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lovebugism · 5 months

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"s'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt" "you jsut can't cook" + eddie munson for blurbcember ❄️

ty for requesting! :D — you freeze your ass off to spend some time alone with eddie; he learns you love him more than s'mores (established relationships, fluff, 1.6k)

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You and Eddie sit stranded in Steve’s backyard, the only ones brave enough to weather the late-night cold.

The bursting bonfire died down to a couple of sparkling orange embers, and the party followed accordingly. While your friends sought shelter in the warm living room, unfreezing their fingers around cups of hot cocoa, you and Eddie remained outside in the navy blue winter — too stubborn to tread behind them.

“But wait— we haven’t made s’mores yet!” you’d whined. The shivering bodies of your friends rushed by you and into the heated house, anyway. Eddie was the only one to stay with you after the fact. ‘Cause his girl was gonna get her s’mores even if it was the last thing he ever did.

He makes the first one perfectly. Mostly because that one was for you.

You sit patiently in the slanted wooden chair, knees up to your chest, drowning in the thick leather jacket Eddie gave you for warmth. It smells just like him — like pine and childhood. It keeps you as warm as the smoky marshmallow on your tongue.

The melted sugar gets caught in your teeth, along with the chewed-up graham cracker and gooey milk chocolate. You smile with it all anyway when Eddie’s second batch doesn’t turn out nearly as good as his first.

“Eds, that’s burnt!” you laugh with your mouth still full as he smacks a blackened marshmallow between two square cookies.

In several layers of dark flannel, the boy shrugs lazily. He plops onto the adirondack beside yours and shoots you a lopsided smile, tinted pink and softly chapped. His skin, made more pale by the dark and wintery night, rivals that of the shining full moon. It makes his flushed cheeks that much more rosy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about— s’mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt.”

He takes a too big bite to make a point. You grimace at the crunch of the over-cooked confection, then smile when the melted sugar sticks to Eddie’s chin. “No, you just can’t cook,” you retort with a lovesick grin.

“But I’m right!” he insists, black crumbs sticking to the corners of his mouth.

He’s too hardheaded, and you’re too in love with him to argue about it any further. You just smile and shake your head, so full of adoration you’re sparkling with it. “You’re so cute,” you murmur, features warm and visibly fond.

He grins wide, never minding the food caught in his teeth. “I know.”

“Should we make everyone else one?” you wonder, nose scrunched as you spare a look over your shoulder.

Through the sliding glass door, you can see into the golden-lit living room. Everyone’s lazing under blankets, crammed onto couches or lounging on the floor. You can’t tell if they’re sleeping or not. You feel the need to take care of them anyway.

Eddie scoffs with his mouth still full. “Hell no! Those cowards chickened out on us,” he answers bitterly, then in a deeper and posher accent, continues. “Only the bravest of warriors can be rewarded with such fine delicacies.”

“Getting hypothermia makes us ‘the bravest of warriors’?”

“You’re the one who wanted to stay out here!”

“I did,” you argue with a laugh. “But not for the stupid s’mores.”

He gets cartoonishly confused. His bushy brows furrow and his winter-kissed features swirl together. If you weren’t weathering the winter for his obviously unmatched cheffing skills, then what exactly were you out here for?

“Then… for what?” he wonders slowly and with his dark eyes squinted.

You roll your eyes at your oblivious boy. A smile hints at the corners of your mouth. “Eddie…” you murmur, hoping your sudden sheepishness might give him some sort of hint. Telling him, ‘I’m out here in the freezing cold because being next to you makes me feel warm’ is far too sweet and not at all on brand for either of you.

“What?” he says with a faint laugh, still visibly clueless.

“I stayed out here because of you, you idiot,” you confess, giggling softly when it makes his doe eyes get all squishy around the edges.

“Oh,” he hums, then grins all wide and giddy. “Sweet.”

It’s too easy to forget how much you like him sometimes. Mostly because he doesn’t feel very deserving of you at all. He just takes all the sweet moments alone with you that he can get, then tries not to explode every time you remind him that you love him back.

“I am starting to get cold, though,” you murmur, jaw tense to keep your teeth from chattering.

A crisp breeze rolls by and shoves its teeth into every inch of exposed skin it can bite. Your cheeks and lips have long gone numb with it. You can only wrap Eddie’s jacket around you so much before it stops helping.

“Well, I know something that’ll warm us up…” the boy beside you croons with an audible smirk.

Your face scrunches at the implication. “Eddie…” you grouse.

“Get your head out of the gutter— I’m talking about booze.”

You squint at him. He reaches between his many layers and pulls out something from the inner pocket. It glimmers beneath the moonlight for a moment until you realize what it is — a glass, small and polygonal, half-filled with amber liquid.

“I picked the lock to Steve’s dad’s liquor cabinet,” he confesses, twinkling with boyish excitement. “This looked the fanciest, so…”

At a loss for words, you shake your head. “You’re insane,” you tell him, even though your smile says that you’re in love with him and all his crazy.

“I’m surprised it took you this long to figure that out,” he quips and unscrews the glass cap. He sniffs the liquid inside, then takes a sip without fear. He winces at the taste.

“Is it good?” you ask, hiding your laugh behind your palm.

“It’s great—” His answer comes wedged between coughs.

When he passes the small glass off to you, you take your own baby sip of the alcohol, with much more hesitation than the boy beside you. The bitter taste coats your tongue and stings going down. The burn makes you cough. Your chest blooms with warmth.

Eddie’s brows raise expectantly. His lip quirks at the edges. “Good?”

“It tastes like rubbing alcohol,” you grimace and hand the thing back to him.

“That’s how you know it’s good!” he insists. He takes another sip and doesn’t flinch this time around. “Like— this is the shit rich people spend hundreds of dollars on just to pretend it tastes good.”

“Being rich must suck,” you observe with your face screwed up.

“Oh, totally,” the boy scoffs. He goes to take a swig, then sends you a worried glance with the glass up to his lips. “Are you warm yet, at least?”

“Not really… My throat just kinda burns.”

“C’mere. Before you end up like that psycho from The Shining.”

Eddie slouches softly in his seat and holds his arms out beside him. The invitation is a hard one to turn down. Hair wild, cheeks rosy, and dressed all snug — he looks so visibly warm. You want to curl into his chest like a cat and stay there forever.

“You want me to sit in your lap?” you wonder with your brows pinched.

He nods.

“Eddie. I’ll crush you.”

His features swirl with hurt. “I’m offended that you’re doubting my strength right now, sweetheart.”

“Shut up.”

“Get over here before I cause a scene.”

There’s not much of a scene to cause. Both of you know this. You rise on rigid, frozen limbs anyway and walk the short distance to him.

His palms are oddly warm as they curl around your hips. You sit hesitantly on his lap at first, as tense as a rock, until he pulls you down completely. His arms settle around your waist like they were always meant to be there, hands fitting with you like a puzzle piece. It doesn’t take long for you to melt against him.

Eddie grins at the comforting weight of you. “See? This isn’t so bad, right?”

You try to bite back the beam tugging at your lips. This kind of love makes you feel like a teenager again — heart singing like it’s never been stung before.

“I mean, yeah, but Steve and Robin are watching us through the blinds,” you tell him as a laugh sputters from your lips.

You can tell they’re trying to be discreet, but their eyes showing through the slats — at two varying heights — are a dead giveaway. It took the two of them ages to get you and Eddie together, so you’re not entirely surprised by their snooping. They’re nothing if not your biggest cheerleaders. Even if it does make them a couple of creeps sometimes.

Eddie doesn’t bother to look over his shoulder at them. He just tilts his chin up at you and smiles with all his teeth. “Wanna give ‘em a show?”

You smile. Then press your tingling lips to the cold skin of his rosy cheek.

You know that isn’t exactly what he was asking for, so his plea for another doesn’t surprise you.

“One more?” he wonders quietly, chocolate eyes glimmering with boyish hope.

Happily, you lean in for another peck to his cheek. He turns his head at the very last second and smacks a proper kiss to your mouth.

You pull back, face agape with shock, like he’s never kissed you before. “Eddie!” you gasp.

His doe eyes sparkle with feigned innocence. “What?”

“You’re incorrigible,” you insist and settle further into him.

His contented sigh brushes your temple when you rest your head against him. His ringed fingers give your sides a squeeze. “That’s a real big word, sweetheart. Means you like me, right?”

You let yourself smile wide. He can’t see how lovesick you are from this angle, or else he’d know that you do a whole lot more than just like him. “Yeah, Eds. That’s exactly what it means.”

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 2 months

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Baltimore Part One (Will Graham)

Description: Will and his wife have a plan to take Hannibal's house from him

Warning: Oral sex

Word Count: 1,720k

I loved Hannibal. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. But was I in love with him? My husband and I were both teachers and helped the FBI with cases. Will had this special power that he could see how people died and give it in very specific detail. Each time it seemed we’d catch somebody there was a copycat killer. Will had started seeing this physiatrist named Hannibal Lector. He was rich and had a huge mansion. He was very smart and helped us on these cases. He seemed to have everything. “He wants us to come over for dinner.” Will had told me. I was excited once I heard he was a good cook. We had gotten dressed up for the dinner as Hannibal requested.

I had a nice red dress that went down to my legs and showed some of my chest. Will didn’t have anything crazy fancy but we managed to make it work. I watched as he buttoned up the fancy dress shirt that I had gotten him for our anniversary years ago. We have been together since we were 16. He is the best man I've ever met and I love him so much. He looked so good in the shirt that it made me melt. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You look wonderful baby.” He told me. I blushed everytime he complimented me. “But you look very sexy in this shirt.” I told him. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I wanna rip it off you.” His breathing picked up some and I gave him a little bite on his ear. “You can’t say things like that to me when we have somewhere to be.” He says.

Hannibal made us some really fancy dinner that I hadn’t heard the name of before. He had the most expensive wine and a crazy big kitchen. The food was amazing as was the wine. I closed my eyes and almost moaned at how good everything was. “You are a wonderful cook Mr.Lector.” I said to him. “Hannibal please and thank you!” He was also very handsome and charming. I loved Will but damn there was something about Hannibal. His accent was incredible and sexy. The fact that he could cook added to it. Will and him talked about the case we were currently working on as I ate the dinner in silence not really caring about the case right now. “So Will tells me you are very smart and almost went to Harvard.” Hannibal says now turned to me. I blush and chuckle “Yes but I took a different path.” I say. “Teaching is it?” I nodded as I chewed the rest of my food. “At least you’re putting your talent to good use.” “Cheers to that.” Will said, holding up his glass. I laugh as they both do it.

“Dinner was lovely Hannibal thank you for having us.” I said as we were leaving. “Thank you for coming Mrs. Graham.” “Y/N please.” He smiled and nodded. We left his big mansion and sighed. “It would be amazing to live in a house that big, especially with the dogs.” Will said. “Yeah it would.” I say.

I looked at Will like he was crazy. “You think Hannibal is doing all of the killings?” I asked him. “Y/N/N he isn’t the copycat he’s the chesapeake ripper.” I couldn’t believe what my husband was saying. Why did he think that Hannibal was the Chesapeake ripper? “Will that’s crazy. I mean what evidence do you have to support that?” I asked. “Babe, I've seen him do it in my visions and he drugged me.” I wanted to laugh at the first part but in reality Will’s visions were spot on. “How do you know he drugged you?” I asked. “I remember everything now from that night I couldn’t.” I felt like I had to believe him but he sounded crazy. “Ok let’s just say he did and is the Chesapeake ripper. What are we gonna do about it?” He shrugged. “Tell Jack?” I laughed at him “Baby he is sucking Hannibal’s dick. He wouldn’t believe that.” He sighed. “Maybe you’re right.” He said.

I stood in shock as the cops arrested Will. My body was frozen and my mouth was wide open. I couldn’t move as they took him away from me. Why the fuck was Will getting arrested? He didn’t even do anything. “He murdered all those people Y/N.” Jack said. Yet I knew he didn’t even believe that. “Bullshit and you know it Jack.” I said, “All the evidence points to him.” He tells me. “Hannibal did the killings, Jack not my husband.” I say. “Was that something Will got in your head?” I rolled my eyes. I’d rather Hannibal be in prison than my husband. “He might not remember doing it either.” Will did sleepwalk but I was always there with him. “I wanna speak to my husband, Jack.” I say ignoring him.

“God I miss you so much, being in here is a nightmare.” He tells me. I smile at him and sigh. “And how do you think I feel?” I asked him. “Sleeping alone, Having to wake up alone, having to touch myself.” I whisper the last part and he groans. “Trust me babygirl when I get out of here you won’t ever have to do that again.” I was dripping at his words. “Can’t wait.” He smiles. “So did they find evidence on Hannibal?” He asked. “No. They don’t even believe he would do something like that.” I say. “Oh but I would?” “Will I know you didn’t and whether or not I believe you about Hannibal, I'd rather him be in here than you.” “Yeah me too.” I hated seeing him locked up like this. “Maybe he’d let us take care of his house for him.” I joke but I saw something in Will’s eyes change. He didn’t say anything but I felt the tension.

“Will, are you kidding me? You hired someone to kill Hannibal?” I asked him. “He’s the reason I’m in here.” “So that doesn’t mean you get to have him killed!” “I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day.” He tells me. “What did I say?” I said a lot of things to him the other day. “About his house.” My eyes widened a bit. I was joking about it and after I said it Will had a different look in his eyes. “Will that was a joke I don't think-” “But it’s genius.” He shifted on the seat a bit. “Think about it. With all the dogs we have and the room we need.” Maybe he was dark and maybe he did kill all those people. “How would we go about this?” I was very curious about his plan. “We’d play him Y/N. We’d be friend him, fuck him, make him think he has us under his wing.” “Fuck him? You’d fuck another man?” I asked. He chuckled. “If it meant we’d have that house. I deepthroat him.” He told me with a very serious look in his eyes. “Well you’d let me watch right?” I asked with my lip in a pout. He chuckled and nodded. “Of course baby.”

Once Will was out of jail the plan was in action. Hannibal Lector’s house would be ours. “So I was thinking about how we’d go about this even further.” He tells me. “We act like we are having trouble in our marriage.” I hated that he thought of that. “Babe there’s other ways to do this.” I say. “But he’d think we are vulnerable. And that’s what we need.” He says. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around with neck. “It’s gonna be so hard to act like that baby. It better be worth it.” I say. “It will be baby.” “Oh and I wanna make the last move in our plan.” He shrugged. “Of course baby. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He says.

I started seeing Hannibal days later. He agreed to be my psychiatrist after I told him that Will and I were having marriage problems. Will has been telling him that too. “He just doesn’t fuck me like he should anymore.” I say. “But he still fucks you?” I shrugged. “Barely. It’s all about him.” That wasn’t true, Will was a great lover. “I guess I just need to be fucked like I should be.” I made eye contact with him after. He clears his throat. “Are you implying something Mrs. Graham?” He asked. I stand up “Y/N and Do you think i’m implying something Hannibal?” I walk closer to him. “Well it appears to be that way.” I got on my knees in front of him. “What are you going to do about that doctor?” I asked. My hands take the notebook out of his hands and set it down. I undo his pants and pull his dick out. He was already hard. I started jerking him off and he groaned. I look up at him and smirk. He was breathing hard and his eyes were closed. Without warning I take him into my mouth and slowly take him to the back of my throat. His hands grabbed my head and forced me to take him deeper. I held back a gag as his dick was down my throat a little. He gasped out as I swallowed around him. He was twitching and his hips started moving. I could tell he was close. “Fuck i’m close.” He grunted and I went faster. Within seconds he was yelling out my name as his cum went straight down my throat. I swallowed all of it and pulled off him. After a few seconds he put himself back in his pants and adjusted himself. “Well that was something.” I smirked at him and stood up. “See ya next week Doctor.”

“So how was it?” Will asked me as I took off my shoes and greeted the dogs. “I sucked his dick.” I told him as I sat next to him. “How’d he taste?” I shrugged. “Like victory.” He laughed at my words and wrapped an arm around me. “Like in a few months that house will be ours.”

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #will graham #will graham x reader #hannibal imagine #will graham x you #will graham smut #hannibal smut

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iwritefandomimagines · 1 year

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OUR TURN — GRAHAM DUNNE

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→ pairing: graham dunne x reader

→ description: when camila brings little julia to the aurora album cover shoot and you’re reminded how great graham is with her, it sparks your broodiness to begin your own family.

→ warnings: none really. subtle sexual references & alcohol mentions

→ author’s note: was inspired to write this when i read this spencer reid fic by @talaok & then saw the above graham gif and realised this would work well (also on that note — please feel free to request criminal minds — esp spencer — fics as well as more djats. he’s still the loml and i’m back rewatching cm at the moment). go give the linked imagine a read, it’s so cute <3 and enjoy this!

“There she is!”

Camila sauntered towards you and Graham with a smile, little Julia resting on her hip as she moved windswept hair from her face.

Julia wriggled out of her mother’s grip, immediately darting towards her uncle, who stood beside you with arms open wide as she approached.

Graham scooped Julia up into his arms without hesitation, spinning her around as he sat her on his hip, “I missed you!”

You smiled as his eyes met yours and Julia sent you a toothy grin too, “Aunt Y/N has missed you too. Our favourite girl, hey?”

You nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead before her attention returned entirely to Graham again and you turned to talk to Camila.

“She’s getting so big now,” you observed, and Camila chuckled, “Tell me about it! She’s always asking to see you guys. If she had it her way, she’d be on tour with you guys. Worse, she’d live with you.”

“She’s always welcome to stay with us,” you grinned, “We love having her over when we’re not away.”

“There’ll be a slumber party at yours planned very soon then. Maybe we’ll both stay and we can get wine drunk while your husband keeps Jules occupied with play fights like that,” she gestured over to your husband with another stifled laugh.

You bit your lip, giggling as you both turned to watch Graham and Julia playing around.

He was always incredible with her — so attentive and gentle — and today you couldn’t help but be amazed by the extent of how well he took care of her.

You and Graham had been married for a year now, and had discussed kids many a time even before your nuptials.

But with everything going on with the rise of the band, you’d put this on the back burner for now in fear of bad timing.

But right in this moment you felt the broodiest you ever had as you watched your husband pull funny faces at his niece, faux fighting with sticks as she giggled away in his arms.

“Look at them,” you sing-songed, linking arms with your best friend as she carefully watched them too, “He’s amazing with kids, isn’t he?”

Camila’s eyes widened, but in more of a teasing manner than one of surprise, “Ooh, has someone got baby fever?”

She leaned in to your side excitedly, hiding her face briefly when Graham looked across at you both in confusion. You waved at him with a small smile, signalling for him to go back to his little game, and nudged Camila’s side.

“Maybe,” you blushed crimson, “Maybe, like, massively.”

Cami squealed, “Oh Y/N, you’re going to make such great parents!”

You shushed her, still burning red at the excited reaction, “Shh, I don’t want him to hear! I doubt he wants to have kids any time soon.”

Camila shook her head, “Are you kidding? He loves Jules, and he always talks about being excited for when you guys have kids. Besides, I’m surprised you haven’t accidentally gotten pregnant yet, knowing what you two are like!”

You scoffed, nudging her side again as you saw Graham place his niece back down on the sand and she ran back over to where you and her mother stood.

Graham slowly sauntered over too, still pulling faces at Julia who continued to watch him carefully as her mother scooped her back up to begin to take her over to her father.

You turned around and Graham came to stand behind you, arms slung around your waist and his chin resting atop your shoulder.

You tilted your head aside to kiss him softly, before the pair of you just watched the little family before you all continuing on as adorably as they always did.

“I can’t wait for our turn,” Graham pouted, his hand cascading across your stomach for a moment before he place both on your hips again and kissed your temple, “N-no rush or anything. But I can’t wait to start our family.”

Of course you’d discussed it many times, but never with any urgency on either of your parts.

Your heart swelled at his mention of starting to build your family, particularly given that you had just been discussing it yourself. Even though you’d discussed it so many times before… This felt real.

“Believe me, baby, I can’t wait either,” you laughed, “That’s what Cami was teasing me for. You’re so good with little Jules, I can’t wait ‘til it’s our little one I’m bringing to see their daddy kick ass on stage.”

Graham’s grip on you tightened, and you could practically feel the joy radiating from him at your reactions

He grinned, “Then what’re we waiting for, eh? We’re parked out of the way today… Nobody would see us.”

“You want to conceive our first baby in the back of our shitty car?” you scoffed, to which he shrugged.

“It doesn’t have to be in the back! Besides, it doesn’t matter where they’re conceived, they’re gonna be loved. And it’s not like we’ve never practiced in the back of it before.”

You turned around, pressing your hands to his chest with a laugh, “Cami said she’s surprised you haven’t already accidentally gotten me pregnant.”

He bit his lip to hold in laughter, scooping his hands around your waist and pulling you so close that your foreheads touched.

“Hey, I like to show my wife I love her, is that a crime?”

“Not at all,” you grinned, pecking his lips quickly, “But let’s wait til we get home today, yeah?”

His hands trailed up your sides to cup your face and kiss you again.

“As you wish, baby.”

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sorry this one was short but i didn’t want to drag it out unnecessarily, i wanted it a lil short and sweet !!! i hope you enjoyed <3

feel free to request more — currently accepting daisy jones and the six requests, bridgerton requests, scream (any character in any of the 6 films) requests and criminal minds ones !

in the meantime, here is my masterlist!

#graham dunne x you #graham dunne imagine #graham dunne #graham dunne x reader #djats #djats imagine #daisy jones imagines #daisy jones and the six

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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Melodies in the Shadows

Billy Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Hi, can you do one where the oc is the lead singer along with Billy and her feelings for him are totally platonic and about the music but his feelings for her are unrequited romantic? This prompt is stuck in my head lol. Thanks!

✧.* summary — The connection and fire between you and Billy onstage was undeniable, but when it starts messing with Billy's feelings things get difficult.

✧.* warnings — angst, unrequited romance.

✧.* word count — 5.5k

✧.* 🎤 — Billy's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Yes, I put Carrie Soto's character as her husband, I couldn't resist hahahaha. Good reading 🫶🏾

"Oh come on Y/N, you never agree to hang out with us." Karen says leaning over the keyboard, and you grimace trying to maintain your starting position.

Warren walks over to you, putting one of his arms around your shoulder. "Dale niña, not even on my birthday?"

You hold the smile, he was one of your favorites there. "Alright alright, but don't get used to it, huh."

Eddie opens a big smile upon his confirmation, Rojas jumps around you excitedly, Karen winks at you proudly and out of the corner of your eye you can see Billy smiling at you. You guys drive to the bar in Warren's van, he's babbling the whole way about the girl he's into and asking you lots of questions about what you thought of the situation, you do your best to help him but it's been so long since you've dated someone that you probably weren't very helpful.

As you step into the bar, you find yourself in a lively and bustling setting. The air is filled with the familiar aromas of alcohol and the chatter of patrons, creating a comfortable and inviting atmosphere. The lighting is warm and ambient, casting a soft glow that accentuates the cozy ambiance of the space.

The clientele reflects the diverse tapestry of the era, with individuals from all walks of life coming together to unwind and enjoy a night out. You see groups of friends huddled around tables, engaged in animated conversations and laughter. Couples share intimate moments, stealing glances and exchanging affectionate gestures. The bar is a place where people seek solace and connection, a respite from the demands of their daily lives.

Behind the bar, the staff exude a sense of professionalism and efficiency. Bartenders skillfully mix drinks, their movements fluid and precise. They engage in friendly banter with customers, effortlessly balancing their tasks while providing attentive service. The bar staff's commitment to their craft and the satisfaction of their patrons is evident in the way they navigate the space with confidence and expertise.

The music fills the air at just the right volume, setting the mood without overpowering conversations. The playlist features a mix of popular hits and timeless classics, catering to a wide range of tastes. The melodies create a backdrop of familiarity and comfort, evoking a sense of ease and enjoyment for those gathered.

Warren didn't take long, as soon as he arrived he went straight towards a waitress (probably the girl he kept talking about in the van) Eddie rolls his eyes and follows him, Karen takes Graham's hand and takes him to a place you decided not to look. So you had been alone with Billy Dunne, you never exchanged many words other than stuff about the album so an awkward silence settles over you

You decide to sit at the most secluded empty table, avoiding the curious gazes that were cast upon you as you were recognized. The older Dunne seemed to want to talk but didn't know how to start the conversation.

It had been a few months since he and Camila had decided to break up, and whether he wanted to or not, he felt a great absence of her and little Julia's presence at home. He still didn't know how to identify how his feelings were about all of this, he suffered a lot with the departure of his first love, but they weren't getting along and separating would be the best for their daughter.

During these months he had let a lot go on paper, writing several songs to express his frustrations and desires. You admired the way he knew how to express himself through the lyrics, you knew it wasn't easy sharing a piece of yourself with the world, making yourself vulnerable in front of several people, accessing those wounds that haven't fully healed yet, you've been there.

"How's little Jules doing?" You question, trying to break the awkward silence.

Billy takes a sip of his beer, mentally thanking you for taking the initiative in the conversation. "She 's great. Spending the week with her mom."

You take your first sip of the cold beer, the refreshing liquid soothing your parched throat. Sitting beside Billy, you feel a tinge of nervousness dissipating as you embark on this newfound closeness. The conversation flows effortlessly, and together, you explore the meanings behind your songs—stories and emotions you've never shared with anyone else. With each sip, your comfort grows, allowing you to reveal a vulnerable side of yourself.

As you take another sip, the beer dances on your tongue, further easing your inhibitions. You start sharing bits of your personal life—the place of your birth, cherished memories from your childhood, and even your first crush. Laughter fills the air as you exchange jokes and humorous anecdotes, forming a bond that deepens with every passing sip. The warmth in your heart matches the warmth of the bar, as you find solace in Billy's presence.

Sip after sip, the beer becomes a conduit for the growing connection between you and Billy. The alcohol begins to take hold, and you notice a shift in his demeanor as well. He starts confiding in you, sharing his own life stories and insecurities. His words spill forth, guided by the liquid courage flowing through his veins. You listen intently, holding space for him without judgment, offering advice and understanding. It's a moment of vulnerability and trust, as you both find comfort in this shared conversation.

The glasses clink and the sips continue, blurring the lines between sober and tipsy. You and Billy have created a sanctuary within the bar, a space where honesty and acceptance reign. The weight of your personal histories melds with the intoxicating allure of the night, forging a connection that transcends the boundaries of mere acquaintances. With each sip, you venture deeper into uncharted emotional territory, weaving a tapestry of understanding and friendship that is both intoxicating and liberating.

For Billy, the night at the bar was a revelation. As he watched you take the first sips of your beer, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He had long admired your talent and respected your professionalism, but he yearned for something more—a connection that transcended the confines of their shared band. He wanted to know who you were behind this professional structure, who was Y/N?

With every passing sip, he witnessed a transformation in you. As you opened up about the meanings behind your songs and shared personal anecdotes, he felt a growing sense of awe and admiration. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a side of you he had longed to discover. He marveled at your vulnerability, appreciating the trust you placed in him to hear your innermost thoughts.

But it wasn't just about you sharing your stories. It was the way you listened—the way you leaned in, your eyes fixed on him, your words comforting and devoid of judgment. As the conversation progressed, fueled by the sips of your beer, he found himself confiding in you, revealing parts of his life that he had kept hidden for so long.

With each sip, a weight was lifted from his shoulders. The alcohol acted as a gentle catalyst, emboldening him to speak his truth and confront his insecurities. And you, with your genuine understanding and empathy, created a space where he felt seen and accepted.

Billy hadn't experienced such genuine connection in a long time. The band had always been focused on the music, the performances, and the business side of things. Personal conversations were rare, and he often felt like an island adrift in a sea of acquaintances. But that night, in the warmth and intimacy of the bar, he realized he had found a kindred spirit in you.

Being heard and welcomed by you awakened a sense of belonging within Billy. It was a reminder that music wasn't the only language that could bridge the gap between two souls. In your presence, he felt a renewed sense of purpose and inspiration—a newfound energy that would infuse his artistry.

As the night wore on and the beers continued to be consumed, the shared conversation and connection solidified. The walls he had built around himself started to crumble, making way for authentic connections to be forged. And in you, he found a confidante and friend—one who embraced his vulnerabilities and nurtured his dreams.

Billy hoped that this newfound connection would extend beyond the boundaries of that one night. The sips of your beer had unveiled a door to a deeper connection, one that held the promise of more shared moments, more conversations, and perhaps even a love that blossomed in the most unexpected of places. And after a long time he felt butterflies in his stomach, that need to be close to someone. He knew that from now on he would be facing something unknown but it felt so good.

…

You wake up with a manifestation in your head, the pain was so intense that it felt like several monkeys were banging cymbals there. The hangover hit hard, and it took you a while to remember what the hell happened last night. The clock next to your bed indicated you were late, but knowing your bandmates probably none of them had woken up yet so you take your time to get ready.

When you park your car in Sound City the movement was calm, you question if in fact you had recording today, but when you notice Billy approaching you calm down. Your bandmate opens your car door and offers you a cigarette, you accept.

You smoke in silence for a while, until you decide to ask a question about last night. "So I bothered you a lot last night? I'm an insufferable drunk." You deeply inhale the cigarette.

"Not really, I enjoyed your company." Billy smiles, not taking his eyes off you.

You decide to face him but regret it when you see the intense way his gaze penetrates you. "Really? I didn't even do anything embarrassing... How boring."

Billy laughs at your comment, you are surprised to see him so loose in your presence. "Well, if Bowe is an embarrassing subject for you." He squirms and you immediately turn away at the name, Billy laughs.

"Oh please tell me I didn't talk about him..." You feel your body freezing, you didn't want to touch such personal matters.

"No big deal… just" He starts to say before quoting you. "The best sex I've ever had."

"Oh my fucking god." You hide your face in your hands, Billy takes his hand to your shoulder.

You step back a little, trying to take your space in a discreet way. "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

"You better not Billy Dunne." You laugh, taking another drag on your cigarette, taking your gaze back to the horizon."Alright, time to work." You put out your cigarette on your tongue, throwing it away before getting out of the car.

Billy watches you get out of the car, still shocked by the way you put out the legal narcotic, he feels his heart miss a beat.He frowns, a vain way of trying to push the thoughts away, and chases after you.

As you made your way towards the recording studio, a sense of apprehension filled your heart. While you cherished the camaraderie and professional dynamic you shared with the band, a part of you longed for something more. You were tired of keeping your personal life strictly professional, of holding back and shielding yourself from vulnerability.

Deep down, you yearned to let the band members into your life, to share more than just the stage. They had become an integral part of your world, and you wanted to invite them into the depths of your being. But the intensity that had grown between you and Billy frightened you, for it had the power to disrupt the delicate balance you had established.

The connection you shared with Billy was undeniable, and it stirred emotions within you that you had not anticipated. There was a magnetic pull, a yearning for deeper understanding, and it both thrilled and terrified you. You couldn't deny the electricity that crackled in the air whenever you were near each other, but you feared the consequences of letting it ignite into something more.

You were torn between the desire to break free from the constraints of professionalism and the fear of losing the stability and harmony within the band. The thought of exploring the uncharted territory of personal connection with Billy made your heart race, but it also made you question the potential risks and complications it could bring.

As you entered the recording studio, the weight of these conflicting emotions settled upon your shoulders. The longing to let the band members see the real you warred with the fear of opening Pandora's box. You knew that the intensity between you and Billy could either strengthen the bond you shared or shatter it into irreparable pieces.

And so, as you prepared to immerse yourself in the music once again, you made a conscious choice. You would remain committed to your professional persona, maintaining the boundaries that had kept the band strong. The temptation to let your guard down, to let the intensity between you and Billy take over, would have to be quelled.

Deep down, however, a flicker of hope remained. Perhaps, one day, when the timing was right and the stars aligned, you would find the courage to let the band into the depths of your heart. For now, though, you would continue to treasure the unique connection you shared on stage, nurturing it with every note, and keeping the flames of your personal desires at bay.

…

As the days turned into weeks and the band continued to create music together, you couldn't help but notice Billy's unwavering presence in your life. His friendship and professional dedication resonated deeply within you, even though you saw him purely as a friend and co-worker.

Every interaction with Billy held a special significance, each moment leaving an indelible mark on your heart. His unwavering support, his infectious laughter, and his genuine care for your well-being stirred a warmth within you that you cherished. He had become a trusted confidant, a pillar of strength amidst the chaos of the music industry.

But as time went on, you began to sense a subtle shift in Billy's demeanor. There was an undercurrent of something more, an unspoken depth that you couldn't quite pinpoint. His gaze lingered a little longer, his touch carried a gentle tenderness that sent shivers down your spine.

It became increasingly clear that Billy's feelings were evolving into something beyond friendship. You felt a twinge of guilt knowing that your own emotions didn't mirror his, that the connection you shared remained purely on a professional level. It pained you to think that you might unwittingly be leading him on, that your friendship might be giving him false hope.

…

The moon bathed the beach in a gentle radiance, casting a dreamlike glow on the sand. You and Billy found yourselves seated side by side, the rhythmic lullaby of the waves creating an atmosphere of calmness and intimacy.

As the conversation unfolded, Billy couldn't help but be captivated by your presence, his gaze filled with admiration and a growing affection. The unspoken connection between you whispered softly, yet you felt the weight of his emotions pressing against your heart.

With a hesitant smile, Billy broke the comfortable silence. "You know, Y/N, your voice is like a siren's call, enchanting everyone who hears it," he murmured, his voice tinged with sincerity.

You felt a warmth spread through your cheeks, a mix of pleasure and trepidation. Your eyes searched the shoreline, trying to find a way to steer the conversation away from the unspoken tension. "Thank you, Billy," you replied softly, your voice carrying a hint of restraint. "It's getting late, though. I should probably head home."

Billy's expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. He understood the subtle deflection in your response, the unspoken message that you wished to avoid discussing the depths of his feelings. Respecting your boundaries, he nodded, concealing his emotions behind a wistful smile.

"Of course, Y/N," he replied, his voice filled with understanding. "Take care on your way home."

As you stood up, brushing the sand off your clothes, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. You cherished the friendship you shared with Billy and dreaded the possibility of hurting him. The unspoken truth hung heavy in the air, a delicate dance of unrequited emotions that you wished to protect, even at the cost of your own happiness.

With a final glance toward Billy, you turned away, the sound of the waves providing solace as you walked into the night. The unspoken longing between you lingered, carried away by the sea breeze, leaving you to navigate the delicate balance of preserving your friendship while guarding against the depths of his affection.

…

As you observed Billy's interactions with you, his gestures filled with care and affection, you couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility. You questioned whether it was fair to allow him to nurture these feelings, to let them grow in a one-sided dance of emotions. The thought of inadvertently causing him pain made your heart ache.

Yet, despite your reservations, you found yourself cherishing the moments you spent with Billy even more. His presence became a source of comfort and solace, a safe haven where you could be yourself without fear of judgment. You admired his unwavering support and the way he celebrated your victories with genuine enthusiasm.

In the quiet moments when the band took a break, you caught glimpses of longing in Billy's eyes, a depth of emotion that mirrored your own but in a different context. You noticed the subtle apologies he made within his own heart, seeking solace in the knowledge that love could be both beautiful and painful.

You became acutely aware of the unrequited love that bloomed within Billy's heart. It weighed heavily on your conscience, as you questioned whether your friendship could ever be the same once his true feelings were revealed. You grappled with the complexities of unrequited affection, yearning for a way to preserve the bond you had while simultaneously alleviating the burden he carried.

And so, with a mix of compassion and hope, you navigated the delicate balance of friendship and unrequited love. You treasured the moments you shared, seeking to maintain the authenticity and trust that defined your connection. You hoped that one day, whether through a change of heart or a mutual understanding, the path you walked alongside Billy would find its harmony, even if it veered away from the realms of romantic love.

Until then, you remained committed to preserving the precious bond you shared, appreciating the unique friendship that had blossomed amidst the music. You vowed to navigate this delicate dance with grace and understanding, offering solace and support to the friend who held your heart, even if you couldn't return his affections in the same way.

…

As you step into the venue for the album release party, a wave of excitement washes over you. The record company has pulled out all the stops, creating a glamorous and vibrant atmosphere that envelopes the space. The room is adorned with sparkling lights, cascading down from the ceiling and casting a shimmering glow upon the crowd.

A soft haze of colorful smoke drifts through the air, adding an ethereal touch to the ambiance. The walls are adorned with larger-than-life posters of your band, showcasing the album cover and capturing the essence of your music. The sound of lively chatter mingles with the upbeat tunes playing in the background, creating an energetic buzz.

The venue itself is grand, with high ceilings and ornate decorations. Glittering chandeliers dangle overhead, casting a warm glow upon the dance floor where guests sway to the rhythm of the music. The space is filled with a diverse mix of people, from music industry professionals to passionate fans, all sharing in the anticipation of the album's release.

Colorful cocktail bars line the periphery, manned by skillful bartenders crafting signature drinks that add a touch of sophistication to the festivities. Servers weave through the crowd, offering trays of delectable hors d'oeuvres and bite-sized delicacies.

As your gaze sweeps across the room, you catch sight of familiar faces. Band members mingle with guests, exuding an air of excitement and pride. The collective energy is contagious, and you can't help but feel a swell of pride and gratitude for the journey that has led you all to this moment.

Your eyes meet Bowe's, your husband's, and a surge of warmth fills your heart. He stands by your side, his presence comforting and supportive. Bowe, always curious about the band and eager to finally meet them, takes in the surroundings with a mix of awe and genuine interest.

Bowe, your husband, is an intriguing blend of athleticism and charm. A professional tennis player, he carries himself with an effortless grace, much like the fluid movements he displays on the court. Tall and lean, his presence exudes a quiet confidence that draws people in.

You first met Bowe at a memorable soirée in Malibu, known as the famed Riva's party. It was a star-studded affair, filled with dazzling lights, pulsating music, and a guest list that read like a who's who of the entertainment industry. The air crackled with excitement, and the scent of salty ocean breeze mingled with the laughter of the crowd.

Bowe stood out amidst the sea of glamorous guests, his athletic frame and tousled hair making him resemble a god of sport emerging from the waves. There was an air of intrigue about him, a magnetic energy that captured your attention from across the room. Sparks flew as your eyes met, and a conversation sparked between you that felt effortless and natural.

Since that fateful night, you and Bowe have embarked on a journey together, creating a life built on mutual support and understanding. The passage of time has only deepened your connection, weaving threads of shared experiences, laughter, and unwavering devotion.

In the realm of professional tennis, Bowe has carved a name for himself, weaving his way through intense competitions and capturing the hearts of fans with his skillful play. Off the court, he carries himself with a quiet humility, his easy smile and genuine interest in others setting him apart.

Just like his powerful serve that leaves opponents in awe, Bowe possesses an innate ability to make you feel seen and cherished. His unwavering support for your musical pursuits is a testament to his belief in your talent and the strength of your bond.

As the two of you navigate the glimmering world of the album release party, his presence by your side brings a sense of calm and stability. Confusion and surprise mingle with a tinge of unease as you notice the curious glances exchanged between Billy and the man by your side. You become acutely aware of the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

Seeking some clarification, Billy turns to Warren, his brows furrowed in confusion. He leans in, his voice tinged with disbelief,

"Who 's that guy? Do you know him?" He whispers, not wanting to draw attention.

Warren, momentarily taken aback by the question, raises an eyebrow. He starts to laugh thinking that the older Dunne wasn't being serious, but when he notices that he was serious he closes his face, "What do you mean, Billy? That's Y/N's husband."

Billy's expression shifts from confusion to shock, his eyes widening as he struggles to process the revelation. The realization dawns on him, and he finds himself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. It's as if a veil has been lifted, exposing a truth he had been unaware of, and the impact ripples through his thoughts and feelings.

Billy's mind races as he isolates himself for a moment, his gaze fixated on you and Bowe engaged in conversation with the rest of the band. He tries to recall if you had ever mentioned this significant connection before, searching his memory for any missed cues or hints.

As he stands there, a flicker of recognition sparks in his mind. It's like a fragment of a forgotten puzzle piece slowly resurfacing. The memory of that night at the bar begins to take shape, where you had shared more intimate details about your life. And then it hits him—the words you had spoken, slightly slurred with the effects of alcohol, but undoubtedly impactful.

In a vivid flashback, he remembers the moment when the two of you were deep in conversation, the atmosphere charged with a mix of vulnerability and camaraderie. You had mentioned, almost in passing, that Bowe was the best sex you had ever had. The confession had hung in the air, a statement that had briefly captivated Billy's attention but didn't fully register at the time.

You drink the rest of your bottle in one gulp, smiling at him when you're done. "You know, Bowe is the best sex I've ever had, that's probably a big reason for this." You chuckle pointing to the ring on your hand.

Now, with the realization crashing over him, he starts to understand the significance of those words. The memory plays like a bittersweet melody, reminding him of the invisible thread that connects you to someone else—a thread that he unknowingly tugged on, unaware of the depth of your connection with Bowe.

A mix of emotions floods through Billy—a combination of surprise, longing, and a hint of self-doubt. The weight of the unrequited feelings he had developed for you presses upon his chest, and the knowledge that your connection with Bowe goes far deeper than he had initially perceived creates a sense of distance between you.

Billy finds himself lost in a sea of emotions, grappling with the newfound understanding and the realization that the boundaries he had inadvertently crossed were much more intricate than he had imagined. He wonders if he should confront you, ask for clarification, or if it's best to keep his own feelings tucked away, locked in a box marked "unattainable."

In that moment of solitude, he watches you and Bowe, observing the easy camaraderie between you and the genuine happiness that radiates from your interactions. The thought lingers in his mind—a constant reminder of the invisible wall that separates him from the love he yearns for.

With a heavy sigh, Billy musters a half-hearted smile, masking the turmoil within. He decides to keep his discovery to himself, silently acknowledging that some secrets are best left untouched. Resigned to the reality of the situation, he rejoins the group, knowing that he must navigate the complex dynamics of friendship and unrequited love with care, preserving the fragile balance between them all.

The party begins to wind down, and you notice Billy standing alone, his gaze fixed on Bowe, your husband. Concern fills your heart, and you decide to approach him, hoping to understand the mix of emotions that seem to have taken hold of him.

Taking a deep breath, you walk up to Billy and offer a warm smile. "Hey, Dunne. You seem a little lost in thought. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." He smiles weakly, avoiding looking directly at you. "I'm just thinking."

You can follow his gaze, he is looking directly at your husband and the rest of the band talking and laughing, you found yourself in a complicated situation that squeezed your heart.

He sighs rubbing his hands over his face in frustration, you can see tears welling up in his eyes. "I think I misunderstood a lot of things here." He gestures between you two.

A mixture of sadness and guilt washes over you, understanding the pain he's experiencing. You take a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey your thoughts while being careful not to shatter the bond you've built.

"I've been grappling with these feelings, Y/N," he continues, his voice a delicate whisper. "Feelings that go beyond our friendship. I've tried to suppress them, to pretend they don't exist, but seeing you with him, it's made me realize how deeply I care for you."

Your breath catches in your throat as you try to gauge the depth of his words, a sense of heaviness settling upon your shoulders. You instinctively lean in closer, eager to understand his perspective while being mindful of the fragile balance between friendship and unrequited love.

"I don't know what to say to make you feel better." You confess, grabbing the man's shoulder. "I never meant to hurt you... I hope you know that."

Billy nods, still staring at the horizon. He feels butterflies in his stomach at the touch of her hand on his shoulder. "I know." He assures in a whisper. "It's just... Fuck, I really fucking like you."

You remain silent, listening calmly and attentively. He continues, "I don't expect you to leave him for me, in fact I understand you. It's just that I've never felt anything so intense before."

"You and I have a great connection Billy." You tell him, not daring to meet his eyes. "We really work together and we have a perfect bond, and really don't want to lose that." You take in air, and let it out slowly. "I wish I could make it easier for both of us."

"I would never lose you princess." He says fondly, turning to look at you, you feel butterflies in your stomach from the tension."Believe me, nothing will change." He assures you.

"Thank you Billy." You open a grateful smile, and he smiles back. "Wanna join us?"

"Give me some time, I still need to get used to all this." He says playfully, offering you a cigarette. You take it and he lights it up for you.

"I'll leave you alone." You say getting up to leave. "Take care, huh. We have a tour to do."

As you rise to your feet, a mix of emotions swirls within you. The unspoken tension hangs in the air, leaving both of you uncertain about what lies ahead. Yet, there is a mutual understanding that the bond you share is too valuable to risk.

Billy takes a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it away, his eyes tracing your figure as you prepare to rejoin the celebration. "I'll be right behind you," he says softly, his voice filled with a blend of hope and apprehension.

With a bittersweet smile, you turn away, making your way back into the lively crowd. The music beckons, filling your ears with its rhythm, and you allow yourself to be swept up in the joyous atmosphere. The night continues, a crescendo of laughter, music, and celebration.

As the party reaches its peak, you steal glances in Billy's direction, catching glimpses of his familiar smile and the shared moments you've treasured over time. There is a sense of comfort in knowing that despite the complexity of emotions, your connection remains intact.

Days turn into weeks, and the band embarks on the highly anticipated tour, carrying the weight of their new album and the memories of that transformative night at the release party. As you stand on stage, pouring your heart into each performance, there is an unspoken understanding between you and Billy—an acknowledgment of the uncharted territory, yet a commitment to preserving the essence of what you've built together.

In the realm of music, where emotions intertwine and lyrics capture the human experience, you find solace and inspiration. The journey ahead is uncertain, but with each note played and each lyric sung, you navigate the uncharted waters, drawing strength from the bond that has defined your musical partnership.

And so, the story continues, with melodies echoing and hearts entwined, as you embark on a new chapter where friendship, love, and music intertwine in harmonious complexity. As the tour unfolds, you carry the memories of that intimate conversation, forever etched in the depths of your shared history—a testament to the power of connection, even in the face of unrequited love.

Together, you navigate the intricacies of friendship and passion, striving to strike a delicate balance, all while cherishing the music that brought you together in the first place. And as you take the stage night after night, the unspoken understanding between you and Billy permeates every song, weaving a tale of love, loss, and the beauty found within the complexities of the human heart.

The journey is far from over, and as you step into the spotlight once more, you find solace in the music, in the bond you share, and in the unwavering support that emanates from your bandmates and fans alike. In this realm of creativity and connection, you embrace the unknown, ready to face whatever melodies and harmonies lie ahead, guided by the power of friendship, and the undeniable magic of music.

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sempiternalmuze · 10 months

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Hey, love your work :) Maybe you could write something for Eddie along the lines of him having a crush on the reader, but thinking the reader and Graham are in a relationship bc they are so close, but the reader also has a huge crush on Eddie and they have some sort of fight or talk, where they realise they both have a crush on each other :)

Heartstrings

eddie roundtree/loving x f!reader

description: req!

word count: 1.4k

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a/n: yesyesyes! Thank you so much by the way, I try :,). I've never written something like this before, so give me a chance here. Some slight deviations from the story we know and love. Thank you for the prompt <3 sorry it took like 5 months to get it done!!

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Graham’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you against him as you lounged on the couch together, whispering like you usually did. You whispered something to him, making him laugh so loud that Eddie could hardly keep pretending to focus on the TV set. He rolled his eyes, readjusting himself on the love seat as he tried to drown out the laughter of you and Graham.

“You know, there’s rooms all over this house you two could go to if you need some time alone.” Warren laughed, teasing the two before sliding himself down next to Eddie, pushing his legs off.

Eddie couldn’t help but glare at him, rubbing at his temple. A few hours ago he had felt so good, so refreshed when you came walking through the door, bags in hand for a two week visit from upper Cali. Eddie had been home with Warren, watching some sitcom, bored out of his mind. When he saw you standing in the doorway he almost knocked you over by how quickly he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He sighed, pulling away enough to look you right in the eye.

You couldn’t help but look away in an attempt to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. You smiled, taking in the way his fingers pushed against you, the way he carried this glint in his eye that you swore he held only for you. “Could say the same for you.”

Warren entered the room with open arms asking where his hug was. You placed a hand on Eddie’s cheek before pulling away to give Warren a much more casual hug. You’d spend a few hours with the two, mostly answering questions asked about what you had been up to, if you’d been booked lately, how long you would be around. Then the Dunne brothers had arrived and Graham had all but scooped you off the couch, the two of you laughing and quick to fall into step in order to catch up on everything you’d missed while being away.

So now Eddie was stomping around the house like some big kid, making his annoyance known. And you picked up on it, watching from your peripheral as he paced around the kitchen, picking at the leftovers in the counter and cold beers in the fridge.

Graham leaned over to you, poking at your shoulder before whispering another joke into your ear that made you giggle.

“I’m going for a smoke.” Eddie muttered, slamming the fridge shut and walking out to the balcony. You bit your lip as he walked out, contemplating if you could go join him.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. Warren waltzed in and grabbed a box of cereal, pouring a bit into his hand and giving you a goofy smile.

“Hey, need help?” He pointed at the bottle in your hands which you handed to him gladly, glancing out the back door to Eddie who was leaning against the railing, the cigarette glowing a soft red against the low light.

“He’s had the biggest crush on you forever y’know?” Warren laughed, popping the lid of the bottle and returning back to his cereal.

You whipped your head around to look at Warren, eyes wide. “What?”

You asked, trying to figure out if you may have been hearing things. Warren was high, that's why he was eating cereal out of his hand and giggling like a mad man.

“Dude, you’ve never wondered why he always looks like a ray of sunshine everytime you come around? Or why is he the first one to get up and hug you like it’s the last time he’ll do it?” Warren shook his head, grinning. “That’s not just because he wants to.” Warren walked away, leaving you to consider what he told you.

One one hand, he was high, and giggly with or without the leaf. On the other hand, there was something about the way Eddie held you, the way he kept you near him even if some model or groupie had her arm slung around him.

Eddie looked back, quickly straightened up when he saw you coming through the door, smiling softly when you leaned against him. The two of you remained silent until you plucked the cigarette out of his hand, taking a hit of it before stomping it out under your foot.

“Those things will kill you, you know?” You asked, looking up at him. He smiled down at you and motioned towards the beer.

“You aren’t doing much better, how long do you think casting directors will let you get away with the drinking?” He teased, referring to the booked shoots you had told him and Warren about.

Your smile faltered a bit, something he was quick to pick up on. “What’s wrong love?”

“Oh Eddie,” you teared up but quickly wiped them away and bit your lip to try and deter the tears, “I haven’t gotten booked in months. My mom’s threatening to send my brothers to come get me, doesn’t want me to be up here anymore, not if I’m not working.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed as he hesitated to wrap his arms around you. You leaned against him, tears still rolling softly. His hands ran themselves against your hair, doing his best to comfort you. “Does Graham know?”

You nodded a yes. “It doesn’t matter. He thinks it would be good for me to see my family for a bit, and maybe stay there. I was never made for the California lifestyle like you guys.”

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. He pulled away from you, walking back towards the balcony. “Well that’s a shitty thing. Why would he encourage you to go back? Doesn’t he love you enough to try and keep you here, help you anyway he can?”

“You guys have so much going on with the band- I mean you’re on the brink of hitting it big, I don’t wanna be a bother either.”

“No.” Eddie walked back to you, gently taking your arms into his hands as he held you softly. “You could never be a bother okay? Not to me, never. I-” He hesitated, choosing his next words carefully. “I’d do anything to have you stay by my side. Anything.”

Your breath hitched. For a second you forgot that you and Eddie weren’t alone. You forgot that a few feet away your friends sat drinking and smoking and that the balcony wasn’t your own oasis to share with the boy you were sure you had loved since you were 16, the first time he performed on a stage that wasn’t set up in someone’s backyard and there had been something more than just a passion for the music.

“Eddie…I really like you.” You smiled, watching his face for any kind of reaction.

His eyebrows furrowed and he stepped back slightly. How could you say that? How could you admit that you had feelings when your boyfriend was sitting feet away from the two of you. “What about Graham?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed.

You follow suit, looking back at the house then back at Eddie. “Why do you keep asking about him?”

Eddie stayed silent, a blush rising to his face as he pushed his hair out of his face, looking out towards the city. “I thought the two of you were going steady.”

You stood there not really sure how to react. You wanted to laugh, ask him if that’s why he’d been so sour the minute the Dunne’s had arrived. But the more overwhelming sense in you wanted to grab him and kiss him, show him that you and Graham had never been anything but best friends and that he’d been the one you thought about late at night. Eddie was the one that you had dreams and hopes for, more so than the boys you’d known since birth.

And so you did. Before you even knew it you captured Eddie’s lips against your own, your hand resting gently against his cheek as his hands found their way against the small of your back. And he smiled. He smiled against your lips like he was the happiest man in the world. When you both pulled away you looked up at him but his eyes remained closed.

“What’s wrong?” “Just scared I’ll open them and it’ll be a dream.”

You laughed, hitting against his chest softly. “Why didn’t you say anything?” “Was worried about losing you.”

“Hey”, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He looked down at you, his arms finding their way around your body, like it was the most natural thing to him. “Not one person is more important to me than you.”

#sempiternalmuze #sempiternalmuze.txt #djats eddie #eddie loving x reader #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie roundtree #daisy jones and the 6 fic #djats imagine #djats fanfic #djats x reader

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lxstfuleclipse · 1 year

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HIIII can i request general luis hcs… sfw and nsfw if possible… i love him so much omg

【 luis sera headcanons 】

【 content warning!! gn!reader, flirting, kissing and mentions of, intimate touching + mutual pining, innuendos. choking mentions, and other nsfw stuff under the cut!! enjoy! 】

SFW HC.

You were Leon’s best friend along with being partners on the mission to rescue the president’s daughter: Ashley Graham.

Meeting Luis was.. an adventure, to say the least. You weren’t quite sure of his intentions at first nor what exactly his role was in everything, but he did have a way with words.

“Oh? I didn’t think an angel would come to my rescue. I must already be in heaven.” - The first thing to come out of his big mouth after you ripped off the tape, which also made Leon roll his eyes as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

Speaking of big mouth, he never shuts up about you. You’ve somehow captured his heart and wanted yours in return.

He loves to make you flustered, especially when he catches you off guard with his flirting. Not only does it feed his little ego, but he just loves how shy you get when you try to laugh it off and playfully shove him.

THAT. SMIRK. enough to make your stomach do cartwheels, and if he were to look you up and down WHILE SMIRKING?? instant puddle, you no longer have a physical body.

When you have the courage to start returning the favor, he’s SHOOK.

“How beautiful you are, amor. If we weren’t within the throes of danger, I’d make the night much more.. enjoyable.”

“Oh, really? Then you wouldn’t mind giving me a thorough demonstration right? Just a little taste then?”

LUIS.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING.

His jaw is on the floor, eyes wide, and heart POUNDING. You’ve done it, you’ve started the war.

There was one time where you watched him play around with that lighter, flicking it back and forth between his fingers. You’d see a small flame before he’d click it closed, repeating the process.

You never knew it, but he knew you were watching. That smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he chuckled.

“Like what you see, eh? I can do more with my hands than silly tricks, tesoro.”

“Oh, yeah? Would they make a good necklace?” You respond, a smirk on your face as you giggle, skipping down the trail as he stands absolutely SHOCKED.

He’s stuttering, cheeks hot as hell as he tries to laugh it off but he just can’t help but be more drawn to you now.

He loves it when you laugh at his jokes, or listen so closely to his outlandish stories. He just loves your attention and company, your smiles and laughter are his sweet reward.

He’s probably a stoner-

He’s such a gentleman too, like chivalry has NEVER died for this man. He opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, gives you flowers randomly, etc. He’s just BOYFRIEND.

“Ah, ah. Please, allow me.” He says, helping you get into or out of anything.

He likes keeping you close, it makes him feel happier when he knows you’re safe. His hand is always set low on your hip, or on your lower back.

He’s a morning person, ripping open curtains and laughing when you hiss from the sudden blast of light entering the room. But, when you’ve been really tired from long and exhausting missions, he makes you breakfast in bed and holds you while you both watch tv.

This man is a dancer, he can get DOWN. He’s the life of every party and the night always ends with him drunk off his ass that’s gonna result in the worst hangover in the morning.

I think Luis is a good singer. He hums random little tunes when he’s bored, but absolutely kills karaoke nights.

When you’re down, he always sings to you while you sit in his lap while he holds you so tight. Sometimes, he’ll pick you up and slow dance with you while he sings along to the record.

He loves cooking, he can throw down in the kitchen if he wanted to. You’re always the one to get first bite.

“How does it taste? Good? Perfect. .”

He definitely has his regrets, especially when it came to his involvement in Los Illuminados. He felt like a monster for so long, so many people either dying or succumbing to the parasites invading them. He wishes he could turn back time, but he can’t do anything but atone for his sins.

He’s so happy that you chose him. Every day, he shows you his gratitude and his love. He loves you more than the essence of life, and would do anything for you. You didn’t care for his past, just that you knew he was remorseful of what he’s done. That’s all you need to know that. . he still had a heart. A damn good one too.

NSFW HC.

He’s VOCAL. He always wants you to know how good you’re being for him. He’ll whimper, moan, groan, that man ain’t planning on closing that mouth. . unless you make him.

He loves to dominate you, but also doesn’t mind letting you take the lead.

He’s such a fucking sub when it’s your turn to be in control. He’s always begging for more of your touch, nothing is ever enough. Such a greedy little thing.

You know he’s really into it when he starts to trail in and out of Spanish. But, it makes you melt every time.

He’s a foreplay god, don’t play. He loves to tease, just to hear you start to lose your mind from it.

His hands on your waist, trailing up to gently grip your chest before slowly wrapping one hand around your throat as the other grips at your ass. All while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, a soft chuckle leaving him when he sees how quickly you fall into subspace.

“Such a desperate little thing, no? It’s cute how easily you give into me. How badly do you want me, bebé?”

Child, you’re in for a RIDE.

He loves it when you mark him. By morning, you’re both covered in hickies and bite marks. He loves to show them off, proud to be yours.

“Oh? These? Heh, you could say I’ve had.. a pretty rough night.” (emphasis on the rough, ya nasty)

He’s a KING at oral, he’s never left anyone unsatisfied and he’s upping his game just for you. He loves eating you out.

His hands gripping your thighs as he keeps your legs spread for him, slurping you up until you’re seeing stars from how good he’s been putting that big mouth to real good use. What drives you really crazy is when he reaches up to wrap his hand around your pretty little neck while drinking up every bit of you, not stopping until he’s had his fill.

Sit on his face and you’re never getting up. He pulls you down for a proper seat, sucking and licking away as he

Loves it when you pull his hair, he lets out the most unholiest of groans. He smirks at you before pressing you against the nearest surface and taking you again.

If you choke him back, he’s gonna become either a whimpering mess or he’ll take it as a challenge, smirking as he grinds his hips harder and deeper into you.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? I have just the remedy for that…”

He gives those soul- snatching kisses that’ll leave you weak in the knees. He loves leaving you eager for more. Every makeout sessions ends up with you both gasping for air, your lips aching but your body aches harder.

Not a big fan of the hardcore stuff, though he’s willing to try anything once. But, he’ll tie you up and spank you any day. Be a brat if you want to, you’ll find out the hard way.

He also adores just the slow and passionate nights where emotions are high, and all you want is to be together. Your bodies intertwined in a forbidden dance. His hands gripping your own above your head as he rolls his hips into yours, your sounds of pleasure fueling his passion for you.

His aftercare is so comforting. He always checks on you, making sure that he wasn’t being too hard on you or making you ache too bad. He always cleans you up so carefully, knowing how sensitive you are now. He smiles every time you gasp as the damp towel comes into contact with your aching core.

“Sensitive, mi amor? Don’t worry.. I’ll be gentle.” Is he trying to kill you? IS HE??

He holds you into his arms, giving you whatever you need. He tells you how good you were for him, how good you made him feel, and how deeply in love he is with you.

【 REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!! 】

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clickedbait · 7 months

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It was their first con as guests rather than attendees. They'd finally built up a reputation big enough to garner reason to be and to be seen. They had people coming to see them. It was insane! Spencer could hardly believe it, but he knew him and Graham had worked hard to get to this point. Their channel, Couch Critics, was taking off like never before after the latest releases of the Detective Dark movie. They nailed a review that boosted their channel by the thousands. Soon enough they were getting those fancy buttons from Youtube and a bit more revenue than they could've ever expected-- even if Vivien wasn't too happy about it. What a way to play it risky being interns at Supreme Studios, but then again... wasn't that why they'd been hired? The balls they had on them-- how charming. Either way? They were at this convention for themselves and meeting people who found their shit good. It was thrilling, it was invigorating, but even more.. it was surprising.

They'd never known what it was like to be admired this boldly, but they took it in stride that morning of the first day. Reenergizing at lunch and then diving right back into it. They ate it up, feeding whatever egos were growing exponentially in their heads. There were even a few pretty girls that wanted pictures with them, one even tossing Graham a wink at one point. It was unbelievable, otherworldly and something they were sure neither of them would ever get used to. However, the day just had more surprises for Spencer-- this one in the form of a thick southern accented woman with a chihuahua in a sling.

@whatscanon introduced herself as "Branda" and her dog as "Carol Anne", stating they were from Alabama and recently a fan of their things. She'd moved out to LA about two weeks prior to this, but put her packing aside to get the VIP treatment of seeing people she watched. It was a lot to dump on a short meet and greet, but something about that crooked shy grin and the way she kept anxiously petting her dog had Spencer hypnotized. He couldn't look away from the way she'd talk with her other hand and then bring it back to the dog, both rubbing the tiny animal's head. She was something else and that was exactly what Graham said as she walked away after standing between them for a photo op. And really all Spencer could let out was a quiet, "Yeah, she is..."

They'd gone to a party after the first day wrapped, a bands kind of only party. It was guests and VIPs, guests having access to somewhere more private and VIPs the main floor. Graham and Spencer stuck to the main floor, mingling with fans they'd met that day and new people they could network with. It was fun, it was good, and it was a dream come true. Until Graham got sick and was quick to excuse himself first to the bathroom then back to their room. He told Spencer to stay and talk more, build themselves up. So he did that, talking and laughing-- sipping his watered down VIP Party drink. Weak. But what did he care? He felt famous.

Spencer was deep in a conversation with a group of people when he heard that crooned voice ordering a drink somewhere behind him, an accent he'd only heard the once today but stuck with him. He looked over his shoulder to see Branda, dogless, but there. She was leaning into the bar, smiling wide at the bartender. He heard someone say his name and he muttered out, "Yeah, I'll be... right back." Then he was turning, body moving as if he were floating. He sidled up to the southern woman, smile stretching onto his face and heart suddenly jumping up his throat, "Hi--" his voice cracked immediately upon exit and he cleared his throat, lifting his free hand to cough into the side of a balled fist. He tried again, "I mean, hey." His voice was even, maybe a little lower but better, "Branda, right?" Maybe this was weird, maybe he shouldn't have approached. He continues, trying not to stumble through it, "I'm Spencer, you know that, but I wanted to introduce myself."

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King's Quest Fic: "The Fairy" (Goblin Graham, #12)

"Gwendolyn. What are you still doing in here? Didn't you hear the guards order everyone out? Can't you hear everything creaking?"

"Um - what? Sorry?"

"Something's wrong, cousin. The castle's shaking on its foundations. Has been since early morning. Something strange here, making it go unstable all of a sudden. You didn't notice? There's... Oh my stars. Gwendolyn! Did those bricks fall while you were in here?"

"Maybe? I didn't really notice. The mirror -"

"I know, I know, you were too busy watching the mirror. I mean, look! It's taken out a quarter of the ceiling? What would you have done if it had collapsed on your head? Look, we'll take the mirror with us, but we've got to get out! Did you even hear me?"

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Perhaps it was the rich overground air, or the long hours spent escaping, or maybe the cold was more comfortable these days. Graham drifted off as easily as any sleeper could wish. As he blinked away his last moments of consciousness, he felt vaguely that he ought to toss and turn now that he’d been told of Manny and the goblins’ siege of the castle. Insomnia felt more responsible. But exhaustion smoothed his fears away before he could wake himself to make a plan. Three quarters asleep, he snuggled deep into his cloak between the roots of a burly yew.

Mid-dream, something roused him. He rolled onto his right side, meaning to squint at the bedside clock in the castle’s royal chamber. Instead, he found himself eye to eye with a face, glowing blue as midwinter stars. The face giggled.

Untangling himself from the cloak, Graham yelped and scrambled to sit up, back against the tree.

The person before him was close to his own goblin size, and knelt to one side of him with a starry-eyed smile. Unnaturally lithe and dainty-featured she looked, just as he had always heard wood sprites described. He could not see much of her wings, but they appeared to be coolly golden and folded neatly behind her shoulders. Tittering musically, the fairy tapped the end of his nose with one shining finger, sending specks of light he could only just make out skittering over his skin. “Well, aren’t you the wee little goblin man! How precious!”

Half awake and wholly thunderstruck, Graham could not choke a single word from his throat.

She took hold of his long ears. They twitched away reflexively, despite her gentleness. She laughed in gleeful surprise. “Awww! Did I make you flinch? I’ll be careful. You’ve got such big, swoopy, droopy ears, haven’t you? Yes you have, yes you have,” she crooned, reaching again to stroke them.

“Who are you?” whispered Graham, but his voice was even hoarser with sleep, almost nothing like speech. She did not seem to notice.

“A sleeeepy goblin, a tuckered out little goblin,” she went on, fondly rumpling his hair. Her hands were kind, but cool to the touch, even to his strange skin. And though it was hard to tell what she was doing, it appeared that every time she made contact, her hands glowed the brighter, just for a moment. “Oh, your pupils are so big right now! Great big eyes to see in the dark. What are you doing up here in the forest? A bit lost? Or were you just too dozy to crawl downstairs to your home? Are you a tiny bit scared?” she asked as Graham made another attempt to speak up. “Don’t be frightened, little friend. I know something that might make you happy.” She spread her luminous golden wings wide, and flapped them so that gleaming dust dropped in their wake. Her grin grew broader. “See that? I’m a fairy! Yes, you know all about us, don’t you? From your games?”

Graham straightened up where he sat, and cleared his throat pointedly. “For your information -”

Enraptured, she paid no heed. “Just look at you, though.Your little tummy, and your nubby little fangs, and those little pink… freckles…” A suspicious look flashed across her face. She poked an interrogative finger at his chin and cheekbones, considerably less gently. “Not freckles,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes. “You, good sir, have holes in your skin. Or growths, maybe. That’s human flesh, that is.” She sounded positively disgusted. “Or possibly mould. Comes to much the same thing.”

He had never demanded this of anyone, but enough was enough. “You,” said Graham firmly, “will call me ‘Your Majesty.’”

The fairy leaned back, looking him over from tuft to toe. She still smiled, but her merriment had changed to mockery. “‘Your majesty,’ eh?” she drawled. “A little king, eh? Look here. I happen to know the goblin king, and you ain’t him, sugarplum.”

“I’ve met him too,” said Graham with dignity, squaring his narrow shoulders. “I am the King of Daventry.”

A flicker of doubt passed over her, but she regained herself a moment later. “I don’t keep up much with politics, but even I know the king of Daventry is your standard, garden-variety human. Now, you,” she leaned in again and began connecting the dots on his face with her finger, “are just a goblin with human pimples. Ugh! They’re warm!”

He brushed her arm aside, frowning. “Look, I don’t particularly care if you believe me,” he said, mind whirring, “but if you don’t quit touching my face…” What could he say? “… you’re gonna be going home with spots yourself.”

The fairy recoiled, and turned from blue to something slightly closer to violet. “It’s catching?” she shrieked.

“Like a fishing line,” said Graham brightly. “Take the warning where I didn’t.”

The fairy backed off further and rubbed her hands off her sides, but there still seemed something unconvinced in her. “You’re very well-spoken for a goblin,” she said slowly. “Why did you say you’re the King of Daventry?”

“Because I am. I’m under a spell of sorts.”

“A spell. Oho.” She stroked her chin. “Well, that’s easier to check up on, isn’t it? All right, cupcake, on your feet.”

“Oh, but my -”

Graham’s body parted ways with the forest floor. He rose three feet into the air, and tilted into a standing position despite himself. His dark hair billowed out as though he were underwater. Even his clothing did not drape in the ordinary way. His green wrists stuck out of his sleeve cuffs without the fabric touching them. His satin-trimmed cloak followed his trajectory up into the air, and then wandered gently and randomly like cream on a hot drink. “Hey!” he cried, throwing himself forward, hoping he could dive back to the ground. But he only found himself turning the slowest of slow-motion somersaults in the air. Head over heels he spun, groping for anything solid, but the fairy had lifted him into the middle of the clearing. Nothing met his grasp.

As he turned right way up, he came face to face with the fairy. She tapped his nose again, with just enough force that he lost momentum and didn’t fall into another somersault. “You know you go cross-eyed when I boop your nose?” She crossed her own eyes exaggeratedly. “Adorbs.”

He had no intention of using his claws on her, but this couldn’t go on. He glared and held up a warning finger. “I’m gonna have to ask you to put me down right this second, or this is going to be a diplomatic incident under Daventry Decree 90983.”

“Yes, yes, that sounds fun. But now, let’s have a better look at you.” She twirled her finger playfully.

A mellow warmth kindled in Graham’s core, kind as hot soup and a blanket when you’ve just come in from the cold. It fanned out through him to the tips of his overlong toes and gnarled, spindly fingers. His eyes widened in shock, and he gasped. Gentle as fog melting off a window, his claws flattened and pulled back into themselves, and his fingertips softened into tender pink skin.

The forest quieted. His vision dimmed, and the luminescent greens and purples of the night faded into a largely detail-less darkness.

Then he found himself laughing giddily as he changed and changed. He could hardly see a thing, but oh stars, could he feel it! He threw out his arms above his head as though he had just woken up, and stretched. Never had it felt so rewarding, for his arms actually stretched along with him. He could feel his spine and legs doing the same as that warmth spread through every inch of him. Meanwhile, his hands and bare feet shrank, growing less supple but so wonderfully familiar. And yet, remarkable in their unfamiliarity too. He flexed his goblin hand, and then his human hand, which hadn’t deserved that name in so long, marvelling at how new the sensation of closing his own fingers felt after only a few weeks. It all seemed so much more real than anything had since his transformation began. There was a clarity and quickness in his head that made him wonder how much his mind had been damped till now.

And his face, his face which he hardly ever dared touch, thawed into its true self. He ran his fine fingers over his great big nose, his cheeks, his eyelashes. He knew every line. His fingers came away from his eyes wet with tears. He couldn’t help but smile through them, a smile full of the greatest gratitude he had known in his life. “Thank you,” he murmured, turning to the fairy, hardly able to see her through the mist in his eyes. “Thank you!”

His real voice.

She nodded, smiling wryly. “Well, I guess you are human.” Casually, she snapped her fingers.

Almost instantly, Graham’s whole body reverted. His arms and legs snapped back like stretchy putty released, and he lost half his height. His skin shuddered, rippling and goosebumping. The sensation was something like plunging into a freezing pool through a layer of algae. The warmth inside him extinguished. Then green, and claws, and long, floppy ears flattening against his neck. He plopped to the ground, landing gracelessly on his bottom.

He hardly processed the jolt his ankle took when he made impact, or the forest’s restored brightness. She had turned him back. Back into a goblin. “What?” he growled, rounding on her and shaking with sudden fury. “Didn’t you see? Couldn’t you tell? I wanted to be myself again! I thought you were helping me!”

“Aww,” the fairy jeered, crouching down to the ground with him and tilting her head to one side. “Are we having a tantrum? Is that the king or the goblin side coming out, I wonder?”

“Turn me back,” he said sternly, stumbling to his feet. “I need to be human. My kingdom’s under attack as we speak. They need me.”

She rose and patted his cheek. Her touch only made him aware that his skin had curdled again. “Take it from me,” she said. “As a human, you’re not much to write home about. Better stick with the twitchy ears, little guy. You’re cute as a button.”

With a surge of ferocity, Graham snarled and shoved her backward. She squeaked and tripped over her own feet into a tall patch of bracken. He started forward angrily, unsure of anything but that he would make her understand the gravity of his situation. But with its customary unfortunate timing, his ankle buckled, and he sank to one knee, wincing and sucking his teeth to keep from snarling further. The voice of reason surfaced. Keep your head. Don’t give in to that side. Anything but that.

The fairy sat up and stared, her jaw hanging open. “Oh. Oh. Did I do that?” There was a long pause as they pulled themselves together. Then the first note of sympathy since her realization that he was human entered her voice. “I see you have a bad foot. Do you… do you want me to put you back up in the air a while longer?” “I’m fine. I’ll just sit down,” said Graham, leveling his voice and grabbing at a branch to support himself. He nearly pitched over. It was a flimsy evergreen, and it wobbled in his hand.

The fairy chewed her lip uncomfortably, and her hands glowed again, though he hadn’t seen her touch anything. “Okay.”

In a moment, he was steady again. The same unseen power carried his legs out from under him. “None of that now!” he shouted, but he need not have worried. The magic set him down carefully in a seated position, propped up against a generous oak, and his foot elevated on a mossy stone.

She settled herself on the farthest side of the clearing from him, folding her hands in her lap. “I don’t like seeing a little goblin hurting,” she mumbled, hanging her head and sounding a bit ashamed. “Even if they’re actually a human king.” She spoke more slowly. “I won’t touch your foot if you don’t want me to, but I’d like to make this better, if you’ll let me. I mean, not magically. But I could find food, or a change of bandages, or something.”

Graham took a deep breath, and pushed away the sneering, angry remarks he could have made. “I… am grateful you want to help me,” he said carefully. “But you would help me and my people a lot more if you worried less about my foot and more about the spell I’m under. You’ve already shown me it’s easy for you to break it. So…”

Yet again, she interrupted him, twiddling her thumbs and shaking her head with a doleful smile. “I think you’ve jumped to conclusions here, um… What’s your name?”

“Graham.”

“Graham. Mine’s Orri. Yeah. So, I didn’t break any spell just now. I just took a quick peek at your real form. It’s a pretty basic magical maneuver, and it doesn’t actually change anything.”

“Well, it certainly felt real,” Graham said, rubbing his ears.

“I guess it would. But it would have undone itself in a few seconds anyway. It’s just a peeling back of the magic for a moment to get a glimpse. It’s not a transformation.” Orri looked up and met his gaze with a disheartened shrug. “I couldn’t turn you into a human if I wanted to - not without a wish, and those are, um, pretty serious.”

“A wish?” Graham stiffened, and he stared at her fixedly. “You mean you could grant a wish?”

Orri heaved a sigh that was more sincere than anything she had said thus far. “Full truth here for a second? I’ve never done wishes before, exactly. Humans aren’t really my thing, if you couldn’t guess. I mean, technically I could probably do it. But it’s messy. Messy for you, messy for me. And give me another ten minutes and I won’t feel so bad about hurting your foot, and I’ll just be mad at you again for not being a real goblin.”

Something crinkled in the corner of her eye. A new light came over her features, literally, and traveled all the way to the ends of her hair. “I mean, I suppose I could make you into a real goblin. That’s loads easier than going the other way ‘round, and it wouldn’t take a wish!” Orri's enthusiasm grew with every word. She practically bounced up and down where she sat.“Oh man. Oh man, I could totally handle that! We’ll just sand down your mind a bit, make a few simplifications …”

“Oh, no, no! That won’t be necessary,” stammered Graham. He forced himself to stay calm, trying to pull her back to her more collected state. “Er, ouch, my foot, my poor foot!”

But Orri was back in full swing, already leaping into his personal space again. “Oh Graham, that would solve everything! Just a few tweaks in that little head of yours, and no more sad king. Your mother taught you all your nursery rhymes and fairy tales when you were a boy, I hope?”

“M-my sister, actually, but that’s -”

“Then you’re ready! You’d be so happy. I mean, you could still be a little grumpypants if you wanted to. It’s not like they don’t get mad sometimes. But most of the time, they just act out stories, and make costumes and stuff. Not a care in the world.” Her fingers began to glow an intense white, and she wiggled them playfully in his direction. “Why don’t you just give me your hands, and I can - ”

In spite of his resolve to stay even-keeled, Graham started crawling backwards, crab style, trying to put the oak between himself and Orri. “Oh, I’m sure being a goblin is a real barrel of laughs, but um, I can probably help my kingdom better with my mind intact. So let’s just reroute and-”

He cried out as she leapt, making a deft grab for his hand. Even before they made contact he could feel power surging from her fingertips like static, connecting with his. Something vital in him wanted to grab hold of her hand and draw that energy in. But he wrenched himself away in a side roll, panting nervously as he came to a halt lying on his front. He tucked his hands under his stomach as she fluttered down beside him, the blue-white of her skin more intense than the fullest moon. Again, the instinct to use his claws came, but not only would that set him further down the goblinification track, probably, it would only give her access to his hands.

She clicked her tongue consolingly. “You know, little friend, your mind’s already changing to match your body. I took a peek at what you really are, remember? You don’t have a duty anymore. That’s for humans. You couldn’t help your kingdom for much longer, anyway. Just give me your hands now. It’s just the human side of you being stubborn.” She prodded his side with her foot.

Graham swallowed and dug his fingertips into the patch of soft earth beneath him. “But if I can help them even for a bit, I’ve got to go for it. You said you technically could grant wishes. Can’t we try that first? Nothing to lose, right?” This felt utterly ridiculous, to fight a fairy by lying flat on the ground. But what choice did he have? To this overenthusiastic sprite, he was more or less just a cuddly puppy who was going to the vet’s, whatever he might think about the matter. What would he do if she flew him up in the air again, and he couldn’t hide his hands anymore? Play the world’s highest stakes game of ninja slap until she caught him?

Orri hunched over, and whispered in his enormous ear. “Graham, I don’t have ideas I can be proud of very often,” she said, almost confidingly. “Just let me have this.” Then she seized his ear, and twisted it where it attached to his head.

“Augh!” It was more than he could stand. He didn’t have much understanding of goblin biology, but he did know that twist was about ten times more painful than he would have expected. Before he could think, he pawed wildly to yank his ear out of her reach, to pry her fingers free.

Her hand clasped his. She didn’t seem to care about the claws. She just held on tight, and twined her fingers through his. He felt the magic lock on to him.

Graham’s thoughts windchimed off each other, too fleeting to follow. His head grew light. She pulled him to his feet. The ground seemed to shake underfoot, but all that felt faraway. Everything outside himself was irrelevant, because it felt like his mind was turning inside out. Something surfaced in his head. Something dauntingly clever and complicated and warm and royal red, and everything in him knew it didn’t belong here in his head. He had to get rid of it now before it could struggle. But it hung on awfully hard as he tried to reject it. But here was something else, edging it out, filling his mind. Yes. Something. Pushing it out for him. Something… good. Something yes. Yes, yes. Something something something rum-tee-tum-tee-tum, yes yes yes. Oho, filling up the corners. Hehehehehehehehe! Yes yes yes!

And then ow! Ow! Hand gone. No more hand! No more yes! Rage! Not fair! Ow! Whack you! Whack you! Someone grabbing. Someone pulling him away. No more magic. Turning it all outside in again. Everything spilling over again. Maybe a touch of nausea - in his mind? If that made sense? Nothing made sense, but it was coming back. His feet weren’t touching the ground, but neither was he floating this time. There were huge, pudgy arms lifting him up. No, not arms. Gigantic fingers.

Clarity shot through him. Olfie had him in his careful grasp, and the forest clearing below was a good twenty feet beneath him. Even with dark vision, Graham couldn’t see Orri anywhere. He craned his head back to look up at the bridge troll’s honest, hideous face. “Olfie!” he cried, overwhelmed with relief. “Oh, Olfie!” Olfie smiled, not without concern, lifting him up to look at him straight on. “You okay, King Goosie? Saw you were havin’ some fairy trouble down there. Did she try something?”

“No, I’m good.” Graham said, his chest still tense with stress but trying to let it go. His head bobbled on his neck and the world swam a bit, but fixing his eyes on Olfie’s face gave him a point of reference to stabilize from. “I think you didn’t arrive a moment too soon, though! Is she - did you see where she went?”

“Disappeared as soon as I got a hold on you.”

“Praise the consultations.” Graham muttered as Olfie propped him up in his palm. “I mean the consolati- no, the constellations. Sorry. She tried to mess with my head, and I might still be coming back from it.”

Olfie nodded, about as sagely as a troll could. “Gotta watch out for them. Always pulling tricks. One time they got Pillare thinking she was croissant, and you don’t want to hear how that went down at the meeting. Glad it’s all okay for you. So, I went and got them like you said. You ready for this?”

Graham tried to collect his disoriented thoughts. “You went and got who, now?”

“You told me to get them,” said Olfie. And before Graham could ask any further questions, the troll brought his two hands together - the palm where Graham leaned against his fingers, and the other - where to Graham’s astonishment, sat two of his royal guards, cross-legged in full uniform. Numbers One and Two.

Number One gasped.

#Tune in next week when Graham meets a walrus #So - in this version Graham is not running off like a coward. He's buckling down to be the leader Daventry needs now even if #it's an emotional ordeal for him and everyone involved. Prior to this scene he asked Olfie to gather a few people for him and bring them #to meet with him in the nearby woods - outside the anti-goblin shield that's keeping him from entering the castle and town.#Scrapping that other scene helped me plough forward and re-imagine! I may have to change a few details retrospectively #I'll edit the old chapters at some point but in the meantime I'll give you the heads up on any necessary retcons in the notes.#(price of posting as I go but I KNOW I would never have persevered with any of this if I tried to write the full fic in isolation.)#I might have had too much fun with this scene. It's been in the back of my head (though in a different form) for ages.#This is the reason I tried to drop so many mentions of fairies and wishes in Rippling Consequences scenes - Stargazers is the main #example. Now all my wonky foreshadowing is too old to be remembered but I did TRY to set this up not to come out of nowhere.#Goofy half-planned fic that got re-planned partway through that it is...#king's quest #king graham #rippling consequences #goblin graham #my writing

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new girl in town

-warren rojas x fem!oc

-summary: rosie was fairly new to the band. she sang backing vocals behind daisy and billy’s voices in most of their songs. she had never really expressed her voice to anyone before, but now it’s out to the whole world. but, you know what wasn’t a secret? warren’s attraction towards rosie.

warning: alcohol and drug use, adult language

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“Oi Rose! Pass me that beer would’ ya?” Rang Eddie’s voice throughout the back garden of Camila and Billy’s new home they had just bought. The band was starting to get big now and they were starting to earn a fair amount of money ever since Billy saw Teddy Price at that convenience store.

Rosie was invited to join the band when Karen and Graham heard her playing in some bar down the road from Teddy’s studio. To say the least, they were extremely impressed.

Rosie sent Eddie a wide smile as she grabbed a beer from the cooler and passed him it, “There you go Eds”

Eddie and Rosie knew each other when they were very little kids, although they stopped talking just after they turned 10 as they had to go to different schools and now they were reunited.

Eddie was flirting with some girl Camila had invited to the party, one of her childhood friends or something. He looked like he was having the best time of his life as he laughed his head off. Rosie began to speak to Eddie, “Don’t get too drunk!”

He sent her a nod and a laugh before walking off with a girl who had her arm linked loosely around his.

Rosie smiled with the thought of her friend finding someone to fill his life, but that was soon replaced when she felt a pair of strong, cold hands attach to her shoulders which sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up to be met with those bright brown eyes which always held happiness behind them. His wide smile caused a small smile to form on Rosie’s face.

“Are you not cold?” Warren’s hands lightly rubbed up and down Rosie’s arms. Before Rosie could even reply, Warren placed his denim jacket atop her small shoulders and sat down beside her.

“Thank you.” She replied.

“Don’t worry about it, pretty girl.” Warren sent Rosie a wink and placed his arm over the side of the sofa which laid just behind Rosie’s head, “Why are you sat out here all alone?”

“Well, I was talking to Eddie but he went off with some girl, but I don’t mind.” Rosie sent Warren a wide smile as he looked down at her in admiration.

Warren reached down just by the side of him to grab her a beer, “Beer?”

Rosie nodded lightly and took the beer from Warren’s hands with a thankful grin.

He began to twirl her thick, blonde hair through his fingers which erupted butterflies through her stomach but also calmed her nerves. The two of them just sat there for a few minutes as the loud 70’s music engulfed their ears, the faint conversations heard between different groups, the smell of alcohol and drugs. But they just sat there and cherished each other’s company.

Well, that was until Camila walked over, “Hey Rosie, could I talk to you?”

Rosie looked to Warren who sent her a quick nod, so Camila grabbed Rosie’s hand quickly and pulled her to the least busiest spot of her home, the kitchen. Rosie stared at Camila curiously waiting for her to say something.

“What’s up, Camila?” Rosie asked.

“What the hell is going on with you and Warren?”

“What do you mean?”

Camila laughed lightly to herself as if she thought Rosie was joking, “Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way Warren looks at you and the way you look at him? You were practically snuggling on my sofa!”

Rosie hesitated. She wasn’t sure what to say because she did like Warren but was it too soon? “I-I don’t know..”

“Do you like him?” Camila questioned.

“No, of course not! Do you think I’m stupid? I only met a few weeks ago!”

“You know what they say! Love at first sight,” Camila smirked at Rosie knowingly.

Rosie rolled her eyes jokingly, “Cami! I don’t love him and you know that”

She wiggled her eyebrows, “Do I?”

“Oh my gosh.” Rosie brung a hand up to her forehead in exasperation. She loved Camila, she really did, but she could be very pushing sometimes but Rosie always knew it was for the best because, in reality, Rosie did like Warren and it would only be a matter of time until Cami played the matchmaker and got them together.

“Just give it a try, you might not feel it, but I know what love looks like and that’s it.”

Just as Camila said that, Billy walked up behind her with little baby Jules with her eyes wide open as she laughed in Billy’s arms.

Cami’s lips turned upwards into a large grin as she took Julia off Billy and took her in her own arms, “Oh hi my beautiful girl.”

Camila rocked Julia lightly in her arms, whilst cooing at her, “Wanna hold her?”

Rosie nodded with a small smile on her face, “Oh hello, princess”

Rosie rocked her back and forth and booped her nose a few times before passing her back to Camila who then went out of the kitchen to join everyone else in the party.

Rosie walked out of the kitchen and into the homely living room and she heard everyone singing. Her eyes landed on Warren who stood at the front with a large smile on his face as he sang. Rosie lent on the archway in the home as she just looked at Warren and didn’t take her eyes off him. He was such a beautiful man and even she admitted she didn’t cherish it enough. But she knew, that from now on, she would.

After everyone had finished singing the song, they all erupted into conversation. Eddie, Graham, Karen and Warren were all talking together in a small group near the door to the outside. Rosie walked over slowly to the group and as soon as she got there, she was bombarded with a massive hug from Karen.

“My beautiful Rose!” Karen squealed, “I haven’t seen you all night!”

Rosie laughed lightly and gave Karen a big hug back. Karen returned back to her original spot in the group and Warren took his chance to hover his free hand only a few centimetres away from the small of Rosie’s back.

“The song was great guys.” Rosie announced and they all smiled at her and replied with many ‘Thank you’s’. But there was one comment which caught her a little off guard and of course, it was Warren who had said it.

Warren smirked as he tucked Rosie’s blonde hair behind her ear and whispered into it, “It would have been much better with you, sweets.”

That single comment nearly sent Rosie into a full-on cardiac arrest. The blood rushed to her cheeks and her face became extremely flushed which was most likely visible.

Graham, in the midst of conversation with Karen and Eddie, saw Rosie’s face, “Rosie, you okay?”

Rosie was still a little shocked from Warren’s comment and her head flicked up to see Graham, “Y-yeah! Totally fine! I’m just gonna go to the toilet.”

Warren smirked, “I’ll come with you.”

Eddie’s face was filled with confusion, “Why do you need to take her to the toilet, dude?”

“You know, man, so she doesn’t get, like, attacked or whatever.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and finished off his conversation.

Warren led Rosie to the most secluded area of Camila and Billy’s garden. Warren sat down and pulled Rosie softly so she sat on the edge of his lap but she immediately stood up. She didn’t want to act like a couple when they weren’t even a couple, it didn’t make sense in her mind, so she was going to get answers.

“What are we?” Rosie quickly asked.

Warren was confused, “What?”

“What is going on, between us?”

Warren sighed and lifted his head up from the floor to stare directly into her beautiful blue eyes, “Truthfully?”

Rosie nodded with a small smile on her face.

Warren laughed lightly to himself as he pushed himself up off the chair and he slowly began to walk towards Rosie, “Well, Rose, you’re the most cool singer I know and you’re pretty damn talented.”

“What are you saying?” Rosie asked.

“I’m saying I like you, Rosie Paige Smith. And I’d like to give us a try.” Warren was now standing right in front of Rosie as he softly tucked a strands of her blonde hair behind her ear and he held a longing gaze with her.

Rosie looked into his beautiful brown eyes. They held so much in them; happiness, joy, excitement, but most of all, love.

Rosie placed her petite had on the side of his neck and stroked her thumb along his jawline as she leaned up to join their soft lips together. They connected like two sparks meeting in a wire.

The kiss was sensual and soft and full of longing between the pair. After the kiss their foreheads joined together softly in the middle of the small garden and they both went back to sit down.

This time, Warren did pull Rosie into his lap and she didn’t hesitate, but she sat on his lap and rested her head on his shoulder as he looked down at her with love in his eyes.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, Rosie decided to speak up, “I’m willing to give us a try too, Warren Rojas.”

He smiled and kissed the side of her temple softly. Rosie lifted her head from his shoulder with a confused look on her face, “What do we tell the others? I’m willing to tell them if you are.”

Warren laughed, “I don’t think I could ever keep you a a secret, pretty girl.”

Rosie laughed and wrapped her small arms around his neck and took in his beautiful scent that was his. He may have smelt of drugs but whatever was his, Rosie loved.

Warren grabbed Rosie’s hand and dragged her into the main outside area where all of the band stood. Warren ran over to them and shouted, “This is my fuckin’ girlfriend everyone!”

He placed his arm around Rosie’s shoulder gently and placed a rough kiss on her temple to clearly show everyone. Rosie was shocked to say the least, she’d thought he’d be a little more subtle, but she was talking about Warren and he was never subtle, “That’s one way to do it” she said.

“No fucking way!” Karen screamed and engulfed Rosie in a massive hug, along with Daisy, Graham and Eddie.

Camila walked up to the group with a champagne on her hand, “What’s going on?”

She looked down at Warren’s arm which was slung across Rosie’s shoulder and she puzzled the pieces together, “I knew you could do it, Rose.”

Warren’s brows furrowed, “Do what?”

Rosie laughed, “Oh, only just secure myself the hottest and prettiest man in Chicago.”

He blushed a little and pulled her into a hug, “And I have secured the hottest and prettiest woman in Chicago.”

#daisy jones and the six #warren rojas #graham dunne #billy dunne #daisy jones fanfic #karen sirko #camila dunne

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modernmanblues · 1 year

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chances

CH 2: VOGUE PT. II

plot: American photographer Leah Walker is ecstatic when she’s presented with the opportunity to spend the summer of 1975 in Stockport, UK to take photographs of local English groups. Given her history of taking photos of big acts such as The Rolling Stones and The Doors, she is taken by surprise when told that her first clients will be the up and coming Manchester-based group, 10cc, who have kept a low-profile until recently, after gaining worldwide stardom from their hit I’m Not In Love. Leah knows little about the group and gets acquainted fairly quickly, but what she doesn’t know is how much trouble she’s about to get herself into with the group’s beloved lead guitarist, Eric Stewart. She has all summer, come to think of it. The possibilities are endless.

themes: a whole lotta fluff 🍦, some flirting, musicians? models? why not both?, a little taste of 10cc talent, curious Eric, concerned Eric, begging, begging, lots of begging, flustered Leah a/n: The much anticipated sequel to Chapter 2 pt. I! The boys finally get their beauty shots in this concluding chapter and I threw in some extra stuff to spice things up.

“I hope you fancy this tune as much as I do.”

The Canon F-1. With its slick black finish, solid body, portability and relatively user-friendly settings, it is the perfect camera for the fastidious photographer. I received this camera as a birthday gift from my father last year, and it has since become my trusted companion. I diligently study the device. Even though I had checked earlier to make sure there is a new roll of film in place, I perform another check for good measure. I unlock the back compartment and gander at the film–it is undamaged, secure and ready for use. I only snapped a few photos earlier, so I should have an adequate amount of film remaining. I proceed to close it then take out my external flash device and mount it on the camera accordingly. I was being proactive the night before departing for this trip and had attached the appropriate lens I intend on using so it would be one less thing for me to worry about. I bring the camera strap over my head and allow it to rest along the back of my neck. For my peace of mind, I check to ensure that the strap is securely fastened to the device itself–with the camera strap attached, I can freely move about without worrying that I will drop the device. I’ve learned this from past mistakes.

I hoist myself up off the floor, clutching my camera and gracefully marching over to the stage where the men have congregated. I begin to pace along the perimeter of the stage, smiling as I heed their indistinguishable banter. Oh the joys of trying to understand men with silly accents..

I pause along center stage and turn my attention to Lol, who is scrupulously combing Eric’s hair with his fingers. I bring a hand over my mouth to hide my amusement at this fascinating interaction.

“Ouch! Lol stop it, you’re hurting me!” Eric scowls at Lol, dodging Lol’s grip as he attempts to grab a hold of his hair.

“Oh Eric Stewart, how could I ever tire of touching your long, silky smooth hair?” Lol speaks in a feminine tone, a seemingly exaggerated imitation of a woman smitten by a charming man. He bats his eyes jokingly at Eric.

Eric playfully rolls his eyes and chuckles, “you’re mad, Creme.”

“Mad for you, Eric Stewart.” Lol grins widely at Eric, gently patting his back.

Eric whispers into Lol’s ear and the two chuckle. Their faces are beaming. Eric smiles timidly, seemingly deep in thought. He brings his head down, his bangs falling gently over the corners of his eyes. Lol follows Eric with his eyes. He smiles genially at him, his dimples growing more prominent. I swiftly turn the flash off the camera and quickly zoom in on their faces and snap a picture. And they barely even noticed..With my impressive muscle memory, my thumb immediately clicks the advancing lever to rotate the film.

I glance over at Graham and Kevin who appear to be mindlessly fiddling around with their instruments. I stroll casually towards Graham and Kevin’s side of the stage and observe them keenly.

Graham flawlessly transitions from tuning his bass to fiddling with his instrument, skillfully producing a random tune–a tune I can hardly recognize, but one with a catchy rhythm. I take the opportunity to make small talk with him.

“Hi. Would you mind playing me something?” My lips twist into a smile off the corner of my mouth as I gaze up at him. This is a little business tactic I’ve acquired from years of doing photography: get them to be comfortable around you then strike while the iron is hot!

Making small talk with each of them will allow me the chance to familiarize myself with their personalities and establish some sort of rapport with them. I find that this is the best way for me to build a trusting relationship with my clients, no matter how long or short our working relationship is.

My intention is to make this a comfortable atmosphere for everyone. For Graham, Kevin, Eric and Lol. I want them to be genuine, raw, unashamed and confident around me. I speak from experience when I say that the best candid shots I’ve ever taken are the ones where my clients go about their business without regarding my presence. This is what I hope to achieve with these boys today.

Graham gives me a smug look as he flips his gorgeous curls, “well what do you want to hear?”

“Surprise me.”

“Ok. But you have to tell me the name of the song afterwards.” he chuckles, smirking at me.

“Fair game.” I retort with confidence. I am by no means a musician. But I’ve been exposed to them enough to be able to recognize certain bass lines and guitar riffs common in today’s popular music.

Graham begins to pluck away at the opening bass line. I attend with patient ears, while simultaneously being mindful and prepared to capture his best picture perfect moments. At this point in time, I cannot pinpoint which particular song he’s playing the bass line of, but I give him a moment to build up to it.

I take this opportunity to appreciate Graham’s features once again now that we’re in a more intimate setting. His sleepy eyes are fixed on each fret his expert fingers land on. He plays rather effortlessly yet diligently, ensuring not one chord is missed. He gazes studiously at each fret of his beloved instrument, knowing fully well he could quite possibly hit each chord perfectly without having to gander at his fingers. However, he maintains modesty in displaying his talent–a rather admirable attribute. My eyes fixate on his prominent jawline. I notice the way he clenches his jaw ever so subtly as he focuses on his task–a seemingly typical male mannerism that never fails to instill strong emotions in me. His thick, jet black curls show lustrous against the studio light. I never thought lengthy eyelashes could suit a man, but dear Graham has clearly defied all odds.

With his eyes planted on his instrument, I take it upon myself to begin capturing his visuals. I turn the flash on this time and zoom in on his face. Gorgeous boy. I snap a photo and quickly move to his right to get him from a different angle. I kneel on one knee and zoom my camera out slightly to capture him and his bass. I snap another image. He’s barely flinched. Impressive.

My teeth sink into my lower lip to stifle a smile as he glances at me off the corner of his eyes, his lips twisting into a bashful smile. I snap another photo. Perfect.

It dawns on me suddenly which song this bass line is from, and I somehow find myself singing along to the tune under my breath.

“He got hair down to his knee..got to be a joker he just do what he please.” I chant under my breath, humming the tune in between words.

Graham pauses suddenly and beams at me. “You’ve got a nice voice.”

I feel my face growing a bit warm. I chuckle nervously, a feeble smile breaking across my face.

“Thank you..sorry I..I got carried away.”

“That’s quite alright, no need to apologize. Your voice..it’s really nice,” he smiles at me boyishly, “so, you know the song then?”

I roll my eyes playfully at him, twisting my lips into a smile. “Did you have to go with a Beatles song?”

“Mm..you haven’t answered my question. What’s the name of the song?” he raises an eyebrow, giving me a smug look.

“Do I get anything in return? You know, for identifying the song correctly?”

“Are we just chopped liver, then?” Eric strolls across the stage with Lol following behind him. He places his elbow over Graham’s shoulder, gazing at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, it’s you again..” There is gross sarcasm in my tone. I playfully roll my eyes at him and peel away from his gaze. I suddenly find myself placing a hand over my mouth to hide my nervous smile.

“Mhm, it’s me again. Something the matter with that?” Goodness gracious, why is he such a..boy? A pretty boy at that.

Eric strides over towards me and leans his hands against his waist, smirking at me. “Anyways, I thought this was a 10cc photoshoot, not a Graham Gouldman bass extraordinaire photo spree, hm?”

“Graham Gouldman bass extraordinaire! Eric, have you gone mad?!” Graham cackles boisterously.

“He’s not just mad, Graham, he’s a bloody lunatic!” Lol chuckles, shooting a glance at Graham and shaking his head in amusement.

“Shush, enough from the peanut gallery over there.” he cranes his head over towards Lol and Graham, his lips twisting into a boyish smile, then he shifts his head back to face me.

“Well you seemed a bit busy doing whatever it was you were doing so I figured I’d leave you to it.” I cross my arms, pouting my lips. My eyes are now fixed on his.

“Oh is that right? Or maybe that’s your poor excuse for wanting me to come to you instead.” he maintains his smug facial expression.

“Geez Louise, are you always this annoying?” I chuckle nervously, maintaining a fixed gaze on him as I await his response.

“Ohh..so I’m annoying now? Very well then. I guess I won’t be needed in this photoshoot. Now, if you’ll excuse me–”

“Would you stop it? Now, why don’t you play me something? Graham did a beautiful rendition of Come Together on his bass. I want to hear from you now, Eric.”

“Say please?” he pleads with his eyes.

I march gracefully towards him and crane my head up to face him. My face breaks into a jovial smile as I gaze into his enchanting eyes.

“Pretty please?” I bat my eyes jokingly at him.

“I like the sound of that.” he smirks, then proceeds to march towards center stage.

Eric quickly tunes his guitar and fiddles around with some random chords before immersing himself into a song.

He glances at me from the corner of his eyes, his face beaming. He proceeds to speak into the microphone to render a speech.

“Thank you, Strawberry crew. I would like to dedicate this next number to our esteemed guest, the lovely and talented Ms. Leah Walker,” he chuckles, “I hope you fancy this tune as much as I do.” He raises his brows at me then delves into the beginning riff of the song.

His eyes adhere to his fingers as they skate across the fretboard. I am quick to recognize the tune. There is some familiarity to it–it has a strong punch, it’s powerful, riveting even, yet simple and very catchy. Dad used to beat this song like a dead horse on his good ‘ole rickenbacker back in the day..I was blessed with a musician as a father which made for an interesting childhood. There was never a dull moment in our household growing up. It’s no surprise why I am able to identify songs by riff alone given the wisdom my father has shared with me on music theory.

“Rumble..” I mutter under my breath.

I stride towards center stage to get a good glimpse of Eric. I gaze up at him with admiration. His bangs are slightly tousled over his forehead. He charmingly flips his hair as he progresses through the riff. I zoom in on his face with my camera and snap an image. I shift to one corner and kneel on both knees and aim my camera upwards to get him in frame. I zoom my lens out ever so slightly just enough to get him and his guitar in the portrait. I capture another image, smiling at him adoringly. I hoist myself up and march on back over to him.

“You don’t strike me as someone who fancies a little Link Wray. He’s one of my favorites. My dad used to play this song day in, day out down in our basement.” I am suddenly hit with a quick flashback of my childhood. A tiny smile breaks across my face as I reminisce about those happier, more innocent days.

Eric pauses his performance. “Your father taught you well then. And you know, it’s rude to interrupt a musician while he’s in the middle of performing an important score.” His tone is facetious.

“Ohh..right, where are my manners?!” I retort sarcastically, “so anyway, I’m curious to know what you like to do for fun when you’re not making sweet, sweet love to your guitar.” Business tactic.

“Is that what you think I do?” he snorts audibly. He grins from ear to ear as he tries to further process my statement.

I quickly snap his image and giggle rather mischievously. “Beautiful..”

“So this is how you run your sessions? Clever girl..”

“Are you going to answer my question, Mr. Stewart?” I cock my head to one side. I gaze up at him with arms crossed, raising a brow at him. My lips twist into a cheeky smile as I await his response.

“My God, soo demanding..” he leans his arms over the body of his guitar, then proceeds to construct a response, “well if you must know..when I’m not, as you say, making love to my Gibson, you’ll find me tucked away in the garage doting on my Ferrari collection.”

“So you’re a car guy, huh?”

“Oh more than just a car guy..I’m involved.”

“Now why are we larking about? It is now 6:30 pm and we’re still not through with the shoot. What’s going on here?” Jonathan enters the studio from one of the side doors. He displays some degree of aggravation in his tone.

“That’s my fault, Mr. King, I’m holding them up. We’re almost finished.” I say this matter-of-factly. I’d rather take the blame for any delays.

“Gentlemen, one last thing before we conclude this session. Graham, Eric, Lol..I need you fellas to stand right by Kevin. You all seem to be a natural at this so just be yourselves, alright?”

The guys congregate around Kevin as directed. They fix themselves accordingly. I’ve been so entranced by this group that I’ve barely noticed just how casually dressed they are. The guys are all adorned in a mixture of denim, flannel shirts and casual pullover sweaters. I love how un-rock ‘n’ roll they are.

We conclude the session with several shots of the guys flocked around Kevin and a few with Lol being the centerpiece..

I check my watch and notice that the time is now 7:00 pm. I resist the urge to yawn.

“You must be tired, lady.” Eric peers into my eyes. His smile is charming. Contagious, even.

“Mhm..time for me to go.” I give into yawning, “oh boy..what a day..”

“Um..when will I..I mean, we hear back from you? you know, about the status of our pictures?”

“Well since you boys have been very accommodating today, I have my ways of expediting the process. I plan on swinging over to the photo lab first thing in the morning so I can get your photos developed hopefully by the end of tomorrow. So, to answer your question Eric, give me a couple days to get it done.” My tone is reassuring.

“Will you be delivering the pictures to us?” He maintains his gaze on me. His tone is perturbed.

“Well I’m going to be busy within the next few days. I have a few other shoots to get through this week, but I will do my best to swing by and hand deliver them myself. If not, I have an apprentice working for me who is aware of my plan and will be more than happy to deliver your pictures in case I‘m not available to do it.”

For a moment, we are covered with a veil of silence as we both try to mentally process the act of parting ways. I want to see you again too, Eric. I think you’re interesting and I want to get to know more about you and your incredible life..

He sighs deeply, almost despairingly, then slips a tiny piece of paper into the palm of my hand while bringing my hand up to his face to plant gentle kiss on my knuckle. Butterflies, again.

“On behalf of the group and myself, thank you for making this day memorable.” He smiles at me meekly. I cannot seem to comprehend how a grown man could look so pure and innocent yet ripe all at once. “Call the studio if you have any concerns..about anything..anything at all.”

“Eric..I..today was great. Thank you..for everything.” I gently peel my hand away from his hold. Something in me is compelling me to kiss him on the cheek. No..no..too soon.

“I really hope to see you again.” He is seemingly pleading.

“Oh you will. I’m sure you will. Goodnight, Eric.” I take one last look at him before heading out the door.

“Goodnight.”

I swing my backpack over my shoulder and proceed to exit the studio, resisting the urge to turn around and look back at him. I stagger just outside the studio’s premises. I inhale deeply, then exhale one slowed and controlled breath as I take a moment to process the whole slew of events that occurred today. Where’s a cigarette when I need one?

I unravel the tiny piece of paper that Eric seamlessly slipped into my hand just before parting ways. I read his writing:

Please call me at Strawberry if you need anything.

01612857303

-Eric

I think I just felt my stomach drop.

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