#anyway our second concert ever is in a few days i’m pretty nervous

[arthur-r]

asked reddit how to maintain stage presence while seated and the responses are ridiculous so does anyone here have advice?

#‘​‘get a wheelchair for sympathy’’ yeah i would have a wheelchair if it were that easy to afford!!!! #i did like the advice of making the chair super cool. the person suggested i go to a thrift store and get the best chair there #i’ll have to see about clearing that with the drummer (concert is also her grad party) but sounds like a good idea #however it doesn’t actually help me look less awkward while singing and that’s the problem #is that by default i sit with my whole body crossed and folded and that’s not how to look like a lead singer #and all the rules i know to fix that involve standing up. and i nearly passed out just singing my songs from a chair yesterday #because that was somehow also too much exertion. yeah i’m not doing very well. i wish the concert could wait #but anyway has anyone here had to perform from a chair and your hands weren’t automatically busy?? what did you do with them???? #i’ll be playing cello in some songs so i’ll be alright for those but other than that i have no clue what to do #anyway our second concert ever is in a few days i’m pretty nervous #this saturday. real people are coming and a real musician is opening #and i’m not even allowed to wear my cool shoes :( #i also keep dreaming that it’s the last day of school and i’m walking down the hallway crying???? and seeing people i miss?? #so just feeling a little bit strange. anyway my grandparents will be picking me up in a little bit to go out for my birthday (was in april) #so i’m gonna have a shower and get ready for that. but here is a little status update i guess #me. my post. mine. #delete later #and right please give advice!!!! my stage presence is already awful cause i’m autistic and can’t read the room. being seated makes it worse #anyway i’m getting in the shower. but thanks preemptively for any and all advice and otherwise i just hope you’re well

[yukina-otome]

Ikevamp pregnancy and family headcanon pt.3

I am back ! This time with Isaac and jean ! I hope you enjoy ! Please encourage me and let me know what you think !

@ginshoujo​ @bierunderdbeeren​ @fun-ghoul-neela​ @loverofmanyrandomthings​

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 

-Isaac: A daughter

-He spent most of his life alone so the idea of one day being a father was foreign and impossible for him. -When you came into his room one day being all nervous and refusing to look him in the eyes he thought you were there to dump him. -The last thing he expected you to say was that you were pregnant. -Isaac was so shocked he kept silent as you started rambling in nervousness. -After few minutes of Isaac staying silent and you rambling on how you want to keep the baby because it is the product of your love, Isaac  finally spoke: -"P-Pregnant....as in....B-Baby? Mine ? Wait....no that's no what i should be saying in this situation...ah wait a minute.....So there is a baby made of my sperm and your ovule in your uterus ??" -"Yes Isaac that's exactly what pregnant mean....are you not happy ?" -"NO ! I am very happy ! It's just that i never had a father, and I'm so awkward and clumsy I don't know if i can be a good father to our child" -The word "Our child" felt so foreign to him yet the second he said his heart felt so full. -After that you spent long hours reassuring him before you both fell asleep dreaming of your future together with your baby. -Few days later both of you guys decided to announce it to the whole mansion during dinner and as soon as the word "I am pregnant" left your mouth the whole dinner room fell silent. -The silence was broken by Arthur who said "Congratulation Newt you old chap, I can already suggest a pretty good name for your child! What about Apple if its a girl ! And if its a boy Applo !" -Isaac started arguing with Arthur and Dazai who also suggested naming your child Ringo. The rest of the resident all congratulated you and Sebastian banned you from doing house chores. -Your pregnancy was very peaceful. You would visit Isaac at the university almost every day and all his students treated you as if you were made of glass. The dean would always ask you about how you were doing and when you were in your 8th month, all the students and the dean gave you presents for the baby. -You were in university attending one of Isaac's class when your water broke. You started groaning and screaming in pain and the whole classroom started panicking. -Isaac was at your side by the second and quickly carrying you out of the class and toward the hospital (the students followed you) -And so you were in the delivery room while Isaac, 80 university students and the mansion's resident were waiting outside. -Napoleon was by Isaac's side trying to calm him down while Arthur Theo Dazai leo and le compte were making bets about the baby's gender. -After what felt like hours, the doctor came out of the delivery room and looked at the huge crowd in amazement before saying "Who is the father ?" -Isaac raised his hand and the doctor invited him in the delivery room. -You gave birth to a beautiful baby girl with light brown hair and pink eyes. -After much consideration you named her Cherry (As in cherry blossom) -Cherry was a very innocent and shy child. -She was also a huge crybaby. -One time when she was around 5 Arthur teased her and the second her eyes filled with tears and she started sniffing the whole mansion looked at arthur like he had just committed murder. From that day on she started avoiding him (it broke his hearth) -From when she was very young Isaac often took her to his classes where his student would gush over her and one day when she was 8 she corrected the student who was sitting next to her as he made a mistake in his formula. -That's how you knew she was a genius, her IQ was extremely high. But you guys never forced anything on her as she was more interested in cultures and languages than math's and physics. -By the age of 12 she was fluent in all the languages that were spoke in the mansion, English, French, Japanese and Dutch and of course Latin (her father taught her). -She would spend long hours having a debate about history with Sebastian. -You guys would go on stroll in the city and Isaac would smile as you and cherry would start nerding about some monument and the history behind it. He would thank all the stars and it would not be enough because he knew that he would never feel lonely ever again.

-Jean : A daughter and a son

-Jean didn't want children at all. -He was a monster. He was dirty. what kind of child would come from his genes. -But then he met you and slowly but surely he started loving himself a bit more. -You were his everything. For him you were the most beautiful and pure person. -Nevertheless you two never spoke of having a family. But you dreamed of having a big family. -So one day as you were resting in jean's embrace you decide to try and see what he thinks about it. -"Jean have you ever thought of having a family ?" -Jean thought for few minutes before saying "I never thought i deserved to have a family....but if its with you...." -You started crying and squeezed him in your arms. -And so from that point on the two of you started trying. -Few months later after a visit to your doctor you came in the mansion looking for jean only to find him sparing with napoleon in the training room. -Both of them stopped sparing to look at you as you screamed "I'm pregnant". Jean dropped his rapier and picked you up in a hug. -Both you and napoleon heard a laugh that sounded like it came straight out of an angel's mouth. Jean was laughing. -After that jean became your personal bodyguard. When he was busy he made napoleon keep an eye on you of all time. -Not that you needed any more protection as the whole mansion babied you. -"Guys i am not ill. I'm pregnant" -"But then why did you vomit this morning?" Mozart said -"It's just morning sickness !" you answered back -"Sickness....that mean you're ill. I'm taking you to the doctor right now" jean said as he carried you in his arms. -Anyways days passed and when you were in your 9th month jean had to take a job as a bodyguard with napoleon. Mozart had a concert to prepare for, Isaac was busy with his job as a professor, Sebastian was too busy, Leo Vincent and Theo were away on business, and no way he would leave you to Dazai or Arthur. -Which led him to ask the one and only person who was not busy that day.....Le compte. Truthfully he didn't want to owe him anything but he would throw away his pride for your safety any day. -That day you spend time with le compte drinking Tea and eating cake when your water broke. -Le compte took care of everything and took you to the hospital. He also sent a messenger for jean. -When jean got the message he was few hours away from the city. Napoleon assured him he would take care of the rest and jean took off as fast as he could. -When he arrived you had already given birth and you were sleeping. As he came into the room he saw you with your eyes closed and panicked. He checked your breathing and pulse and relaxed when he saw you were just sleeping. Then he heard the tiniest sound. -He looked toward the direction the sound came from and he saw a crib. He peaked inside the crib and saw the most beautiful dark blue eyes. His baby girl looked at him in curiosity before giving him a smile that reminded him so much of yours. -Now he had one more person who loved him, one more person to protect. -His daughter Louise was shy and timid. She didn't speak much. -She loved her uncle Napoleon the most and admired her uncle Mozart. -She would always listen to Mozart as he played the piano. At first he was awkward with her because he didn't know how to behave with kids but one day when she was 3 he found her sitting on the floor outside his piano room and asked "what are you doing?" -She looked at him with her big eyes and said "music" -From that day on she always came to listen to him playing. She would sit on the sofa in the piano room (it wasn't there before, he bought it just for her) and listen for hours. -When Louise was 6 you got pregnant again. This time Jean refused to leave you for even a second. He wanted to be with you when you gave birth. -"Jean its only the 5th month...I'm not going to give birth any time soon." "I don't care I'm not leaving you". -You would be chilling in Jean's room (that was redecorated to look more homey and less like a prison cell) and both Louise and Jean would have their ears on your tummy trying to hear what was happening inside. -After few hours of listening Louis said "It's a boy". "How can you be so sure darling ?" "I just know. He told me just now." -And she was right. Few months later you gave birth (with jean by your side this time) to a boy who looked like a mini jean. -His name was Orlean. -From his cold deadpan expression, to his androgynous features, to his dark sense of humor  he was a copy of jean. -He was so mature for his age and often took care of his bigger sister. -Orlean and Jean looked liked they were awkward when they were together because none of them would say much, but in fact the silence between them was always comfortable. They would understand each other with a single look. -Jean taught Orlean how to use a sword but Orlean preferred reading. He always spent time in the Library with his uncle Leo who would teach him all kind of subjects. -You, Louise and Orlean would come watch jean spare with napoleon and would cheer for him like crazy. -Jean never thought he would have anyone who loved him let alone a family. He would always be thankful to you who showed him love and gave him happiness. You, Louise and Orlean were his treasures.

#Ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen vampire jean #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikemen vampire mozart #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikevamp jean #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp Isaac #ikemen vampire arthur #ikevamp le compte #ikemen vampire headcanons

[aggresivelyfriendly]

Concert review DALLAS-LOVE ON TOUR! 9/11/2021

At the ending of her set, Jenny Lewis, she of the sparkle tights and witchy ways, said “this really is love on tour!”

Couldn’t agree with this statement more.

Yesterday was a day of love, light, and spontaneity after a long year and a half of few opportunities for impulsive fun. My journey to Dallas starts before the road trip begins with a little by play in a group chat- “I have been kinda thinking about the Dallas show…” I jot off.

“I have a hotel room and am driving anyways.” Is the reply.

It might as well be a flapping red cape to a bull.

I casually mention the idea to my husband, raitionalizing it’s on the weekend and makes more sense than the San Antonio ticket I was still mourning selling. He’s neutral.

I’m preoccupied, planning, and prepping.

The next morning, I’m in the group chat. I’m coming. Plans are made, husband on board and thanked profusely. I’m loved and going to the joy place, Harry’s room.

My love tour begins in Dallas!

One problem, I don’t have a ticket. Skye is sending me options, they’re more than I want to pay, and I’m watching stub hub like a hawk until I’m driving to the rendezvous point and can’t check for an hour.

Skye is road trip ready and we are in the car, but still no ticket. She’s nervous. But, it’s all gonna work out, I feel it, the love.

My first feeler comes in, a ticket, face value, 300 level. It’s mine, but it won’t download. As a distraction, I hop over to tumblr, another line. Lower bowl!

“Where’s it at?” Skye asks.

“103”. I say and fill in the details.

“That’s right next to me!” It’s as close to a squeal as Skye gets. I do squeal.

The rest of the drive, getting ready, dinner, and the walk to the event go as smoothly as 1D Harry’s face.

The line not so much! So long, but moved in chunks. We amused ourselves looking at the outfits!

Harries! You are a beautiful, creative bunch.

We were in our seats by Jenny’s second song. Love her voice, dig the vibe, like her music.

But her statement, about it really being love on tour, that’s what I’ll remember.

And will I ever get over Harry’s pre show playlist. Shout out to Let’s get it on before Sweet Thang! I see you, villain!

Harry’s box goes under the stage, the band comes in brimming with energy and he rises, right in the center of the diamond. What a metaphor that is-Harry our diamond in the rough, front and center.

Golden! I’ll never be over you. I feel this song like sun on my skin and wind whipping over my knuckles stuck out the windows on PCH.

Carolina, you’re not my fave, but I dig you at a show girl. Do your thing!

Adore you is perfect, and note changes baby! Note changes!

Only angel- so glad you are still with us!!

She! Mitch! I love the way Harry highlights Mr. Rowland. He moves into the shadows and let’s Mitch strut.

Falling, I love the little taste of two ghosts, and though you aren’t my jam, I still teared up. This man gets better and better!

Sunflower, joy in a bop! The band is so fun and long live Harry making the silly sounds and playing with the audience.it’s show 4 and he’s ramping up. More interactions every show. These are my shit!

This might have been when Harry spotted a man! “Jeff, Jeff, Jeff!” Harry wanted him to have a good time, and he was the belle of the ball for a minute!

He also sang Happy Birthday, but threatened to only do it to the first sign holder he saw! But he was a benevolent deity as always.

I’m taking a break- cuz WOMAN, always forever, under my skin and on it. Also, so many sexy shapes and lots of beautiful ass shots.

He gave us a choice, ass or face! I really am at a loss for a preference in these satin pants with his tighty whiteys! You flower, you feast for my eyes sir!

I spent all of cherry filming for @dirtystyles​. The harmonies here are so pretty, and I love ny’s voice with Harry. Elin was hard to see most of the show for me, but she was so darling here.

Lights Up, my baby, I do know who I am when I am in this room too! That bass drop still owns me.

Canyon moon- the arrangement is beyond amazing. This was probably my least favorite song on Fine Line, but I freaking love it live!

TPWK followed by WMYB is like a joy machine- love love!

Fine line may be my favorite song, it basically got me through the pandemic. My one complaint is that he didn’t do the last we’ll be alright. If he hadn’t have been so much chattier and just a smiley amazing example of love on legs I might not forgive him.

Will SOTT ever not choke me up?

Watermelon Sugar is fucking a bop/ end of! It’s sexy and I’ll show you exactly what it tastes like.

Kiwi- you beautiful bitch, I will dance myself into a sweaty mess and feel enlivened anytime, every time. Like WMYB- if Harry always shows this much joy doing a song he’s done so many times before, I’ll show up to watch. He shows, we show. I’m still fucking into it!! Forever into it! I’ll never be over Kiwi or Harry Styles.

I can’t tell you all how much this fandom, the community and all of it means to me. Harry’s room might be my favorite place and you my favorite collection of people! Thank you @styloff​ for helping me find a home for my extra ticket, @chasm2018​ and @greeneyesharry​ for finding me the seat right next to @yessoupy!

And @yessoupy​! Thank you for the encouragement to find the spontaneous woman I loved in me and thought I lost and for great conversation, sing alongs, and adventure! I love you! Let’s keep the tour going tomorrow!

#Harry styles #hslot #Harry styles love on tour #Dallas #my show #9/11/2021 #meant to be

[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Minghao Fluff

Thanks for the request @tinykpoper​ !!! I really hope you like it! Sorry it took me longer than I expected, I had a good bit of it written but then my computer lost all of my progress :( Remember everyone this is a series I only write by request so if I’m missing someone you want, go ahead and request them!

MASTERLIST

Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

Hao is such a chaotic force romantically lol

He acts very very very confident

But he is not 

He’ll talk a huge game to the other boys

“I’m so smooth and charming, I could date anyone I want!”

“Then why aren’t you dating anyone?”

“I- ... shut up, DK”

But he goes on talking himself up anyways lol

Finally one day DK decides to put Hao to the test

Hao mentions something about how suave he is

And DK is like “Ok, go ask them for their number then”

He gestures to you, talking with a friend a few feet away on the sidewalk

Minghao is like “I did not hear that”

But DK keeps egging him on

So finally, Minghao walks up to you

It takes you a moment to even realize that he’s there

He’s so quiet 

“Um, hello, my name is Minghao”

He scratches the back of his head

“Hi Minghao! I’m [Y/N]”

He’s taken aback by your bright smile and positive attitude 

His heart skips a beat

“I, um... I was wondering if I might be able to get your number?”

You contemplate for a second about giving a random boy your number

But he’s cute and sweet and you’re not getting any bad feelings so you think why not

You put your number in his phone 

“You better text me, Minghao”

His whole face is tomato red as he nods

DK is absolutely giddy when Minghao turns back to him

He opens his mouth but Minghao drags him away as quickly as possible

For the rest of the day, Minghao stares at your number wondering what to text you

He writes messages and then erases them over and over and over and over

He gets so in his head about it that eventually he just quits the idea of texting you

“Oh well, I’ll never see them again, it doesn’t really matter” 

But he does see you again

He walks into a coffee shop late at night

He’s just looking around and studying the menu

“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here”

He feels shock at the words

His mind starts racing to try and remember if there’s anyone he’s offended 

He turns and it’s you!!!

You’re working there as a barista

Hao startles

“Oh...um”

“Is that what you do? Just ask people for their numbers and then never talk to them again? What’s even the point of that?”

He scratches the back of his head

“Well it’s just that...”

He looks back up at you

You’re smiling

Oh... you were messing with him

He smiles back a little

“I just didn’t know what to say”

“Well” you look over at the clock on the wall “You better figure out some things to say within twenty minutes”

“What? Why?”

“That’s when my shift ends! We can go get food, I’m hungry”

Minghao is speechless 

“I- um...”

“And you can treat to make up for not texting”

Minghao sits in the corner of the cafe, waiting for your shift to end

His heart is pounding the whole time

He looks up every once in awhile to watch you work 

You were so bright and kind to every customer

And you’re practically glowing in the golden lights of the cafe

When your shift is up you practically skip up to his table

“C’mon Mister Minghao, time for you to get me some dinner”

Minghao scrambles out of his chair and follows you out the door

Once you’re outside, you grab Hao’s hand and drag him towards the restaurant you have in mind

Hao is completely infatuated with you

How you’re smiling brightly under the street lights

You tell him excitedly about the restaurant you’re going to and how it’s one of your favorites

He just nods happily

Once you’re both finally settled in the restaurant, Minghao finally speaks up

It’s mostly to ask you questions about you

He finds out that you’re a university student, and what your major is

You tell him all about your family and friends and goals and dreams

Then you turn the conversation back to him

He shyly tells you about Seventeen and what that’s like

He beams as he talks about the boys and you find it absolutely adorable

“Can I see you dance sometime?”

He freezes 

“Would you even want to?”

“Of course I would, Hao! You talk about it so passionately, I want to see you in action!”

“I mean, I was gonna spend some extra time in the practice room this weekend...”

“Cool, it’ll be our second date then!”

Minghao is absolutely glowing when he gets home

“I’m guessing the coffee shop was good?” Jeonghan asks as he and Coups stare at his dazed face

“Huh? Oh yeah... it was fine”

For the rest of the week, Hao practices dances he could show you

When the day finally comes, he’s so nervous

He keeps watching himself in the mirror, worried that he looks ridiculous

When you finally come, he’s already pretty worn out

You sit with your back to the mirrors as you watch one of the dances he’s been working on

In the midst of his thoughts about doing well enough to impress you

He gets a passing thought that the image of you sitting in front of the wall of mirrors watching him dance is one that he could get used to

Once the song is done, you jump up excitedly

“Minghao that was amazing!!! You have to teach me something!!!”

He grins as you grip his arms and jump up and down

“Um ok, have you ever danced before?”

“Not once!”

He laughs at how brightly you say it

“Ok, then we’ll try something basic first”

The two of you spend the rest of the day dancing around, laughing when you mess up

You’re both exhausted by the time you actually make your way through a simple dance

You sit on the floor of the dance practice and drink water

“So, Mister Minghao... Any ideas for our third date?”

Romantically, you hit him like a hurricane

Every day is a new adventure with you

He thought he was outgoing

But you’re honestly down to do anything at any time

It changes his life honestly

Every moment is new and exciting

And while he’s with you, it’s never scary, just fun

He tries so many new things he never would have even considered just because of you

Once he gains confidence in your relationship, he comes up with just as many ideas for dates as you

And he takes more of the lead sometimes

His favorite feeling is the two of you holding hands as you rush off towards your next adventure

“Honestly Hao, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this confident and happy before”

“It’s cuz I’m in love Gyu”

Speaking of the other boys

Wow do they adore you

Just like Hao, they’re all taken aback by your confidence

Even Seungkwan and Hoshi

But they really think you’re awesome 

And it’s not long before you and Hao start inviting them on some of your adventures 

They all have so much fun

They love it when you attend their concerts because you cheer so loud

They have an inside joke that they can always hear you no matter how loud the other attendees get

And they know you’re really good for Hao

Bc not only are you taking him out of his comfort zone

You always take him seriously

You listen closely to all of his problems and concerns

You never make fun of him, not even a little 

You always proudly show off his art and praise him for it

You two like to go to couples art classes 

There was that one time when you came home from a rough day

And you just kind of leaned across from him on the counter and rant 

You admit that you’re struggling with school and the idea that you’re enough to accomplish what you want to

He silently takes out his paint and every time you complain about yourself, he writes one of the things he loves about you with paint on your skin

Then he stops waiting for you to say doubtful things and just continues writing kind thing after kind thing across your skin

When he runs out of space, he pushes up your shirt and continues to write

Then as he’s simply painting pretty designs up your stomach, he climbs on top of you and pushes you back to kiss you slowly and deeply and sweetly

Let’s just say he makes it very hard for you to doubt yourself

And you do the same for him

You honestly don’t even give him the chance to start doubting himself

You’re always supporting him in everything he does and praising his artistic creations

He loves talking to you after concerts 

Because you always have something new to say and you’re always overly excited about their performance and you explain your best parts with giant gestures and loud words

And he just sits there giggling at you

If you mention something about one of the other boys

He’ll get pouty until you talk about him again

And then you have to pet his head while you tell him how proud of him you are

But then you also push him back and tell him he’s so dramatic

But you two just have a really pure love for each other

You’re each other’s #1 supporters

And your relationship is all about finding adventure and doing it together

#seventeen #svt #minghao #xu minghao #minghao imagines #minghao scenarios #minghao fluff #the8 #the8 imagines #the8 scenarios #the8 fluff #seventeen texts #seventeen snaps #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt texts #svt snaps #svt imagines #svt reactions #svt scenarios #svt fluff #xu minghao imagines #xu minghao scenarios #xu minghao fluff

[watchmegetobsessed]

Celebrity crush - Tom Holland

just a little something i thought about today!

word count: 3.1k

masterlist

“So this is how it’s gonna go. We’ll give you two options to choose from, you’ll say who you would rather choose to be your man, we’ll keep him and you’ll get a new face on the other side. Clear?” Ellen explains the game of ‘Who’d you rather’ to you as you nervously sit in the comfortable armchair. You shoot the audience a nervous look nodding your head.

“Sounds cool,” you clear your throat bracing yourself to whatever is about to come.

“Great, let’s see our first candidates!” she announces and you turn to the huge screen behind you when two faces appear next to each other. “We have Liam Hemsworth and Ansel Elgort. Who do you choose?”

“Um, tough start, I’ll go with Liam,” you say nodding to yourself. You’re satisfied with your choice.

“Alright next up we have Liam and…” Ansel’s face disappears and it’s replaced by a photo of Dylan Minnette.” Liam and Dylan!”

“Dylan is a cute guy, but I think I’ll stick with Liam.”

“Okay, Liam stays. Let’s see the next one,” Ellen nods and Dylan’s face is now replaced by Harry Styles. “Oh my! Harry or Liam?”

“Oh definitely Harry,” you say before you could even stop yourself from talking and the audience laughs, but totally agrees with your choice. “Just look at him! And I think you purposely used a picture where he has long hair. That was iconic.”

“He really did have all the looks,” Ellen agrees. “Okay, so we have lost Liam, now we are rolling with Harry. Let’s see the next contestant.”

As the picture changes on the screen your answer comes faster than you could even think about who you want to choose.

“Tom!” you snap immediately as Tom Holland’s photo appears on the big screen and the audience starts clapping at your fast response.

It’s been an open secret in your team that your absolute number one celebrity crush is none other than Spider-Man himself. You’ve seen all of his movies numerous times and on your latest birthday your friends even put a shirtless photo of him to your cake. You obviously didn’t post that one, but it did take a better place in your heart than the other, plain one.

“That was… pretty fast,” Ellen smirks at you and you can feel your cheeks growing warm at how unfiltered you were.

“I’m just a big fan of his,” you tell her, but your face gives you away.

“Who isn’t? Okay, let’s see the next one. Tom or Nick Jonas?”

“Tom,” you say without even giving Nick a second thought.

“Seems like we are picking up the pace of the game. Alright, Tom or… Zac Efron?”

“Tom.”

Ellen laughs at your eagerness to keep Tom, but she keeps going for two more rounds where you keep choosing Tom over Cole Sprouse and Taron Egerton, until his photo finally moves over to the middle as the winner.

“So I guess we have a winner over here. You didn’t seem to be willing to even look at anyone after Tom.”

“I told you, I’m a big fan of his,” you tell her with a shy, but flirty smile as you fix your designer dress and cross your legs.

“Have you—Have you ever met him?”

“Unfortunately not yet, but I’m hoping our paths will eventually cross. I’m a Spidey fan, seen all the movies and he is definitely my favorite so far.”

“What would you tell him if he was here now?”

You are quick to turn around and check he is not creeping his way up to you right now. You can never know what Ellen has in store for you, she is the queen of surprises when it comes to her show.

“He is not here, don’t worry,” she laughs as you sit back with a relieved sigh.

“I had to make sure,” you chuckle. “Anyway, my message to him is that if he ever wants to come and see my show, I can get him a free backstage pass,” you say and then flirtatiously wink at the nearest camera as the audience starts cheering.

“Tom, I hope you’re watching this and you are gonna take the next step. Y/N is waiting for you!” Ellen smirks before moving on with the second part of your interview.

Few days after the taping the interview finally airs and the internet goes crazy over your crush on Tom Holland. Your fans even make memes and montages of the two of you, some of them make you laugh hard when you are scrolling through your feed on your rehearsal.

To be honest, you thought it would be the end of the story, you quickly moved on since you had a sold out show next Saturday and you were in and out of rehearsals in the upcoming days, not even paying a second thought to what went down at the interview.

Saturday afternoon you are sitting at makeup when Rita, your manager walks in with the widest grin on her face you’ve ever seen.

“What’s gotten you so happy?”

“Guess who I just gave three passes to?”

You think to yourself, but don’t really have a valid guess. Unfortunately, Rita doesn’t want to give out the information that easily.

“Okay, if you can’t guess you’ll have to see it yourself. Pay extra attention to the VIP sector on the right tonight,” she hints before walking out.

“Rita! You can’t just not tell me!” you shout after her, but she is gone.

She successfully made you go crazy over who is going to be in the audience tonight, but also made sure no one gives you the info before the start, so you have to see it during the show.

“I fucking hate you,” you growl at her as you stand behind the stage, getting ready to start. The intro is already playing and the hairstylist is finishing up your hair one last time.

“Make sure to put extra effort into the Harder choreo today,” Rita winks at you and you scoff at her. Harder is one of your steamiest songs, and the dance you perform on stage is definitely a hot one where you truly feel like a badass woman in your tight, revealing costume.

The show starts off great, the crowd is going crazy and you are grateful to be with your fans tonight, but your eyes keep wandering over to the side where you are supposed to see the mysterious guest, but the lights are too bright for you to see anything other than pitch black. All lights are dimmed when Harder comes on and the red lights give just the perfect heated atmosphere the song needs. You’re wearing your skintight bodysuit and knee high boots, hair let down as you do your sexy dance with your female dancers in the back. In the middle of the song you go over to the right side where you are supposed to do a short routine on a chair, one of your favorite parts in the whole show. Singing the lines you sit down to the chair that was already waiting for you and just as you open your knees wide your eyes meet a familiar gaze and you almost forget to sing.

Tom Holland is standing in the VIP section with his pass hanging from his neck, he has his two brothers with him, but you pay little attention to them as you keep performing with your eyes glued to his handsome face.

Taking Rita’s advice you make sure the rest of the choreography is as sexy and heated as possible and you occasionally keep glancing in Tom’s direction who seems to be enjoying the show. It gives you the boost to bring the best out of yourself, he is smirking with amusement in his eyes and you catch him say something to his brothers from time to time who just nod in agreement. You’d die to know what his words were, but you can only hope he’ll come backstage after the show and you can ask him yourself.

By the end of the concert you are bursting from energy and this show will definitely be in your top ten for the rest of your life. You’re panting but grinning widely as you run off the stage and do a quick group hug with your dancers, something you never miss after every show as an appreciation and celebration of the good work you just did.

As you head to your dressing room you spot your manager who has a devilish smile on her face and you almost start lashing out on her, but then none other than Tom Holland shows up coming from the arena. You stop in your way as your eyes meet, eyebrows running up on your forehead when you see the big bouquet of flowers in his hands. He gifts you with a soft, shy smile, the one you’ve seen so many times on the big screen, but it’s a thousand times sweeter in real life.

“Hey!” he greets you waving in your way, as if you haven’t seen him. You don’t see anyone else in the room, to be quite honest.

“Hi! I… didn’t know you were coming tonight,” you admit tugging your hair behind your ear and you wish you felt less sweaty and smelly. You can only hope it’s not as bad as you think.

“I took your invitation serious,” he chuckles making you smile.

“I honestly didn’t think you’d ever see that, sorry if it was… too silly or something,” you tell him with a nervous laugh. It wasn’t in your plans to face him so fast after you admitted to the whole world that you have a fat crush on him.

“Well, it was hard not to see it when literally everyone was tagging me in posts about it.” He then realizes the flowers are still in his hands and steps closer. “Oh, I brought these for you. I hope it’s not too big of a cliché, but I wanted to give you something after the show.”

“That’s so sweet, thank you!” you tell him completely touched by the gesture as he hands you the beautiful bouquet. “Did you like the show?” you innocently ask, his look imprinted in your mind as he watched you in awe from the audience.

“It was fantastic! Really, mind-blowing. All the dancing and everything, I didn’t even know where to look.”

“Well, I saw you looking at me pretty often,” you flirt and hope you’re not being too bold. But there’s no way you are wasting this chance with Tom Fucking Holland, your all-time favorite Spider-Man and #ManCrushMonday. Though you haven’t posted about the latter, but you definitely thought about it before.

His cheeks turn red as he laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, it was hard not to look when you were so breathtaking, to be honest.”

You can’t stop yourself from smiling like a teenage girl at the compliment. Even an idiot could feel that there is in fact something between the two of you and you truly hope he is feeling the same and it’s not just your crush talking from you.

“Hey, you guys should take a picture together,” Harry suggests and you suddenly feel ashamed you haven’t even acknowledged the twins’ presence.

“Oh, yeah, sure! But you guys should come too!” you tell him, but Tom is quick to differ.

“No!” he protests and you give him a surprised look before he corrects himself. “I mean—Let’s take one alone and then with the boys.”

“Okay,” you smile, and judging from the laugh his brothers try to hide you know his reasoning behind it. “I’m sorry if I’m sweaty and all,” you apologize as he stands next to you, curling an arm around your waist while you do the same and hold the flowers with your other arm.

“I think I’m just as sweaty after that show you just put out,” he admits and you can’t hold you laughter back.

Harry takes a few shots of the two of you before he and Sam joins you and a crew member takes a few group photos.

“Well, thank you for coming, I’m glad we got to finally meet,” you tell them, thinking about how you don’t want to part your ways so soon, but you have to start getting ready to leave.

“Me too, it was something to remember forever,” he admits with that same shy smile. “Hey, so I heard the big news that you’ll be performing at the Oscars!”

“Yes, it’s unbelievable! I’m so nervous just thinking about it!” you admit. It’s kind of an understatement, you’ve been practically shitting yourself ever since Rita broke the news for you that you’d be one of the performers at literally one of the biggest events all year.

“Congrats and… I guess we’ll meet in a week then.” The smile on his lips lets you know he is counting on seeing you on another occasion and you are happy he is on the same page as you.

“I guess,” you nod chuckling.

“Would it be too straight forward if I asked for your number maybe? Just to make sure we will meet that night.”

“Strictly for that reason,” you nod with a playful smirk as he hands you his phone and you type your number in quickly.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” he tells you as you hug goodbye to all three of the boys.

“Same here,” you nod before turning around and heading back to your dressing room.

 ***

 The Oscars is just as nerve-wrecking as exciting it is for you. It’s you first time doing such a huge performance and you definitely don’t want to be remembered for giving the worst show of all times. You smile your way through the red carpet even though you could break down in tears any minute. You’ve never felt this nervous before and you don’t like the effect it has on your mindset.

Sitting in your dressing room you are getting ready since your performance is just twenty minutes away. Your glam and outfit is completely done, but you just don’t feel the same in your thoughts.

From a sudden idea you send a text to Tom. It’s been an entire week since the show he attended and he texted you before you could even get back to your dressing room and you’ve been going back and forth ever since. He even FaceTimed you one night and you had a two hours long conversation about the most random things. Tom is easy to talk to and this is exactly how you imagined him. Your crush on him has just grown since you met him in real life. In this moment you feel like he is the person you want to talk to, but you doubt he even has his phone on him.

For your biggest surprise a reply arrives just seconds later.

“I’m on my way to you.”

It takes you a few moments to process that he indeed just left his seat at the Oscars to come and calm your nerves. Just about two minutes later there’s a soft knock on the door and after you call out, Tom appears in his perfectly fitted suit, looking better than ever and for a split second you forget everything and just think about how damn good he looks in a suit. When you return to reality panic sets back in and Tom can see it all in your eyes.

“Hey! Why are you so upset?” he gently asks as he steps closer to you taking your hands in his.

“I’m just so fucking nervous, what if I mess it up?”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know?” you whine, already seeing the worst things happen to you out there.

“I just know. I know, because you are literally the best. No one else deserves more to be here than you, alright? They asked you for a reason.”

“I’m just so scared something goes wrong,” you sigh, head hanging low, but he is quick to lift your chin up and make you look in his eyes.

“Everything will be alright. And if something do happen… I’ll just jump up to the table and pull my pants down so everyone will look at me and forget about what you messed up,” he tells you in an attempt to make you laugh and it works.

“That would be pretty funny.”

“Yeah? Do you want me to do it anyway?” he asks chuckling.

“No, keep your pants up,” you tell him shaking your head.

The door opens and an assistant pops his head inside.

“Y/N, we need to go, you are starting in five.” You nod your head and turn back to Tom.

“Can you come with me?” you ask him.

“Of course! Do you want me to stay at the side and wait for you?” You nod again, still feeling a little lost, but way better than before Tom arrived. “Alright. Let’s go then,” he smiles at you and the two of you walk out hand in hand.

He walks you all the way to the stage where you get your mic and earpiece, telling you encouraging words all along, calming your nerves as if it was his magical power.

“You got this,” he tells you, squeezing your hand one last time before you head out to the stage.

He was right, you got this. The song you performed was an excellent choice and the audience seemed to love the visuals and the dance. You get a standing ovation at the end and you almost start crying right there. You rush off the stage and immediately spot Tom still standing at the same spot you left him, his eyes and smile filled with pride and glory and your legs are just pushing your forward until you are in his arms, holding him tight, squeezing him happily as you squeal joyfully.

You lean back and your eyes move down to his lips the same time his gaze travels down to yours. In just a heartbeat you lean forward and your lips meet in a sweet, victorious kiss you’ve been waiting for so long. You melt into his lips, fingers tangled in his perfectly made hair as his palms lay flat on your bare back where the dress is not covering your shivering skin.

It takes quite some time for the two of you to let go of each other, one of you always goes in for just one more kiss as the backstage is rushing around you, people are running wildly to get everything in place when the show returns after the commercial break. Yet you just stand there with Tom, completely lost in each other.

“I think…” he starts quietly, a smirk hiding in his lips, “I think we owe Ellen a thank you,” he says making you laugh.

“Definitely,” you nod before pressing your lips back to his.

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hii! i saw you’re a new writer and your style is frickin awesome!! could you write a tanaka x black reader who’s also a cheerleader on a lvl 4 team and it’s his first time seeing her compete?!?! please and thank you!

Tanaka Seeing His All-Star Cheerleader GF Compete For The First Time! (Fluff)

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A/N: Thank you for resending this🥺🤍🤍🤍 of COURSE! Let’s go on a trip to the should-have-happened 2020 Cheerleading Worlds:

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“Babe!!! I’m so excited to see you!!!” Your boyfriend exclaimed into the phone. You had to hold the phone a few centimetres away from your ear because his voice was just so loud when he was excited.

“Me too, baby. We are about to start warming up soon. Did you find a spot to sit? You’re not too far back, are you? Because you can buy a pair of binoculars-“

“NO NEED! Second row, baby.”

You gasped, surprised. “What?? But you came a bit late, didn’t you? Those seats would have been taken for hours!”

“Are you questioning the powers of your boyfriend, Y/N?! All we had to do was make our way to the front audience and before you knew it two seats just opened up—“

We. Oh, right.

You remembered that Tanaka had brought his best friend Noya to Florida with him for the Cheerleading Worlds. Being well aware of how your bf and his friend are together , you immediately understood how they were able to find two seats in the front.

“Now I get it. Nishinoya bothered the other girls so much they relocated...” You had seen it first-hand at outdoor concerts with Nishi and Tanaka. Nishinoya has become even more girl crazy since his friend got off the market, he really wanted a girlfriend so he could go on double dates with you two instead of feeling like the perpetual third wheel.

“Huh? What matters is that we got a spot, Y/N!” Called a distant voice that you knew was Noya’s.

You rolled your eyes even though they couldn’t see it.

“Babe, I’m so glad you came, you know that right? Thank you so much!!” Your heart swelled every time you thought about the fact that your man literally booked a surprise trip to Florida from Japan to see you at the biggest competition in your entire life! You found out he was here last night—in a hotel far away because they were all booked up for worlds—But, he was here nonetheless. He didn’t want to shock you at the actual competition in case it altered your mind.

“I told you I’d be there!” He said.

“Yes but I didn’t believe you!! It’s a 15-hour flight!”

“That’s exactly why I brought my Noya with me! We had a blast on the flight. I just can’t wait to see you compete!” Your boyfriend quieted then, and you could hear the smile in voice when he said, “Plus, Noya wanted to be here for [YBF/N aka Your Best Friends Name].”

Noya shouted: ‘shut up, Tanaka!” in the distance and you laughed.

This is the first time that your cheer gym has ever qualified for Worlds and when your team had been given an invitation the lot of you cried for a week straight. Your boyfriend had sent you a singing telegram in celebration. It was hilarious and you loved him for it.

“That silly crush still going strong, huh Yuu?”

There were sounds of bustling in the phone then you heard Yuu loud and clear.

“It’s not silly Y/N. I’ll tell you that for the last time!”

“Tanaka told me you just asked out the hotel receptionist last night!!!”

“Because YBF/N-chan rejects me every day! I gotta make her jealous somehow!”

You heard rustling again and and an ‘Ow!’ from Noya before your boyfriends comforting voice entered the phone speaker again.

“Babe. Don’t let Noya drag you into their drama again. I need you to focus on your cheer comp. You kill it out there. Tell them if they drop you they’re gonna hear from me and blow me a kiss if you can.”

You blushed. You felt so insanely happy every time he encouraged you because he knew you so well and he was the best at it. You literally adored the man.

After speaking a little longer, your loving goodbyes and hanging up, Tanaka left to get snacks for himself and Noya while Noya held their seats

Ryu loved junk food and he loved his girlfriend so today was a perfect day

He knew It was a great idea to surprise you in Florida for the most important day of your life because he wanted you to know that nothing was more special to him than your happiness

On the way to Worlds from the hotel, Tanaka had annoyed Yuu to no end because he had tried to empty out the gift shop in search for an after-competition present for you

Noya swatted everything out of his hands, telling him that you were not on your death bed so the ‘get well soon’ teddybear was a no no & that he’d look lame with it

Not caring but kind of listening, Tanaka settled on picking up a bouquet of yellow roses for you because that was your uniform colour and he got your favourite candy.

Noya rolled his eyes but deep down he was so happy that his best friend had found the greatest love the two of them had ever seen

Seeing Y/N and Tanaka together made Yuu actually want to feel the kind of love his best friend felt for you and stop being such a player.

He had seen how much Tanaka had changed since meeting you, and it was incredible that his high-spirited best friend even had more notches to ascend

After retrieving the snacks, Tanaka returned to the stands and handed Nishinoya’s his order

They watched about 4 other teams perform before the announcer announced your team as next!!!

Tanaka cheered so loudly like a proud father

Nishinoya like a proud uncle

Your team ran on stage and you were holding hands with your best friend while waving to the audience

when you caught sight of your buzz cut baby in the crowd you pointed to him and blew him a big kiss

He pointed to his shirt with a huge smile and you could see that he was wearing a white t-shirt with your face on it in a cheer selfie

Omg lol

Honestly, Did you expect anything less?

Tanaka’s heart soared when you pointed him out, though he would never admit it, and his cheeks were hurting from smiling so wide!!!

He had never seen you perform not once before and he couldn’t wait to see you in your element!

When the lights shut off the libero and wing spiker started chanting your name in unison and whooping like they do while watching NFL.

Tanaka’s heart was beating through his chest because he was so nervous for you! Cheerleading was nothing like volleyball— while his volleyball team had 3 sets and over an hour to win a game, his beautiful girlfriend only had 2 minutes to leave everything on the floor that’s she and her team had been practicing months for and then it was all over.

Ryūnosuke watched as your team got into position.

His eyes glued themselves to you in a dance position to the far right

Since videotaping at the Cheerleading Worlds was strictly prohibited, he had practiced not blinking staring competitions with Noya last night so he wouldn’t miss a second of your performance!

He stood on his toes as to not let you out of his sight. He wanted to see your big ponytail all the way down to your toes. The whole nine yards.

Noya tried standing on the chair but he got hissed at so he jumped back down lol

Tanaka cheered one last time when he saw you take one last deep breath

“Game Time, Y/N! YOU GOT THIS BABE”

In a beat, the up-beat loud music started and you were going.

Tanaka was in awe of you and the incredible sport

Everything went so fast he was sure if he tried he’d have a heart attack from working to hard

He saw you whip your body backwards in series of difficult flips

He watched you jump into your bases hands and get tossed so high in the air that his heart stopped

He watched you stand tall in the air with only one guy holding you up while holding your toes beside your ear flexibly (partner stunts)

He watched the team move into a triangle and jump all at once hearing the crowd go:

“Hit! Hit! Hit! Hit! Pull!”

Then, he watched your team make a human pyramid! But it was so much more elaborate than the 3-person one he’d seen on tv shows:

What Tanaka expected:

Vs. What Tanaka saw:

Finally, he got to watch you in his favourite part: the sassy high energy dance at the end

Tanaka was flabbergasted because he never knew you were so much of an athlete (no offence meant, that’s what most people think before they witness competitive cheerleading)

When your team finished he cheered so loudly for you and so did Nishi

The energy in the crowd was unbelievable!!!

You looked out of breath and beautiful standing in your end position

To Tanaka, Cheerleading looked harder than volleyball!

And more dangerous.

It was like watching a Cirque de Soleil performance if it was on steroids and fast forwarded.....he loved it!!!

Tanaka wanted to run on stage when your team finished but he kept his cool and waited

After the comp and award ceremony (your team didn’t place) Tanaka was the first to run and pick you up into his arms in a big bear hug

He told you how proud he was of you and squeezed you and kissed your cheek

Even though you were sad, you couldn’t help but giggle in his embrace

All of your teammates were jealous of how cute you two were and how amazing your bf was to come all the way to America just to see you

Especially when Noya handed Tanaka who handed you the beautiful yellow roses and candy he bought for you

Everyone wished they had a boyfriend like yours as you took cute pictures together (some with Ryu kissing your cheek, giving you a piggy back, and the two of you kissing)

All pic credits go to Nishinoya who takes it way too seriously but you love him anyway

Tanaka explained to you how awesome you guys did and it literally made you forget about your loss and just smile

It was important you were happy because that meant you could enjoy the rest of the Florida trip with your best boy !!

Even Noya had a pretty great happily ever after on this trip because YBF/N was so impressed by the shirt he made with her face on it.

Go big or go home was definitely your bf’s best friend’s speciality and your best friend actually agreed to go on a date with him after seeing it

Ryu gave his Libero a thumbs up before leaning down to kiss you

He held you lovingly in his strong arms

All in all, you were ecstatic to have your man at your competition and Ryu was even happier than you to be there.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu sfw #tanaka ryunosuke #tanaka x reader #tanaka x you #tanaka x y/n #haikyuu boys #haikyuu requests #tanaka x cheerleader #black reader #haikyuu!! #hq scenarios

[sweetkyu]

blue | sunwoo

genre: angst, fluff.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol.

word count: 3.7k

n/a: i was inspired by some of jaden's songs to write this fic, this is the first time i post something so be kind hehe

i lost the count of how long i was standing in the middle of my living room, watching the rain fall down through the balcony door, holding onto my cup of chamomile tea with both hands. my mind had already given all the laps around the world as i just stood there. eyes locked to the world outside. empty head, no thoughts. nothing but kim sunwoo breaking into tears when i decided to end our relationship, three months ago. every day has been painful and sorrowful like this, since then. of course sometimes i can manage to just take a deep breath and try to live a day without thinking too much about it. today is the worst day until now because it's the day we would complete five years of dating, that is if we were together. to celebrate it, we had plans of traveling to norway to see the northern lights, a dream we dreamed together since we were kids.

i met kim sunwoo way before he became the boyz' main rapper sunwoo. i could never think that i would be this crazy in love with him when we met, but we don't know nothing about fate, i guess. and me and sunwoo, we were destined to be together, made for each other just like adam and eve. we have so much in common, we share the same dreams, we want to achieve the same things. our moms were university best friends, we didn't have much contact as kids, until the day our mothers decided to put us on the same school to study together... but why would they do that? nobody ever thought we were going to fall in love with each other, but when it happened, to our families it was just perfect. however, ten years after the first day in school together and here we are, here i am completely devastated and drowned in regret, chasing for sunwoo in every place. i thought i would be strong after all these years of relationship, after all the silly fights and misunderstandings i thought i would be able to ignore everything and stay by him, for him. and still i didn't.

his fans knew everything about us, since we started dating before he debuted. i was always there, at all concerts, fanmeetings, music shows. whenever i had the time, i was there in the backstage. deobis were mostly okay with us being together, some of them had social media accounts dedicated for us, i would see everything... and by everything, i mean literally. especially the fans who would hate me and send me messages saying that they wanted me dead, that sunwoo would be better off without me and so much more. that was when i became weak and started to believe in them. that was when my life became a mess in all areas, i was going through a major crisis in my job, my father was sick, some close friends stopped talking to me for no reason at all and sunwoo was on a one-month tour in japan. i was feeling lost, lonely, and i had to do something.

it was raining just like today on that night. i was preparing another cup of tea for me, my third round that day, when he got into the apartment. sunwoo was happy that he was finally home, he would tell stories about the tour and i would just pretend i was listening to them. he could notice something was off and asked me about it. in a whisper i replied him, "i wanna break up". it got silent for long and hard seconds, until i collected courage enough to look at him. the most painful thing i've ever seen, little did i know that scene would be tattoed in my mind for months. beautiful round eyes that i adore so much locking the tears so they wouldn't fall down, he nibbled at his bottom lip before asking "are you serious?" and i took a deep breath before nodding my head as a yes. sunwoo, then, began with the questions, demanding to know where all of that came from considering that we were so happy together. i was rude in my answers, saying that i was tired of the relationship and that i needed some time for myself. moments later and sunwoo went out, slamming the door behind him after i claimed that was the end. 

i've been living under this nightmare ever since, hating myself more every second because i was the one who put myself under this situation, who put sunwoo under this situation. for the past six months i had to just watch sunwoo through his work and social media, and sometimes i would know two or three things about him through chanhee, his fellow groupmate and best friend. chanhee was the only one who knew the truth about the break up and i made him swear he wouldn't tell no one, especially sunwoo, and so he did. in exchange, three months after, chanhee let me know about a mixtape sunwoo would release, mixtape which came out earlier today at midnight. i was kinda excited about this, it is his first solo work and i know how much he wanted to create something with his own touch, his own feeling. the mixtape is called 'blue' and it has only four songs, each named with every letter of the word blue. the songs tell a story on their own, so they make better sense if listened in order and all at once. in the lyrics, he talks about everything he had won as an artist and all that he lost because of that, all in a confused mix of feelings, sometimes full of anger and other times he would sound calm, and it's pretty clear that he is talking about me when he mentions a girl. since his group is now one of the most popular boy groups in korea, it didn't take long for his so waited mixtape to reach #1 in all digital platforms. i was so happy for him and so proud of his work, i even typed a text to send him but i just couldn't press the send button. instead, i expressed my happiness to chanhee, who was extremely comprehensive like always. 

as expected, i spent the entire day of today listening to this goddamn mixtape. every time i would hear his painful words it was like someone was putting a knife into my heart and, oh god, why did i brought so much suffering into this boy's life? this question kept on hammering my head the entire day until i decided i wouldn't listen to it anymore. i finished my shift at work without listening to any music, the background sound would be enough to make me company. i got into the subway with my coworkers just like any other day, they would say something about going out since it was friday and i would pretend i had some other important thing to do. and now, looking at all this rain that is falling outside, i think it was the best i could have done. i look at the clock ticking on the wall and although it's not even 10pm i decide to call it a day. i turn off the tv, let the empty mug by the kitchen sink and drag myself to the bedroom, laying down on my bed, getting comfortable around my pillows and under my fluffy blanket, letting the sleep take full control of my body.

it's still dark outside when i finally managed to free myself from the dream i was having. a dream where everything was fine and i could be found inside sunwoo's loving arms again, feeling his heart beat against mine, smelling his scent, hearing his sweet nothings being whispered at me. but then, so sudden, i looked deep into his eyes and recalled that it was only a dream. i would cry so hard while he would just look at me with a smile on his face. it's been a while since i had dreams like this one. i woke up with tears falling from my eyes, body shaking from head to toes. it took me a while to calm down, when i finally did i decide to have a glass of cold water. after going to the kitchen to drink it, i find my forgotten cellphone onto the dinner table. once i unlock it, i find some unread messages from chanhee.

[00:14] choi chanhee: y/n, i'm sorry but i think it's better for me to tell you

[00:14] choi chanhee: we were at a bar, sunwoo was drunk and started talking about you, saying he had to see you and he left

[00:15] choi chanhee: anyways he is going to your place, we couldn't stop him i'm sorry

[00:15] choi chanhee: call any of us if he acts weird okay? he seems to be out of himself this days... 

i let out a heavy sigh after seeing the messages were sent forty minutes ago, he will be here any time soon. to see sunwoo right now is what i want the most, surely, without any doubts. i miss him with everything that i have. but at the same time i don't feel ready enough for this, i'm not in my best moment, i don't know how i will react when i look at him; once it will be our first encounter after everything that happened between us. without noticing, i start pacing back and forth in my living room, feeling confused and nervous, anxiety growing inside me one more time that night and i feel my legs losing their strength, i sit by the couch as i try to take deep breaths in order to calm myself down again. this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this-- my thoughts are interrupted by the doorbell, followed by knocks on the door. i don't know how but i manage to get up and walk to the door with my jelly-like legs. i don't need to check before opening it. just like i had dreamed moments ago, sunwoo is right in front of me. dark circles around his beautiful eyes, the tip of the nose a bit red and he smells like he has been drinking and smoking for the past few hours. he is wearing black hoodies, black pants and black converse. all black, just the way he likes. i'm still giving no reactions, blinking at the sight of him, hoping for this to be another dream.

"hi" it’s all i can say.

"c-chanhee told me, y/n" he hiccups, taking a deep breath after "he told me everything" i look at him, trying to come up with a sentence but i just can't talk "a-about the haters and how that made you break up with me"

"sunwoo, i--" i stop in the middle of the sentence, couldn't finish because he literally jumped into my arms. a couple minutes later, i close the door behind us before readjusting his arms around me. with the head against his chest i can feel his heart bumping fast and his chin hovering above my head, and somehow it is recomforting. we stay like this for a couple moments, i stop feeling nervous and anxious as i feel his arms around me, calming me down, until his sobbing come into my ears "are you okay?" he nods, kissing the top of my head.

"i just..." i lift my head to look at him, red teary eyes looking deep into my eyes "why didn't you tell me, y/n? huh?" he holds my face with both hands "you can't do this, my love. how can you believe in what other people say when you know i'll love you forever?" he puts his forehead against mine and mumbles "please come back to me, i miss you so much" 

"sunwoo..." i take a deep breath and whisper "i don't know..."

"please, my love, please... i do anything!" his breath smells like alcohol "if you want me to leave the group, i'll do that right now!"

"stop saying nonsense, you know you can't do that!" i shake off his hands away slightly and he seems pretty offended, getting some steps away and looking back at me with angry but still sad eyes, tears now running down his cheeks without permission. a muscle in his jaw twitches making him look scary, yet i'm not afraid.

"it isn't nonsense! it's the truth!" he shouts "how could you believe those words when i am madly in love with you?--" sunwoo paces around the living room, hands messing his hair as if he was having an attack.

"sunwoo, you're screaming--"

"i can't eat, i can't sleep! all i can think about is you!" he takes a deep breath “i have my own pride! you can’t do this to me--”

"it's late, please lower your voice--"

“you can’t just leave me sick like this!” i scratch my forehead at his screamed words “you can’t throw away what we had, not this way!”

“sunwoo, please--”

"why did you have to do this?” he goes on “we've been together for so long, how could you let us just fall all apart?"

"sunwoo..."

"i can't breathe when you're not with me, y/n! fuck!" he slaps the flower pot that once was on top of the table, making it fall into the ground and break into pieces.

"oh my god, kim sunwoo! stop acting like crazy! look what you did!" he stares at me, gasping. i feel my cheeks getting red at the sudden wave of mixed feelings.

"i'm s-sorry" sunwoo looks to the ground and sighs before dropping on his knees, hysterically sobbing "it hurts so much, y/n. you're my everything! i can't stay away from you anymore" he lets out while crying "now why... why would you?" i don't know what to do, but i still keep watching him while holding back some tears.

it doesn't take too much until i can't take this agonizing scene anymore. i know he is tired and confused and i'm definitely not on the mood to fight, that's why i kneel down in front of him and let my hands cup his cheeks. i lift his head, taking a good look at his face as i start to wipe his teardrops away, still fighting back my tears, feeling my heart break into tiny little pieces "why don't you take a shower so you can calm down and then if you're not too tired we talk this through, huh? what do you say?" he opens a sad smile and nods, softly leaning his head against my hand as he searches for more of my touches.

with a certain difficulty, i manage to get him back on his feet but somehow he lost his balance, hardly being able to stand on his feet, so i help him walk to the bathroom while he keeps on muttering that he is sorry for everything and that he wants me back, making this even harder. once we are in the bathroom, i help him with his clothes before pushing him under the shower, i open the faucet, letting the water fall on his head.

"ah! it's cold!" he complains in a hiss, hugging his now naked body.

"i know, but you need it" i close the bathroom shower door, hearing as he mumbles something about not having extra clothes, making me sigh at the fact that he had forgotten that he owns at least three drawers in my dresser.

i walk back to the living room and clean up the mess sunwoo made. when finished, i decide to have a couple more glasses of water to calm down. i still can't believe this is happening. i draw in a long breath as i walk to the bedroom, i open one of sunwoo's drawers, which is exactly the same way it was the day he left. i pick up some clothes for him and soon when i stop hearing the sound of the water falling, i get back into the bathroom to hand sunwoo his clothes. he shyly thanks me before i walk out the room to give him some privacy. few minutes go by until sunwoo shows up in the room, wearing the navy blue pajamas i picked for him, dragging his body to the bed, where i am sitting on.

"i'm sorry, my love. sorry i'm a mess up" he mumbles, stopping in front of me, just by the look on his eyes i can feel that he is completely exhausted, like he would sleep for an entire day if he could. i don't say much, sighing only before getting up to take his hand and sit him down on the bed. i take the towel away from his hands and start to dry off his hair. i feel his hand touch my waist lightly, his thumbs caressing my skin over the material of my shirt, touches ever so soft just like his voice when he whispered "don't be mad at me"

"i'm not" i quickly answer back.

"yes, you are. you're not even looking at me, y/n" he puts his hands on my hands, making any movement of mine stop and then i finally look into his now swollen eyes, all i can see is sadness and sorrow.

"i'm not mad, sunwoo. i just don't like seeing you like that," i try not to cry but it's barely impossible "it makes me sad and it's even worse to know that you're suffering because of me" he wraps his arms around my waist when i drop the towel to the bed, covering my face as i sob uncontrollably.

i find shelter in sunwoo's arms moments later, when he makes me sit on his lap. i curl myself up inside his embrace, snuggling my nose on his neck and feeling his fingers going back and forth on my skin, sometimes he would kiss my temper and whisper some words, reminding me that he was there with me, calming me down.

"i'm so, so sorry for all of this" i hear myself saying after long minutes went by, he holds my  face on his hands, looking deep into my crying eyes "i was weak and made us suffer this badly" he nods at my words "i was in a bad place back then, i thought you wouldn't understand and got us all stuck in this even worse nightmare" he runs his thumb across my cheeks, wiping away some teardrops "i should've talked to you but i was afraid..."

"there was nothing for you to be afraid of, my love... we would have talked this through and find a solution together" i bob my head in comprehension as i feel his fingers put a lock of my hair behind my ear, tears falling silently this time "just like we will find one now, you are not alone. i’m with you, y/n"

"i'm so happy that you are here, sunwoo..." i let out in a whisper and i can watch his lips curve into a smile "i tried to text you before but i just couldn't" he nods.

"i understand, y/n. and it's totally fine" we grin at each other “and i’m sorry i didn’t call all this time and--” he is interrupted by a sudden yawn that makes us laugh, he apologizes right after "sorry, my love, i'm just feeling tired" he blinks lazily as i cross my hand through his hair.

"no, babe, i'm sorry for putting you up to this at this time, we should've talked in the morning" sunwoo shakes his head in denial, mumbling that it's okay "let's call it a day, shall we?" he nods once again that night.

"perfect idea, my love" i smile at him.

my hand fall from his hair to his chin as i put the other one on his shoulder. i lean myself and only closed my eyes after i saw sunwoo closing his, i get closer and closer until our lips locked. our kiss is small at first, slow and soft as if we were afraid of hurting each other but soon it grew bigger and full of desire. it was like my kiss had woken him up, his hands are now everywhere; first holding my cheeks then running down my arms until he got them on my waist, pulling me closer as if it is even possible. my own hands flew to the back of his head without me even notice and i feel his ones running up and down my spine, then holding me close. 

"i love you, y/n" he mumbles in between our making out session, lowering his kisses down my neck and shoulder.

"i love you too, love you  so much" i let out in a whine, panting under his caresses and this makes him smile. sunwoo stops all the kissing and leans his body backwards for a moment, taking his time to look on my face. good thing is that i can take a good look at his as well. he is gasping through his big and swollen red lips, black hair still a bit humid because i didn't make a good job at drying them, beautiful and swollen eyes that had stopped crying now stare at me with passion, making me feel like i am the prettiest woman on the planet, shirt all messy on his body and i swear this is the most beautiful scene i have seen, the dim lights from the bedside lamp only helping him to look even better.

"please don't you ever leave me again, my love" sunwoo prays in a whisper, one hand going up my cheek and i put mine above it "i don't know what i'll do without you" i lean my head to give his caressing hand a kiss.

"i'm not going anywhere" a smile dances on his lips and then he pulls me closer, making us fall on the bed and laugh together at it, before sunwoo kisses me again.

three months ago when he left, i could feel an emptiness growing inside of me, as if sunwoo had taken a piece of me along with him. but now i can assure that the hollow space i was feeling before sunwoo entered my apartment earlier today, that feeling is gone. kim sunwoo had always been that one source of happiness in my life and i don't know how i had the courage to doubt that nor how i managed to live all this time without him. again, we are like adam and eve. we are not perfect, we make mistakes, we are simply soulmates, born to be together. and i know that from now on i'm going to be fine, we are going to be happy.

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[kurorinde]

The Moonrise Chronicles | No. 3 | Eyes On Me

Dear Friends,

It’s been a while. Like, over a month.

First, I’d just like to say I did in fact ride my bike at least once before September ended.

1-2-3 All Eyes On Me Work has been...challenging. It’s an adjustment that I’m going to have to get through, especially with people who treat others unkindly, or those above me on the totem pole who have strong opinions that I disagree with. Culture shock, I guess.

I’ve been getting to know my co-workers individually and it’s comforting to know that there’s still some people I can relate to. I also started volunteering for the after-school programs at the elementary schools, and I have to say: I think I relate to these kids the most lol. It’s been a real palette cleanser being in a somewhat-familiar environment where it’s high-energy but uncomplicated.

Other than that, I’m going to talk with my supervisor on how I can make the switch to the Engineering department, which I’ll hopefully have some updates on in the next Files.

Fun Things! I finally got on my bike on the second-to-last day of September. Good timing too, because they pretty much ripped up the road the next day lol.

I went to the mountains on National Public Lands Day and earlier today (the night I’m posting this). It was beautiful both times. In September, we went to one of the summits on a sunny but breezy day. Today, we took the rest of our family and were engulfed in the clouds.

I also went to my first ever (non-school related) concert! I went with some pals that I haven’t seen in months, let alone spent quality time with. (Speaking of quality time, I’ve been thinking about love languages recently and I might do a post relating to that too.) I didn’t get home until 1 AM because we spent almost an hour trying to get out of the parking lot, but it was all a genuinely amazing experience. All thanks to the friends that were there.

Feeling Seen: Why I Was Gone for a Month I’ve re-written this part a few times already. Actually, it was one of the things that started right as I posted my last update. It was just yesterday that I made a dent towards some sort of resolution, so I think I have a clearer mind to write about this.

I was asked by one of my best friends to sing for a church music video. He works on pretty much every church music video in our area, especially with the music mixing itself. For this mv, he wanted “new voices” to participate, so out of the four solos, I was the “new voice.” He was another voice, and the other female was our resident ‘golden voice’ or something. From the first time we heard her sing, I knew that I could never compare. My skill was no match for her raw talent. At least, that’s what I let become ingrained into my mind over the years.

Anyway, this was my first time ‘performing’ in years (I’m talking close to a decade) and I was nervous! I think he caught onto that much at least (I could not have been more straightforward about it), but I don’t think he understood how much of those nerves were fueled by my insecurity. Sure, at some points, because the song wasn’t really “my style” I was afraid of coming off as not genuine, but I was afraid that I wouldn’t be the only one comparing voices. It didn’t help when I was pretty much discarded.

Call it bruised ego or whatever. I was hurt.

The song was a little short, so he decided to make a reprise to roll credits on. At that point, I was warming up to the idea of coming back to record more. When he asked me when I could come back, I cleared my schedule and excitedly responded back. He didn’t see my message and I didn’t get a response until the weekend passed: he had already done the entire recording with her.

Um, sir? I thought you wanted new voices?? Where are they???

I felt led on. I felt like an imposter. I felt like a placeholder. Only there to just take up space.

I felt hurt, angry, sad, even more insecure. Not good enough. Replaceable. Unwanted. It felt familiar.

I know he didn’t mean to hurt me, but I couldn’t help but go back to just before the pandemic. I had been feeling this same way in a different situation and I told him about it. His response was a non-response, in my opinion. As if I was making a big deal about nothing. And I know that I wouldn’t completely know how to respond to a friend that just admitted to being in the worst state of mind. Even if he didn’t have the words at the time, I think a follow-up would’ve been helpful. Just so I didn’t have to pretend to be fine for over a year.

And I jokingly tell him that of course I talk about him to our friends, but this past weekend, I told our friends about everything that I’d been feeling for this past month and the last year concerning this situation. There were tears from bottling it in for so long, but also from feeling seen for the first time in a long time. And I know that they may not read this until years later when I’m comfortable with showing them this blog, but I’d just like to say: THANK YOU for creating a safe space for me to be vulnerable, and thank you for having trust that you could be vulnerable in front of me.

So that’s why I was gone: the Sad Girl Hours lasted an entire month. And we all want closure, and that vulnerability, that trust, and communication will for sure get us closer.

There’s more things that I’m prepared to share with yall. I actually started working on songs again! And I’d like to share some of the voice memos on here (mayhaps calling them ‘The Moonrise Memos’ ?) so expect the first one soon!

I’m not used to having everybody’s eyes on me, and sometimes, I’m terrified by the sentiment. But I think that, as long as I remember that there are good friend who see me, I can keep letting go of how others perceive me. 

Thank you again, to my friends who lifted this weight off my heart, and thank you if you’re reading this.

KEEP GOING.

Love, Robin aka Bobi

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Welcome to the Band - Harry Styles

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“Welcome to Harry Styles Love on Tour.” Jeff grins.

“Thank you, I really couldn’t be more grateful for this opportunity.”

I walk out of his office and notice Mitch sitting on the floor waiting for me to exit. I’m surprised he wasn’t sitting there with his ear pressed to the door.

“How’d it go?” He asks, suddenly getting up.

“I’m in!” I smile.

“Holy shit!” He pulls me in for a hug so tight my feet lift off of the ground, “Welcome to the band!”

“Yeah, I guess it’s paid off having to deal with you all these years.” I tease, punching his shoulder lightly as he puts me back down.

“Fuck off.” He laughs.

He knows I’m teasing, I owe him big time for this. I’ve known him for years, before he ever even met Harry. Once his world blew up and he became a more professional musician, I couldn’t have been more excited. He was finally living our dream.

Once they had an emergency with Adam, their previous bassist, where he wasn’t able to tour with them Mitch asked me to come in.

That random Sunday night I had no clue what I was walking into. I had no clue that I was going to be meeting Harry Styles and the rest of the band to see if we would mesh well together. I had no clue that I was going to be tested in my skill and in my personality. I’ve never been so nervous to be myself, but Mitch made it ten times easier. We spent hours talking and playing random melodies. I’ve never met a group of people that I felt so comfortable with so quickly.

It’s only been a few days since we had our little jam session and now it looks like I’ve got the gig. I know they looked into a few different people after me. Mitch said Harry was sold on me after I was there for ten minutes, but Jeff made them interview a few other people so they wouldn’t just be taking the first candidate and Mitch’s best friend. Mitch claimed no one else could compare, but I feel like he just has to say that.

I have only two weeks to find someone to sublet my apartment and pack so I can leave for a world wide tour. It’s so sudden and exciting, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’ve always been a fan of spontaneity.

“Congratulations.” A voice calls over my shoulder.

“Thank you.” I turn to face Harry and he pulls me in for a half hug.

“I’m really glad that you’ll be joining us.” He smiles, “We’re lucky to have you.”

Two weeks go by faster than you could ever imagine. Before I know it we’re hoping on a plane to go to the UK and officially start the tour.

“Nervous?” A voice calls from behind me.

“It’s that obvious?” I grin looking at him through the mirror in front of me. I set down the mascara I was about to use.

“No, I just had a feeling. I wanted to come check in on you. Plus Sarah and Mitch are already out the green room. You were missing.”

He’s so sweet.

“I’m fine, I’ve performed a thousand times, but never to quite this scale.” I stop talking and you can hear the crowd screaming loudly over King Princess. I can only imagine how deafening it’ll be when we’re on stage. “It’s a bit intimidating being part of your entourage if I’m being honest.”

He laughs and looks down at his shoes.

“Yeah, it can always be a bit scary going out there. It’s a bit higher stakes, but that’s higher reward. Just you wait until you hear them all sing along with you.”

“You’re telling me you still get nervous?” I turn in my seat so I can actually look at him.

“Everytime. In the best way though, just a bit of butterflies I guess.” He places a hand on my shoulder, “I wouldn’t worry. I’ve seen you practicing non stop to catch up, you’ve only been practicing this music for a few weeks, and we were traveling most of that anyway, and yet it’s as if you’ve been playing it for years. I have faith in you, Y/n.”

“Thank you.” I smile.

“I’ll see you out there.” Harry takes a few backwards steps towards the door, “Good luck, love.”

Harry couldn’t have been more right. I’ve never felt more a part of something than when Harry simply lets them sing while we continue playing. Their voices fill the arena and I look out on all of the smiling faces.

“Alright, I can’t continue this without introducing you to a few people.”

The crowd roars as Harry walks over to Mitch. He gives a little intro and moves on to Sarah until finally it’s my turn.

“Last, but certainly not least we have our newbie, Miss Y/n Y/Ln.” He rests his arm across my shoulder. I roll my eyes and play a small rift just like the other two did.

“It’s her first time playing a world tour, I have to say I think she’s doing quite a marvelous job. Don’t you?”

The crowd roars even louder than before, it’s all I can hear. All of the faces grinning back, waving at me once they notice my stare. The feeling is unmatched to anything else I’ve experienced. Harry looks back at me, my face filled with awe, a grin takes over his face as well. All too soon the very first concert of the tour is over.

“Oh my god!” I yell as soon as we’re off stage.

Mitch pulls me in for a hug.

“You did great.”

“That was crazy!” I say, still in shock.

“Well done.” Harry greets, “I told you, high risk high reward.”

“Thank you so much for bringing me along for this. I can’t even put into words how cool that was.” I leave Mitch’s hold to pull Harry into a hug.

“You’re more than welcome, thank you for joining us on tour.” He wraps his arms tighter around me.

After that we spend weeks on the road, nearly a different city every night. I couldn’t be happier, the high of each show has yet to wear off. I’ve grown more comfortable as we continue as well. Sarah and I are practically sisters at this point, we’ve bonded about having to be stuck with the boys all the time. Mitch and I were always close, I’m glad to be able to spend so much time with him now. And then there’s Harry. Probably the person that I spend the most time with on tour. Whether it is him taking me to his favorite restaurant in the city or just a rom com in his hotel room after a long night. We’ve become really close friends, even if sometimes it feels as if we could cross that line.

“This is Madison Square Garden!” I yell, walking towards the edge of the stage, looking out over all of the empty seats.

We’ve been back in the States for a while and it makes me happy. We’re officially halfway finished with the tour, which is crazy. It still feels like we’ve only just begun.

“Sold out.” Harry comments, talking slow steps behind me.

“And it’s not the first time for you either.” I roll my eyes with a smile. We have three back to back performances here.

“Hey.” He nudges my shoulder with his.

“Hey.” I nudge him back.

“What are you thinking?” He asks, we both take a seat on the edge of the stage. The crew works around to set up around us.

“This is crazy.” I shake my head in disbelief, “This time six months ago I was begging to perform in small clubs in L.A. I was a part of a band that literally no one had heard of. Now I’m here.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” He agrees, “It wouldn’t have been much longer. Someone would’ve discovered you. I’m just glad I scored you when I did.”

“Is that so?” I absentmindedly swing my feet, bumping my feet into Harry’s every once and a while making us both chuckle.

“It is. I don’t even know what this tour would be like without you.” We both peel our eyes away from the empty seats. Suddenly we are much closer together than I remember. He leans in and I tilt my head up towards him, his breath warming up my cheek as both of us are nearly out of breath with anticipation. This is something we’ve been waiting months for.

Just as I’m about to close my eyes, I realize exactly where we are and what we are about to do. I don’t know if I can cross this line. He’s Harry Styles, I’m a part of his band. The crew is still setting up the lighting behind us, we aren’t alone and if things don’t end well I am stuck with him for several more months.

“Maybe you should start getting ready.” I smile pulling back ever so slightly. I quickly get up from the edge of the stage trying to put some distance between us, “I know how long it takes you.”

“Let me take you on a date.” He doesn’t even seem to hear what I say, or if he does he doesn’t care to change the subject, his smile never fades for a second. He stays in the exact same position, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips. Slowly he gets up and suddenly he’s towering over me at his normal height.

“Isn’t dating a bandmate strictly against band rules?” I ask.

“Only if you don’t want to fall in love with me it is.” He smirks proudly.

“Wow, the ego.” I laugh, taking a hesitant step back from him, “Are we sure that you’re not the one who’s fallen?”

“I never said that I hadn’t.” His steps match mine, until I stop taking steps back. I’m pretty sure if I back up anymore I’ll run into an amp. Finally he’s close enough where I can feel his warm breath on my cheek again.

“Really?” I arch my brow, leaning my head up towards his.

“Really.” He confirms, tilting his head down ever so slightly, “So what do you say?”

“Y/n?” Mitch’s voice calls out loudly from somewhere backstage.

“Saved by the bell.” I tease, finally escaping. I quickly walk off to find Mitch for whatever he needed. I don’t have the courage to turn around, but I can feel Harry’s stare as I go.

Once I find Mitch I discover he just needed help restringing one of his guitars for tonight. I haven’t seen Harry since earlier. We already did soundcheck so that means he’s off somewhere getting dressed and ready for tonight. Mitch and I hang out in the large green room snacking on everything in sight. Sarah has disappeared somewhere to flirt with someone from security.

“I need to talk to you about something.” I turn to Mitch.

“Is it about you and Harry?” He asks making my jaw drop.

“How did you-how? What?” I stutter out confused how he already knew what I needed to talk to him about.

“You two have been into each other since the tour started!” He laughs, “I was just waiting for you to come to terms with it. Harry told me about it weeks ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” I smack his shoulder.

“Ouch!” He rubs at the now sore spot, “You are both my friends, I wasn’t going to throw him under the bus. What happened? Why are you acting weird tonight?”

“I’m acting weird because we almost kissed and he asked me out on a date, but then I bolted.”

“You ran away? But you like him.”

“I know. It was dumb, but what am I supposed to do? So we go out on a few dates and then things are weird between us for the rest of the tour and then he doesn’t want me back to be in the band for the future. It’s not an option, I don’t want to go back to performing to people who don’t care.”

“Or maybe you go out on a few dates and things go amazing and then you get to finish tour with your boyfriend and finally be happy.” Mitch smiles.  “Harry is a good guy, you know this. Even if things don’t work out you two are mature enough to be alright. I have faith in you that you’ll be fine.”

“You’re right.” I nod.

“I always am. It doesn’t matter, you two are already practically dating anyway.”

“We are not-”

“So what do we think?” Harry asks, making an entrance as always, debuting a brand new suit courtesy of Gucci. Similarly to his first solo tour he was wearing exclusively Gucci outfits that look killer on stage and scream Harry.

“Looks good.”

“I like it, very handsome.”

Harry’s head snaps up to look at me after hearing my comment last.

“Thank you.” His cheeks tinted pink.

“Can I talk to you?” I ask, suddenly getting up from the couch.

“Yeah.” He starts to walk out of the room and I follow.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier.” I apologize, “I do like you, but I’m just nervous what exactly comes with that.”

“I understand completely” He nods, “You don’t need to apologize either. I get it, you needed time to think things over. I can respect that. So, about that date?”

“I would love to go on a date with you.” I grin.

“Thank god.” He sighs and pulls me in for a tight hug. I relax into it, finding an unmatched amount of comfort of being in his arms. Wordlessly I pick my head up from his chest and look up at him, he tilts his head down.

“Guys! You’re on in two minutes! We’ve been looking for you!” Mitch yells loudly standing at the end of the hallway we had been tucked away in.

“I’m going to kill Mitch if he keeps talking you away from me right when we’re about to kiss.” Harry whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“We’ll have plenty of time for that later.” I grin, pulling on his hand to follow me. I practically skip while dragging him as the adrenaline starts pumping, “But right now, we need to go out there and perform for a few thousand people.”

“You don’t sound too heartbroken.”

“Trust me, I am.” I say looking over my shoulder, “Watching you dance around and sing on stage tonight is going to kill me, the same way it does every other night.”

“Really?” He pulls back on my hand, no longer letting me lead him to the stage, “Does it get to you?”

I nod as he slowly back me into a wall.

“Because it bothers me too. Not being able to touch you at all. Not knowing how soft your lips are. Not knowing how you taste.”

“Maybe we could be a little late.” I pull his head down towards mine and finally we kiss. After all these months, it’s fireworks. My lips are buzzing and my whole body feels on fire once Harry deepens it. My hands thread up through his hair that I’m sure was perfectly styled a half an hour ago. His hands wrap around me, trying to pull me closer.

“You guys! Really!” Mitch screams, causing us both to scramble and pull away, “Seriously! We we’re supposed to be out there a minute ago! Let’s go.”

This time he doesn’t leave us, he grabs my upper arm to drag me to the stage. Harry and I can’t help but laugh as Mitch mutters comments to us about how are already the most annoying couple.

I go to my spot and slide the strap of my bass over and catch Harry looking at me from his spot. He grins a perfectly Harry smirk. I motion for him to wipe at his lips, catching a hint of lip gloss from the short distance. I roll my eyes as he blows a kiss back. Before I know it, the screen is lifting up and the screams get louder. And so the night begins.

let me know what you think below 💖 part two? 

#harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #Harry Styles

[howaminotinthestrokesyet]

Road Dogs: Metallica on Tour

Metallica‘s first ever gig took place at Radio City in Anaheim, California in March 1982. Their set list included primarily covers with only two original songs, “Hit the Lights” and “Fight Fire with Fire.” They did Savage’s ‘Let It Loose,’ Blitzkrieg’s ‘Blitzkrieg,’ Sweet Savage’s ‘Killing Time’ and four Diamond Head tracks. For diehard fans, this original lineup did not include Cliff Burton as of yet, but instead Ron McGovney. They eventually asked him to leave the group because the guitarist did not contribute anything of value. Another good reason came in the fact that Dave Mustaine fought with him repeatedly. James Hetfield would later say this about that show. “There were a lot of people there, maybe 200, because we had all my school friends and all Lars’ and Ron’s and Dave’s buddies. I was really nervous and a little uncomfortable without a guitar, and then during the first song Dave broke a string. It seemed to take him an eternity to change it and I was standing there really embarrassed. We were really disappointed afterwards. But there were never as many people at the following shows as there were at that first one.”

Metallica’s second and third show took place at the Whiskey a Gogo in Los Angeles. This venue would be where Hetfield and Lars Ulrich first heard future bassist Cliff Burton and his band Trauma. More recently, Ulrich revealed diary entries related to Metallica’s appearances there. "No sound check. Sound was awful. Played great myself, but the band as a whole sucked. Went down OK." The group opened for Saxon, who the drummer had met six months prior after sneaking backstage during one of their shows. After the concert, the monitor engineer asked Ulrich if he had ever heard of Diamondhead. “Of course, we have, we just played a bunch of their songs!" As it turned out, the crew member was only joking about Diamond Head. He would later go on to work for Metallica in the same position for 22 years.

On April 16, 1983 Metallica played its first show with new guitarist Kirk Hammett at the Showplace in Dover, New Jersey. They had begun recording their debut album Kill ‘Em All in Rochester, New York at that time. The set list included all original material that would land on that first album making up nine songs. Hammett had replaced Dave Mustaine, who held quite a bit of ill will towards him for years claiming in 1985 that Kirk ripped off all his guitar riffs, which got him noticed in the metal community. In defense of Hammett, he was simply trying not to make waves in his new group as Ulrich and Hetfield had definitely decided not to cut any contributions from Mustaine.

On March 5, 1983 Metallica played its first show with Cliff Burton at The Stone in San Francisco, who had replaced Ron McGovney. In 2018, a recording of the show came to light online, which you can listen to on YouTube. The lineup still included Dave Mustain as well taking place a month before the other band members would fire him. They performed 12 songs that night essentially previewing everything to be included on their debut album. At that time, James Hetfield was still struggling over whether he should sing lead. On the recording, you can tell why this became the case as his voice sounds incredibly scratchy with absolutely no technique whatsoever. The show also became memorable as a Cliff Burton debuted the future track, “Anesthesia (Pulling Teeth).”

Cliff Burton played his last show was Metallica in Stockholm, Sweden in September 1986 before his tragic passing. A few years ago, Metallica released a boxed set of rarities for their album, Master of Puppets, which included a recording of that final show. In an interview with Rolling Stone, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett talked about their memories of that last concert with Cliff. Ulrich noted, “We played the show in Stockholm, and it went incredibly well. I think it may have been a rare case where we actually played an additional song that wasn’t on the set list, because the show was so good. That’s not something we did a lot then or now. So there was a good vibe.” Hammett would say this in the same interview, “It was significant because it was the first show where James played guitar again (Wrist Injury). He strapped on a guitar and was able to play the encore; I think it was “Blitzkrieg” or something. But I remember the five of us, including John Marshall, being really stoked James was back and playing and looking like was gonna make a pretty healthy recovery. I distinctly remember that show being good, and the feeling when we got offstage was really great and positive and forward-looking. Like, “Great, James is back in and it won’t be long ’til we’re back to our old selves again.”

In November 1986, Jason Newsted would play his first show with Metallica at the Country Club in Reseda, California. He did so in front of a sparse crowd because it had been a secret show for the group Metal Church. Newsted had played with the band for only a short time during rehearsals for the next album. James Hetfield introduced Newsted for the very first time in this way. “Welcome to the very, very secret Metallica gig that every fucker knows about! Here’s the new fucker right over here man, this is the guy… Jason Newsted, we fucking love him, man, so make him feel at home, alright? I want to have some fun tonight.” Their set list would consist of 14 songs from their first three album releases.

In the summer of 1992, Metallica decided to perform a few dates with Guns ‘N Roses. The hype for these shows represented the tour of the year, but the show in Montreal turned into a tragic affair. A pyrotechnic accident occurred as they performed “Fade To Black” causing second and third degree burns on half of singer James Hetfield's body. He recalled the incident, “I'm burnt – all my arm, my hand completely, down to the bone. The side of my face, hair's gone. Part of my back. ... I watched the skin just rising, things going wrong." Jason Newsted would remember that Hetfield looked like the Toxic Avenger from his vantage point. The group immediately cut the show short, so the singer could receive medical attention. He would later say that during the trip to the hospital a road crew member bumped his burnt hand leading him to punch the guy in his “nuts.” For fans still at the show, things only got worse as Guns ‘N Roses delayed getting on stage for two hours. Axl Rose probably only sang for 20 minutes before cutting his night short. GNR Had known what had happened to Hetfield, but they still phoned it in anyway. After that, 2000 people rioted in protest followed by several arrests. This night would lead to great animosity between the two groups for years continuing to this day, but it should be noted that Metallica acted professionally completing the tour with an injured Hetfield. Slash of Guns N’ Roses would later talk about the tour being a financial disaster for them. “Metallica was earning the exact same paycheck as we were every night but while they pocketed the whole thing, we were blowing 80 percent both on union dues for all of the overtime we cost ourselves going on late and on these stupid theme parties. It was just bad." Axl had spent extravagantly on backstage parties in an effort to impress members of Metallica.

In April 1999, Metallica recorded two performances on successive nights with the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra led by Michael Kamen. The idea for such a concert had first come up when they worked with the composer on the Black Album song, “Nothing Else Matters.” He had approached them about such a collaboration, but never heard anything until years later receiving a phone call from Lars Ulrich. They filmed the live show at Berkeley Community Theater in San Francisco as Kamen had written additional material to supplement Metallica’s arrangements. The band also released two new songs specifically for the show, “No Leaf Clover” and “Human.” According to James Hetfield, This idea of combining heavy metal and classical music was originally an idea brought up by Cliff Burton, who had a strong background in both. One can see this throughout Metallica’s songwriting in their early years as the bassist relied on melody and instrumental qualities found in classical compositions like his favorite one, Johan Sebastian Bach. S&M would be released as a concert film and an album, with the latter reaching number one on the Billboard 200 chart.

In 1991, Metallica would play a concert in Russia that has become the stuff of legends because 1.6 million people watched it in person. The highlight of the show came when they played “Enter Sandman” as one could see Russian military personnel rocking out just as hard as anybody else. One must note that they were not the only band there that day as other artists included the Black Crowes, Queensryche, Motley Crue, and AC/DC. The Monsters of Rock Festival would only occur this one year in what would become the former Soviet Union. Motley Crue had played one of the early versions of the festival in 1984, but ironically Metallica had surpassed them as a more popular headliner by this time.

In August 2020, Metallica became the first rock act to perform a pre-recorded concert for Encore Live’s drive-in series. Due to COVID-19 restrictions, live concerts were canceled all over the world, so artists like Blake Shelton and Garth Brooks participated in this drive-in movie concert experience. Tickets to view this at your local drive-in cost $115 for up to six people per car. The show took place at an undisclosed location near their home in San Rafael, California.

[flowerspecial]

You Give Him A Tour Around An Art Museum - Mark Imagine

When you arrived at your work that morning, you didn't expect to be called into the manager’s office straight away. You had a slight panic as you tried to figure out why you have been summoned by your manager. You hadn't done anything wrong, well, what you could remember anyway. You always thought that you were a pretty good employee, so to say you were confused was putting it lightly.

“Oh come in, don't worry you aren't in trouble!” Your manager smiled at you, as she could see that you were slightly on edge.

“Okay...is there a reason that you asked to see me?” You asked, not wanting to beat around the bush. Your manager notioned for you to take a seat next to her.

“We have a very special group of people coming in today for a tour. Their manager has asked if someone can guide them round, and I thought that you would be the best person.” Your manager seemed very earnest, and it lowered your racing heart rate just slightly.

“Well, it's nice of you to think of me like that, but surely I am not the best person for the job. I get nervous around people, especially if they are important.” Your manager could tell that you were trying to wriggle your way out of this situation, but she wasn't going to let you.

“Trust me, you will be fine! You are one of the best employees I have!”

“Can I at least know who I am giving a tour to? They’re not like the mafia are they? Or some sort of really important politician?” Your manager laughed.

“No, no. They are a kpop group, they are very popular. They just wanted to look around the gallery before their concert tonight.”

“And they can't do that on their own?”

“Well they need someone to tell them about the pieces! Now, they are arriving in ten minutes, so I suggest that you go and sort yourself out quickly so you can greet them at the door.”

Your manager shooed you away from her office and you followed her instructions as you went to the restroom to sort yourself out. You loved your job, you really did, but you hated giving private tours around the gallery. You always ended up with either really weird people who seemed to take more of an interest in you than the artwork, or know it alls who challenged you every time you gave them a piece of information. You can't say that you knew an awful lot about kpop, the most that you knew was from your friends who seemed to have an obsession over them. In a way though, that made you feel somewhat at ease, because you knew that you wouldn't be anymore nervous around them than you are with everyone else.

When your manager told you that they had arrived, you walked over to the door with a warm smile graced across your face.

“Hello, welcome! I will be your guide for today, if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask.”

All of the boys smiled at you in gratitude, and it only took you a few seconds to realise who they were. Your friends were huge Got7 fans, and you were almost certain that they were going to their concert that night. You couldn't wait to tell them about this!

Their managers explained to you what you could and couldn't do around the boys, and they told you about the strict time limit that they had walking around the gallery. You felt kinda sorry for the boys that they couldn't just walk around freely with no other worries. But you decided that you would make sure that they see all the best pieces in the gallery, and to use every moment they were allowed to have.

“Okay, well, if everyone is ready would you like to follow me?” You said, notioning for the boys to start walking.

As you walked around the gallery, you remained professional at all times. Honestly the amount of times a day that you repeated the same information, it was second nature to you. You had gotten to the stage where you didn't really have to think about what you were saying, because you just reeled it off like a script.

It was lovely because all of the boys genuinely seemed interested in what you had to say, they all listened attentively and always asked before they could take photographs of the artwork. But you couldn't help but notice that one boy seemed to be listening to you a little bit more than the rest of them. In fact he seemed more interested in you than the artwork.

The other boys started to notice their friend’s behaviour, so they thought it would be best to try and play cupid.

“Hey, are we allowed to split up for a bit? Maybe we could go off in pairs and have a look round. There is just so much artwork, I don't think we will be able to see it all.” One of the boys suggested.

“Oh yeah, of course you can go off on your own! If you don't need me I will just hang back near the entrance, and you can come and find me if you need any help!” You replied.

“I mean, you could do that… But as you can see, there is an odd number of us. So maybe you could be partnered with one of us so everyone has someone to go with?” The boy had a cheeky smile so you could tell what he was up to.

“Sure, I can do that! And who would I be partnered with?” You played along.

“Mark! Do you want to be partnered with our lovely tour guide? You do seem to be hanging on every word!” The boy smirked at who you now know is called Mark. You noticed that Mark was trying to avoid your gaze as he nodded subtly. “Well that's excellent! We will leave you in peace, you two have fun!” With that, the rest of the boys dispersed rather quickly away from the group, leaving just you and Mark standing there.

“Is there any artwork that you are particularly interested in, or maybe a specific time period?” You asked, trying to break the tension a little bit.

“Erm, not really. I will just follow you, you know best!” Mark answered, still not quite meeting your gaze.

You just nodded awkwardly and began to walk towards the next exhibition, with Mark following you very closely behind.

“I’m Mark by the way…” Mark said, as if his friend hadn't just called him by his name moments before. You giggled at his awkwardness and replied by telling him your name.

“Wow, that's a beautiful name. A beautiful name for a beautiful person.” Now you couldn't tell if Mark meant to say that out loud, because he somewhat mumbled it under his breath and once he realised that you heard him, he bit his bottom lip in shyness.

You tried to carry on by continuing to reel off facts and information about the artwork, but you could tell Mark’s mind was elsewhere.

“Have you ever heard of our group?” Mark blurted out. It was clear that Mark was starting to feel more confident as he was now walking beside you instead of just behind you.

“My friends are huge fans, I’m pretty sure they are going to your concert tonight.”

“And what about you, will you be there?”

“Oh, no. I don't think I’ve really listened to you guys. And no offence but your tickets are extremely expensive.”

“Do you want to come tonight?” Mark placed his face on your upper arm, encouraging you to stop walking.

“I’m sorry?”

“If you wanted to come, I could get you in… and your friends obviously, I can get you guys closer to the stage.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“I thought it was kinda obvious that I find you attractive… maybe if you saw me perform you might find me attractive too…” The way Mark kept switching between confident and shy was so endearing to you, and you could tell that his intentions were pure.

“I mean, I already find you attractive, but I’m not gonna say no to your concert.” You saw Mark’s eyes light up with your confession.

“Are you serious?! Right okay, if you want to give me your number I can text you when and where I can meet you before the concert.” Mark handed you his phone and you typed in your details. Mark looked so happy with himself that he had managed to get your number, that he was practically bouncing on the spot.

Neither of you had realised how long you had been away from the rest of the group, until one of the boys had come up to you slowly, as if they were trying not to interrupt a moment.

“Mark, our manager says that we need to go.” Mark’s friend said, quietly and edging towards him slightly.

“Damn it, really? Is our time up already?” His friend just nodded at him.

“I will text you in a couple of hours okay? Please come to our concert, I’d really like to see you again.” Mark said to you.

“Of course I will come, I’d love to see you again too.” Mark smiled at you as he placed his hand on your shoulder, it lingered for a moment before he realised that you two had an audience. The other boys were smirking at each other as they watched their friend attempt to flirt with someone.

Finally you guys said your goodbyes, and they all thanked you for being such a good tour guide. Mark was putting on his coat as he edged closer to you so his managers wouldn't notice.

“I’ll see you tonight, I’ll make sure that I look extra good just for you!”

#got7 #got7 imagines #got7 fluff #got7 imagine

[princessofguineapigs]

A Straight Line to You | Harry Holland Chapter 1

What person is this? First? Second? Third? Who knows? Prepare to know some of Y/N’s thoughts and some of Harry’s. But I’m still telling the story to you about you so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also, I’m taking suggestions for how this story should progress.

University AU

The sound of voices singing let you know that you were getting close to the choir room at last. You kept getting lost in this large university building. All the buildings on campus were hard to navigate, but the music building was a true labyrinth.

You reached the doors of the classroom and tried to slide in discreetly, slowly shutting them behind you to keep from making noise. With the cacophony of voices, you don’t think anyone heard you come in. Certainly, no one saw you. You were used to being invisible.

You slipped in at the middle row of sopranos. The choir never stopped their song, even as you pulled out the packet of music you received the day prior. Being a transfer student, you weren’t sure of the protocol, but you were quick to identify which song they were on and began sight reading the music and singing softly. Thank god it was a song without many accidentals.

When the song finished, the director cleared his throat. 

“As you all know, in a few months, it will be time for our winter concert. This year’s performance has the potential to be a great one, especially with the orchestra accompanying us,” he said.

There were a few twitters of excitement in the group.

He continued on, “That’s why, I want to start the audition process for the Laudate Dominum solo next week. Any of you who wish to have a shot should start preparing. Now, let’s get back to it.”

With a nod to the pianist, the class went on to the next song.

*

Harry noticed her right away. The choir crescendoed in unison right before she entered the room, but the second she walked through the door, Harry’s voice faltered and all he heard was deafening silence. Everyone around him continued with the song, but it was as if all his senses left him except his sight. The miraculous vision before him was lovelier than any girl he’d seen before.

He craned his neck and watched this angel make her way unobtrusively to the other side of the risers. He knew then that he had to hear her sing. But there were too many voices for him to ever make out her voice like this.

When Dr. Cieber announced the solo audition, he prayed she would try out. He told himself he would introduce himself to her, so he spent the rest of rehearsal gathering the courage.

When it ended, Harry gathered up his things and strode over to her.

“Hey,” he said, lamely, kicking himself. Damn. He didn’t have a line. He didn’t even know what to say. He was so not smooth.

You felt surprised that someone was talking to you. You were notoriously shy and didn’t know why this super attractive guy had come over to you. Nervous, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

You didn’t know why your heart was suddenly thumping out of your chest.

“I’m Harry,” he said, tucking his hands into his jean pockets. He was wearing a red jumper that made his ginger curls look even redder.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, still feeling unsure.

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself.

“Are you...are you new?” he asked. He seemed nervous too. And so adorable. Wait, what? 

“Yeah, I’m a transfer,” you answered.

“I’m glad you joined choir,” Harry said, “What class have you got next?”

“Chemistry, it’s my last class of the day.”

“Hey, that’s great. My next class is in the same building. I can walk you there,” said Harry, “ y’know, if you want,” he amended shyly.

You’d gotten lost so many times today, you decided to take him up on it. Plus, you wanted to get to know at least one person at this school.

You put your bag over your shoulder and Harry picked up the books you’d been carrying that didn’t fit.

“You don’t have to do that,” you protested. You weren’t used to people doing things for you.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you carry these heavy things yourself?”

You smiled gratefully.

“Let’s go then,” you said.

*

The next day, you were on your way to morning classes when you got a text from Harry. You had exchanged numbers after he walked you to class. When you read it you got butterflies.

Harry had asked you to meet up for lunch. Your morning was a blur of note-taking as your mind reeled ahead to when you’d see him next. Ugh, you had it bad and you’d only known him for a day.

When you reached the cafeteria, Harry was waiting for you.

“Let’s grab a table,” he said. In an old-fashioned gesture, he pulled out a chair for you.

“How have your first few classes been?” he asked.

“It’s beginning to shape into a tough workload already,” you laughed, “but I think I can handle it. I always liked school when I was a kid.”

“Nerd,” he quipped.

“And you’re not?” you cocked an eyebrow.

“Well, I’m not the smartest of my brothers,” responded.

“Your brothers? How many?”

“There’s four of us,” Harry said, “My younger brother Paddy, my twin Sam, and my older brother Tom.”

“So who is the smartest?”

Harry thought for a moment, “Sam.” he decided.

“So you’re saying you’re the stupid twin?” you joked.

“Hey, that’s not what I said!” Harry shouted a bit too loudly, but there was a smile on his face.

“So, do you think you’ll go out for the choir solo?” Harry asked, changing the subject.

You nearly spit out your tea. Where had that question come from?

“I don’t think so. I’m not confident enough to sing a solo,” you answered.

“Aw, I’m sure you sing beautifully. You’re so pretty with a speaking voice to match. I bet your singing voice is just as lovely.”

You blushed all the way to your ears. Meanwhile, Harry couldn’t believe he’d said that out loud.

As you and Harry talked, you found yourself staring into his eyes more. His irises were unusually detailed. They were brown and warm, but like a thick molasses with flecks of light caught in it.

Eventually, you did have to leave. This time, your classes weren’t in the same building. Harry offered to walk you anyway, but you declined. You didn’t want to make him late for this own class.

*

With your red jacket zipped up tight against the wind, you made your way back to your dorm, bag over your shoulder and books in hand. As you walked alone, you thought to yourself that you should probably make an effort to get to know some other people. Maybe some other girls.

You had seen a flyer for a forensic science study group. You could use some study partners and the girls in your class seemed nice. Maybe it would be fun. You had an hour to decide. In either case, you wanted to freshen up in your room first. 

Once you were ready (you had settled on going) you took a deep breath. You could do this. There was nothing to worry about. Just a study group. No big deal. You might even make a friend. Plus you needed to think about something other than Harry. You’d see him tomorrow at choir.

*

At the study session, you were greeted by a girl you recognized sat in the front row of your class.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” she beamed at you.

“Yeah, and you’re Briana?”

She nodded.

“We just got started. No one wants to study alone,” she said.

You sat down with the other girls.

“I’ve been so lost on this assignment,” you admitted.

“Let me take a look at what you’ve done so far,” Briana said. She skimmed over your work and the notes that accompanied it.

“I think we can work through this together,” said announced. 

You felt relieved. She was being so nice.

After a few hours of homework and studying, the conversation dissolved into girl talk.

“I know you’ve only been on campus for a few days, but tell me, have you spotted any guys you’re interested in,” Briana questioned.

It was a bit nosy, but you hadn’t had anyone to talk to about your love life in a long time. Plus you felt like you could trust her.

“Well, there’s a guy I met the other day. I know it’s early, but I think I’m falling for him,” you said quietly.

“Oooo, what’s he like?”

You sighed, “He’s like a dream, honestly. He’s the first person I met here and we connected so easily. I feel at peace when I’m with him, though I’ve only known him two days.”

Briana giggled, “What’s his name?”

You shook your head, “Sorry, not today. I’m not sure I want to tell people yet. I don’t want him to know.”

“Aw, I won’t tell,” she pouted.

You stood up, “I should get back to my dorm.”

“See you in class!” Briana yelled after you.

The moonlight cast shadows on the walkway as you scurried through the dark streets. You had no reason to feel unsafe, but you were paranoid anyway. The stars sparkled brightly above you. It could have been a romantic walk if you had someone to walk with. 

Just then you paused. Were there footsteps behind you? Surely not. You were almost to the end of the street where you needed to turn. Your dorm was at the beginning of the next one.

You glanced back. You didn’t see anyone behind you. You must have imagined it. Taking faster steps now, you carried on. Your own footsteps were light. The ones in your imagination were heavy. Funny, how our minds could do that.

You moved to round the corner. And time slowed down. Hands grabbed you from behind and you screamed as you were dragged backwards. You could feel your sneakers scraping helplessly over the pavement. You twisted and struggled against the arms. You felt the hardness of the back of your head smacking into something brick or stone. Your vision blurred and you felt darkness take over your senses.

End of Chapter 1

#harry holland

[loftec]

Hi i don't know if anyone haven't ask you about it or i'm the only one who wants to read it but CAN YOU PLEASE SHARE YOUR NOTES (ch.44) i don't know if you were serious about that but i really would love to read them cause i'm obsessed with everything what is ntw related 🖤 hope ur well

Hi friend! It’s possibly just you (or one other person, in case of separate anons) but that is enough! I was absolutely serious. 

Note on the notes! This is not all of it, because my notes for this chapter were often repetitive and very messy, and some older notes were from four years ago when I didn’t bother writing things out properly, so they barely make sense even to me. But! I’ve done my best to sort everything in some kind of linear order, and removed most of the repetition. And, well, you asked for it... sorry! 🖤

Ian shows up in the morning, Mickey digs out the magazine Iggy stole from Amelia’s dentist’s office the other day and confronts Ian about the big-ass article in Rolling Stone about IAN’S BAND, says he’s listened to some of their songs, takes out a paper where he’s written down some lyrics that sound strangely familiar.

You’re famous!

I’m in a band, people know about us right now, tomorrow they might not. I’m not famous.

You’re kinda famous.

Ian talks about Mickey recognizing him because of Frank. Hints that there might be several songs inspired by Mickey. It’s awkward as fuck, didn’t want you to know.

Were you ever gonna tell me?

Oh yeah, I had a plan. 3 dates, dinner and a movie, day out with Yev, dinner at my place turned vigorous love-making. Second prong; cohabitation, engagement, marriage, then on our wedding night I tell you about crushing on Justin Timberlake when I was 12,

then I tell you I’m semi-famous, if it still applies.

Mickey thinks his face might be on fire.

What the?

I’m fucking with you, Mick. Figured you already knew.

This again?

You angry?

No, I’m not fucking angry. Just-

Freaked out.

Kinda, yeah.

You shouldn’t be. Please.

It’s weird that I didn’t know, I feel like a schmuck. (And I’m pretty sure by your count we’ve already been on those first two dates.)

I’m sorry. I thought you knew and by some fucking miracle didn’t treat me different. I’d been gearing up to maybe have to have this conversation on our date, ‘cause it’s shit sometimes, you know? I don’t do interviews and I never talk about myself when I gotta do them, but there’s still a limelight and a lot of bullshit that complicates

I’ve been crushing on you since we met basically, and I thought I’d just… let it run its course, keep my mouth shut about it and deal until it went away and we could remain friends without me fucking it up.

Didn’t work, by the way.

Good.

Mickey is talking about it with Etch, who suggests that Ian’s been writing at the diner for a reason.

Etch looks up some lyrics and Mickey caps locks them to Ian

You might have inspired a few lately…

Fuck off. How many?

Since we met? Pretty much all of them.

Maybe one or two made it on to the album, but I wrote those before we really got to know each other so they’re just like… about moments, and how I would feel around you.

Didn’t think of it as creepy but it kinda sounds that way now.

No it’s fine

I won’t do it again.

Said it’s fine. Kinda like it.

Yeah?

You gonna tell me which ones are about me, or is that a secret too?

What are you doing tonight?

Thought you said you were going on tour?

We are, it starts tonight. It’s a small fan club gig here in Chicago.

You have a fan club?

Kinda. I’ll put you on the guest list if you want to come.

(Mickey calls Svetlana to make sure Yevgeny can stay with her over the weekend.)

It’s fine if you don’t want to, we’ll do something else when I get back.

Calm your tits Gallagher, course I wanna go. Needed to make sure I’ve got Yev covered.

Oh okay, good. You’re on the list. Doors at 7, gig starts at 8, no support.

You’ve got no chill.

(Ian doesn’t answer for a while)

I like it.

Good, that was torture. Never doing that again.

(Etch teases him about having his nose in his phone, and makes him aware of new guests arriving)

Gotta get back to work

Yeah, me too. See you tonight?

No chill at all.

Ian invites him to the concert and gives Mickey his phone number. Mickey makes sure Yevgeny stays with his mom on saturday, and after work he goes home and gets ready. Showers and cleans himself thoroughly, puts on cologne and a band t-shirt he hasn’t worn in ages, it’s gotten kinda tight on him since he got it. (He puts on a dress shirt first, tucks it into his pants and glares at his reflection).

He’s on the guest list when he gets there, the girl in the box office can’t find him at first but then Anne shows up and points him out, he’s on the VIP list and gets a pass that he’s told he needs to carry so it’s visible. He makes a point of shoving it in the admission guy’s face, but then shoves the ostentatious thing down the pocket of his jeans. Anne shows him in and tells him about the gig, about how the fan club got started. Anne says he can go backstage but he says he’ll pass, thank you. He gets a beer and finds a good spot, there’s a balcony halfway through the venue where he’s got a perfect view of the stage without having to stand in the front.

They text a little, Mickey says he’s there and Ian says he’ll make a sign when they play a song inspired by him.

run-through of the concert, Ian touches the side of his nose when the song is about Mickey. He’s sexy as fuck, and has some ridiculous stripper moves.

He takes off his hoodie at some point, and sweating through his tank he and Anne put on gloves and start hitting the barrels with crowbars.

Anne is the maestro, maybe Ian crowd surfs at some point? Warren Ellis that violin, man. He has little routines with Anne, and some with Jon too. One song, Anne gets one of his guitars and he does noisy stuff with his violin and plays on the oil barrels with Stran, completely in sync.  

They got some good stage banter going, and at some point Ian does a Tom Waits impression, and Anne groans and says he’ll sing the whole thing if they’re not careful. There’s a reason why he’s

For the encore, Ian touches the side of his nose and they start playing a song, Anne saying that this is a first. It looks like Ian is about to sing, but then it looks like he changes his mind and they start playing a song that Mickey sure as fuck hope isn’t about him. The insufferable man on a date right next to Mickey tells the woman he’s with that they were about to play the mysterious title track from their last album that never ended up on the record

“it’s derivative, but cute”

how can it be a title track if it’s not on the album

the guy talks about how he’s got a friend working as an engineer in the studio and he’s sent him an early demo version. It’s not their best song by far, but it’s cool that pretty much no one else has heard it.

Mickey asks the girl if she’s ok with this joker, and she says she’s fine. He offers to get her a cab or something, if she wants to get out of there.

She says she’s not interested

Lady, if I wanted to get with either of you, it wouldn’t be you. Just sayin, I ain’t picky, but that guy would’ve gotten the boot ten minutes into the date if he were here with me, no offense.

WHAT IF.

The concert is over, and crowd starts to let up. Then a fight breaks out at the front and Mickey makes his way towards it. It’s over before he gets there, and sees a guy in his 40s with a bleeding nose, and Lip shaking out his fist, a security guard between them.

Mickey talks to the guard and defuses the situation, putting the bleeding man in the position of a sad overzealous fan. It somehow warms Lip to him, absurdly, and he finds himself apologized to, Lip shaking his hand and wincing when Mickey grips his bruised knuckles a little too hard. Lip vaguely explains that that was an old ex of Ian’s, a real piece of work, and then offers Mickey to come backstage with them to see Ian. Mickey declines.

It’s Lip, Carl and Debbie (Liam is too young, and Fiona too pregnant).

“I was drunk, and wrong, and when I’m wrong I say I’m wrong. (IT’S FROM DIRTY DANCING YOU LITERALLY FORGET EVERY TIME AND HAVE TO GOOGLE IT WHENEVER READING THIS NOTE should I really be quoting Baby’s dad in this fic? Probably. If anyone can, it’s Lip.) And Ian tells me you’ve been there for him a lot lately

I wouldn’t say that

But he did, he doesn’t tell me a lot these days, but he told me that.

Mickey gets another beer at the bar as people mill towards the merch and exit, he sits on a stool with an eye on the backstage passage. He watches the band come out to talk to some of the lingering fans and sign shit. Ian comes out and is immediately surrounded by fans, he locks eyes with Mickey across the room and Mickey raises his beer in a silent cheers. Ian comes up to him after a few minutes, he looks damp and exhilarated and unexpectedly nervous,

How was it?

Not bad, Gallagher.

he asks Mickey over. He has to pack up his shit and do the rounds, but he’ll be done in half an hour, tops. Mickey says he’ll meet him outside.

Ian leaves and Mickey finishes his beer, watching Ian talk to some fans, signing shit and taking pictures. He goes for a piss and then goes out for a smoke.

Ian comes out after twenty minutes, carrying two guitar cases and a large wheelie-bag. Mickey takes one of the guitars off his hands and they walk together.

(maybe Ian has a banjo and he gives it to Mickey to carry and Mickey is all really? I wanna kick your ass so bad right now, country boy, but then carries it anyway.) (banjos are cool)

Walk from the club. Mickey mentions talking to Lip. They talk about Ian’s Tom Waits impression. You’re not musically illiterate at all! Talk about Mickey’s Radiohead tee that he stole from a hookup when he was sixteen, he’s grown into it now. Talk about Ian’s onstage dancing, used to be a stripper, well, not saying you can’t still do private performances (?? you know what I mean! this is not what they’re saying but you’ll remember it) (Note from 2020: I DID NOT REMEMBER IT.)

Talk about wanting to learn playing the trumpet. Don’t have trumpet playing lips.

”Sure you and your lips can do whatever you set your heart to, I believe in you.”

Looks at Mickey and smiles.

”What?”

”You’ve been flirting with me since we first met, haven’t you?”

”Maybe.”

”Huh”

“What?”

“Oh nothing.” “Just re-evaluating everything you’ve ever said to me.”

”Re-evaluate this;” gives Ian the finger.

”That an invitation?”

”Fuck you is what it is,”

“sounds like an invitation.”

Ian tells him a little about his different instruments, Mickey picks up the beat up guitar Gus first gave to Ian and strums it, Ian asks him to play him something but Mickey snorts and says he’s counting on getting laid tonight and him playing would be detrimental to that plan. Ian doesn’t think so, but accepts it when Mickey gives him the guitar.

”I’ve walked some thousand miles,” he starts softly, eyes on his left hand, moving over the strings, ”I have slept many hundred nights, and people’ve said hello and bye through the years since you were mine. But don’t think I’ll stop my mourning, don’t I know it’s overdue. Just because I’ve gotten older, none the wiser I cry for you.”

”Honey, cutie, sweetie-pie,” ”My darling boy, sweet old times, as long as I keep you in mind I will remember what love is like. So, don’t think I’ll stop my mourning, don’t I know it’s overdue.”

”Just because I’ve gotten older, none the wiser.”

”I cry for you.”

I’M THINKING OF WRITING MY OWN SONG BECAUSE I WAS THIS MOMENT TO BE MORE BEFORE SUNSET THAN ANYTHING, ALL SMILES AND DRAMA FREE. SO MAYBE A TEXT THAT IS A LITTLE MORE STRAIGHTFORWARD.

Ian plays the song and when he’s done, Mickey kisses him and they have really enthusiastic sex on the couch. Mickey is about to leave after when Ian invites him to stay,

How about some long-ass foreplay on the couch and then they move into the bedroom.

They start on the couch, they take it to the bedroom, they collapse on the bed after and Mickey is feeling too good to argue when Ian mumbles at him to “stay”.

(Sings the song, says it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a song, it’s one quick thought put under a spotlight. Feeling like he should have known Mickey his whole life already. It’s too much, isn’t it? In the kitchen.

”do you normally take guys home and serenade them?”

”nah, don’t think it’d be very effective with most.”

”But you figured I’d swoon?”

”Figured you’d want the truth.”

”which is?”)

??? Need to find a good mix of excitement and new and easy, balanced with ho shit wtf are we doing this isn’t going to end well i think i fucking love him shut the fuck up. needs to be sexy and a little rough, as well as painfully sincere against better knowledge. kissing will do that. they’re doing stuff the way they usually do stuff, but for some reason it feels completely different.

Important that Mickey kisses him.

They stand up and stand chest to chest, Ian says they don’t have to do anything, Mickey says shut up and get naked

he helps ian take his shirt off and kisses him the second his face comes back into view

They fucks on the couch.

OR ALT FADE CUT END and don’t go explicit. Just saying, it’s an option. A valid option.

They can go at it in one of the sequels? Like the roadtrip can be more explicit? If I want? But also not?

I mean, there is such a thing as a nice middle ground right.

I just don’t think I’m interested in going all out porn after 40+ chapters of whatever.

THEY KISS AND THEN THERE’S A MOTHERFUCKING FADE TO BLACK MY FRIEND, BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I HAVE DECIDED. Soz

WHAT IF!!

Iggy comes in, is all: guess what I found at the dentist this morning?

M: again? Did Amelia break another tooth?

I: It’ll grow back, take a look at this

E: Did you steal that from the dentist’s office?

M: Rolling Stone, wtf?

E: your dentist’s got rolling stone?

Mickey reads the headlines out loud as a customer comes in and asks Etch about something they’ve lost the other day, and Etch starts rifling through boxes behind the counter as Mickey moves over to sit down in Ian’s booth, rifling through the magazine.

M: what am I looking for?

I: I marked the page

E: what’s this note?

Mickey starts reading the article, realizing that the blurred picture is of Ian, and the interview is with Ian, and holy shit. Ian is legit famous.

Etch starts reading the list of coffees, eventually turning the page over and pointing out that there’s a phone number.

Iggy comes to the diner in the morning, Etch is rifling through stuff behind the counter and Mickey is doing the rounds with the few guests still there after the morning rush.

Iggy shows him the magazine he found at the dentist’s and Etch is in the background like wtf is this, reading from Ian’s note with the coffee orders, Mickey only half listens, trying to take in the fact that Ian is fucking famous.

Etch says there’s a phone number too and Mickey brushes him off.

Then he’s like, hold the fuck up! And gets the note from the trash and tries the number, and Ian fucking answers. And they have the you’re famous conversation on the phone and voila, Mickey has his number and vice versa.

So Mickey calls Ian in the morning, then there’s text talk during the day.

From Ian

So, you’ve had my number for x days and you only now decided to use it?

That’s cold.

From Mickey

You wrote it on a piece of paper you then balled up and threw on the floor, asshole, it’s a miracle it didn’t end up in the trash. didn’t know I had it until this morning.

You suck at this. (This is a nice revelation that he likes, but Maybe that doesn’t come across in text.

Not a complaint btw, just gleeful observation.

From Ian

Are we still on?

From Mickey

Of course.

Dumbass.

Ian

I probably deserved that.

At some point Mickey starts capslocking and sending lyrics to Ian, who has to explain through text why he’s written songs about Mickey, saying that he’ll point them out tonight.

HERE’S A QUESTION

SHOULD I SKIP THE WHOLE “WRITING SONGS ABOUT MICKEY” BUSINESS??

Isn’t it enough that Ian is famous and kept this fact from Mickey? Isn’t the writing songs business a little creepy? and if he did write songs about Mickey, would he really publish them without Mickey’s consent? No. Maybe I’m deliriously tired and about to fall ill right now, but I actually think I should skip that part. It’s a little sad because it’s been part of this idea for three years, but if I’m uncertain about it now imagine how I’m going to feel about it later?

When I started writing this story, it was supposed to be a quick and silly thing, and now it’s something else. It’s not important or anything, but also it is. To me. And making a decision on the rating was a big deal for me, and I think this is another one of those things. I’ve been holding on to this idea for so long but when I really think about it, is it even romantic? It’s romantic in that kind of teenage dream way, maybe? It’s more romantic to me if they fall in love for reasons other than Ian writing songs. But he’s written NTW, and he still thinks about performing it live, but we skip the whole thing about songs being about Mickey.

So they talk on the phone in the morning, and then there’s a text coming in after a little while asking if Mickey wants to come to the show.

HEYHO IT’S A REVOLUTION AND I FEEL FREE

Mickey and Ian text after the show (after Mickey declines going backstage) Ian asks him to meet him round back in twenty minutes. When Mickey goes out there, he sees Ian talking to a couple of fans by the bus and Mickey hangs back to smoke while he waits. The fans leave and Ian looks around, checks his watch, he has a bunch of guitars with him.

I AM LEANING HEAVILY TOWARDS MICKEY KISSING IAN HERE. He’s like “Stop, hold this” giving Ian back the guitar, so he can grab on to him and kiss him, smiling against Ian lips as the guitar tips over and clatters against the asphalt.

They’re outside Ian’s house, Ian says he has to get up at an unholy hour tomorrow. Invites him in anyway.

They’re in the elevator, then they’re in Ian’s apartment. Ian plays him the song, Before sunset ending.

almost none of that rhymed, just letting you know. kinda embarrassing.

(almost none of that rhymed, just letting you know. kinda embarrassing.

yeah, it’s not a very good song. is why we cut it from the record

oh yeah? thought it was ‘cause of the like, intensely personal subject

that too)

They smile at each other like fools and Mickey feels like he is exactly where he’s supposed to be, and there’s no rush. Fade to black.

Etch finds the paper, says there’s a phone number on it. Mickey dials the number and goes out back as it rings out. When Ian answers, he reads a question from the interview and they talk.

He goes back into the diner and basically blows the whole thing off, it doesn’t make any difference to him and he has to go back to work. Yevgeny does his homework and Iggy leaves, and Ian invites Mickey to the gig via text. Etch invites Yevgeny to stay over at theirs for a movie night.

Does Mickey tell Yev about the gig?

Start with Mickey out back, smoking. The phone rings and he waits for Etch to take it, but it keeps ringing. He bangs the door and yells PHONE and then it stops ringing. He kills the cigarette and goes back inside. Etch is behind the counter talking on the phone and going through the lost and found, looking for whatever the caller has lost. Mickey clears a table. It’s afternoon. Etch hangs up but keeps going through stuff in the box, talking to Mickey, when Iggy comes in.

It’s maybe more like afternoon (?) when Iggy comes in and shows Mickey the magazine. He calls Ian and they have a quick conversation (he probably goes outside to have it, to escape his audience) and they establish that Ian is sorta famous. Then they text back and forth a little, until Ian invites him to the show.

Mickey calls Svet to arrange it so Yev can stay with her, and then accepts. He goes home after work to eat, have a shower and change out of his clothes. He wears the only band tee he owns, mostly because it’s funny and because it’s kinda tight and he doesn’t think he looks too bad in it (and a dress shirt is way too much for a concert not-date, not that he tried on a couple first. Then he does a little bit of cyberstalking only to find very little personal information and a lot of crazy fans. Maybe he watches a couple of music videos, but they’re all really weird cartoons so they give him nothing. They’re cool though, and guess the music’s alright, even though he doesn’t have a connection yet to it so it’s hard to tell if he likes it.

Yevgeny calls, because Mickey switched the days and he wants to know why. Mickey asks if he knows about the Broken Bells, and Yev’s like duh who doesn’t? And freaks out when Mickey tells him about Ian. He doesn’t tell him about the whole date situation though, just that he’s going to the concert. Maybe Yev asks for some merch.

Mickey takes an Uber to the venue, even though it’s not too far from the diner (but on the other side, so at least a 30 minute walk) and it seems like they’ve already started letting people in. He hangs back until the admissions office is clear and then tells the lady that he’s on some kinda guest list. She can’t find him, and he’s about to give up and go home when he sees a familiar figure in the background. He calls her Stay-puft first, but then also remembers that her name is Anne and calls her that too. She remembers him, and finds him on a different (VIP) list, the venue staff woman is embarrassed, but Anne is borderline flirting she’s so nice about the mistake. Mickey gets a pass that he’s supposed to keep around his neck, but he shows it to the guards and then tucks it down his back pocket. Anne shows him inside the venue and asks if he wants to come backstage and say hello, but he kindly declines.

He has a quick peruse of the merch table (he checks the CDs, and then sees a smaller table next to the merch with a guy handing out pins, Mickey talks to him and finds out that it’s “fan club” pins to commemorate the gig and Mickey asks if his VIP pass gets him one, it does, and then the guy asks if Mickey wants to sign up for the newsletter) and then gets a beer, before finding a good spot on the mezzanine floor. He’s got a balcony railing for support and beer holder, and he’s got an excellent view of the stage. The floor is filling up with people packing themselves against the front. He texts Ian saying he’s here and they text a little back and forth. He gets someone to watch his spot and goes to the restroom. There, he finds a kid getting cornered by a middle-aged man. The kid looks vaguely familiar and not older than sixteen. Mickey steps in and casually accuses the guy of creeping on a kid and the guy immediately backs off, the kid says thanks and that he’s eighteen (because it’s an 18+ gig) and Mickey says sure.

Getting back to his spot, There is a douchebag on a date behind him that he wants to move away from, but he doesn’t want to surrender his good spot. He decides to tune him out, he’ll hopefully shut up once the set starts. It’s just a couple of minutes after eight when the lights dim and a song comes on louder than before, and the band start coming out on the stage. Ian is wearing jeans and a hoodie, like he normally does, but he’s clean shaven and his normally smiling face is set in blank determination. Anne is the front person, and she commands the audience with the slightest gesture. It’s obvious that the venue is filled with old fans, they all know exactly what to do exactly when she asks them to do it. Ian’s got like four guitars and a whole lot of other shit around him, and he’s super focused on doing his stuff, but now and then he does little routines with Anne and Jon, and gets a big cheer for his occasional solos.

A few songs in, Ian gets up to stand on one of the oil barrels, and Anne starts banging on it with a crowbar. That’s when Mickey starts to really get into it. It’s cool, and it’s a lot harder than Ian made it out to be, but kind of theatrical at the same time. Ian is brilliant, even though he dances like an uncoordinated stripper.

There is banter between the songs, mainly between Anne and Stran (girl sure bangs those drums!) Anne starts banging one of the oil barrels again and Ian and Jon do a little step dance next to each other across the scene.

At some point Ian takes off his hoodie. He’s wearing a white tank and he’s already sweating through it. He gives his guitar to Anne and puts on gloves. Him and Stran do a little bant-y thing and then they start a new song by both banging the barrels in unison while Anne and Jon start playing (maybe Jon plays something else, like an electric piano or a marimba?). At the crescendo of the song, Ian takes out a baseball bat and goes to town on the barrel, sweat shining on his muscly arms and his wet hair flopping down his forehead.

They go off the stage, but come back when the crowd chants a song, stomping their feet and clapping their hands. Anne says they’ve got one more song for them, and they start playing. She moves away from the microphone and it looks for a second like Ian is going to step up and sing. Douchebag behind Mickey tells his date about an unreleased b-side to the last album. But then Ian steps back and says something to Stran, who nods and moves into a slightly different beat. Without blinking Anne, steps back up to the mic and sings the last song.

Some of the crowd lingers by the stage after the lights have gone back on, but most move towards the bar or the merch table. Mickey hangs back to watch the crew take down the stage, and the two oil barrels being handed over to someone in the audience, along with set lists and left-over picks. Walking down from the mezzanine floor to go look for the restrooms, a fight breaks out on the floor. Mickey immediately recognizes one of them as Lip and the other one as the creep from the bathroom, and intervenes by clearly positioning himself on Lip’s side and reminding the creep that he could get him in trouble, the creep backs off and agrees when Mickey tells the security guards it was an accident (in a way that isn’t obviously helpful, but in the end still makes sure that Lip isn’t hurt or arrested for punching a guy) (because he did, he punched a guy, who is thrown out by the guards after Mickey’s intervention). Lip, Carl, Debbie, and Liam is there, but it’s only Lip who knows who Mickey is. He hangs back to talk to Mickey while his siblings go backstage (and PROBABLY DOESN’T tell him a little bit about the guy being Ian’s ex, making it clear that Lip really doesn’t like him). He also apologizes to Mickey for last time. He asks if Mickey wants to go backstage, but Mickey declines. He’s decided earlier with Ian through text that he’ll wait for him and thinks it’s better to do it somewhere that isn’t backstage where he might get asked questions and have to talk to people who aren’t Ian.

He gets another beer and stands in the bar next to the merch, watching as Ian and the rest of the band come out to sign some stuff and shake hands. Ian still looks slightly damp from sweat, even though he’s obviously changed clothes and run a towel through his hair. Mickey wonders if his skin tastes like salt. He drinks his beer.

Ian comes up to him after a little while, asking well? (or texts him, which probably makes more sense? But I also want Mickey to see Ian post-show)

Not bad Gallagher, not bad at all.

Ian looks pleased and asks if Mickey wants to come over, even though Ian has an early morning. Mickey says yes and Ian asks him to wait until they’re done packing up.

Mickey finishes his beer, goes to the restroom (where he sees douchebag by the urinal) and then he goes outside to wait for Ian. (He talks to douchebag’s date and offers to get her a taxi before the guy comes out.) He smokes a cigarette, and before he knows it, Ian is by his side, carrying a fuck ton of guitars. They decide to walk, for some reason, talking on the way.

HEY

Ian says he’s got a car coming and they walk a little bit to where they’re getting picked up. They talk about trumpet lips and stuff and Mickey kisses him. They get interrupted by the car arriving, and Ian picks up his guitars and says “you coming?”

Fuck yes

They sit in silence in the car, but it’s a good one. Ian says

Lip told me what you did back there.

He didn’t tell you shit.

He did, told me you stepped in and stopped him from getting arrested

He was getting his ass kicked, someone had to help the guy

And Liam told me you got him out of a tough situation in the restroom

That was Liam? Some pedo’s creeping on a kid by the urinal, I’m not gonna stand by doing nothing.

You know that’s not what happened

Yeah, well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

He isn’t a pedo, and Lip would’ve beat the shit outta him if you hadn’t stepped in.

You defending this guy?

No, trying to say thanks.

You’re shit at it.

Thank you, Mickey

Better.

So… friend of yours.

No. (Ian isn’t forthcoming with the info)

Alright, whatever.

And he’s definitely not someone I wanna talk about, tonight.

(Ian is smiling at him, all the promise in the world in his eyes)

Fucking fair enough.

They arrive.

OR Ian joins Mickey outside and they stand around and talk

They talk about Ian’s Tom Waits impression. You’re not musically illiterate at all! Talk about Mickey’s Radiohead tee that he stole from a hookup when he was sixteen, he’s grown into it now. Talk about Ian’s onstage dancing, used to be a stripper, well, not saying you can’t still do private performances (?? you know what I mean! this is not what they’re saying but you’ll remember it)

Talk about wanting to learn playing the trumpet. Don’t have trumpet playing lips.

”Sure you and your lips can do whatever you set your heart to, I believe in you.”

Looks at Mickey and smiles.

”What?”

”You’ve been flirting with me since we first met, haven’t you?”

”Maybe.”

”Huh”

“What?”

“Oh nothing.” “Just re-evaluating everything you’ve ever said to me.”

”Re-evaluate this;” gives Ian the finger.

”That an invitation?”

”Fuck you is what it is,”

“sounds like an invitation.”

That’s when a taxi pulls up and Ian walks toward it

Could use some help with these.

They ride in silence

They carry Ian’s instruments from the car, and Ian says something cute

Mickey’s like “Stop, hold this” giving Ian back the guitar, so he can grab on to him and kiss him, smiling against Ian lips as the guitar tips over and clatters on the asphalt.

They’re outside Ian’s house, Ian says he has to get up at an unholy hour tomorrow. Invites him in anyway.

There he asks Ian to play him something that other people don’t get to hear (mostly to be a cheeky monkey, but also because he wants it) and Ian plays him None the wiser.

I’ve walked a thousand miles to end up in your corner booth

Grinning idiot when you bitch, falling fool for your dirty mouth

Sitting on my busy hands when you swagger by and I say -

Hey waiter, pour some coffee in my cup and bring me my toast, before you fuck me up

I’ve been in some thousand fights and it’s clear that so have you, too

Faded threats and cigarettes, sharp glass polished by the sea

Wish you’d put your hands on me and make your feelings clear

Hey waiter

meet me ‘round the back door, tell me I’ve got it wrong and fuck me up some more

‘Cause I’ve fallen a thousand times but never felt this way before, like I should have met you long ago

Walked with you by my side and had your back through thick and thin

Sickness and health, come what may, and I say-

Hey waiter

pop the damn champagne

None the wiser

you fuck me up again

Hey waiter

tell me you’ll be mine

I’ll give you my life

and fuck you up in kind

I wish I was just a plain white shirt

then you could wear me off to work

and I’d be one of the things you keep close to your heart

soft white cotton wrapped around your heart

(Contrasts have faded now

but color still haunt my mind

And words ripped off from their lines

Make bitter tears flood my eyes

Don’t think I’ll stop my mourning

Don’t I know it’s overdue

Just because I’ve gotten older

None the wiser, I cry for you)

Honey, cutie, sweetie-pie

My darling boy, sweet old times

As long as I keep you in mind

I will remember what love is like

So, don’t think I’ll stop my mourning

Don’t I know it’s overdue

Just because I’ve gotten older

None the wiser, I cry for you

’Cause I always say ’I love you’

when I mean ’turn out the light’

And I say ’let’s run away’

when I just mean ’stay the night’

But the words you want to hear

you will never hear from me

I’ll never say ’happy anniversary’

Never stay to say ’happy anniversary’

Bom-chaka bom-chak 23 verses

And he climbed up a mountain

And he looked around

Some kind of forest

With all these dinosaurs

And he stripped his woman

He stripped her bare

But there was a pterodactyl

There!

#Anonymous

[professorspork]

today in the Andromeda Galaxy, GLITCHES TRIED TO KILL ME BUT I MADE IT WORK. or, well. Helen made it work, actually, and I was very grateful. (Elaaden, what do you have against my triangle button working? and wtf was that Nomad bug where suddenly I could see through time and the world contracted and my hair turned white????)

anyway.

this morning I joked to Helen that I was feeling very “I love all of my crew equally”/“I don’t care for Cora” so today I made a concerted effort to get to know her better--and tried a few Nomad combos where she wouldn’t sound like the fun police. (turns out, she and Vetra get along great! and also when I put her with Peebee she gets very self-conscious about how she’s totes not appropriating asari culture and it’s v embarrassing. on the OTHER hand, she makes fun of Peebee for peeping on Jaal and like, again, wtf, let me have my ot3.)

I started out finishing up that Morda drive core mission that glitched, and of course I gave the krogan the drive core in exchange for the outpost because I LOVE KROGAN and also RYDER LOVES OUTPOSTS. win/win tbh. but honestly the best part was getting to pick the dialogue option talking to Addison “fuck Tann” and Ryder actually getting to say fuck! it’s the little things.

after closing out Elaaden I decided to try and finish up a few errand-y missions like scanning plants, etc. in doing so, I got to play soccer with my very best friend Liam which was a heartwarming lot of fun, and fought TWO architects because just one was not enough. Peebee’s ex stole our beloved Proof Of Concept (I know the bot is called Poc, but honestly I think full-naming it is much cuter) and I was all “of course I’m gonna help you we’re in this together” which threw Peebee off her game because she’s still thrown every time someone cares about her. I AM, AGAIN, CANNOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH, GENUINELY SAD I’M GOING TO HAVE TO CHOOSE AMONG ROMANCE OPTIONS. this experience could not be more different from the main trilogy, where I romanced Liara out of a sense of obligation/curiosity faaaaaar more than any genuine interest or investment, and wasn’t tempted* to deviate from that by anyone else along the way. there are a thousand mechanical reasons why I think romance works much, much better in Andromeda than it ever did in the main series--among them the very pointed focus on found family throughout, the more nuanced ability to craft a unique Ryder by doing away with paragon/renegade and instead having the more robust conversation trees, and the overworld chatting on the Nomad giving EVERYONE the amount of personality off the bat that my OG crew had to like bite and claw for for two and a half games-- but like. I’m not gonna lie a big part of it is just that I just think more of these people are more interesting as potential partners. I THINK I AM AN ANDROMEDA GIRL. 

* well that’s a lie I would have romanced Tali in a heartbeat if I weren’t playing fem!Shep and that was illegal. and I’ll probably romance Sam Traynor after that. so. it’s not a total bust.

but I digress. 

saved that scientist’s baby on Voeld, and afterwards had my first ACTUAL, HUMAN conversation with Addison about--shockingly--the nature of friendship. I was genuinely surprised and pleased! look at us go! I also did some spying for that STG agent, and got the world’s most badly delivered “gee, are you really going to believe that old coot?” speech out of my main suspect, which was hilariously insulting.

and then, partly due to Helen’s advice and partly because, again, today was Learn To Appreciate Cora Day, I finished out her loyalty mission! I was shocked to find Sarissa alive after all the build-up-- I was certain that after that long a drum roll for how key she’d be in the Initiative’s growth that we’d find her mega-dead-- but as Helen pointed out to me, the trope is Don’t Meet Your Heroes, not Your Hero Is Probably Dead, Actually. her whole “be calm, soldier” routine @ Vedaria was kind of grating in the moment but is very cute after the fact, so fine. the whole muted sounds and gravity tricks of that final fight were super fun, even though I did accidentally jump into space once or twice. the big biotics lightshow was v impressive, but after I took a pretty hardline stance on Sarissa: come clean and shut up, and you’re fired. I did get a little offended when the asari captain was like “you could have killed us all, it was only dumb luck that Ryder found us” bc EXCUSE ME, SOME OF IT WAS DUMB SKILL, but still. it was good to get that all settled, and very good to hear Cora say what was immediately obvious to everyone but her, which is that her compulsion towards mentors and plans would have made her a poor Pathfinder but makes her a perfect XO. 

then I hit level 50 and spent a lot of time upgrading my gear, and like-- a kind god would have put the loadout console next to R&D and the buy/sell screen so I wouldn’t have to run up and down the Tempest corridor like an idiot. but whatever. Baby’s Fourth Beam Gun TM (an Avenger with a beam emitter) is working out splendidly, I’m slicing and dicing with my asari sword, and I’ve just put seeking plasma bolts on my Eagle which delights me. still shopping around for my ideal sniper before I commit but we’re getting there! 

then I went to start the new planet, but then realized Ark Natanus was right there, and ended up backtracking twice. First I ran back to the Nexus thinking there’d be another fun homecoming cut scene for the asari like there’d been for the salarians that I didn’t want to muddy with adding turians, too, only that didn’t happen. boo! I did remember to check on my mom, tho, so that was nice and emotional. then I went back to Netanus to start that up, only to realize I was wearing a very ugly and entirely face-obscuring helmet-- and once it was clear the entirety of the mission was going to be me emoting at Rix, I restarted the mission with a different armor loudout. yes, I am that vain, but only because opportunities for mlm/wlw solidarity are rare in this game (Gil’s been quiet lately, lol) and Rix deserved my best. though after doing all this, I am wondering: why do all the SAMs have different voices? surely making even one AI as smart and unique as SAM is difficult; then making each Ark’s SAM unique feels like an unnecessary burden? but whatever.

H-whateverthefuck is by far my favorite planet to Nomad around on. I’ve been complaining about the lack of low gravity mechanics since the Mako in ME1 (WE WENT TO THE MOON, THE LITERAL MOON, OUR MOON, AND NOT EVEN THAT HAD LOW GRAVITY?) and so this felt like pure vindication. (also, in general but very aggressively NOT for this planet because of the radiation, shout out to the Nomad for letting me get out no matter how poorly or vertically it’s parked, because lord knows I glitched the Mako many times trying to pause and get out in ‘impossible’ places the Nomad handles with ease.) anyway. the concept of a broken-up planet is terrifying, and the reality of it was eerie as all get-out. what neat execution!

and speaking of a neat execution, I’m so relieved going with the interrupt and firing at Meriwether while she held Sid worked, because I was again legit scared I might get Sid killed. as you’ll recall re: my Jaal loyalty mission, that’s the second time I was genuinely quite nervous there would be real consequences to screwing this up! I give the game a lot of credit for building a world where it feels like I really could screw up that badly. I’m very proud/fond of Sid, and the whole security camera mechanic was delightful-- a more fun version of the kind of stuff KOTOR always made me do. back on the Tempest, I decided to flirt with Vetra while the flirting’s still good, but tbh her flirt option (“I care about Sid bc I care about you”) wasn’t even all that romantically valanced, if you ask me! but also I love that Sid’s idea of justice is fast-tracking having cats in Heleus. 

phew! with so many big things now out of the way, I’m not sure how much dithering I can/should do before continuing with the main mission. but that’s a decision for future me.

#leah plays mass effect andromeda

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

Bye Bye My Blue

Requested by my N anon!

“Cuz I'm afraid to say things I want to say I push you away and make things uncomfortable Although there is so much I want to hear I cannot dare to desire and just wait painfully.” 

-Yerin Baek, Bye Bye My Blue

You didn’t really like it when people saw you upset.

Yeah, yeah, who did like to be seen upset?

You supposed no one really did.

Being upset just left people in such a vulnerable state, so susceptible to judgment… You felt like it made people think that you were weak like you needed someone to make you feel better. You didn’t and you resented that people ever thought that about you…

Still, despite your opposition to people knowing when you were upset, you were one to often have a bad day. Not only that but sometimes when you had a bad day it was just so bad that you couldn’t really keep it to yourself. It was next to impossible to hide how sad you were feeling… Even on days like today.

So when you were at school, and things just got to be so much that you couldn’t make it another second in your class, you couldn’t stand another moment without letting the tears brim in your eyes and pour down your cheeks- you just quickly threw your hand in the air and rushed out of the classroom, claiming you needed to go to the bathroom.

The hallway wasn’t a great place to breakdown, but the bathroom wasn’t either.

In the end apparently beneath the school staircase beside a discarded condom was where you decided was the best place to stop and let the tears pour down your cheeks.

You weren’t worried about anyone coming after you from that class. You didn’t have any friends around this period to be concerned about you… If they would even act concerned for you if they were around that was.

You sniffled and drew your legs closer to your chest.

You wondered how long you could stay here without-

“Hey, are blowjobs still in the picture or…?”

You looked up your legs dropping to the dusty floor into a criss-cross position. Your hands quickly went to wiping tears from your eyes as if it was possible to hide the fact that you had been crying in the first place. The guy standing in front of you was someone that you were familiar with… But not close to.

Lee Jihoon. Sat a few desks behind you.

You had never spoken to him before. Just admired him from afar when he went up to present a project or when he was strolling past you in the hallway, talking to one of his many tall, tall friends.

You couldn’t really find the words to respond to him and his weird attempt to break the ice, so you just settled to not respond. He didn’t seem to mind that and walked over to you, gesturing to the space between you.

“You mind if I join you?” He asked you.

You stared up at him, but he was unwavering despite your best efforts to make him think that you just weren’t worth it. You sighed.

“I mean… If you don’t mind the used condom, it’s a public space,” you replied. He chuckled and kicked aside the item. Then he slid down the wall and took a seat next to you.

At first, you thought he was just going to sit there, as when he slid down the wall he kinda opted to say nothing at all. He slipped out his phone and messed around with it mindlessly for a few minutes, seeming to not be paying any attention to you anymore.

Honestly, just his presence made you want to cry once again. You had, after all, come out here to do just that. You shifted your body a little to the side. You felt your cheeks getting warm again and you let your hands raise to your cheeks, ready for the wetness to trail down from your eyes.

You wondered what the math teacher must be thinking, knowing that a male and female from his class had left at around the same time. You wondered if the other students were already coming out with their stupid rumors. You wondered what would happen to your reputation if anyone were to find you here with him.

God, who even cared about your reputation anymore? It was just people spreading a bunch of rumors about you anyways.

A bit of something salty seeped it’s way into your mouth and you sniffled, drawing your fingers roughly over your cheekbones to keep the tears from running down your cheeks even more.

It just made them fall more rapidly.

You were only crying again for a short moment when suddenly you felt a hand land tentatively on your back. You jumped and it left as quickly as it had appeared, but still you turned and looked at him.

He had a strange look over his face. Not one of pity or amusement… Instead, there was another emotion there that you couldn’t really place.

“What?” You demanded anyways, knowing that you sounded a little bit defensive. He seemed shocked by the sudden sound of your voice. He put his hands in the air.

“Nothing it’s just that… You look like you could use a hug,” he replied softly. He put his hands in his lap and spun to look at you more closely. “I mean, isn’t that why you left class?”

You stared at him, and apparently that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. He reached forward hesitantly, noting the way that you flinched away from him. A look of frustration grew over his face, but he pulled back anyways, his hands falling back into his lap.

“I don’t need a hug,” you stated stubbornly. “Anyone with eyes can see that I’m perfectly fine.”

Even as you spoke you had to wipe more tears from your cheeks, apparently, they had a mind of their own and that mind just wanted to cry until you couldn’t cry anymore. You pulled your legs up against your body.

“Just… Leave me alone.”

Jihoon stared at you, and for a long moment he was so silent that you thought maybe he had actually honored your request and left.

“My name is Jihoon, by the way.”

You supposed he wasn’t that smart.

You looked up at him from behind your knees.

“I know,” you mumbled back to him. “How could I not know? You’re the boy who always writes his own songs for the chorus concerts.”

Jihoon seemed to be caught off-guard by that. His cheeks turned the color of cherry blossoms in bloom and his eyes grew wide.

“You’ve heard of my songs before?” He asked. You rolled your eyes.

“I have your music on Spotify,” you replied pointedly. “Everyone does, you’re like our school’s pride and joy.”

It wasn’t a lie. Jihoon had a really good reputation at school. No one could ever say a bad thing about him… Well, other then a handful of people who (not even rudely mind you) started to spread the rumor that he might be gay because he didn’t really talk to girls ever. But… His friend Mingyu beat them up and scared anyone out of saying that any longer.

Honestly, you thought that made it seem even more like Jihoon was gay, but you weren’t the kind to obsess over such things- especially when they didn’t directly affect you.

Besides, you knew what it was like when people just kept… Talking about you. God, it was like people couldn’t stop. Why did everyone care so much about what you were doing? What you were thinking? Why did they only care when it didn’t matter?

How come if you were to walk out of the classroom and come back after only a few minutes someone would ask you what you were doing, but when you went out crying nobody cared? Did people only care about you when they could get something from you?

“Hey, I, uh, I know this isn’t any of my business but… Why are you crying?” Jihoon asked softly, interrupting your train of thought once again. You let your legs drop to the ground and raised your hand up to your hair. You ran your fingers through the strands to make sure that it was all out of your face so that he could see your expression better.

“Why does anyone cry Lee Jihoon?” You asked him. “I’m sad. I’m so fucking sad, and over it all.” Jihoon’s expression solemned up a little bit and he reached forward. You had heard very few things about Jihoon, but one of them was that he didn’t really like touching people.

You were starting to think that was a lie considering the amount of times he had tried to reach forward and touch you in these last few minutes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jihoon asked you. This time he sat his hands beneath his legs. A restraining effort you supposed.

If I wanted to talk about it, I think I would have already,” you murmured back. Your gaze lowered to the floor. “Right now, I just want to cry.”

“I can do that,” Jihoon stated softly.

You cut him a glare.

“Alone.”

“I can do that too,” Jihoon insisted. “Just pretend I’m not here.”

You stared in disbelief at Jihoon as he turned his body a little in the opposite direction of you, whistling as if he hadn’t just been talking to you. He sat there for minutes in silence while you cried. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t get on his phone, he didn’t even look at you. He just sat there while you cried.

There was something… You couldn’t really explain it, but you were beyond comforted by his presence right there with you. Even though you weren’t talking to him, even though you didn’t know him. There was something warm about him being right there with you.

You let your gaze wander over to him and you cleared your throat.

“Why… Why are you doing this?” You asked him. “You’re going to miss class. People are going to think we’re… I don’t even know.”

“I don’t care,” Jihoon replied. He turned to look back at you over his shoulder. “I could tell you were upset in class. We all could. I wasn’t just going to let you cry it out alone.”

“Most people would,” you stated back firmly. He shrugged.

“I guess I’m not most people,” he stated. He winced at his own words. “Okay, well, I should be honest too. I have a bit of a hidden agenda.”

Suddenly this boy who had seemed pretty confident up until now was nervous. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers, as he tried to gauge his next words. You were still crying. At this point you weren’t even trying to stop the tears.

If you were going to look like an idiot, might as well let it be because you had an anime amount of tears running down your cheeks over the other many awful ways that you could look dumb.

“I uh… I sort of have a crush on you?” He murmured, but it sounded more like a question then anything else. “I was going to slip you a note today in class to make sure that you were feeling okay… But then you left and-”

“Wait,” you interrupted. You recalled a time in which you had found a note on your desk. It was anonymous, and nice and inspiring… “So, you were the one-”

He shyly rubbed the back of his neck.

“You looked like you needed a pick me up,” he replied softly. “And I’m… A little shy when it comes to talking to people… Especially people as pretty as you.”

Despite the tears you felt your cheeks redden. You raised your hands to your cheeks and tried to wipe the tears away.

“Stop,” you murmured. “You’re wasting your time with me Jihoon I’m a… I’m a mess. You don’t want to bother with me.”

Jihoon reached forward once again, and this time you didn’t flinch away as one hand carefully wrapped its fingers around your wrist. His touch was warm and gentle as he lowered your hands to your lap, and his other hand cupped your cheek, wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs.

“You’ll only end up hurt,” you murmured. “I’m starting to think that all I can do is hurt people, and be hurt by people, and just… I don’t know, be a nuisance I guess.”

Jihoon rolled his eyes lightly.

“I don’t mind,” he stated softly. You couldn’t help but feel frustrated by his words.

“Why not?” You snapped. He cupped your other cheek with his hand and smiled comfortingly at you.

“Because you’re worth it.”

He stared at you for a moment longer and then wiped the corner of his jacket over your cheeks.

“There we go, your eyes are a little red, but other then that it’s like you weren’t crying at all,” he murmured. You stared in silence at him, and it made him laugh nervously. “Let’s not do that again.”

He stood up and helped you up to your feet.

“Let’s go back to class, and then we can eat lunch together… Is that… Is that okay?” He asked you.

You wanted to say no. Not because you didn’t like Jihoon, but you weren’t sure of your own emotions. You couldn’t believe that his confession had gotten you to stop crying… Was it your own confusion or were you just so unable to comprehend the idea that someone could like you that your brain had short-circuited? Either way, you weren’t sure, but you no longer felt the need to cry.

Instead…

“Yeah, just uh first can I…” You trailed off, now it was your turn to feel embarrassed. “Can I still get that hug?”

Jihoon’s smile was so warm…

“Of course.”

And his arms were just as warm as his smile was.

“Everything is going to be okay right?”

Empty words, that didn’t normally mean anything to you. But right now, coming from Jihoon in this moment you actually sort of believed them. Maybe you had cried yourself stupid, or maybe Jihoon was just confident enough about his own words that you were dumb enough to fall for them, but in that exact moment, you genuinely felt like maybe he was right.

“My my my darling Just calling your name makes my heart full I want to get bigger, bigger, and bigger So I can give you a big armful of hugs.”

#Requested #! #N anon #woozi #Seventeen #Seventeen Woozi #Hurt and comfort #sorta #Lee Jihoon #Lee Jihoon seventeen

[soranihimawari]

Confessions & Kiss

Welcome back to a short draft/drabble featuring the Karasuno 1st year squad and Delta-y/n (again). This is a continuation of “Constellations & Whistles” where the main pairing is Yamaguchi x Delta-y/n (Hitoka’s childhood friend from elementary - middle school). Time frame is roughly six weeks since Delta was introduced to the team by Hitoka. Enjoy!

Taglist: @m0nstergeneration20xx​ 

<Constellations & Whistles< previous

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Ever since you came to visit the Karasuno VBC with Hitoka, life for you became pretty rad. For example, you didn’t have to worry about eating lunch alone anymore since you were joined by either Kageyama & Hinata or Tsukki & Yamaguchi on the days Hitoka couldn’t meet up with you; walking in the hallways when you had to deliver the English class notes to the Faculty Room, you were usually stopped by some of the second year senpais like Kazuhito & Ennoshita who would escort you and tell you funny stories about Noya & Tanaka bombing the last exam; and finally on the days leading up to an official match, Shizumi-san asked if you could come watch the match. 

“I-I’m not sure if I should go,” you said. You sighed as you closed your locker after changing out of your uniform shoes. It wasn’t that you were nervous about going, however you saw first hand how much the whole team had improved with the late night practices.

“What?” Hitoka asked. She gripped your shoulders in slight shock. “Delta, I know this would take you out of your comfort zone watching the guys go up against Seijoh, but I think the guys would really appreciate it if you’d come...”

You remove her hands from your shoulder and give them a gentle squeeze for reassurance. You give your best friend a half smile. It’s been about a month since now since that first afternoon and perhaps you thought the volleyball club members were extremely kind and attentive to making sure the bullying you endured was reduced (mostly thanks to Tanaka and Sugawara being the founders of “protect our precious lady manager/s squad”.)

“I know you’re the one inviting me, Yacchan,” you said, releasing Hitoka’s hands. About a minute goes by for Hitoka to acknowledge her friend might have begun liking one of the members of the team.

“But you’d rather have the person you like ask you to come?” Hitoka asks sheepishly. The blush forming on the apples of your cheeks warm your face. “Holy moly, I was right,wasn’t I?”

You nod. 

“Don’t make such a fuss over this development please. Yamaguchi might not even like me back...” 

“Oh, I highly doubt that.”

“Yacchan, I’ll be fine. Besides, did I tell you I’m headed to see the concert tonight at the observatory with Marina-san?”

“Oh? I didn’t know your relative was in town, but have fun! I’m running a little behind to practice anyway.”

“See ya.”

You shake your head to clear your negative thoughts as you turn around mentioning you were heading to the local city science museum since your cousin was taking you to see the Holst Concert ‘Planet’ Series (once or twice a month the local observatory would either stream or have live concerts at the observatory). Your moss green combat boots made you a little bit taller than Hitoka who was gearing up for another last minute practice before the team would be off until game day doing individual practices.

Hitoka pouted, but there was a hopeful expression emerging. Unbeknownst to you, Tsukkishima let it slip during one of the first year study groups his best friend had a crush on Delta. 

Kageyama and Hinata were the ones who flipped out the most, cornering Yamaguchi after morning practice with questions ranging from how he was going to confess, when did those emotions come in, and most of them were positive. Hitoka, on the other hand, had come back to the group catching wind of the endless teasing ways her fellow classmates were giving Yamaguchi. Tsukkishima continued doing his work trying to steer his company back into studying, but Hitoka decided to offer some free advice to the boys when it comes to handling a crush (especially since she would essentially personally involved in making sure Yamaguchi’s feelings go answered):

“Sometimes the simplest ways to get the person you like to notice you is if you’ express interest in learning about what makes them happy,“ Hitoka states, going back to working on preparing the lab report for her preliminary biology class. Judging by the silence she was being given as a response (even Tsukki paused his writing for a moment. Truthfully, he did want to help Yamaguchi, yet he had no clue how).

“Yamaguchi, you know how much Delta loves studying the constellations, right?Have you ever asked her about which ones are her favorite or see how worked up she gets when she found a new part of the city to go stargazing?” Hitoka states in matter-of-fact tone. “I gave you her number a couple days ago, message her and see what she says.”

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[22:08]

『yamaguchi: hey delta. 』

『delta-y/n: hi yamaguchi! what’s up?』

『yamaguchi: mind telling me about the draco constellation?』

『delta-y/n: sure! did you know that draco means dragon in latin? are you busy after practice tonight?』

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The days leading up the Karasuno rematch against Seijoh caused all members of the team to practice more intensely than before. There was a sort of electric switch between the students on the team. Even the most rambunctious members were eerily quiet when pondering upon different strategies (Hitoka mentioned it to you Kageyama observed one of the Grand King’s practices where the local university club players played a set against the present team.)

During break, you accompanied Hitoka at the request of Shizumi to the gym. The boys were all seen doing spiking drills with both Sugawara & Kageyama on either side of the net while Noya and the was working on his defense. You quietly observed the ambient sounds of the sneakers squeaking against the polished gym floors followed by the echoes of “toss to me!” from the players’ lips.

“Yacchan,” you whisper to your friend.

“Hmm?” Hitoka replies. Her hands are looking at the notes Shizumi handed her when you both arrived.

“I thought they were on individual practice again?”

“They are, but they do need to practice as a team.”

“Can’t argue that logic, Yacchan. I’m going to head back early. I haveTakeda-sensei’s class next & we’re covering Nakajima works.”

You tap the blonde girl’s shoulder paired with a nod and you left, the commanding sound of Sawamura’s voice echoes.

After classes had concluded, you were once again at your locker switching out your school shoes for your boots again. The skies above were cloudy and overcast with the weatherman stating there would be no reason to bring an umbrella until tomorrow. Hitoka mentioned to you that she was on cleaning duty for her class via text, stating if you wouldn’t mind, she was going to send one of the boys from the club to walk with you in her stead. You were honestly surprised a bit because as far as you knew, not very many of them (with the exception of your fellow first year compatriots) knew which neighborhood your parents house was. 

You were lost in your own thoughts over thinking about how you did on your science exam as well. You didn’t really prepare for it, considering it was going to be about planetary systems, it should be a breeze. Well, except for the physics involved, but who is counting? your inner voice sasses you. You finish tying your laces and closing the door to your locker to let out a surprised gasp when you saw Yamaguchi walking in your direction. Tsukkishima apparently wasn’t with him considering his individual practice was with his brother’s neighborhood team that evening, allowing for this conversation to happen between Yamaguchi & you.

“Hey Delta-chan,” he greeted. Yamaguchi waved and you did the same.

“Oh hi, Yamaguchi-kun. You’re the one who’s gonna accompany me home?” you ask. I am going to get Hitoka back for sending my crush to walk home with me. Maybe she could buy me chocolate milk for a week, you think.

“Is that ok? I was going that way anyway to speak to Coach Ukai’s friend.”

“Sure.” You comb your hair behind an ear and as you turn around, you and Yamaguchi begin the walk home. “So you wanted to learn more about the draco constellation right?”

When you reach the convenience store, Yamaguchi introduces you to his jump-floater teacher: Shimada Makoto. You wave as a silent greeting before humming along with the song on the radio. Your attention was immediately drawn to the connect the dots magazine having an issue for the fall constellations a few aisles away leaving the student and his master to speak in confidence.

“How are your serves coming along?” Shimada asked.

“I’m improving, but I haven’t quite perfected it, but that’s ok,” Yamaguchi answered. His eyes wander to where you were thumbing through another magazine having a featurette on otherworldly planets from neighboring star systems. 

“There is always room for improvement, Tadashi-san,” Shimada explains. Then, he notices how his honorary student glances at his school mate who was thumbing through another National Geographic-Japan issue. “But maybe you might feel more determined after you talk to your friend.”

Roughly twenty minutes later, you and Yamaguchi bid Shamada good bye as you both continue walking to your neighborhood. The sun had already begun to set in the twilight hour. Yamaguchi told you stories of his childhood growing up with Tsukki, being bullied for his timid demeanor; in return you told him about the shared sidewalk chalk with Hitoka and the awkward years in middle school where you found your affinity for studying the heavens. At the park that separates your house from theYamaguchi residence, you fish out your pocket telescope from your bag. 

“Care to stargaze for a while with me?” you ask him extending the telescope out to him.

“Only if you come to the game we have coming up, Delta” Yamaguchi says. 

His cheeks seemed a little more pink because of the way he phrased his statement. In his mind, when Hitoka had told him you might need a little more convincing to come to the match, he wasn’t exactly planning on asking you the week before it was scheduled. To be fair, it was the first time Yamaguchi also took an initiative in asking his crush to cheer him and his team on. His eyes look away from yours for a moment before you answer him. You lower your hand holding the telescope, baffled by his compromise. Your eyes study Yamaguchi’s face, taking into account how the freckles on his face are mini-star clusters you were eager to memorize. He really is good looking up close, you muse thoughtfully as you take a step forward toward him.

With your free hand, you caress Yamaguchi’s cheek so he can turn his face to see yours. He leans into your palm with a surprised sigh escaping his mouth; his blush deepens on the apples of cheeks. The freckles on his skin remind you of the red hues in the photos published on the NASA website earlier that week from the Guggenheim Conservatory. 

“OK. I’ll go,” your voice is gentle like the breeze that stirs the leaves in the park. The time space continuum slows for a bit when Yamaguchi puts his hand over yours to remove it from his face. You don’t tell him how handsome you think he is while being bashful around you nor does he tell you clearly how much he was considering sharing his first kiss with you when you tell him you’d go. He leans his forehead against yours, committing the minute features of your face to memory like the scar on your eyebrow when you fell off your bike in second grade and the beauty mark on the top left corner of your cupid’s bow. With a light touch, he slowly lifts your chin up with the tip of his index finger until your face is uplifted toward his. Your breath hitches in your throat in anticipation when you feel your heartbeat pick up quickens its pace.

Yamaguchi dips his head down as if to kiss you fully, but instead you feel his lips brush against yours in a subtle manner. 

“If you’re actually planning on kissing me, I suggest you do it now,” you whispered as you press your lips against his own lightly. This mutual feeling between you and Yamaguchi was as bright as a solar flare; the mutual pining ceased as soon as you felt him return your kiss. Timid Yamaguchi was grinning against your pout like he won a lottery for every time your lips met his. When you two pulled apart after the last one, he pulled you into a loose embrace.

“I really like you,” he confesses, still holding your hand. Yamaguchi’s voice for once, is not shaking because of nerves. It sounded as though there was an air of confidence emit from his vocal chords.

“Me too,” you confess too. 

Your lips curl upwards into a smile as you close the distance between Yamaguchi and yourself. When you press your lips against his, you feel how well his lips mold on to yours; he catches a whiff of the light mint flavor of your lip balm. The kiss is innocently short when you two break apart. Yamaguchi is quick to notice how smitten he was with you especially seeing your cheeks slightly redden when he kisses your forehead. You glance down at your shoes kicking a small pile of construction dirt away. 

“W-we don’t have to go stargazing today Tadashi,” you offer. “I think I’d like it if you take me to the cafe a few blocks away from my house.” 

“OK.”

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[19:43]

『yamaguchi: tsukki. i kissed delta this afternoon. 』

『tsukki: : huh?! YOU DID WHAT?』

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[20:19]

『delta-y/n: i changed my mind. i’m going to the match on saturday, hitoka. 』

『hitoka-chan: oh~? that’s great. how was the walk home with yamaguchi?』

『delta-y/n: fine actually...he confessed if that’s what you mean. 』

『hitoka-chan: wha~?! yamaguchi did what?!』

『delta-y/n: hitoka, he kissed me & then we went to the cafe this afternoon...』

『hitoka-chan: i’m gonna call you right now delta and you’re gonna tell me e v e r y t h i n g.. 』

#yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi fluff #hq fluff #delta-y/n is my [y/n]-san