#which is nice and i smile every time im stoked to see readers around

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just saw that there's a monster in the hull update and realized i'd missed three of those........this + the audio are such treats giggling and kicking my feet about it fr. going to leave a comment on the fic itself but in the meantime needed to drop a letter on here to say i love the way you write billie--her loneliness, her thoughtfulness, distrust of yet attraction to emily and everything she represents........not to mention the way she's haunted by daud, the longing for a life she can't fathom and will never have !!! society if everyone gave billie the complexity she deserves. and your banter and prose are stunning as always lord everything abt this fic is so good. bringing wine to you on the deck to drink together about it in spirit and yes pun intended

🙏😭 thank you so so much I don't know what to say! that's amazingly kind of you ♥ its a genuine pleasure to like. double down on themes and nuance and less popular characters and just like. idk. trustfall into the fandom that there's people with taste like you, and you can invite them onto your metaphorical deck for wine and meaningful looks 🍷♥♥♥

re: billie - no one else in the dh universe comes close to whatever she has going on

hiding my thoughts about writing dh2 billie >

there's so much material to her!

i thought i'd never write for dishonored 2 (not derogatory - its my favourite game). its undoubtedly linear & doesn't have the mystery or grit of dh1 IMO.

but i saw lapin post that billie & emily comic, and i saw a few other people i respect mention billie/emily and it had me rotating them until the abjection/emily-monster thing clicked and then it was downhill from there

but there's more to think about - what billie has been doing with herself, how she feels about daud & the whalers at this point in her life, her relationship with sokolov (god.a separate rant), her history in karnaca & dunwall, emily's place in the empire and how that fits into billie's story, her lifelong revenge arc, and comparisons between jessamine & deirdre.

like. when you consider billie's perspective you realise how fucking badass she is for going back to dunwall. she not only did it scared she did it scared for her life. suicidal level flimsy disguise trapped in a tin can with your enemy. etc

PLEASE tell me if you ever decide to post that daud & billie fic you mentioned a while back :O

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Snowed In 8

y'all.... I was in a mood... I’ve had a couple glasses of cheap wine... what can I say? My blog is a place of thirst, is anyone surprised? Plz avert your eyes if you're under 18.

Pairing: Geralt x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, all the yearning, unprotected sex, cockwarming, if you've got something against tubs? major ‘no one can find the emotional braincell’ vibes (plz hmu if there’s anything I didn’t tag I wanna make this a safe space for everyone to thirst together)

Summary: It’s the last night before they go back down the mountain 👀 some hella angsty sexy times. Im sorry the wine hit hard

Part 7 here

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The snow started to melt on day fifty nine. 

Everyone was elated, people were buying rounds for the crowded dining room and hollering when a slushy chunk of snow slid off the eves, but not you. You told Geralt you were just so sick and tired of the assholes in the dining hall you wanted to scream. If he didn't believe you, he hid it well. 

You were dreading leaving. Falling asleep curled into Geralt's side every night, sex or no sex, was safe and warm and home. You almost thought the anxiety and cabin fever would be worth it to go on with him so close. 

The night before you were supposed to leave, you once again found yourself nestled against him, sitting in front of the fire. His arms were no longer hesitant to wrap around you and, though your mind still reeled, your heartbeat didn't stutter under his touch. If anything your body only felt calm in his arms. 

You'd mumbled something about finishing this book before you left, it being the last of a set you were sure you'd never find outside of Novigrad, and Geralt had settled by the fire, pulling you with him without a word. As much as you enjoyed the book, you were finding it impossible to focus. Half of you wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss Geralt with everything you had, tell him you loved him, and accept whatever fate befell you. The other half was greedy and covetous. She reminded you that losing this, dignity be damned, would turn your heart to dust. 

"Y/N?" 

"Geralt?"

"You haven't turned the page in a while. I thought you were asleep." He gave you a gentle squeeze as he spoke. 

"Oh…" 

"You okay?" 

You sighed, letting the book fall closed and resting your head back against his chest, "Just restless I guess…" 

"Mmmm, it'd be a shame if we couldn't get a good night's sleep before our trek down the mountain." Geralt seemed to completely envelop you, his lips brushing your temple as he spoke. 

You held a hand over his arms, "A crying shame." You agreed, "But first a bath, I feel gross." 

You could feel his smile as he pressed his cheek to your hair, "A bath would be nice." 

This was almost perfect. 

Other than the fact that after this it's over.

You pushed the thought from your mind as you scrambled to your feet, gathering a couple towels and the soap. Geralt warmed the water as usual before the two of you stripped and hopped in. Or tried to.

"I don't think we're both going to fit," you giggled, one leg hooked over the side of the tub and one knee pulled into your chest, trying to make room for Geralt. 

He squatted down, extending his legs on either side of your body, "Just barely." He teased, reaching a hand toward your ankle dangling over the edge. He guided your legs on either side of his hips, his touch stoking the needy fire in your belly. 

The tub only allowed for you to scoot back so your knees were at his hips, which made scrubbing your body at the same time as him a little difficult, so you settled for just washing your hair. You got it all lathered up only to realize there wasn't any dignified way to rinse it. You sighed and shimmied a little closer to him so you could twist and bend back to dip your hair in the water. Geralt gripped your hips and pulled you into his lap before you could even try leaning over, earning a surprised squeak from you. 

You could see the lust in his eyes, but his voice was soft and patient, "Lean back. I've got you." 

You bit your lip and tried to ignore your heart fluttering at his words, leaning into his arm now wrapped around your waist. Your hips shifted,  making your core brush his already hard cock, a gasp falling from your lips. He pulled you back up out of the water quickly, the way he moved you setting your body on fire. 

You rocked your hips, notching his length between your folds and sighing in relief at some kind of friction. 

"Mmmmmm, almost." He purred, gripping your hips and holding you steady, "unless you can't wait for me to wash my hair?" 

The hungry look in his eyes was betraying his calm tone. You could break his resolve if you wanted to, but you also wanted to know where this was going. 

"And what if I can't?"

He grinned sitting up a little taller and pulling you down so he could whisper in your ear, "You could always wait on my cock…" 

His words went straight to your pussy, making you shiver, "Fuck, yes. Yeah I want that." 

He lowered his mouth to the side of your neck, nibbling at your jugular between words, "You want me to stretch you first?" 

You tried to rock your hips again, wriggling against his grip, "No," the word came out far more desperate than intended, but the last thing you wanted to do after hearing that was wait. 

He let go of your hips to guide one of your hands down between his thighs, "You can't move until I say, deal?" 

You nodded eagerly, your hand finding his length and lining him up with your entrance, "No moving." 

He gripped the edge of the tub with both hands as you sank over just his tip, moaning as you stretched around him. You took him ever so slowly, eyes fluttering closed when he shifted to lather the soap through his hair and pushed up another inch. You gasped and gripped the side of the tub with white knuckles. 

The slow stretch was marvelous. You felt every millimetre of him as you sank the rest of the way down until you felt him bump your cervix. Any twitch was felt, even the minute movements caused by his hands working through his hair. You opened your eyes looking directly into Geralt's. He didn't look away like he usually did and you almost wished he had. His eyes burned into yours, twisting something in your chest close to the breaking point. 

You tore your eyes away from his after too much time to justify and realized he had yet to rinse his hair. You let out a breathy giggle, brushing some suds out of his hairline, "Is this your new fashion statement?" 

He smiled and shook his head before slowly leaning back into the water. The redistribution of weight had him pushing up against you even more, making you clench and him grunt as he gripped the side of the tub. The amount of self control he had would have impressed if you weren't lost in memorizing exactly how he felt inside you. 

When he sat up and half pulled out you chased him, fighting every urge to grind your hips against his, "Can I move yet?" Your voice was higher than you'd enjoy admitting later, but at this point you didn't care how desperate you looked. You needed him. Not just to move, you needed him to hold you tight to his chest and soothe the ache in yours for at least a few more minutes. 

"Almost."

For a moment you forgot you were sitting on his cock, taken by surprise by that damned tone again. You furrowed your brow, about to ask him about it before he held your hips to him with one arm and moved you both back against the end of the tub, giving him more leverage and better use of his hands. 

You whined at the small shifts within you, "Geralt,"

He slowly lifted your hips so only his tip was left inside you, "Slow or fast?" His face was a mix of hopeful and absolutely lost, eyes begging for something from under heavy lids. 

You whispered your answer, leaning forward to brace yourself against the edge, a hand to either side of his head, "Slow." 

He sighed, almost in relief, and pushed into you again in deliciously long strokes. In the back of your mind you thought that now would be the time for neck bites, hickeys, hiding your face in his clavical, but his shoulders were just under the surface of the now choppy water. Either way you didn't think you'd be able to look anywhere but his face. He was staring up at you, his gaze so vulnerable and fervent that you thought you could cry. You gritted your teeth to cut off the tears before they showed on your face, drinking up every bit of him like this as you could. 

His eyes never left yours as he thrust, gradually picking up the pace. You felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm with every snap of his hips. You kept your moans to breathless whimpers or gasps, something about the moment being far too personal to broadcast to the rest of the inn. You clenched around him, not trusting your words not to ruin this feeling. 

Geralt grunted, sitting up just a little more so you had your arms draped around his neck instead of holding yourself up. He let you take the pace, reaching one hand to rub your clit as the other roamed your body. You felt him twitch and clench his jaw with the effort of holding back. Your hands instinctively tangled in his hair, as you rose and fell down his length, sending peaks of water over the edge of the tub. 

He picked up speed circling your clit and you let your forehead rest on his, eyes closing as you whined. You did your best to keep that flood of pleasure at bay just a little longer, wanting this to last forever, but it came crashing over you anyway. 

You pulled him closer to you, barely keeping the wherewithal to keep your lips to yourself as you rocked over him, holding your scream back to a strangled sigh and squeezing your eyes shut.  As soon as you came he let go, spilling deep into you. His soft moans reverberated over your whole body, almost making you dizzy with a whole different type of satisfaction. You slowed your hips, settling on Geralt's lap, still around his softening cock, forehead pressed against his. 

You didn't dare move as the two of you caught your breath, reveling in the feeling of being so close to him. You knew he'd started to recover when he laid one hand over your hip under the still warm water and the other cupped the back of your neck. You took a deep breath and opened your eyes to find his still closed, just as if he were sleeping. If you hadn't been so disoriented you might have called the look on his face reverence, but you just labeled it sweet. You untangled your hands from his hair only to trail your nails over his scalp and through the rest of the length. The contented hum you drew from him almost had you lurching forward to kiss him. 

His lips were mere inches away, but you held your ground. If you were the one to initiate a kiss and he rejected you you really didn't think you'd be able to come back from it. So you waited, praying he'd push forward the two inches between your lips and end the all-consuming tension. 

He never did. His hand slipped from the back of your neck, over your shoulder and down your back, sending chills up your spine. 

"Ready to get out?" 

 You shook your head with the smallest of movements, earning a chuckle from deep in his chest. You were determined to savor every moment, every breath. 

When you eventually got out of the bath and into bed you curled into his side and fell asleep, dreaming of staying right there forever. 

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part 9 here!

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Silk on your dress, fingerprints on your neck

requested( by my lovely anon D🥰)->Can I request a yuta smut, where you're going on a date with him, and a lot of girls are staring at him and the waitress even tries to flirt with him, so you're feeling a little jealous and a little bad about yourself (like, he could do better than me kind of way) and then it's smut and choking and belt spanking and kinky bc he doesn't want you to feel like that ever again bc for him you're perfect?

[warnings: smuts, belt spanking, chocking, finger sucking, mirror sex]

AN: the reader is wearing a short navy silk dress half sleeve thigh

Tonight was the first time  in a while that you were seeing Yuta, he told you to dress up nicely and that he'll pick you up at 8.

When he showed up, ho did he look beautiful, he was wearing a black suit with his shirt a little bit unbuttoned and his hair pulled back and tied up.

And now you were at the table of this fancy restaurant of his choice, you were more than happy to be here and most of all with him but you were eyeing the place and the people, well mostly the girls up and down and flashing them a dark stare everytime one passed by your table. In fact since you came here, girls kept on looking at what was yours.

And you din't missed the way the waitress had been looking at yuta everytime she came here, and how she said " everything is alright?" in that faux little sweet voice, flashing your boyfriend the sweetest smile and for sure only looking at him while doing so andlet's not forget the wink she gave him and you don't know what’s not clicking in her mind when she saw you kissing him and holding his hand....What reassured you is the way yuta answered her, politely rejecting her advances and showing no sign of  responsiveness to her acts.

But, these girls all looked so pretty, they had a grace you didn't have, body features you could never reach...how could someone like Yuta could have end up with someone like you , you thought...

You, Being like that during the whole  dinner didn't got unnotice by Yuta, he often moved his hand on  your exposed thigh, he thought about asking you what was wrong but he knew better than that, instead he did his best to make you understand that he was all eyes and ears for you with his little touch throughout the night .But when he saw a glint of sadness in your eyes, he rushed the dinner to an end, called the waitress that you never saw more dissapointed at the way he waved  her off , to be true that made you feel a bit better.

Still, he quickly dragged you out of the restaurant to head home, staying silent during the ride but a reassuring grip of his hand was tightly on yours.

“Yuta, will you answer me now? why are we home already ? we dind't had time to finish!” you told him once you got home.

“Don’t you think I didn’t see  how you were looking at these people in the restaurant baby, you know im all yours right?” he said taking your chin in his between his fingers.

you nodded ,"you are so perfect babe, I wanted you all to myself actually , no one to disturb us"

He continues “you know how gorgeous you are to me, look at you baby, a goddess” he says looking straight into your eyes before pulling you into  a kiss, making you putty in his hands.

After breaking the kiss you looked down, feeling suddenly unconfident.

"oh , dont you know it? it feels like you had forgot it" I should remind you , right?” he said cocking his head to the with a smirk side and pulling his hand around your neck.

He tightened his hold, “what about I show  beautiful you are” you whimpered ,anticiption building up  in you  which he chuckled to and selled your lips into a sweet kiss contrasting with the way he just slammed you against the wall.

His knee moving to rub against your clothed core as he delivered kisses to your neck and  down your shoulder, you let out a sigh at the feeling of his soft lips, savoring the sweet attention.

He moved his lips in between the valley of your breasts, pulling the straps of your dress, revealling your bare chest which he delivered kisses to . Humming as he sucked on one of your nipples, his hands caressing your hips.

“Yuta” you breathed as he started to nip on the nub, you reached for his belt trying to get him to take  it off but he caught your wrist with his hand.

“You’re giving me ideas kitten” he murmured in your ear, you looked at him in confusion before you ended completly bare in front of him while he still was fully clothed with his belt in hand.

When he delivered the first smacked you moaned loudly, not used to the feeling of being spanked by leather, this happening only rarely.

Each slap of the belt turned your skin redder and redder , making tears gather around your eyes at the pleasurable pain.

He was groaning every now and then when he delivered a harder hit to your bottom making your insides clench.

He gave fast and successive hits making your scream his name like a mantra Yuta Yuta Yuta

“yeah you like that? you kinky slut”  he leaned over you, puttin the belt around around throat, using it to  pullyou up against his chest , then he whispered in your ear “But you’re my slut right? ”   you nodded as he moved the belt front your neck to tie it around your wrists as he was sucking marks on your neck.

Then he put you back on all four, butbhis time you were positioned so you were facing the mirror in front of your shared bed, having the full view of the lewd scene about to happen.

“Youre going to watch how beautiful you look as I ruin you, and don’t you dare look away or I’ll stop everything” he stated, dominance radiating from his voice.

you whined and nodded as he rubbed his fingers at your dripping entrance, coating them with your essence.

He sweared under his breath “fuck, you’re soacking, you’re always ready for cock, right?” he smirked  before bringing his fingers in his mouth, sucking on the digits making sure to look back at your reflection in the mirror to  meet your desperation filled eyes.

He waisted no  time and disguarded himself of his clothes and slowly thrusted into you, stretching you out, making you feel every inch of him until he was  deep inside you. He leaned over you  his warm chest against your back as he kissed your neck and started to  thrust in long drawn out stokes, his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls.

You trembled as a shaky “ Yuta” escaped your lips, you felt helples, completely at his mercy , and it made your whole body tingle. he kissed down your spine before he gave slap to your ass and started to thrust into you at a rough pace,making your hips slam with his.

“Fuck , so perfect, look at you taking my dick, you take it so well, only youcan take my dick like that, my good girl” he said gripping your hair ,making you look straight into the mirror, you took in the sight of him, your walls contracting around him at the lewd sight.

In a matter of time time you came around his lenght loudly before he flipped you on your back , putting one of his hand around your neck as he thrusted a few last times inside you, grunting “ i’m going to make you my masterpiece, paint you my cum’ he said before he came all over your chest and stomach.

Out of breath, he whipped the cum out of your skin with his fingers to make you suck them clean as he was conteplating the way your lips were movig around the digits and the red fingerprints prints on your neck

He pulled his fingers out to whisper against your lips:

“I love you , beautiful”

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Damned and Unrequited |peter parker x reader| (Chapter Twenty-Two)

Warnings: Slight angst, sexual tension, giggly teenagers, a little manipulation Series Masterlist Message me if the “Keep Reading” doesn’t work Previously Word Count: 918

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Peter managed to divert Savannah to her room after taking her to get ice cream. He just rebuilt his relationship with (Y/N) and he doesn’t think that (Y/N) would take too kindly to being told she’s “not allowed” to hang out with Peter anymore.

Peter had to beg Tony to give him actual work to do, for when Savannah was there. Now, the Stark Internship wasn’t just an excuse, it had to be a real thing, if Savanah was there, too.

“Working” alongside Savannah was a new experience, but Peter was reminded why he was drawn to her in the first place. She was very smart and truly pleasant on her own. But that also drew back the concession of how horrible she was around Peter’s friends.

“Working” alongside Savannah also made being Spider-Man much more difficult. She managed to always work her way into his schedule and Queens found Spider-Man preoccupied every other week.

(Y/N), Ned and MJ all found themselves without Peter frequently, as well. Peter managed to find time for Ned on the weekend, they always hung out on Saturdays. MJ still sat with him at lunch, but their movie nights no longer had Peter, trips to Coney Island were lopsided with three people. Peter saw (Y/N) at the compound. Tony started bringing her into the lab more and more often, much to Savannah’s displeasure.

Which was what she was currently texting Peter about. It was nonstop with her. Peter loved being around her when it was just the two of them when they weren’t talking about his friends. But that was rare. Savannah often brought up that she doesn’t like the people Peter surrounds himself with.

He had just thrown his phone on his bed when the window slid open. It was Friday, so Peter knew it wasn’t Ned, making him panic.

In a blind reaction, Peter flicked his wrist in the direction of his window, catching the assailant by surprise.

Peter met (Y/N)’s wide eyes, her right hand stuck to the frame of her window. They stared at each other for a moment before they broke into laughs.

“Probably should’ve knocked,” (Y/N) giggled, tugging on her hand, effectively throwing her body into the bedroom but yanking her arm up. “Ouch!”

Peter scrambled up, snatching the web-dissolver from his desk on his way.

“Wait wait!” Peter grabbed her shoulder and lifted her up. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Sorry, I didn’t know it was you, uh…ha here.”

The webs dissolved and (Y/N) tucked her arm close to her chest, rolling her shoulder.

“I’m good, don’t worry,” (Y/N) smiled at Peter. “Wasn’t expecting to throw myself off the windowsill.”

Peter smiled back, then turned to close the window.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” Peter asked, grabbing his phone and patting the spot next to him. “Not that I’m not stoked to see you, just wasn’t expecting it.”

(Y/N) flopped onto Peter’s bed and threw her feet onto his lap. “Just bored. Figured we haven’t hung out in a while. Tony was getting tired of me.”

“Please,” Peter rolled his eyes and webbed his laptop from his desk. “Office time?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “We always stay in. We should go do something.”

“Like what?” Peter giggled. “Seems like a very loose plan.”

(Y/N) picked her foot up and nudged Peter in the ribs.

“Well,” (Y/N) play scoffed. “Then I’ll just bring my plans to Ned or MJ.”

Peter grabbed her by the waist as she tried to leave.

“Noooooo,” Peter whined, yanking her back and effectively throwing her on the bed, him placed hovering over her.

Peter stared into her (E/C) eyes for what was definitely too long, but he found he didn’t care. He had never noticed how warm and compassionate her eyes could be.

“Peter,” she whispered.

“Hm?” His eyes flicked to her lips.

“You…you have a girlfriend,” (Y/N) backed up.

“I…,” Peter shut his eyes. “I said I’d go to Homecoming with her. I don’t…I don’t want to make it a big commitment that ruins all my friendships around me.”

“Peter,” he could hear the frown in (Y/N)’s voice. “If you really like her-“

“I don’t!” Peter pushed himself off the bed and stalked to the other side of the room. “I don’t like her! She’s so nice to be around when we’re alone, but she always wants to be with her friends. We can’t ever hang out with my friends because she doesn’t like any of you!”

(Y/N) sat up.

“And when she’s at the Compound it’s great for an hour and then she starts talking about you. And not wanting me to be around you. And about how MJ makes her uncomfortable and that Ned doesn’t fit her agenda. And I’m tired of trying all the time. Of putting effort in and-“

And tears starting rolling down Peter’s face.

“And I don’t know what to do (Y/N). I can’t not be friends with you. I can’t not be around you, we’re so close.”

(Y/N) pulled Peter into a hug, tucking his head into the crook of her neck and she let him cry. He hooked his arms around her waist.

“Peter you shouldn’t be compromising yourself for somebody who doesn’t even put effort into making it a happy relationship.”

May chose this time to poke her head into the room.

“Everything okay?” She whispered.

(Y/N) shrugged and Peter pulled away, swiping at his eyes.

“I think I need to tell Savannah I don’t want to go to Homecoming with her anymore.”

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Hey i was wondering if you could do one where the readers band is on tour with all time low and at night she sings herself to sleep and jack listens to her and starts developing a crush on her? You can change it up a bit so it doesn’t suck but thanks :)

AN Hey guys! Sorry it’s been three years since I’ve posted lmao. I think I’m slowly coming back to these. For one thing I’m at my job, and I work graveyard so I’m bored as hell. For another, I really miss creative writing. I’ll update you on my life if you want next time I visit this, but other than that, hello! I won’t be updating the halloween imagines for the time being, especially since I’m trying to come back to this. I know I had one  (1) request to update the side blog fanfics I had going on, but as for now, I’m going to try to do it one at a time. @ my motivation? Where r u (and im so sorry i cannot sleep i cannot dream tonighttttt) Anyways! Also I just realized that it was Creeper who were atl’s opening band on the european mainland tour for lyr and now im emo all over again. The text conversation is in the story already, I just felt the need to make it for you lol

Your POV

I knew we were going on tour with All Time Low. Our manager knew we were going on tour with All Time Low. My bandmates knew we were going on tour with All Time Low. We all were well aware, and now the fans were too. But holy shit, is it surreal. Starting from nothing, playing a max of ten people, then going to 1,000 cap rooms, oh my god is it fucking incredible. Not to mention All Time Low have been my heroes for as long as I can remember.

I’m in a pop punk band, and I play the bass. I’m not quite a singer, but I can do back up. I have three other bandmates. One sings, her name is Maria, one plays guitar, that’s Drew. And we have Allison on drums. Altogether we’re pretty badass.

I had heard in the industry that Jack was a bit of a flirt. Having Drew in our band, we didn’t think much of it. Granted, Maria was engaged, and Allison’s gay, so it’s not like either of them were available. But I knew of Jack’s wiles, so I knew to stay on my toes. We were touring in Europe around the mainland for Last young Renegade, All Time Low’s new album, and it was my band’s first time being in Europe, so we were stoked. We were up at like 8 am, exploring around the city. Though trying to fall asleep is critical, especially jet-lagged. I don’t know about most things, but what I do know is anytime I go anywhere, even if it’s in the same time zone, I’m always jet-lagged. Maybe I’m just always tired?

So we arrived in Copenhagen, Denmark, the first stop on our European tour, and we meet the guys at their bus, and I’m a little star struck. Alex Gaskarth and his iconic hair. I’m not saying I’m in the fandom, but Alex’s brown hair is nothing short of iconic. Especially when it’s longer. Huge throwback to Timebomb era, and hooo boy. That was an era to be alive. Alex was wiping down the table in his bus, muttering about these “good for nothing men, who can’t even pick up after themselves.” Jack is behind him opening the fridge, then opening the cupboards, then opening the fridge, then opening the pantry, I smiled a bit at that. Zack and Rian weren’t anywhere to be found, at least from what I could see, staring down the bus’s hallway. We were to be dragging behind them in our small little van pulling a trailer. Drew coughed, and Alex looked up. “Guys!” he smiled, throwing away his wipe. “You’re here!”

Jack looked over from his rampant searching of food and smiled at us as well. I felt my face grow hot, but tried to brush it off like I was alright. I kicked my other food and looked down at the ground to try and forget I existed for a bit. I noticed Maria smiling at me, probably knowing exactly what was going on. She knew that Jack has always been a celebrity crush of mine since 2008. “What’s up,” he said to us, nodding in our direction.

“We’re in GutterPunk,” Drew responded, usually taking initiative. “Nice to meet you guys. We’ll be on tour with you throughout the mainland.”

“Sweet!” Alex smiled, and came over to us, probably intending to shake our hands. “What’ll you be riding around?”

“We kind of don’t really know yet? We have to go pick up the rental van and trailer soon. We just wanted to meet you guys.”

“Well I’m Alex,” he said gesturing to himself. “And that fiend over there is Jack.” Jack paused from his cupboard raid and waved, then went back to it. “Hope to enjoy your guys’ music and energy out there.”

“Stoked, dude.” Drew shook his hand, and turned to walk away, out of the bus. We were all standing in his way. So he had nowhere to go.

“I’ve been a fan since middle school!” Allison told him, also shaking his hand. “Y/N and I have always dreamed of touring with you guys. It’s been a dream, really. You’re a huge inspiration! At least half of it. Tre Cool has always been my biggest, but don’t sweat it. He’s a fucking god on drums.”

“Here here!” came a voice in the back.

“That’s Rian,” Alex chuckled. “He always makes himself known at any mention of Green Day.”

I thought I had seen Jack peak over at us when Allison mentioned my name, but then again, it was all happening so fast, I didn’t have any idea as to what was going on. I tucked my hair behind my ears and introduced myself to Alex. We talked a bit before we had to go to the rental agency and get our modes of transportation. It was to be about a month in the van with these guys, tightly packed. Thank god we weren’t a ska band.

After a couple days on tour in Europe, I was getting my bearings. I started to get a feel of how it would be like throughout the month. It was a show every night for a couple days, then we’d have one or two days off. Our van broke down the fifth day, and we were ready to call it quits, me being on the verge of tears, and Allison kicking the wheel of our shitty van rental. Alex graciously offered to let us stay in their bus, but we all refused, trying desperately to figure out another way to travel. He insisted.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Maria asked him as we gathered our stuff in their bus

“Oh, it’s fine!” Alex waved us off. “You’ll just stay with us. It’s not fair that we get this huge ass bus for four of us and you guys all have to share that tiny van. Make sure you get your money back though, because that’s bullshit. Jesus Christ, man. I told Fueled that we should’ve just shared a tour bus but they’re all about ‘separating bands’ or whatever. Why we ever signed to this record label I’ll never know.”

“It was your idea,” Zack chimed in. We all laughed. “Well it was! After going to Hopeless, twice, Alex wanted to branch out. Which we all agreed to anyway. It was funny though, because he complained about it every chance he got.”

“I’m well aware of that. But Fueled by Ramen seems to forget that we were once small too! Power to the little people!”

We all laughed again and gathered in their bus to prepare for the next night which was to be a day off. I was nervous, because this meant that Jack would be just down the hall, if you can even call it that, from me. It reached 1 am that night after the show, and we had all gathered in our beds to try and sleep so we could get out and do fun things around France.

I always used to sing myself to sleep to calm my nerves, and after about an hour of tossing and turning, it seemed like that was my only option if I wanted to sleep. I started off by humming softly, in case I would wake anyone up. After about ten minutes of that, and no sounds of stirs happened, I sang quietly. First was Lullabies, which is my go to song to sing when I need to sleep. Something about the line “Sing me to sleep, I’ll see you in my dreams” makes me feel at peace. After I finished with that, I heard the quiet patter of feet. I stopped for a bit, to wait to see if it came again, and when it didn’t I started again. Snuff by Slipknot is another one that calms me down, and I sang that, but right at the bridge I heard the patter again. I drew back the curtain, and saw Jack standing there. He looked scared to see me notice him, and promptly turned back towards his bed, and didn’t look back at me.

I frowned but pulled the covers up. I guess he doesn’t actually want to get to know me. I closed my eyes to try for the.. Was it the fourth time? Third time? I lost count. But I tried once more to sleep. Then I heard the pang next to me of a text message.

I promise I wasn’t trying to listen to you sing.

It was from Jack. We had all exchanged numbers at the beginning of the tour. My thumbs danced over my screen as I thought of what to say.

Don’t worry about it

I just heard it and then i couldn’t stop

It’s fine, jack. Really

Your voice is really pretty tho Can we talk tomorrow? I have something I need to tell you

What could he possibly need to tell me? I was freaking out. And now I can’t sleep even more. Fuck. This was going to be a long night.

I mean I’m awake right now

I can’t really say it right now

Well, what the fuck does that mean? I sigh and then turn around and face the wall. The bus was moving, but I felt like my stomach was moving ten thousand times faster. Him talking to me like this is the first real conversation he’s had with me. Most of the time he avoids me. Whatever it is, I guess I can wait. I prepared for a long sleepless night after that.

When I woke up, everyone was bustling about, getting ready for the day off. “Jack! Y/N!” Rian called down to us. I guess neither of us had gotten up. “We’re going out to breakfast!”

I moaned in recognition, and heard nothing from Jack, so I assumed he had gone with them. I threw my covers off and went straight to the bathroom. When I got out, I saw a tall lanky man with bed head staring at me.

“Uh. Hello.” I said stupidly.

“Hey, uh. About last night.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to say anything. I get it. I’m a backup singer for a reason.”

“No that’s not it! Um.” He stopped talking to look down at his feet. “Look. I know this is weird. Especially since I hardly know you. But, I’ve actually been following your band for a while. And dude, you’re like insanely hot. And then I find out you’re a good person too? Last night, hearing your singing it made me realize.. Fuck, this is so stupid. It made me realize I’m in love with you.” With the last uttering of  those words, he looked up at me. “Sorry.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I raised my eyebrows, completely awestruck. Jack Barakat, the celebrity crush of my teen years was telling me he was in love with me? When it looked like he in fact, was not kidding, I immediately blushed and looked away. “Dude. I’ve been in love with you since I was like 14.”

A smile lit up his face as he started talking really fast, rambling. “Oh my god! Really? Holy shit okay, so like we can go get breakfast with the others, or we can go get breakfast by ourselves, we could walk down the Seine, we are in France after all. Holy fu-”

I started laughing, but grabbed his hand with mine, since he was waving it all around. “Slow down there, I can barely keep up. Let’s go get breakfast first, and talk this out. You’ve basically been avoiding me since I got here.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t really know how to strike up a conversation.”

I chuckled. “This is weird, huh?”

“So weird.” He nodded in agreement. I realized I was still holding his hand, but I didn’t let go. Instead we walked off the bus, headed towards the cafe for breakfast. My heart was in my throat but this felt right. After the initial break of the ice, he wouldn’t shut up, but I loved hearing his voice. He could talk for hours on end if he really wanted to.