay focused on whatever the two fans were telling him but he couldn't keep his eyes from flicking over their shoulders to his crush as she talks with the guy with so much expression, a smile glowing on her face with hands moving lively as she gets into a deep conversation.

And when it's time to take some pictures, he has to watch with a clenched jaw as YN wraps an arm over the guy's shoulder before he tucks his arms underneath her back and legs to lift her bridal style. He feels the heat rise to his chest as he sees this guy's fingers touch the exposed skin of her torso and how she tilts her head closer to his.

He holds his smile for the flashing camera for as long as he can, but it falters a bit when he sees the fan whisper something to her, she nods and before he knows it, the guy presses a kiss to her cheek.

The worst part is that she lets out a laugh when his crusty lips touch her delicate skin like she's actually enjoying the physical attention she's receiving. And when all the pictures are taken, as Harry wraps his arms around the fangirl, he sees the way YN has her chin digging into the guy's shoulder as she embraces the fan, swaying side to side like she doesn't want to let him go.

...

And do you guys remember the time when a fan asked Harry if he can be her first kiss?

YN just finished signing a CD when she hears the lines of fans erupt in screams. She turns her head down the row of where her bandmates are sitting to see how Harry has a girl's jaw cupped in his hands and his lips pressed to hers.

While the rest of the boys whistle, cheer, and pump their fists at his actions, she stays back in her seat and fiddles around with her pen until she had to slap a bright smile on for the next fan who slid in front of her.

And when it was time for the band to take their final group pictures in front of the table they did their signing, Harry stands waiting for YN to drift her way over to him...but she never does. He sees the way she maneuvered herself so that Niall can stand in between them.

Fans who stood by the edges of the stage were able to capture the way when Harry put his fingers over hers behind Niall's back, she immediately moves her hand to lay over the blonde lad's shoulder instead.

...

Another time during the same tour, the band is all lined up at stage as they get ready to sing Rock Me.

After yelling for the crowd to put their hands up, he looks over to YN out of habit but sees that he doesn't easily catch her gaze. Instead, she's looking out to the audience--someone in particular by the barricade. As she demonstrates clapping her hands above her head with the rest of the band, she has a sly smile on her face before looking away from the cute guy there.

It's hard to ignore how Harry seems a little flustered that he's not getting her attention like usual. She's giving that guy her cheeky smiles and her role of the eyes instead of Harry.

The swelling feeling of jealously builds back up in the pit of his stomach when she takes her microphone from the stand as they sing the chorus. With a hand still on her stand, she slowly lowers herself with a slight swing on her hips as she sings those provocative lines to the guy.

The fans can clearly see how Harry does his air punches with more aggression and the way he looks to his bandmate with a crease in between his eyebrows. That was also the time when fans noticed he mouthed the words "fuck me" instead of "rock me."

...

The 2020 Brit Awards was the first major event that the two went to together as an official couple after their relationship was exposed.

Later on in the night after the red carpets and performances were over, the couple sat side by side at their designated table. As the two were talking, YN feels a hand on her bare shoulder. A bright smile lights up her face when Abel stands before her and she quickly backs up her seat to wrap her arms around the artist.

Fans filling up the filler seats in the upper sections of the venue have been filming the couple the entire night and there's no way they didn't capture the way Harry stays in his seat as he watches his love talk with another guy.

They see the way he looks around at the people around the table, how he tentatively rubs his finger under his nose, and straightens up in his seat, tugging sharply on the front of his blazer. After YN bids goodbye to the other artist, Harry does so much as lazily throwing up a hand with a nod of his head.

Once his love sits back down, he casually grips the bottom of YN's chair and slides her closer to him, throwing an arm over the back of the chair. She puts her hands on the table to stabilize herself and widens her eyes at her boyfriend. The fans don't know what YN tells him but she says it with a smile. They see how she grabs a hold of his chin and leans over to press a kiss on her boyfriend's cheek before moving her chair even closer.

They don't know if he said anything back in response but he does move his hand to lay on her bare shoulder, the same side the artist touched.

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[your-averagewriter]

Follow You.

Summary/request: I would like to request an Oli Sykes x F!reader, ( can she be younger than him?) where they are in a semi secrete relationship ( like you have to really stan the group/him to know that because they are so lowkey). Oli/BMTH has been on tour for a while now and reader starts missing him a lot so she decides to surprise so to make sure it doesn't get spoiled she decides to buy her own ticket. So she has to stand in the queue, get through security and stuff like that. Some fans recognized her and asked for some pictures but she asked them to not post it until after the show. She also got distracted by the merch that she also bought and realized that now she has to stand at the barricade in the far side. And Oli is so shocked for a moment but he introduced her in a really cute way and he also sang follow you with her on stage and I'll leave the rest to you 🙂☺️

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: swearing, kissing

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“I miss you.” I whine through the phone, laying on my bed.

“I miss you too, darlin’.” He replies and I imagine him pacing around his changing room preparing for the show. “But we’re over half way through the tour now.” He tries to assure.

“Yeah, but the tour is really long! There’s loads of shows left.” I say, frowning but then I get an idea during the short silence. There’s still tickets for some of his shows and if they aren’t then I’m sure I could get a ticket anyway - being Oli’s girlfriend comes with a few perks, one being front row tickets to their shows.

“I’m sorry, love, but I’ve gotta go - the stage hand just came in and said it’s five minutes till we’re on.” He says but I can’t really contain my smile.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.” I quickly reassure. “I’ve gotta go too.” I say, smiling.

“Okay, I’ll call you after?” He asks and I check my watch.

“Tomorrow?” I ask, sweetly. “It’s already 1:00 am here.” I chuckle.

“Shit. Okay, get some sleep, okay?”

“Yeah, you too, love. Bye.” I hang up and immediately grab my laptop. I sign into ticketmaster and click through the different gigs, there’s one tomorrow which I couldn’t get to so I choose one about a week later. There’s no standing tickets left so I quickly call Dave, one of their manager/finacial guys who I’m friends with.

“Hey, could you get me a standing ticket to that America show I sent to you?”

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I drag my suitcase behind me as I leave the airport. The flight was long but I was sat by myself and just listened to some good music (it might have been Bring Me The Hoirzon because I really miss Oli but that’s not a necessary detail). I get into a taxi and make my way to the hotel I’m staying at, it’s not high end but I’m certainly not sleeping on the streets.

I haven’t checked my phone since I got on the plane as I was a bit stressed out because of all the baggage and airport stuff but I switch it back on and see countless missed calls from Oli.

Sitting in the back of the taxi I call him back. I keep it cool and don’t tell him about how I’m in America now.

The show is in a couple of days so I spend my spare time exploring America, making the most of the time I have here.

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Finally, it’s the day of the show and I get to the venue about 30 minutes before doors open and their were a surprising amount of people already here. But on the way I get distracted by the merch stall, obviously I had to go over to it and check it out. The young guy working there passes me the multiple items of merch I request and I hand him over the cash I owe for them. I get back in the queue and try to stuff all my products in my bag but I can’t fit them all in so I have to put on both the BMTH T-Shirt and the hoodie on top. I manage to get the rest in my bag but I see a couple of women (probably inin their early 20s) looking at me, or at least I think they are. After a few more minutes they come over to me with big smiles.

“Hey, you’re (y/n), right?” One of them asks and I nod.

“The one and only.” I chuckle.

“Can we get a photo?” The other asks.

“You want a photo… with me?” I ask, confused but they just nod eagerly. “Okay then.” I chuckle and they stand next to me. I wrap my arms around their shoulders as they take a couple of selfies.

“You’re so cool.” One of them says.

“What are your names? Seeing as you know mine.” They tell me their names: Hannah and Vivienne although she prefers Viv. “I love your eyeliner by the way!” I point out Hannah’s makeup. “How do you do that?” I ask, impressed.

I exchange numbers with them so that they can send me the photos.

“If you’re gonna post the photo please could you not post it until after the show?”

“Sure, but why?” Viv asks but Hannah gasps, interrupting her.

“Oli doesn’t know that you’re here!” She exclaims and I only smile in response.

We stand in the queue together for a while before doors open and we enter the venue but then we split up. I surprisingly meet a couple more people who ask for photos with me. I’ve never really been asked for a photos before so it was a bit weird.

Finally though I get to a good space (near the front like I planned) and I enjoy the support bands especially A Day To Remember because I'm secretly a big fan of theirs. I dance along and jump around and even mosh a little bit and I have so much fun but then, disappointingly, their set ends. But on a more positive note, that means BMTH will be on soon.

It gets too hot for the hoodie I bought earlier so I attempt to stuff it in my bag but before then I see one of their stage hands that travels around on your with them so I walk over to him with a smile and ask him if I can pop back stage to store my merch. He agrees as he knows me fairly well but I ask him not to tell Oli I'm here and he just smirks at me.

I head back to the floor, hands free and I stand on the far right of the stage at the barrier (much to my delight). I check out the BMTH top I bought earlier and it fits really nicely, it makes my figure look great but it's not really tight.

I wait patiently at the barrier not being able to contain my smile, thinking of the point when Oli sees me. But all the other fans at the barrier must be big BMTH fans too so they're also smiling - I blend in.

A few moments later and graphics start appearing on the board behind where the bands play. And the intro to Can You Feel My Heart? Starts playing and along with the rest of the fans I go a little crazy. I look over and see that a couple of other members see me in the crowd but I raise a finger to my lips signaling for them to not say anything.

A couple of songs later and Oli makes his way off the stage to walk across the barrier which isn't a rare thing, I've seen countless videos of him interacting closely with the fans at the front. I watch carefully and clap as he approaches where I am in the crowd.

He looks straight at me as he makes his way along the barriers and our eyes meet. Smiling at him I watch as his face lights up even more than it had before. He looks shocked which makes me chuckle but he quickly snaps out of it and jogs towards me.

His smile matches my along with a face of relief. He presses his forehead against mine and wraps his arms around my neck. I place a kiss on his lips quickly and a whispered confession.

"I missed you so much." I whisper to him but I can tell by his eyes he heard me.

It's as if the crowd's melted away and it's just us now but the crowd is going crazier than ever tonight.

"Come on." He beckons quietly by my ear so that I can hear him.

"Go up?" I ask confused, this was not part of the plan but he just nods. "Okay then." I say and he calls (with the help of a couple kind fans) lifts me up over the barrier and I end up in a bridal style carry.

I bury my face in his neck, embarrassed.

"Oli, put me down." I say as he carries me to the stage.

"C'mon, darlin'." He says with a toothy smile I simply can't resist.

He climbs up onto stage, somehow still carrying me in his arms but we make it to the center of the stage.

I chuckle nervously as I look out on the arena full of people, fans cheering for Oli. He puts me down gently but keeps his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"This… is (y/n), some if you may know her…" He trails off, placing a kiss on my cheek. "If you didn't you do now. She's…" I expect him to say girlfriend or partner but the rest of his sentence shocks me. "The love of my life." He announces to the hundreds of thousands of people and I look at him slightly shocked. "And I haven't seen her for weeks, months even." He says speaking to the audience but it feels like he's just speaking to me. "For this next song I want you to sing along with us as loud as you can." He looks to me with a sparkle in his eyes and I rest my head on his chest. "This song is called Follow You." He says and cheers erupt again.

The intro to the song starts playing and I look at him, nothing but adoration in my eyes. There is truly no one I'd rather spend my life with than this man and I couldn't be more glad that he feels the same.

He starts rocking slowly holding onto me and starts singing the song. Obviously I know the words to the song, I know all their songs but I don't sing along until he prompts me to with the lowering of the mike to my height.

I look at him doubtfully but he reassures me with his eyes so I start singing gently into the mike. This is definitely one of the best moments of my life.

In a short instrument only section of the song he turns around slightly and places one of his hands on my shoulders and one on my waist. I look at him confused as he starts to slow dance with me but I relax into it, resting my arms around his neck, draped over his shoulder and laying my head on his chest.

"I love you." I says and I smile.

"I love you too." I say and once again forget the crowd are even there.

At the end of the song I'm snapped out of the trance and look back at the crowd, the numerous phone lights and recording cameras that litter the audience. It's quite harsh to look at so I just look at Oli.

"(y/n) (l/n), everyone." He says, releasing me from his arms like a presentation. I smile meekly as the audience cheers and screams, it is overwhelming but in a good way.

"Thank you, everyone for letting this be such a special show and letting (y/n) be here as well." He says, sounding like it's the end of the show but this is only the fourth or fifth song.

"We'll be right back." He says before lovingly dragging me backstage. "You're fucking incredible." He says to me, once his mike is discarded. "I can't believe you." He says wrapping his arms around me, leaving little space for breathing. "Traveling to America, sneaking into one of our shows." He mock chastises.

"You know you love me." I say, my voice slightly muffled my his chest.

"I do, maybe a little too much, darlin'."

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

I loved the request, if any of you guys wanna request things like BMTH or similar then go for it!

[zadig-fate]

So, guys, my first time at the barricade was like going from the first colour TVs in the 1960s to a modern IMAX theatre. The show is so much more intense than being even a few rows back.

My queue bestie and I got to sing Umazane Misli with Bojan, like we wanted.

Despite that, this is the first time I've ever had a bad time at a Joker Out concert, and honestly I feel like shit right now, when usually after one of their shows I feel euphoric.

I was so fucking ashamed of the demanding behaviour of the crowd tonight (at least the first few rows) that I seriously thought about just sitting down and hiding behind the barrier for the rest of the show.

The constant screeching of their names during Novi Val by people who wanted one of the guys to draw them a fucking tattoo, or take their phone, or wanted to give them some useless crap, was my breaking point. It was so embarrassing. After that point I just couldn't feel happy anymore and was desperate for it to be over.

People were shouting at other people to stop throwing so much shit at them, or to stop screeching their names for attention during literally every break between songs (and through the entire length of Novi Val), and the whole situation stressed me out SO much, I just shut down completely.

This kind of situation would be stressful for me in any case, but I think I was feeling especially anxious about it today because my friend and I actually ran into the JO guys this afternoon (after getting our wristbands) at the Museum of the Warsaw Uprising, which deals with Nazi war crimes in Poland. We said hi, but they were clearly not feeling up to chatting with fans at that moment, so we just left it at that and moved on. (To be clear, they weren't rude and did talk with us briefly and thank us for coming to their shows, but sent polite signals that they preferred to be left alone, and we respected that.)

Idk, maybe I'm just overly sensitive. They're pros and surely used to managing all these demands on their attention by now. Maybe I'm reading too much into their mood earlier in the day. But I just feel really shitty at the moment for being part of such a rude and entitled audience and almost want to write them an apology letter for how poorly my fellow fans behaved tonight.

[pickinglilahs]

Blackeclipse for the soul

AO3 link if you prefer to read there Part 11; Part 12; Part 13; Part 14; Part 15 Now that family-fun-time is over 🙃, Back to our regularly scheduled programing

James was getting bad again.

Remus had hoped that the fight with Barty on Saturday was a one-off, but, of course, it wasn't. He knew for certain when he woke up alone for the third day in a row.

Once was fine.

Twice was a coincidence.

Three times?

Remus went down to breakfast alone and made straight for the Slytherin table. He put his hand on Regulus' arm and waited for the other boy to look at him.

After a moment, Regulus turned from his conversation with Evan to look up at Remus. His impulse smile faltered at the look on Remus' face. He stood abruptly, throwing a 'see you later' to his friends, took Remus' hand, and led him out of the hall.

Remus pulled Regulus down a side hall and into an unused classroom. He closed and locked the door behind them, putting up a privacy charm. Remus sighed and leaned back against the door.

Regulus had gone from concerned, to borderline panicking. Remus, looking up at him, realized his mistake.

"James is Bipolar."

Regulus frowned.

"And I'm pretty sure he's gone Manic."

Remus held his hand out for Regulus, who came willingly. The taller boy had come a long way in terms of physical contact. He almost always took their hands in the hall now, even leaning into them or kissing their cheeks. Of course, there were still days that he pulled away, that he wouldn't let James pull him into a hug, that he wouldn't let Remus kiss his cheek. But those days were becoming fewer and fewer as the days passed.

This was not one of those days. Regulus came without hesitation, wrapping himself around Remus, needing the extra bit of comfort after the panic Remus had caused him.

"Sorry," Remus muttered into his shoulder. "I just—" he sighed. "He's been doing so well lately and..."

Regulus pulled back far enough to look down at Remus. "You're going to have to start at the beginning Moonbeam."

Remus sighed again and nodded. He stared at Regulus' tie as he spoke, "Ever since first year, James has gone through periods of Manic and Depression. He would feel either too much or too little. Last year, we finally convinced him to talk to Poppy and now he takes potions to help regulate his emotions."

Regulus waited patiently as Remus collected his thoughts. He seemed to be debating on how to continue.

"He's been doing so well. It was hard while he was still adjusting but—" Remus shook his head and changed tactics. "The potions aren't foolproof; they aren't a cure. A few months ago, he got really depressed and barricaded himself in his bed."

He looked up at Regulus then, searching his face, trying to make him understand. "After his fight with Barty, I hoped—" Remus shook his head again. "He got too angry, and afterward, in the Shack, he got too upset."

There was a slight pucker forming between Regulus' brows. "But... That was days ago..."

Remus nodded. "He hasn't been in the room when I've woken up since then. Last night, he wasn't even there when I fell asleep. I don't know if he's been sleeping much at all."

Regulus nodded slowly, but his eyebrows were still drawn. "So, what do we do?"

A bitter laugh broke from Remus' chest, "There's nothing we can do. We just have to wait it out, make sure he's still taking his potions." Remus looked up sharply. "But don't tell him to take them. That'll just piss him off."

Regulus nodded.

"And—" Remus tightened his grip on Regulus, "The reason I'm telling you all this, and not making him tell you, is because he might say some things. Things he doesn't mean; things that can be hurtful; things that don't make sense. When he's manic, he can be all over the place. So, just, be prepared? I guess?"

Regulus nodded again, "Okay, Um..." He took a deep breath. "Is there anything else?"

Remus shrugged. "I don't know. Every time is different."

He was about to say something else, but there was noise from the hall outside. People were starting to head to class.

The boys stepped apart and Remus dismissed the privacy charms. Regulus kissed Remus' cheek before letting him open the door; the two stepped out and went to class.

~~~

Regulus came to sit with them at lunch.

James was scribbling madly on a piece of parchment and didn't even notice. He only looked up briefly when Regulus leaned into him and placed a kiss on his temple. James turned to give him a hasty smile before turning back to his parchment, quill never pausing.

He was practically vibrating.

Regulus looked over his head at Remus; Remus was watching James. Across the table, Sirius was talking with Kingsley but was also keeping one eye on James. Even Peter, who was over at the Hufflepuff table with Benji, kept looking their way.

Sirius caught Regulus' eye and he raised an eyebrow. Sirius just shook his head and looked away again.

Right.

Don't bring it up.

"Hey, Sunshine?" Regulus wasn't entirely sure what he was asking, but he felt the need to do something.

It took James a second, but he eventually looked over, quill finally pausing. "Yeah?"

Regulus made a decision. "You want to go for a run?"

James blinked at him. "Right now?"

Regulus shrugged. "Kind of want to stretch my legs."

Understanding lit James' face and a mischievous glint lit his eyes. "Let's go!"

Regulus smiled as James stuffed his things into his bag. He all but dragged Regulus from the hall and out the front doors. They made their way down to the forest, setting their bags down over by Hagrid's hut.

As soon as they were in far enough, both boys shifted and took off. Regulus let James set the pace.

They ran

And ran

And ran

Along streams, over rocks, under vines, around ponds.

Regulus might have been bigger and faster, but James seemed to have more endurance. More than once, he had to tackle James and force him to stop for a break.

~~~

It was getting dark before Regulus managed to herd James back in the direction of the castle. By the time they grabbed their bags and made their way inside, it was almost curfew.

Regulus made James carry him upstairs.

A few people in the common room gave them strange looks, but Regulus ignored them.

Remus was sitting up in bed doing homework when they entered. James set Regulus down and dived onto the bed. Remus, braced for impact, smiled as James sprawled across his lap. He went to brush hair out of James' face and wrinkled his nose.

"You're all sweaty, Sunshine."

James laughed and pushed himself up on his hands. He stole a kiss from Remus before rolling off the bed and heading for the bathroom.

Regulus came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt disgusting but also didn't want to leave.

"You can shower here if you want. Have Evan bring whatever books you need to breakfast." Remus was smiling at him knowingly.

Regulus gave him a tired smile in thanks before yawning.

Remus glanced at the bathroom door before lowering his voice and leaning over. "How was your run?"

Regulus leaned back on his hands and shrugged. "It was fun, but he definitely has more stamina than I do."

Remus laughed and Regulus smiled.

After a while, Regulus looked at the door and asked, "You said that he hasn't been sleeping, and today at lunch..." Regulus drifts off, not quite sure what he's asking. "What- I mean, have there been... other things?"

Remus looks to the door too before leaning closer again, "Yesterday, he got points deducted for yelling at Professor Trelawney. Then he smashed his crystal ball, and she gave him a detention."

"Trelawney? Gave him a detention?" Regulus had never heard of her taking more than five points from someone, let alone giving them a detention.

Remus nodded, "I know. Sirius said he threw it clear across the room."

"And he just—what?—took the detention and walked?"

Remus shrugged. "Sirius said he just grabbed his things and left. But he also told me that James has been night flying again."

Regulus frowns, "On the pitch? How has he not gotten..."

He trailed off as Remus's eyes snapped to the bathroom door.

Regulus looked too, and there was James. He was standing in the doorway in just his towel.

"Don't stop on my account. How has who not gotten what, Regulus?" He strode over to the bed, the challenge in his voice as clear as his crossed arms.

Regulus swallowed and Remus jumped in, "We were talking about your night flying. Regulus wants to stay the night and I told him not to worry if he woke up and you weren't here."

It was a good lie, and Remus delivered it so smoothly. Regulus almost believed him.

Almost

And James clearly didn't. Whether he had heard more of their conversation, or he just knew Remus' tells, James was shaking his head before Remus even finished.

"Don't lie to me, Remus. I know you guys have been talking about me." James' voice was hard, unforgiving in a way Regulus never imagined the other boy was capable of. "I know you snuck off this morning at breakfast too. What have you been telling him? That I'm crazy? That I'm broken? That-"

Something clicked in James' head. His gaze snapped from Remus to Regulus.

Remus used the pause to jump in. "You aren't broken, James! You know that! And you remember what happened Saturday?"

James' face went from cold to deadly. His voice dropped to a whisper, "Of course I remember. Why do you think I've been- No. It doesn't matter. Clearly, you don't trust me anyway, so why should I-"

Remus cut over him, "Of course, we trust you, James! You know we do!"

"Clearly not! Considering you had him 'take me for a walk' today!" He was yelling.

Remus held both his hands up, eyes on Regulus. James looked too and stormed out of the room, snatching up a pair of sweats on his way out.

Regulus had dissociated again. Remus took his hand and placed their Marks together as he had in the Shack.

It only took a moment for Regulus to meet his eyes, but, this time, they were welling with tears.

"He hates me," His voice was soft and terrified.

Remus pulled the other boy against him, laying them both down. "Of course, he doesn't, Starshine. He's just frustrated. Once he's cooled down, he'll come back and apologize."

Regulus just sniffed, burying his face into Remus' shoulder.

Regulus still needed to shower and send a message to Evan, but neither boy was willing to move.

Instead, they lay like that for a long while. Not sleeping but unwilling to move.

@starchasersunseeker @poetrypirate @niad4827 @bradley-95147-blog @shyshadows430

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | thirteen

*Ellie’s POV* “Ellie, you still haven’t answered me.” I looked up at Noah as we waited in line to get drinks before the show started. I didn’t have an answer for him because what happened between Matt and I was eating me up for some reason. I felt awful for breaking his heart to the point he left without saying goodbye to me. Yes he texted me saying he wanted space and wanted to forget what happened…why as I having a hard time with that?

“Let’s just enjoy tonight, okay? We can talk about it after.” He didn’t seem convinced but he also didn’t argue with me either. I ordered myself a double tequila soda while Noah just got a club soda with lime since he stopped drinking. I had to admit it was pretty admirable and I wish I had the willpower to do the same, maybe one day. I followed him and we right to the floor, getting me excited to see how close we were. Noah nodded at a security guard and passed him a badge I didn’t know he even had. The security guard studied it, gestured for us to follow him. I was really confused as he brought us towards a row of chairs that were blocked off in front of the stage and let us in.  My jaw dropped as I grabbed the barricade, I can’t believe I was going to be this close to the band. “How did you…” “Being in this industry has its perks.” He whispered in my ear as the lights went dark. I just bit my lip, he was still so full of surprises. The concert was everything I dreamed of and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face the entire time. The lead singer, Matty Healy smiled at us every time he walked by and he had the crowd in the palm of his hand. Noah and I forgot about our awkward conversation and enjoyed the night together. We danced and screamed the lyrics together and his hands would graze me from time to time. I stopped fighting it, I missed his touch more than I thought I did. 

Somebody Else starting playing and I could feel tears wanting to fall from the nostalgia. I played this song a lot last year and it always reminded me of Noah. I started to sing along to it and I felt Noah’s frame behind me. He wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on top of mine. I fell into his embrace as my eyes closed, feeling the low vibration of his voice as he sang along. The song was almost done and I felt his lips against my temple, making my heart melt. I turned my head slightly to kiss his cheek but I was met with his mouth. He spun me around, wrapping his hands on either side of my neck as kissed me even harder. We broke away and neither of us could wipe our smiles off our faces. The song ended and it sounded like I was underwater. The music disappeared and it felt as if we were the only ones in the room. I spend all year chasing that feeling and I finally had it back. 

“Ellie, it’s try again.” Noah softly said as he lowered his head to my ear. His lips found their way onto my neck, pressing against a spot that would make me say yes to anything, “I think we deserve another chance to be together.” After the show was over, we went back to my apartment. Not much was said on the way home, we were making out like teenagers in the back of the Uber. I left the driver a massive tip for being exposed to that. I sat down on my bed as Noah knelt in front of me, taking my shoes off. That tension from before was back and it filled my bedroom, along with an awkward, painful silence. “I’m still waiting for an answer from before.”

“I’m sorry.” I felt tears pricking my eyes. “I really believe that you’ve changed, but you need to understand that I have some doubt.” “I don’t think this about what happened with me.” He snapped. “You’re clearly hung up on Matt.”

Fuck, he could read me like a book, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Ellie, you don’t fool me.” He replied as he leaned against my wall, burning a hole through me with those dark eyes. “He left without saying goodbye to me this morning. It’s just hard to wrap my head around.” “Are you in love with him?” He asked with such a sadness in his voice, as I looked up at him I noticed his own eyes were glistening with tears. Seeing this hurt him was tearing me apart. “No.” “Ellie…” “I’m not!” I screamed as I stood up, staring right through him this time. “I want to be with you so desperately Elliot, but I don’t know if I can if you’re hung up on him. Someone I work with and consider a brother, by the way.” He huffed as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Why him?” “It just happened, I’m sorry.” I cried, mere inches away from him. His eyes locked on me like it was life or death.

“Tell me the fucking truth Elliot.” He was so angry, it was starting to scare me. His arms were crossed, towering over me as his eyes almost went black. I took a step back, only to fall onto into a heap on my bed. “Fine! I got with him to get back at you because you acted like such a fucking prick at the concert the other night. I thought if I did that I’d get over you but …” “You fell in love with him?” I shook my head, sitting back up as he stayed hovering over me. “I developed feelings for him, but not love. It wasn’t love.” “Who do you love?” He whispered, tipping my chin up so I could look at him. His hand ran down either side of my neck and stayed there, causing my breath to hitch. “You.” He applied pressure, “why don’t I believe it.”

“I can prove it if you’d prefer that.”

[rpfisfine]

more things from the linz show

i will preface this by saying i wasn't able to get the vip golden circle section of the floor when i was buying the tickets so i """"only"""" stood right behind the barricade that separated the vip section from the normal section of the floor and while i mourned quite intensely not being as close to the stage as i had originally hoped for a moment i'm now realizing i have pretty much nothing to complain abt bc the spot i got was still pretty amazing. the reason i'm saying this is that if any of this turns out to be inaccurate or feels lacking it's because there were times where i had a pretty suckass view of the stage bc someone's head was in the way and i'm 5'3 LOL. but like 75% of the time i was able to see everything & i had the best time at the show : -)

they took SO LONG to come onstage after inhaler came out which is understandable considering it's their first show after a slight break so everything has to be put in order again but it was still so confusing lmao we were cheering like 3 or 4 separate times while the sound technician guys were still bringing out gear every time it got slightly dark bc we thought this was finally it but it never was. idk if the length & the confusion was like amplified by the fact that my legs & back were actively killing me and i was starving and dying and desperate for them to finally come out but yeah. many such cases

this thing was briefly displayed during the sound checking at one point. is it like. a car wheel.

there was literally the weirdest deal with the security guys at the barricade. before the show started they brought out this huge tank of water with two long packs of paper cups & everyone around me pretty much concluded that like oh they're gonna hand out water to ppl if they feel thirsty. makes sense. but then when ppl started reaching out their hands asking for a drink the security guy would like start laughing and tell us that it isn't drinking water (?) plus there were other security guys coming over to tell him not to give us the water but when ppl begged rly intensely he would hand them a cup. like rly reluctantly & mostly ignoring the ppl right against the barricade & only giving it to the ppl in like the third or four row AND also laughing at us the whole time like this is the last one i'm giving you guys!!! at this point i had run out of my own water & couldn't leave my spot to go out and buy a drink so i didn't care abt anything and was one of the ppl who were reaching out their hands but he always ignored me even though he stood right in front of me LOL. fast forward to the end of the am show and there is a different security guy at the barricade and he's like giving water to EVERYONE who barely lifts a finger to ask for it no problem & no one is like actively preventing him from doing it anymore. so. literally no clue what that one was about

my honest reaction to inhaler after seeing them for the 1st time not knowing any songs: really good!!!!! very good energy. will admit that all the songs pretty much sounded the same to me but a couple of them stood out and during 'if you're gonna break my heart' a lot of us did the waving the phone flashlights thing and the photographer took a picture of us <3

there were two girls at the barricade next to me who looked like this 😐🙄😒 the entire time + only knew the lyrics to snap out of it & diwk + only got excited when they played a song off of am and one of them was actively browsing tiktok at several points during the show & i was like okay. what was even like the point of you coming to the show then why don't we all kill ourselves. but whatever

(also they literally just spent the show recording like 1 minute long videos of every song & blocking my view of the stage w the phones i wanted to shred and murder)

when they came out with sculptures i. had a moment. also he did the lifting the mic stand thing again as usual. Classic

brianstorm is insane live. we all know this. yet i still wasn't prepared like matt is quite genuinely a beast

alex was saying soooooo much stupid shit i’m forgetting a lot of what he said but most of it was just like shouting "LINZ!!!" he rly enjoyed that one. also he said "hello!!!" at one point as well as asking us like how we were doing and thanking us :-)

overall he seemed to be having a great time like he sounded genuinely excited & like obviously pleased at how enthusiastic the crowd was <3

when they got to the 'but it don't sound much like you' part in snap out of it i was wondering whether he'd say 'girl' or 'mama' but he said darling......

he announced crying lightning by just shouting "crying lightning!!" like. spitting straight facts i guess. same thing with pretty visitors but he didn’t shout that one he just like Said it. I guess

during the last verse before the solo in don't sit down he sang 'but just don't sit down because i moved your chair.........OVER THEREEEEEEEEE' IT WAS SOOOOOO MY JAW GENUINELY DROPPED HIS VOICE IS SO GOOD LIKE HOLY SHIT..

also what ppl have said aby his voice irl being higher than you'd expect is so true!!!! in a rly strange way it's not rly as deep as the videos make it out to be like there is a quality to the tone/pitch of his voice that doesn't really translate through like recorded footage. doesthat make sense

they played these short little instrumental interludes between the songs like they always do but at one point it genuinely sounded as if they were gonna play when the sound goes down. they didn't but honestly seeing how the rest of the show turned out i honestlyfinal think that would've been like the final nail to my coffin

ppl waved their arms during the pretty visitors chorus!!! (i also waved them)

SUCK IT AND SEE...............i'm honestly still in disbelief like it started out soooo slow and quiet and beautiful and sad and gradual without guitar it honestly took me like 7 seconds to even recognize the song bc out of all of the new additions to the setlist i was expecting to witness that song was NOT . one of them

after sias he said 'thank you linz..........sensational....' or sth to that effect i think. blushing and kicking my feet

i'm not joking when i say i'm literally like typing this through a mist of sweat bc i still haven't recovered but yeah immediately after sias ended he said sth like 'we'd like to play a song from our latest record called the car now' so I’m already SCREAMING like browsing the album in my head like okay big ideas i ain’t quite hello you maybe. and he goes 'it's called perfect sense' .

to make a long story short i barely got out of that one alive like hearing & singing 'sometimes i wrap my head around it all and it makes perfect sense' while being in the process of witnessing something you know you're gonna spend the next like six months actively trying to wrap your head around to make it make sense is UM.

ANYWAY. STAR TREATMENT WAS SOOOOOO INCREDIBLE & SO BEAUTIFUL i will forever defend it as the best version of the song there is unless they outdo themselves of course like the guitar arrangement is AMAZING. also the lights were sooooo pretty during it they like orbited the arch around matt's drumkit & illuminated the ceiling & everything......sooooo pretty + alex's voice was AMAZING

also i spent a few more hours brain searching and yeah i'm pretty sure he said 'i just wanted a jet ski for the moat' instead of 'i just wanted to be one of the strokes' at the beginning BUT i'm like 99% sure i heard 'i just wanted to be a jet ski on the moat' at first which i'm devastated isn't the case because that would be the silliest fucking thing ever but alas. it's still SO funny

jamie is such a king..................out of the 4 of them he was the one i had the best view of & he sat down to play the keyboard for two songs i think four out of five was one of them and 505 the other. and he SLAYED IT

NICK IS SO BEAUTIFUL.................................

everyone’s backing vocals were AMAZING

before they played fluorescent adolescent alex said sth like 'take it away, matthew...' EVERYONE SCREAMED SOOOOOOOO LOUD when they started playing the song the girls next to me were like covering their mouths in surprise & we all went completely insane

like genuinely the crowd was . DEAFENING at times esp during the bigger songs like i was actively shouting at the top of my lungs and i COULDN'T HEAR MYSELF. it was INCREDIBLE genuinely like it exceeded my wildest expectations my ears are still ringing