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reasonsmandy · 10 months

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You Intrigue Me

Billy Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* part two — is there something lost in the sky?

✧.* requested by anon — Hi! If you're still taking requests can you do one for Billy dunne? The reader is a pretty popular well liked girl in the same way Billy was and she's basically the one for Billy but they never really cross paths so she doesn't know he likes her like that, they just stay friends. She's not in the band so she doesn't see them often but when she visits during the tour daisy realises she's who Billy's crazy about. Thanks in advance!

✧.* summary — He made you curious in so many ways and you wanted to know why, it was like looking at yourself in a mirror. It was curious how you mirrored each other and at the same time showed each other a new world.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 4.6k

✧.* 🎤 — Billy Dunne's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I didn't put Camila in this story because I didn't want her to be cheated on or have her heart broken, so we're left without her in this universe :)

There were layers in you that weren't easy to access, not even for you, moments and experiences that shaped your being that were so complex to disentangle that just guide you along the way to where you are. Every passion, frustration and new encounter arising in your being during your life was demonstrated by you to others in only one way: music.

You've always shown everything you felt in music and you knew that's what you wanted to do in life from the beginning, and you followed that path with perseverance until you conquered where you are now.

Every chorus the audience screamed at the top of their lungs reverberated through your body and made your bones tremble, while your band played the songs you knew by heart since you were fourteen when you started creating them in your room, you danced around the stage, interacted with the audience and gave your all for each of those individuals who made you so proud of your work.

They jumped up and down as if it was the last night of their lives, the signs with funny phrases, praise for you, and of course several lyrics of your songs, some looked at you with tears in their eyes others with so much emotion that you couldn't help thinking that some drug was involved, but who were you to judge if the one you had this morning was still on your system?

Those were usually the best nights of your life, you loved the shows, the energy of the audience vibrating so intensely full of energy feeling every lyric just like you felt living what you write and sing on each album. It was her way of connecting with the world, of feeling seen by someone, of being heard. And it seemed to work when you looked at those faces.

The spotlights focus on you for a few seconds while you sing the last notes to finish, you close your eyes feeling that adrenaline through your veins once more, it was good to be sober to witness the ecstasy of it, the wonder it was to hear the applause and achieve what you'd always wanted.

You walk backstage with a washcloth slung over your shoulder, panting from everything you've just experienced. Someone from the staff you don't recognize because of the dark offers you a bottle of water and you gladly accept it, taking quick sips eager to quench the thirst that has grown in you since the fourth song. Your back was leaning against some speakers while you caught your breath, from time to time wiping the beads of sweat that descended from your forehead, you heard a few steps behind you and opened your eyes in curiosity.

"You were rocking up there." A man with curly hair and a waistcoat says with a broad smile, Warren Rojas, you'll soon recognize it.

"Thank you Rojas." You say while nodding your head, soon the other band members join you.

You knew very little about The Six, they were new to your label and they were buzzing around, you were happy for their success, after all it wasn't easy to get off the ground that way in the first place. But no one in their right mind could deny that 'Look Me in The Eye' was sensational, they were very good and deserved the recognition they gradually gained. They were on their first tour and Teddy Price had asked you for a favor to open their first show, you were a little reluctant to accept because you didn't know if your songs fit theirs, but something inside you told him to accept the invitation.

It was their first night and you could see the nervousness mixed with the longing to meet their audience, little by little they headed to the stage and again the crowd was agitated amid screams and applause. You tried to ignore the heavy presence of Billy Dunne a little far from you, he looked thoughtful, as if thousands of things danced in his mind driving him crazy with their jumps and twirls. You think about approaching him but are reluctant... There is something so intimate in his figure, almost similar to a mirror.

You had never talked much, and you weren't sure if you wanted this closeness with him, something in you said that getting closer to him meant getting in touch with those layers in you that were so unreachable. You blatantly stare at him, and when he looks back at you it's like a vulnerability attacks your body, you straighten your posture.

"They're waiting for you." You say nodding towards the stage exit, The older Dunne looks straight into your eyes and sighs. "Look, I know it sounds scary, but when you get there, the music takes you with it. At least that's how it is with me."

He listens to you, which surprises you, on the outside he doesn't seem like a good listener at all. Something inside you gives a twinge, you recognize yourself in his eyes in a way.

"They are here for you, take your moment and feel that energy in your bones. I assure you there is nothing like it." You say lighting a cigarette and bringing it to your lips, your words emboldened the word him and you could see it by the way he took a deep breath.

He walks up the stairs listening to the crowd cheer as Warren begins the countdown to the entrance of the song noticing the figure of Billy at the foot of the stage, he looks at you before putting the guitar around your neck.

"Thank you." He murmurs, you just smile.

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The show had been spectacular, it had been a while since you had witnessed such energy as an audience and you had to admit that you had been ignorant to think that your music styles didn't match theirs. From the balcony of your hotel room you could hear the city quieting down, there is something curious about the early mornings that make your thoughts wake up, it was always difficult to fall asleep during these days on the road, it was like a constant reminder that moving through various cities was more belonging than what you called home.

When the energy of the shows wore off and you found yourself alone in that hotel room at your own mercy, it was almost bizarre how you managed to entertain thousands of people but never yourself. The early morning breeze hit your skin like a call to the earth, bringing you back to the scene in front of you as you felt your hair stand on end in the frigid air. Your gaze goes to the clock, three in the morning.

You sigh, engaging your body in a hobby, deciding to go for a walk when you notice that you wouldn't quiet your thoughts so easily. Yellow lights illuminated the hotel lobby, you can see the surprise of the two employees who were behind the counter when they saw you exiting the elevator, you offer them a small smile and head for the exit.

It wasn't much different from the balcony in your room, maybe just a little cooler. Maybe now it was more vivid to be able to notice the details of what you admired from afar with a better perspective. At the same time that environment is so distant and apathetic towards you, it brings you a strange comfort.

There is something admirable about silence, about questions that cannot be answered, about the curiosity that surrounds each individual. Being there in the insignificance of your being through the greatness of it all, was a call to question yourself every time you caught yourself admiring the sky too much. Was there any purpose in this relentless pursuit?

"Is there something lost in the sky?" A low voice brings you back to reality once more, you bring your attention to the man with long hair who slowly approaches you.

"Not that I know of." You shrug, opening a small smile. "But there probably is, if I'm lost here, imagine whoever is up there."

You didn't understand why you were being so honest with him, it was the second time you interacted with him but it felt natural, and necessary. Billy looks at you in curiosity, understanding you, you notice.

"Do you think there's someone up there?" He asks, the question makes you think, you shrug deciding not to answer. He looks at you arching his eyebrows. "You intrigue me Y/N."

You light a cigarette, offering him another, he accepts. "And why's that?"

He takes a long drag, you watch the way his lips wrap around the object and that for some reason captures your attention. "There's a fine line between identifying with someone and wanting to be like them." He blows the smoke to the other side, "I don't know how I feel about you"

His answer makes your legs weak, you swallow hard trying to understand if the intensity of your day confused the discernment you were having of this moment, or if it was those eyes that simply made it impossible for you to respond.

"I just think you're an interesting person." He adds, you can't help noticing that now he was looking at the sky like you. "You know, I would love to write a song about you."

This captures your attention more, you turn your body fully towards him now, turning your face in curiosity. "Look, it usually works, I've been doing it for a few years."

Your comment makes him laugh, you notice that such a sound warms your stomach, it was good. "But I doubt you can do a better job than me." You shrug, he smirks at you with a curious look in his eyes.

"It's a challenge?" You can see that he was shivering a little, probably regretting his choice of outfit as he left his room.

You cross your arms with a bigger smile on your lips, the cigarette was already ending at this point. "Let's do it like this, I write about you and you about me. And we will see which album does better."

His eyes gleamed with the idea, it wasn't a fight between you, but a competition surrounded by curiosity and eagerness to see where it would all go. You were full of talent, reigns of genius in every line and musical note, from there wonderful things would come out for the music industry for sure.

"It's a deal!" He extends his hand towards you, you notice his calloused fingers probably because of the guitar, you shake his hand.

"See you around Billy Dunne." You throw your cigarette butt in the trash can next to you, entering the hotel once again.

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The "See you around Billy Dunne" was in fact a prediction of what would happen in the coming months, you didn't have much time together even more with the continuation of the 'SevenEighNine' tour and later your own. You exchanged glances and several conversations during some early mornings from time to time, as time went by the line that connected you two was gradually pulled closer and you strangely loved it.

When you returned to the day of the record company, you saw each other in some meetings and among the halls of the place, the tension grew with each look, with each simple touch between you, with each non-verbal conversation. It was like a growing need that yearned to be satisfied, and how to satisfy that? You two had an escape from such needs, a way to demonstrate what words themselves could not do, it was the melodies that you showed all of that.

Each new song was a new hook to create more, a quest to light and increase that flame, it was addictive and you loved it.

You hummed softly as you strummed the guitar in the empty sound room, from time to time removing the pencil that is resting behind your ear to write in the notebook in front of you, days like that were good... Being inspired and proud of what you created was sensational.

A sound makes you come out of the trance, your eyes go to the big door that is opened by the figure of Billy Dunne, surprised you raise your eyebrow without saying anything. He tosses a notebook above yours, sitting by your side, you remain silent he then runs his hands through his hair.

"I wanted you to see this one." He says with a sigh, you open a small smile taking the object in your hands.

His handwriting was complicated, but you decide not to comment on it, making an effort to understand his notes. You feel his gaze on you, you know exactly what that feeling of vulnerability was, having your writing in someone's hands at the mercy of their judgment is as vulnerable as sex. He was nervous to know your opinion, his eyes analyzed every corner of your face in search of something that showed what you had found, you made sure not to let it show.

The lyrics were like the mold of his core, it was deep, delicate, at the same time harsh and brazen, it screamed at you while holding you in its comfort, it made you think and question and be sure about the little you already know. It was like delving into his soul, it was intimate and vulnerable, the feeling that you know so much about someone while not having exchanged a word with him in your life was peculiar. With each verse you delve deeper and deeper into the knowledge and meaning it brings to a new vision, and you understand that the magnitude of such sets was not just for being a demonstration of his vulnerability but also because it made you question and go in search of your own vulnerability. The peculiar thing was that, you felt like you knew about him when in fact the music was leading you to yourself from the beginning.

You only notice that you are crying when your tear hits the page, you are quick to suck your cheeks trying to recover from the wave of emotions that invaded you after the bridge of the song, how he did it you had no idea but he was able to access the layers you never got in yourself. You bring your gaze to him, a small smile on his face shows he is proud of his work.

"You intrigue me Billy Dunne." You quote him, then applauding what he had read. "Do you already have an idea for a melody?"

"Daisy is helping me with this, I mean, we fight more than we help each other but..." He says through a weak laugh. "I'm sure it will come out eventually."

"I want to be the first to hear it when it's ready." The smile on your face was inevitable, as was the need to be closer to him. For an instant you swear you can swim in the depths of his blue eyes.

His sapphire eyes wander in looking at yours and your lips, he slowly approaches you, another silent need hovering between you, but it was no secret to either of you that there was little left for that line to be crossed, his hands gradually approached your thigh and you allow him to touch you, feeling the great wave of electricity through you.

You take one of your hands to his cheeks, and kiss him unprecedentedly. As your lips meet, the atmosphere around you crackles with an electric charge. The kiss is a fusion of urgency and tenderness, a long-awaited culmination of desire. Your hands find their way to each other, intertwining and exploring with a delicate, passionate touch.

The kiss is a revelation, a meeting of souls that transcends words. It is an exploration of unspoken desires and hidden depths, an intimate connection that takes both of you by surprise. Time seems to stand still as your lips dance in perfect harmony, each movement deepening the connection between you.

The taste of the kiss is intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and longing that leaves you craving more. It is a sensory experience, heightened by the touch of your hands on each other's bodies, creating a symphony of sensations that sends shivers down your spine.

In that moment, the world outside fades away, and it's just the two of you, lost in the intensity of the kiss. It is a meeting of minds, a collision of emotions, where every touch and every breath speaks volumes. The chemistry between you is undeniable, and the passion that courses through your veins is palpable.

As the kiss reaches its peak, a mixture of desire, vulnerability, and connection fills the air. It is a moment of surrender, where inhibitions melt away and the depth of your connection becomes undeniable.

As the kiss slowly comes to an end, you find yourselves breathless, your lips tingling with the remnants of the shared passion. The silence remains, almost as present between you as the other feelings, he licks his lips and soon smiles, picking up his notebook.

"I'll call you when it's ready." He speaks in a hoarse voice, you open a big smile watching him leave through the same door he entered.

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For Daisy Jones, Billy's creativity operated in a very complex and different way from her own, after all, she rarely did this sober. For her it was like seeing a rare phenomenon happen before her eyes, and besides, it was very curious to know what was the basis for such inspiration in the songs that were entrusted to him. He was a quiet person, he didn't even open up to his brother who had been there forever, so Jones's biggest hobby together with Warren was to go in search of who was the inspiring muse of the older Dunne.

They had become addicted to it, searching for little clues and hints Billy left in the lyrics, or analyzing every change in attitude, every longer exchange of glances, but they had nothing but big guesses. Warren swore it was one of the helpers Teddy had hired over the past month, but Daisy maintained that the songs were too deep to be about someone the Dunne knew for such little time.

But the redhead didn't know you, she couldn't take her guesses to you because she had no idea of your existence until that day. Eddie played around doing some riffs, catching Graham's attention, who wrote it down in a notebook nearby—noticing only later that it wasn't his, but Warren's. Karen hunched over the keyboard sleepily waiting for Billy to show up, Warren had gathered several cans and was drumming on them as he talked to Daisy, both of them smoking cigarettes.

When opening the studio doors it was like shouting at a room that had just entered, because everyone immediately turned their eyes to you, you smile small as a way to avoid more extensive hellos, Billy doesn't take long to come after you with a huge smile on his face, which does not go unnoticed by Daisy.

She looks at Warren with wide eyes, as if begging him to understand what she was trying to say, Rojas doesn't even notice. She rolls her eyes and walks over to her microphone putting her headphones, the musical aura has always been a home for you so it's not uncomfortable being there with these people at any time.

You really wanted to hear how they had shaped those lyrics as a team, creating and bringing music to life was always and will be the best art form for you, and to see that magic happen before your eyes was always spectacular. The song didn't disappoint you in any way, you were too proud of what they had done there, you wanted to cry again but maybe it was too intimate for you to let that happen there.

You close your eyes letting the melody invade your eardrums, your hair shivers, the butterflies in your stomach grow again and you feel like you belong. When the melody drops and you notice the song gradually fading away, you applaud them with a gigantic, proud smile. Interestingly, Teddy does the same on the other side of the glass.

Daisy comes to her senses then, she notices the look in the older Dunne's eyes, the way he seems light in her presence, the way he seems to involuntarily reach out to you. She asks Teddy and Tobias if they had finished recording and they release her, she doesn't take long to grab Rojas by the hands and pull him out of the room.

"What happened?" Warren was high, she could tell because she was coming off her own.

"It's her!” Jones exclaims, pointing to the room that had the doors closed beside them. The drummer frowns, she sighs. "Billy's inspirational muse is that girl inside."

"Y/N?" He questions as if trying to connect the dots, he moves his fingers as if he's doing the math. "You think?"

"I'm sure!" The redhead exclaims excitedly, it was as if looking at you she could read Billy's lyrics. "I've never seen him smile like that."

"It must be because he hates you." Warren shrugs, smoothing his mustache. She frowns. "Are you sure it's not Gabriela?"

"He never exchanged a word with her Warren!" Daisy looked irritated, the drummer thought it was funny.

"You never saw the two of them talking either." He snaps his fingers pointing to the door like he's made the best argument in the world.

"Looking at her is like I'm looking at songs from this album, Warren!" She says hitting the key of her argument, Rojas is thoughtful. "I mean, apart from my songs."

"I still don't think we can rule out the idea that Gabi..." He starts to speak but is interrupted by the door being opened.

You walk out the door with Billy Dunne at your side, you guys laugh at something he had commented about Graham inside, it was curious how good and comfortable you felt next to him. Daisy looks at Warren with emphasizing what she had already said with just a fixed look, Warren closes his eyes still uncertain.

"Teddy gave us a few minutes to spare before the next round." Billy clarifies, running his hands through his hair. "We're going to the diner nearby, do you guys want something?"

"No no, enjoy." Daisy smiles small, almost like a smirk on her lips.

"I want a natural sandwich, an orange juice and if you can, bring me a granola bar too." Rojas says adjusting his vest, getting a chuckle from you, an annoyed look from Billy and an incredulous one from Daisy.

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The background music was yours, you smile small with pride in your chest but try not to show it. You decide to sit at a table farther apart, avoiding prying eyes, you both knew you weren't very talkative people at times like these. Billy asks what he wanted to eat, you do the same and remind him to order for Warren too.

"And? What do you think of the result? "He questions drinking some of her juice. Looking deeply into your eyes.

"It was perfect, I had no doubt it was going to be so fucking good." You say, biting the sandwich that rested in front of you.

"To hear that from you means a lot." He sounded sincere, you decide to believe him. "Don't ask me why, it's complex."

You raise your hands in surrender, causing him to chuckle. You then open your bag and take out your notebook, he watches your every move with curiosity.

"My turn to surprise you." You hand it to him gently, you felt very vulnerable now, he accessed his layers slowly and it was scary, but it was good when it was done with him.

As Billy receives the notebook from you, his eyes flicker with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. He holds the notebook gently, his fingertips tracing the worn cover before opening it, revealing the pages that hold your musical creation.

As he starts to read the lyrics and notes, a range of emotions flicker across his face. His brows furrow slightly, indicating deep concentration as he absorbs the words and melodies you've crafted. The lines etched on his forehead soften, transitioning into a subtle smile that tugs at the corners of his lips.

You notice a glimmer in his eyes, a spark of recognition and appreciation. It's as if your song has struck a chord within him, resonating with his own emotions and experiences. The way he leans into the notebook, immersing himself in your creation, speaks volumes about his genuine interest and investment in your art.

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, his gaze shifting between the notebook and your expectant face. When he finally speaks, his voice carries a mix of awe and reverence.

"This is incredible," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "Fuck Y/N… This is indeed a masterpiece."

A smile spreads across your face, mirroring the warmth and pride that swells within your chest. His genuine admiration and appreciation for your work validate the vulnerability you felt in sharing it with him.

"I still have things to polish on it." You make it clear, taking another bite of your sandwich. "But I think something really good is going to come out of it."

"You think? I'm sure." He looked proud of you, it was a good feeling.

Billy looks up at you, his eyes shining with admiration and gratitude. He reaches out to place a hand gently on yours, a silent gesture of connection and understanding. The unspoken bond between you deepens in that moment, as your artistic expressions have transcended words and touched something profound within him.

His reaction is a testament to the power of your song, and you feel a surge of confidence and joy. This exchange of creativity and vulnerability strengthens your connection, reminding you both of the unique bond you share as artists and individuals.

"When is the album ready?" He asks, the french fries in front of him didn't look very good but he kept eating them every now and then. "I don't want to rush you or anything, I just want to hear you sing again."

"You don't need any excuse to hear me sing Billy Dunne." You smile small, admiring his beautiful eyes.

He doesn't know much what to say, so he watches you intrigued, trying to decipher where you're going with this.

"Meet me tonight at the studio, I'll sing for you." You offer by opening your purse and leaving money on the table for your order.

"Are you asking me on a date?" He asks without taking his eyes off yours, you feel your legs go weak.

"Come and find out." You wink at him leaving the room.

Daisy pushes Warren a little to the side, he complains about the slight pain he feels in his arm but continues with his role of observing the table of the two from afar.

"You see? They're clearly having something!" She says proudly at having figured out her big mystery.

"I never would have guessed, really." He shrugs, playing with one of his curls.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" Billy asks when he notices familiar voices when he goes to pay the bill.

"Eating dinner?" Warren tries to coax him with a wide smile. Billy rolls his eyes, leaving the place. "Hey wait, did you buy my granola bar?"

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laylasmoonchild · 1 year

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“Are You Okay?”

Sam Kiszka × Reader NSFW 18+

Author's Note:

I have no idea what l'm doing or what possessed me to write this... That's partially a lie- There's no Sam Fics out there, and this is compiled of some requests l've had/Requests l've seen on other blogs. This is loosely inspired by Daisy Jones & The Six (The Amazon series, not the book, the book was better though hehe), Basically when Camilla was seeking out attention during a rough patch with Billy. I'm Layla, let me know what ya think, or don't. Just be nice! Sorry if there's typos, this took me hours to write on 2 separate nights, l'm not an amazing writer, just out here trying new things!

Summary:

Sammy's girlfriend (Y/N) is under the impression he is cheating on her and not only gets drunk to mask her feelings, but seeks comfort in Jake... Yup, it's messy, folks. Also, there's sex, read the warnings!

WARNINGS:

Angst, Topics of Cheating, Arguing W/ a S.O., NSFW, Sex, Spit Kink (this is a common request on Sammy blogs, if you're not into it, close your eyes or keep it pushing! my page is a no judge zone!), Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up, or don't, it’s not my business… prob wrap it up though.)

Word Count: 7,149

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I was looking out the window of the plane that was taking me to God knows where. All I knew was that I was on my way to the love of my life.

Sam’s been on tour for a few months, and honestly, I’ve been starting to feel a distance. I’m assuming it’s more on my end, I’m working a high stress job while trying to make my art my main one. Sam’s understanding of it and I think it’s time I show him just how much I appreciate that of him.

As the plane is landing, I start to write out a text to Jake, who’s going through a major rough patch with his girlfriend. Sam mentioned they were on a break, but I won’t pry, I just want to tell him to let Sam know that I’ll be at the hotel in about an hour…

“Hey! Could you let Sam know I decided on taking an uber? I think his phone’s dead, I’ll be at the hotel in an hour!”

“I haven’t seen him since last night, but I’m sure I’ll run into him, be careful, sweet girl…♥️”

Sweet girl… Jake’s nickname for me since we first met… He always said I was too sweet for Sam.

As I gathered my bags from baggage claim and made my way outside to my Uber, I started thinking about how Jake mentioned he hasn’t seen Sam since last night… I never think about Sam’s whereabouts, I know most girls would be itching to know what their traveling, rockstar boyfriend was up to, but he’s never given me an inkling of a feeling that the rumors about guys on the road and his past were true. And I was far too busy career wise to think into those thoughts.

But I’d be lying if I said the reason I was tapping my foot in the backseat of this Uber wasn’t because I was starting to believe it.

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I got the keycard from concierge and made my way to Sam’s room. For some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking that the distance I’ve noticed wasn’t just me, and maybe he wasn’t as trustworthy as I thought…

I shook away my thoughts while the elevator chimed it’s arrival on his floor. I walked out, luggage trailing behind me, and anxiously speed walking to his door. Suddenly I was picturing the scene behind that door. A Penny Lane wannabe enthralled with him between the sheets, while he tells her I’m the last thing on his mind. What was wrong with me? I knocked on it, holding my breath.

I heard rustling behind the door, and feet lazily lugging themselves across the floor. It swung open, and there he was.

“Hey,” He pulled me in for a half hug, out of breath, hair a mess. He smelled like the floor of a dive bar.

“Hi, baby” I entered the room, it was in decent condition considering he’s been here for at least two nights.

“Room looks clean…” I huffed as I released my bag from my hand in the small walkway.

Sam looked around, yawning a bit while running his hand through his tendrils.

“Yeah, I guess- Haven’t really slept in here.”

I tried to ignore the pit in my stomach, telling myself not to read into it as I kicked my shoes off.

“Crashed at Danny’s or something?” I asked, trying to remind myself that he has 3 other rooms to end up in if he pleases…

I tried to look for his eyes as he sat on the foot of the bed. He looked guilty. This wasn’t in my head anymore. Suddenly my extremities went cold.

“Sam?” I said, firmer than usual. My chest was rising and falling at this point.

“What?” He practically spat at me. He looked at me like he’d been found out. His eyes blinking with a dullness behind them that felt inhuman.

“Sam… Where were you last night?”

“Y/N…” He held his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

“Sam. Answer me.” I felt tears beginning to sting my eyes.

“Y/N, I was at Danny’s, okay?” He stood up now with his arms open in defense.

“Look, I’m hung over, I really don’t want to be questioned by my girlfriend right now.” He walked past me to make it to the bathroom. As I turned to watch him slam the door.

Sam was the most attentive man in my life. Never leaving me when I’m upset, always letting me cry it out to him and absorbing every word I had to say.

Instead, he started the shower.

A few tears made their way out as I unpacked my outfit for tonight, feeling stupid as I pulled out each piece that I was so excited to wear for him. A cream colored, see through, lace dress with a slit up the leg, dark brown cowboy boots and a dark brown slip to wear underneath it.

I continued laying everything out when I saw something peeking out from underneath the duvet. Assuming it was one of Sam’s shirts, I pulled it, with the intention of folding it and placing it to the side. Except it wasn’t his shirt. It was distinctively a woman’s blouse. Orange chiffon, staring back at me. I stared back at it in my hands for a second. Hoping it would disappear from my hands and maybe I would wake up from a dream. Suddenly, I had no tears, my throat was too dry to speak.

He stepped out of the bathroom in a towel and I shoved the damned piece of fabric into my luggage. His eyes were softer now.

“Love,” he called out softly.

I nodded, eye’s fixated on his. He walked towards me, he took my waist into his hands and pulled me close to him.

He brought one hand to the valley between my jaw and neck, resting his thumb on my cheek.

“Y/N, I love you, I just had a rough night. I’m so happy you’re here, I’m sorry okay?” He looked me dead in my eyes, and something about that made my stomach turn. He’s lying to me, while looking into my eyes.

“Okay.” Was all I could manage. I felt a sense of serenity, or extreme numbness. He looked puzzled, looking for the rest of what I could say on my face.

“You love me, right?” Sam said, matching the hand that was on my waist to the one on my face.

“Of course,” I smiled, insincerely. “I have to shower now.” I motioned my head towards the bathroom door.

He leaned into kiss me, I moved my head slightly to where he could only kiss the corner of my mouth.

“I feel gross from the plane, sorry.” I said acting like everything was fine. He nodded and let me go.

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After my shower, I immediately started getting ready. It was all so robotic.

Sam knocked on the door to let me know he’d be going to the venue for soundcheck, which he’d been late for. I put my hairdryer on to drown him out mid speech. I heard the hotel door shut, and my phone lit up on the counter.

“Baby doll I left for soundcheck, I don’t know if you heard me♥️ See me before the show like you do?”

I “thumbs’d up” his text and continued my hair and makeup.

While doing my makeup, I suddenly felt thirsty. I opted for every alcoholic nip in the mini fridge.

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I finished getting ready and Ubered to the venue. I drunkenly vowed to myself that Sam will not make a fool out of me. If he was going to realize what I was being short about, it will be on MY terms. Not his, and most certainly not on my emotion’s terms. The alcohol has numbed every emotion, and I was thanking the heavens for that.

While I got into the building and was escorted backstage, all I could think about was another drink.

Entering the green room, I made a beeline for the bar cart while everyone mingled and were making the last touches to their outfits. Danny, Sam and Josh were gathered around the tour manager while Jake was off to the side, looking rather uninterested.

I poured myself a drink and sent my happy-fake smiles to the tour crew as they passed by, cheerful to see me. As I sipped my concoction of liquor, I began to feel disgusted with them too, knowing they could smile at me while they probably know of Sam’s girl on the side and smiled the same way at her.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, as I turned around, I was met with the soulful eyes I so dearly loved. It was Jake. Who reeked of rum. It broke my heart that we were drinking for similar reasons.

“Hey, my sweet girl!” He pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me extra tight and letting his hand linger on the small of my back as he positioned himself to the side of me. A classic Kiszka hug. The kind of hug that makes girls wonder if it’s flirtatious but it’s really just their loving nature.

I beamed for the first time all day. Jake and I were the kind of close where we didn’t need to speak all the time to keep the friendship alive. We often found ourselves on late nights after shows talking about everything while everyone was off to sleep. As I look into his eyes, I’m realizing he might know me more than Sam does.

In my drunken state, I didn’t realize my smile faded till his eyebrow became crooked.

“Are you okay?” Was all he said, my extremities went cold once more like they did earlier.

“I-“ I felt an arm snake around my waist and someone kiss my cheek from behind. I knew who it was.

“Baby doll, come with me before I go on, talk to Jake later” Sam said, all too normal.

I smiled weakly at Jake and he gave me a concerned look. He must’ve made eye contact with Sam because his concerned look quickly became a forced, tight lipped smile. And with that, he caught up with the rest of everyone, who waved at me, unaware of the situation at hand.

Sam led me down a dark walk way, the route that takes them to the stage. The opening act was on and I could feel the bass in my chest.

We stopped walking and Sam pulled me in for a kiss. I barely kissed back, uninterested in his lips on mine… Knowing they were on God knows who’s the night earlier.

“Y/N, kiss me,” He said running his hands up my sides then to my neck, pulling me in again.

“Sam, I’m not in the mood.” I slurred.

“Y/N, I told you I’m sorry for before. I still am.”

His eyes were looking through me at this point.

“Sam, this isn’t about you, okay? Really, it’s okay!” I amazed myself with how natural it was to pretend that I didn’t find another woman’s article of clothing in his hotel room. I grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. He began to melt into me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I faintly heard the opener end their set, they would be getting off on the opposite side of the stage so I wasn’t worried about stopping him. Even if I didn’t want to kiss him right now, a part of me wanted to make him think I was okay before his show.

“I love you so much-“ He said in between kisses. I kept thinking of him talking like this to another woman. It made me sick. I pulled away. Staring at him plainly. His eyes were dull with lust and confusion.

The boys started walking towards us, getting ready to go on stage. I turn to them and smile.

“Good luck tonight,” I blew them a kiss and smiled while they said their thanks and blew kisses back. Jake watched me intently as I started to walk backstage, not daring to turn around and look at Sam.

“Hey,” Jake grabbed my hand.

I turn back to him and look for his eyes, that are fixated on my hand, and work up to my face.

“Sweet girl’s on my side tonight, yeah?” He winked with a grin. His thumb rubbed my hand, all of this making me blush. This gesture was more comforting than flirting.

“Of course.” I said, bashfully.

Jake smiled once more, and I looked back towards Sam. His face was stone cold at the interaction.

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The concert was amazing as always. Jake made it a point to wink in my direction and blow me a few kisses during their set, all of which Sam saw.

I was still, naturally, upset. Drinking as much as I could, stumbling in the crowd a bit. I was trying to blend in with the stands but of course some of the fans recognized me, I’m embarrassed to admit I was probably too incoherent to hold any sort of conversation with them.

We were now at an after party backstage, celebrating the tour or something, I could barely tell in my inebriated state.

Sam was on his phone, frantically typing and trying to stay focused on the conversations around him. I assumed that was her on the other end of the text screen. He put his arm around me while Danny and their roadie went on about an equipment mishap. Before Sam could reply to the phone vibrating in his pocket, I turned to glance at the tour crew & opening band dancing in the middle of the room. Jake was on the other side of the dancing bunch and caught eyes with me.

“I’m gonna dance-“ I said while breaking free of Sam, who said something in return but I couldn’t hear him over the music. I walked through the moving bodies and put my hand out to Jake, who took a good swig of his drink and slammed the glass on the table beside him. He took my hand and pulled me into what felt like the music itself engulfing me. We danced, innocently. Singing the lyrics to each other as we swapped dancing partners and laughing gleefully like little kids. I felt someone grab my wrist.

“Gonna save a dance for me, right, little girl?” Sam husked into my ear.

Feeling incredibly prideful and cocky, I danced with him, and as he leaned into me, I moved my mouth to his ear.

“Tell that little slut to get her cheap shirt before tour’s over.” I said in a tone only he could hear. Sam’s grip on me loosened.

“Y/N,” His face was pale, and his feet were suddenly glued to the floor. I kept dancing.

He reached his arms out for me when I started dancing too far from him and he pulled himself into me.

“You’re not going to make a fool out of me, Sam. I’ll play stupid for everyone around us right now, but trust that I won’t let you continue this. I’m not going to be the other woman in my own relationship.” I said still quietly but snidely.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” Sam said as he tried to pull me out of all the dancing, swiftly and without causing suspicion.

“Good idea, I need air.” I said, walking towards the tunnel that lead to the parking lot.

“Even better, I’ll come with.” He said following behind.

“No, stay! Please, enjoy yourself!” I said in a tone where he knew I was sarcastic but people around us would assume I was genuine if they overheard us.

Jake came up between us and put an arm out to distance Sam.

“I’ll go with her, don’t worry!” I couldn’t tell if Jake realized what was happening or if he really thought he was just helping ease Sam by following his drunk girlfriend who needed to get air in a sketchy parking lot.

Either way, I locked arms with him and smiled.

“Thaaaank you! Enjoy yourself, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes started to get glassy. Those around us would probably assume it was from weed or the alcohol, but he was on the verge of tears. His face was hard, stoic as he watched his brother whisk me away.

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We made it outside. Surprisingly no one was around, just the empty trailers, cars, and tour buses.

I started running to the middle of the lot & began spinning with my arms stretched out, basking in the cool air. I heard footsteps coming towards me, increasing speed.

Jake ran up to bear hug me, I yelped.

“You’re too drunk to go exploring, let’s go closer to the building, Y/N!” he laughed as he pulled me towards the brick wall. I tried to protest but I was too weak and he was too strong.

We reached the wall and I turned to him. There was that concerned expression again. It made me shiver.

Jake started to take off his jacket, he laid it gently on my shoulders.

“Better?” He asked. I’m assuming he thought my slight shiver was from being cold, considering my outfit choice, but the truth is that my blood is boiling from anger and alcohol, I can’t feel a thing.

I nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Are you okay? And answer me this time. You drank like a sailor, and you don’t do that.” He waited for me to respond. Suddenly I was too scared to speak again, like my voice wasn’t going to be strong enough to carry these feelings into solid words.

“Are you okay?” He repeated.

I teared up, flicking away the single tear that dropped on my cheek. I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling it out of my face, taking a deep breath.

“I’m fine.” I said, knowing he wouldn’t believe me.

“You know I know that isn’t true.” He said, leaning closer to my face. I smelled the dark rum on his breath.

“How do you know that?” I said sarcastically as a few more tears left my eyes. He got closer.

“You know things are pretty much over in my relationship… I know the signs.” Jake’s lips stayed parted and his eyes focused on my mouth.

I steadied my back against the wall, backing away. He moved closer again.

“How long has it been going on?” I asked him, scared to hear the answer.

“Hm?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“Sam and some girl…” I said quietly.

“What gir-… Wait, he’s sleeping with her?” With that, the tears flowed more. He pulled me into him and left he sob.

“Let it out, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I can’t believe he did this to you. None of us wanted her around but he said he was just trying to help.”

He was rubbing my back, and suddenly, I was not only devastated, but curious. Who was this girl and why was he trying to help her?

I brought my head up to ask these circling questions and Jake looked at me with his tender eyes.

In this moment I felt like Jake was looking at me in a way that only women he’s been to bed with have experienced. I felt frozen, I was nervous that I was so low I’d dig myself deeper, even when I wouldn’t want to stoop to Sam’s level. I looked down, avoiding Jake’s eyes.

“I’d never do that- to you,” Jake said, letting out an awkward and breathy laugh, an attempt to lighten the meaning of his words.

I nodded, still looking down. This can’t be happening right now. I started thinking about how Jake would taste on my lips… His rum mixed with my liquor… I physically shook my head to attempt to metaphorically shake these thoughts in my head.

Jake’s single finger lifted my chin to look into his eyes. His other arm lifted, planting his hand on the wall.

“Wanna get out of here?” Was all he said.

Like clockwork, my phone started vibrating. Text after text, and the night was too quiet to ignore it. Jake waited for an answer, trying not to look down where my phone was located, inside the calf of my boot.

My face was plain, not able to answer him. Saved by the bell, his phone in his jacket pocket started ringing, I reached for it and saw Sam’s contact photo. I handed it to Jake, an attempt to make him get his finger off my chin.

He sighed, then muted it and put it into his back pocket. My phone continued to vibrate. Jake looked into my eyes once more. It felt like he was trying to subconsciously communicate that he could take me away from it all, and take care of me, even if it was for the night.

“Jake,” was all I could let out before he leaned his face, inches from mine.

“You’re my sweet girl, you know that?” He said looking at my lips. I’m not sure why, but I nodded, looking up at him.

“I love him though. No matter what.” My eyes watery.

“I know, I’d never ask you to change what’s in your nature,” He paused. Taking my hand into his. He brought it to his mouth, giving my knuckles a light kiss, staring into my eyes as he did this. “It just breaks my heart that you’re so loyal to someone who was entertaining someone else, even if it’s my baby brother.”

Suddenly, the curiosity was getting the best of me. Who was this girl?

“Jake, just tell me who she is.” I took my hand out of his and rested both hands on his chest. Practically pleading and trying to change the subject away from his earlier question. Surprisingly, he let me.

“You know that ex girl of Sam’s? James’ girlfriend’s best friend?” He adjusted his jacket that was falling off my shoulder.

James was one of the openers who has opened for the guys every couple of legs of their tour. His girlfriend introduced Sam to his ex girlfriend, they dated for awhile. I was told through the grapevine that she would get into Sam’s head, make him choose between her and his tasks for the band… When he finally left her, he knew he would see her again on tour, but always made it a point to let me know that it wouldn’t be by his choice. She’d be there with James’ girlfriend and he didn’t really have much to say to her, so he would just avoid her.

My stomach was in knots. Thinking of him with her again. Someone he was so badly hurt by is who he chose to break my trust with. It’d hurt less if it were someone new. I lightly sobbed, moving my hands from Jake’s chest to around his neck. Hugging him tightly, he held me.

“Jake, how could he?” I looked up, trying to find the answers for Sam’s infidelity on his older brother’s face. He gave me the kind of look that told me he didn’t know what to say.

I sniffled, trying to collect myself. I thought about Jake’s previous offer. Getting out of here… with him. As we looked at each other, I knew that he knew what was going through my head. Us, going wherever he had in mind, and losing ourselves in each other.

If anyone saw us, they would think they were interrupting, and maybe they would be, but I wouldn’t dare move till he did.

“Let me take care of you.” He said, each word laced with lust, his hands were underneath the jacket he leant me, and on my waist.

I let out air through my nose, furrowing my eyebrows and frowning my lips. In a way that said “We can’t do this, I still love him.” without saying it.

We must’ve been lost in this moment because I didn’t hear the footsteps coming from the entrance of the tunnel that led to the parking lot. Until I did.

Jake and I both turned our heads to see one of the tour bus drivers. He awkwardly smiled at us and went to start the bus.

We let out a sigh of relief, knowing that if anyone else saw us, or God forbid Sam, we would be dead.

“Now or never.” He said, pulling my face to look at his. I quickly nodded in response.

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We made it back to the hotel after a silent ride. As we walked through the lobby and made it into the elevator, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Jake held my hand and gave it a light squeeze. I felt him looking at me watch the floor numbers ding on the monitor. I turned to him and smiled lazily. He smiled back, and kissed me on the cheek. He lingered there for a bit before moving to my ear.

“I’m going to make it better.” He whispered.

I felt a pool begin between my legs. It felt so wrong. My boyfriend’s brother, making me feel like this. But Sam was wrong too. I hated him as much as I hated myself in this moment. But I was so detached from reality. So drunk, so lost, and so hurt. The doors opened.

We walked out, walking past Sam’s room. My eyes followed it as if he was going to come running out of it. Jake opened his hotel door, the one conveniently next to Sam’s, softly saying my name, and pulling me into the room. He closed the door behind me.

I felt him behind me as I entered more of the room, knowing I was entering the biggest mistake of my life and my body couldn’t turn off autopilot. He came up behind me, holding me. He kissed my shoulder and rubbed my stomach. I let out a sigh, I hate to admit it, but I was turned on at the thought of what he was going to do to me.

Even though my body was vibrating, my chest was aching, and a few tears escaped. He spun me around, anticipating what would be our first kiss, but he was met with my eyes, full of tears. His face was surprisingly comforting. He pulled me in for a hug. The kind of hug he always gave me.

“We won’t.” He said, as I fell apart beneath him. He kissed my forehead and held me close. I let out wailing cries, mourning what was once Sam and I, and what I almost allowed to happen. I was sick with myself as much as I was with him. I was trembling, and my throat felt raw from the noises escaping it.

A string of words kept flowing from me, “Jake what did I do? I’m horrible! I lost my best friend, I love him, how could he do this to me? I love him, Jake, I love him!”

He lead me to the bed since I began falling to the floor in his arms. He shushed me, rubbing my back.

“You didn’t do anything, I did this. Sam’s at fault, I’m at fault. Not you.” He said firmly.

I weeped. Picturing what almost happened and what transpired with Sam and his ex in the next room the night before.

“Y/N, I am miserable right now. I almost took advantage of your vulnerability because I lost the love of my life. I betrayed my brother, don’t blame yourself right now. Please. I will make this better.” The last sentence was said in a new tone than it was in the elevator.

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I woke up to knocking on the door. The room was pitch black, my face was damp, and my throat was sore.

The knocking turned into banging.

“JAKE, LET ME THE FUCK IN. YOU PIECE OF SHIT, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR.” The banging persisted, and the voice was familiar. It was Sam.

My body was frozen, I felt Jake rustle beside me.

“Stay here.” He said, making his way through the dark, turning on a lamp on his way to the banging door.

I sat up, and looked at my phone on the nightstand, I tapped it to see any notifications. My phone was completely blown up from Sam and even a few texts and calls from Danny.

“Please answer Y/N”

“Y/N”

“Hey”

“Y/N, Sam is trying to call you, he’s going crazy right now, he’s not telling anyone anything. What happened? Are you with Jake? He’s trying his phone too. Just let me know if you’re okay.”

Jake opened the door, and Sam busted through, immediately attacking Jake.

“YOU THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT?” Sam yelled as he threw a punch at Jake, who was dodging his fists, telling him to calm down.

“YOU LET YOUR RELATIONSHIP FALL APART SO YOU TAKE MY GIRLFRIEND? DID YOU FUCK HER? THE FUCKING TOUR BUS DRIVER TOLD ME HE SAW YOU WITH HER.” He pushed Jake up against the wall. Sam hasn’t even looked towards the bed, where I was.

Sam had Jake by the collar of his shirt, I was frozen.

“Sam.” His name escaped my lips, raspy.

He turned around. Eyes blood shot, hair a mess. He let out a breathy, sarcastic laugh. He turned to Jake and raised his fist, aiming for his face. Jake, again, dodged his brothers fist, and finally used his strength to throw Sam to the floor.

“JAKE!” I screamed, finally being able to jump up. Jake looked at me while Sam struggled beneath him, cursing at him. Jake gave Sam a firm gaze, holding him down.

“YOU FUCKED HER? YOU FUCKING TOUCHED HER?” Sam yelled.

“I could’ve but I didn’t. Because I fucking love you, and I love her. And YEAH, I am miserable right now, I wanted to take her from you because of it, but what the fuck is your excuse?” He spat through his teeth. Sam writhed underneath him.

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON Y/N, I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO HER,” Sam yelled “Y/N, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME.” Jake let Sam go. He stood up in front of me.

“I didn’t sleep with her, I didn’t kiss her, I didn’t even hug (her name), PLEASE believe me, listen to me, LOOK AT ME.” He said, tearfully, shaking me by my sides as I struggled to keep eye contact.

I finally caved. I nodded in return. Waiting for him to continue. Jake gave me a kind smile, and patted Sam’s shoulder. He told us he’d be in Josh’s room if he needed us, and left.

Sam led me to sit on the foot of the bed. He held my hands and continued to speak.

“She was on tour, like I said she would be. She told me that one of our roadies and her had a fling after her and I split two years ago. She said she wasn’t expecting to see him again and it was hard to avoid him because he was working close with James’ team.” He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to let him continue. I nodded.

“She said she was scared of what he would do if they were alone because he threatened her, I told her she could hang around us. I have no say in who’s fired, I tried to relay it to our tour manager but he said that the roadie was one of his best employees and wasn’t dropping him this far into tour because of something that can’t be proven. I was stupid. It was a way in. Last night she said he said something about knowing which room she was staying in…”

Again, I nodded. He hasn’t broke eye contact, or tried to retrace his story… He was telling the truth, and I let him continue just that.

“I didn’t want to deal with her, believe this. But our tour manager was being a dick, I know she’s not the talent and doesn’t have needs in their eyes, but I felt obligated to help. I told her to come to my room, stay there the night, and I’d go to Dannys… She came to my room, and immediately, I knew something was up, Y/N. She started asking about you, and how serious we were. I asked her what her intentions were. She joked to get me back. I told her to get out, but she wouldn’t. She insisted that the story about her and this roadie was still true, and she wanted me to protect her. I left her in my room, and I slept in our photographers room. I knew that if I slept in Danny’s, she wouldn’t end this till she got in. And as for her shirt, one of mine was missing from my suitcase, I assumed she took one of mine to sleep in and left hers for me to find. And baby, I’m so sorry that you found it. That’s awful.” He put his hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at him.

“You don’t have to believe me, I know this sounds like a load of bullshit. But please, ask anyone. Anyone you want. They’ll tell you what impression I fell under.” His eyes pleaded with mine. Even though it was hard to give into him after this entire day, my gut was telling me that he was telling the truth.

“Sam,” I tried to find what I was going to say next. That I believe him and that I love him of course, but I couldn’t say that without being honest about what almost transpired between Jake and myself. He waited patiently.

“I almost did something unforgivable tonight, to spite you.” I continued. His chest physically sunk, and his eyes welled up.

“Almost? Not just Jake?” He spoke, loosening his tight grip on my hands.

“I’m not proud.” I teared up. My voice was still raspy.

He cleared his throat, letting out a sigh, opening his mouth to ask “How far?”

“He asked me to come here and I did-“ I started, but Sam put his hand on my thigh, trying to get me back on track.

“Baby, how far?” He said firmly, but still sadly, nonetheless.

“He kissed my cheek in the elevator… when he got to the room, he kissed me here from behind.” I ran my fingers along my shoulder, showing him where. His face was stoic. He looked at my cheek and then my shoulder.

“He stopped when he realized it’s not what I wanted. I promise he did, Jake is not at fault. He feels like he is, he says he is. He’s just lost right now. He doesn’t want me like that, nor do I want him. I never did. It’s always and only been you, Sam. I was in such a bad place. My life felt like it was over.” I began to weep again.

He pulled me into his lap, let me cry, and held me… Like he always did. He kissed the top of my head while I soaked his shirt in my tears.

“It’s okay. Him and I will talk, but you and I are okay, baby.” Sam let out. I was relieved, but still felt like it wasn’t.

“I’m so so-“ I tried to reply, but he stopped me with a kiss. He let me go and looked deeply into my eyes.

“Don’t you say sorry. I’m sorry. I could’ve told you from the jump. But I was so in my own head about that night and I took it out on you.” He kissed away what tears were on my face and stroked my hair.

He always knew how to make me feel at ease, and right now I did… For the first time all day.

“And by the way, I was texting her earlier to never show her face around me again. You’re more than welcome to look-“ He said, reaching for his phone, but I shook my head in protest.

“Not now…” I said softly, looking into his eyes. He placed his hands back where they were, supporting me in almost a cradling like position.

“Sammy.” I spoke out. Knowing he knows I only call him ‘Sammy’ when I’m feeling soft.

“Yes, Baby doll?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Take me to bed?” I rasped. He smiled and leaned forward to me, into a passionate kiss. His tongue dipped between my lips, searching for mine. I let out a small whimper, and he let out a deep moan in return.

He kicked off his shoes, while I transitioned from his arms to straddling his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. I started to grind my throbbing, clothed pussy onto the denim covering his hardening bulge. His hands made their way onto my ass, guiding me on top of him. We let out moans and soft laughs in between our passionate kisses.

I took his bottom lip between my teeth, earning a low groan from my beautiful boy. He lightly tapped my ass.

“Lay down, baby.” He instructed, and I did as I was told. Resting my head onto the pillow, I looked up at him… He was undoing the buttons on his shirt. I leaned forward, helping him. Once the buttons were undone, I worked it down his shoulders. I went to undo the buckle on his belt, but he moved my hands away, and had me lean back by gently pushing me.

“I’m taking care of you.” He said firmly. I thought of how Jake said this earlier, but the truth is, only Sam could.

I blushed under his gaze while he removed his pants, leaving him in his briefs. His cock was rock hard, Sam caught me looking at it pulse for me. I bit my lip lightly and went to cover my face, squirming my legs beneath him.

“Don’t be shy, now” He let out a little laugh and so did I. He began undressing me, removing my dress, then my slip. He looked down at me in my bra and panties. Completely flushed and exposed, just for him. I opened my legs while he got between them.

“Sammy,” I began. His eyes traveled up my body and landed on my bashful gaze.

“Hmm?” He hummed, running his hands up and down my thighs.

“I love you too. I didn’t really answer you before…” I said, still trying to make things right.

He smiled lightly and pushed air through his nose.

“I know you do, my girl. Don’t worry.” He replied looking up at me. He began to slowly remove my black lace panties. Once they were discarded, I let out a shakey breath… Sam laid down next to me and gave me a tender kiss. He spread my legs wider for him. He took some of the wetness from my core and dragged it to my clit.

He began rubbing it just the way I like it. Immediately, I’m saying his name over again. He dips his skillful fingers into my pussy, toying at my g spot. He alternates between my clit and pussy while kissing my mouth, and slowly moving open mouthed kisses down my neck.

I pulled the lace of my thin bra down, exposing my hardened nipple. I start squeezing the sensitive bud, suddenly it’s replaced with Sammy’s wet mouth. His hand is solely focused on my clit while his tongue works my nipple. I reach my hand down to his throbbing cock. I cant think of anything more intoxicating than the thought of him deep inside me.

He moans onto my nipple, creating vibrations that intensify the sensation.

“Sammy, I need you, please.” I let out, desperately.

He releases my nipple and doesn’t let go of my clit while now, starting to lean over me.

“Aw, look at you.” He says, looking down at me, grinding into his hand, squeezing the nipple he just had in his mouth between my fingers.

“My girl wants it rough, huh? My pretty girl wants me to cum inside her perfect little pussy, right?” It doesn’t matter how sweet Sammy can be, he loves to see me fall apart for him. He wants to see me cry for him, beg for him. Always loving a show put on for him.

“Yes, Sammy, baby please, I need it, give it to me.” I moaned out, feeling like I could cum just watching him drool at the sight of me. He removed his hand from my clit and removed his briefs. His cock sprung up for me. He positioned himself between my legs.

He kissed my forehead, lining himself up with me, before sinking into my aching pussy. The sounds alone from my wetness were enough to prove how much I needed him. He fucked into me, bringing his hand to my clit once more.

He kissed me deeply, pulled away, and looked into my eyes.

“I love you,” He groaned while pumping in and out of me.

“I love you too.” I moaned, unintentionally tightening my walls around him. My arms were around his neck, while his chains danced from his chest onto my neck.

We both moaned into each other’s mouths, he brought up his other hand to relax my jaw into a more opened position.

He let a slow, string of spit into my mouth, earning a pornographic moan from me as I swallowed it. He mouth hung open while watching me do so as he continued to fuck deeper into my pussy.

His fingers sped up on my clit and he sped up his pace while hitting my g spot. I felt a familiar knot in my stomach, and he could tell I was close by my walls clenching and face alone.

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my dick, let it out, little girl, let it go for me.” He cooed as I came. I wrapped my legs around his torso, tightening them with each second of my release.

I felt his cock twitch inside of me.

“Cum inside me, Sammy, give it to me, please, please-“ I panted. And with that, he came deep inside of me. Moaning and panting, sweat beads on his forehead, pressing his to mine. He found my lips and kissed me hungrily, like he was starving for my mouth.

Our eyes were still teary eyed from earlier but extra teary for the passionate love making we just shared. He collapsed on top of me. Pulling himself out of me, he rolled onto the side of my body, now pulling me into him.

“I love you, so so much, Y/N.” He said softly.

“I love you so much more, Sammy.”

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aurorangen · 5 months

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What concerned Bryce had more to do with Vince's family and the future rather than the dangers from his past.

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A strange woman wearing all black who held onto his keys for a bit too long. What could be going on here?

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[Bryce stayed calm and composed in this situation. He didn't want to ruin this good night, so he kept the conversation going saying he did know her. But he needed to speak to Renee alone. Leilani could tell this from Bryce's expression and so she asked Vincent for a tour of the restaurant, to give them some alone time]

Renee: Dad you look worried, what's wrong? Don't tell me it's to do with Vince… Bryce: Please don't get upset with me darling but [heavy sigh] are you sure about Vince? Renee: Why are you asking me that? From the dinner, you seemed to really like him.

Bryce: I know. I do really like him, but I'm not so sure about his Mum or his family even. Renee: [gets upset] What does that have anything to do about our relationship? Bryce: His Mum and I have history. Let's just say she cheated on me, so I don't have a good feeling-

Renee: [stands up] What?! You didn't say any of that just then! I didn't even know you dated anyone else. Bryce: That's all in the past. You don't need to know any of it. Renee…we can see that Vince makes you happy and your happiness is what matters the most to us. But I want you to be careful with him ok?

Renee: Dad...not everyone is like their parents. I think you're seeing too much of his Mum in him and you're judging him based on that along with your past experience. He's his own person. Like you said, it's all in the past. From the way Vince talks about her, surely things have changed and she's not the same person you knew.

Bryce: [hugs her] Renee, I'm looking out for you, I don't want you to get hurt again. Renee: He won't hurt me Dad. Vince is a good guy. Even Billy says that and don't you trust him? Bryce: [reflects back on his own words] You're right. I trust him with my whole heart.

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[Vincent reaches for his pocket to answer a call and drops his car keys] ?: [picks up keys and holds onto to them for a second too long] Sir, you dropped your keys. Vincent: Oh thanks. [to himself] Why's she looking at me like that?

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #postcard legacy #postcard gen 3 #renee reichmann #bryce reichmann #keys...unlock...mystery...secrets...hint #car key...cars...travel...navigation...tracking #*cough cough*#im so random #a post i call him vincent another vince #or i feel like its a vinny post today 😂#im using the same words #felix told bryce in an older post! this time renee is telling him! hes #seeing too much payton in him letting that make his assumptions #but also bryce is right he is just looking out for renee to be careful

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morganofthewildfire · 1 year

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Daisy Jones & The Six Rant

Okay, so pardon anyone who follows me who has not read Daisy Jones & The Six because I am about to do a mini rant

So - I absolutely adored this book, and I've read it multiple times already in the past week, but I feel like I have a controversial opinion regarding Camila

I want to start off by saying I respect the hell out of her for how strongly she wants to protect her kids and care for her kids, she's an amazing mother... but I don't think she was an amazing wife

and I'm not trying to say billy was a good husband, because obviously he was not, he was a shitshow for a while there, which is part of my reasoning - I think their relationship was a tad toxic

take this scene for example: after the almost kiss with Daisy when Billy is remembering when Camila cheated on him with someone from high school, and they just never talked about it

they both claim the foundation of their relationship is trust, and how trust is what makes them strong, but I personally think their definition of "trust" is a little skewed

it's not trust to let your spouse go cheat on you and then just letting them have their "secrets"

Trust is having faith that they wont do things like that to hurt you

Believing that they’ll always choose you and always love you and never betray you like that

They both broke each other’s trust, billy when he cheated on her and when he fell for daisy, and camila when she cheated on him too

None of that is okay, none of that is “trust”, it’s bad to pretend it is

And then this part: when Camila goes and talks to Daisy at the end

She admits fully that billy is in love with daisy

Says it outright

But says that she doesn’t care and that they’re “strong and healthy” marriage is just better than that, not even taking Billy’s feelings into account

Shouldn’t you care that your husband loves someone else? Either for your sake or for his sake?

I would not be okay with it, I would have more self respect, and even if I didn’t I would want him to be happy if I was that in love with him

It’s also just always lumping camila and the kids together, maybe it’s a bit modern of an idea but billy can be an amazing dad and not love camila anymore, daisy can be an amazing step mom and they can all be happy, camila can find someone who actually cares about her the way she wants and not someone who stays with her out of obligation and guilt

And also it’s just very unfair to daisy

All of this is

Especially when camila essentially kicks her out of the band, not considering the fact that that’s really all daisy has, the band is her family

Daisy needed help yes, she needed to get sober, and that kick from camila was very beneficial for her, but it was selfish of camila at the same time

It’s just all very frustrating

and I do believe daisy needed to get sober before she and billy had an actual chance at a healthy relationship, they way she was during the events of the book would be bad for both of them, but that doesn't mean it would never work out

I think understanding is extremely important in a relationship, and daisy and billy understand each other more than camila ever really did; she understood what he was and what he was like, but at the same time didn't you know? idk it's very nuanced

i just don't think camila was right in that situation, and i don't think she should be praised for how she was as a wife - a mother, definitely, she was just doing what she thought was best for her kids, but it also really wasn't you know?

and I'm also not saying billy never loved camila, because he very obviously did, i just don't think it lasted when the strain of touring came along and when daisy came along. After all, I do believe that if you truly loved the first person, you never would've fallen in love with the second

I think Billy loved his kids, and the idea of a fully family, especially because he had no father growing up, i just think that loss is partially what kept him so devoted

anyway 😂 here's Daisy/Billy pictures from the show because i literally cannot wait to see them together

#daisy jones and the six #dj&ts #djats #daisybilly #daisy jones #billy dunne

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mzannthropy · 5 months

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I absolutely agree that Camilly>>>> Daisybilly. Also Edmila. I'm just gonna pretend none of the cheating happen. Also, what do you think about fics that make Billy a bad father? I hate them lol. Billy was there for Julia's plays,soccer games, and to see her grow into an adult. You can tell he loved her.

(This got long...)

Thanks, it's good to see someone still cares about Billy x Camila! Tbh I've been thinking that I probably misunderstood the story, which is not unlike me with the way my mind works, but the thing is, I was only in it bc of Sam Claflin. I would never have had picked the book up if he hadn't been cast in the series. I barely care about real 70s bands, never mind fictional, and I didn't know anything about Fleetwood Mac (in fact I only started listening to them bc of DJATS and, funnily enough, I saw that 1997 performance on TV which they just happened to show at the time when the filming of DJATS was going on--but I didn't think anything of it. Don't those two hate each other?). That's my kind of longwinded way of saying that I had no idea I was supposed to ship Daisy and Billy, especially as I rooted for Camila right from the beginning. I'm also much older than majority of the fandom and have one failed marriage under my belt already, so I see things differently.

I think that Camila liked the rockstar side of Billy, hence why she was able to overlook some things (after all, this was the 70s), bc she knew he would always come home to her. Relationships are laundry and taxes, not omG tHE wAY thEY LooK aT eAcH OthEr on stage, but I guess that's not cool enough for the show. I'm not a fanfic person, actually, I read maybe about three a year (and that's only short ones) and with the exception of Jane Eyre, I don't write any (I prefer writing original). Occasionally I check AO3 for some particular piece of media or a ship, just to see what's there (in fact I did so twice in the last week, once for a particular pairing in a L.M. Montgomery book and once for all The Count of Monte Cristo fics, Sam's next project). I've never looked at any DJATS fics ever and I'd rather not know. So I didn't know there were fics that made Billy a bad father. I suppose people can write what they want, if they need to make Billy worse for their preferred ship to exist, well, they're free to do so, if it makes them happy. I loathe cheap, lazy plot devices and villainisation for the sake of making the protagonist look better, or making the reader/viewer care about the author's favourite pairing. I tend to feel the exact opposite of what the writer(s) want me to feel. So merely hearing about the Billy as bad father fics makes me hate them, lol.

It's not true, anyway. The show didn't exactly do Billy any favours with erasing the twins, bc in the book, he was with Camila while she was giving birth to them, holding her hand etc, in contrast to Julia's birth. But even so, we have some evidence of him being a better dad, like when he rang Camila while on the Aurora tour and wanted to hear Julia just sleeping. They could have done more and I suspect they really did, that there were more scenes that they eventually cut. Idk, but this picture just makes me think there must have been more. Who knows...

So while he may not have been the world's best dad, he was not a bad one either. After all, as I started saying lately, (about real people but it goes for fictional too), people can be more than one thing.

Saying that, Eddie gives me mild incel vibes. If Camila wanted to be with Eddie, she'd be with him. "I'd choose you over everyone" means nothing, it's just words. It was a bit of a lazy shortcut for Camila to cheat with him, but that's just one of the show's sins. They gave Camila a creative profession and then did a fuck all with it, like why couldn't she have connected with a fellow photographer? Like that dude she talked to in the dark room or whoever it was.

I wonder if soon we'll start seeing articles on Screen Rant et al about how "wrong we were to ship Billy and Daisy and how emotional affairs ruin the lives of everyone around them" or something similar. More likely, though, the show will fade into obscurity which I will honestly be thankful for. I'm glad that Sam got what he needed out of it (he talked about it in interviews) and I'm glad Camila got some recognition, she just won a breakthrough award at Critics Choice and I'm glad Suki and the others got to be in it and the songs are good, and I wish them well, and I wish the writers a very hope your pens break and drafts get deleted and I hope Hello Sunshine burns down.

#billy dunne #billy x camila #camila dunne #answered #bad writing #bad fanservice

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warmaidensrevenge · 1 year

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Always seen you.

Pairings: Eddie x Insecure! Plus size reader x friend! Elio x friend Billy

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/n: Hello loves. Welcome back to my series. This is part 18. If you would like to read the parts before. You can access them in the link above. I updated it with every post. I would like to give a special thank you to @salenorona23 for helping me with this next part of the series. I was inspired by the song Sad! by xxxtentacion. I would Also like to point out that this official became my longest fic since I started on Tumblr. So yay!! Maybe it's going on a little too long. But I still love it. And I hope you do too. Anywho, thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Comments and asks are always welcome. Kay love ya byeeee.

P.s. this part was actually too long. That Tumblr said I hit the maximum words. So I cut it in half. I will post the second part immediately.

Warnings: 18+ language, fluff, angst, heartache, sexual situations, mentions of eating disorder, slow burn and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: You finally got your guy. But something always gets in the way. Does true love conquer all?

Part 18

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The moment Eddie saw and heard Ava call him that he covered up the receiver.

" How many FUCKING times do I have to tell you to not call me that?! You know my girlfriend is the only one who's allowed to. And what are you doing in my room?!"

" I'm sorry Eddie baby. I forgot."

" Seriously Ava. I've had it up to here with you."

" Aww don't be that way. I just wanted to ask again if you wanted to come to dinner with us."

" GET THE HELL OUT!"

" You don't have to be rude!"

"AVA!" Jan yelled. "LEAVE EDDIE ALONE!"

Ava scoffed. " I was just asking-"

" IF YOU DON'T LEAVE RIGHT NOW, SO HELP ME?" Eddie shouted again.

" FINE! Be that way." Ava shouted back, stomping away.

" Baby?"

When Eddie didn't get a response. He called out again.

" Y/n...Angel, are you there?" He clicked the button on the base of the phone to see if it was the connection. But then he heard that beeping when someone hangs up.

" Shit!"

Eddie dialed you again but all he got was a busy tone.

"FUCK!"

He tried four more times and still nothing.

" Baby please." He said to himself.

He tried you all night. But all he was met with was that stupid fucking beeping.

The next morning he finally got the voicemail.

" Baby, please. I can explain. Just call me back. I swear that was nothing. I love you okay."

When you didn't call him back he left another message.

" Angel. Look. Please call me back. I really need to talk to you. Please."

A couple of days passed and you still didn't talk to him. He worried that the relationship was over. And there was no way in hell he was going to let that happen. So he left the tour and got on a plane.

It was just a few days before your anniversary and all you could do was lay in bed. You took the phone off the hook when Eddie kept calling.

You couldn't talk to him yet. You needed time to think. He couldn't be cheating on you with Ava. Could he? He promised to never be alone with her. But then why was she there? And why the hell did he let her call him Eds?

Elio tried to comfort you by saying it was probably just a misunderstanding. But all you could hear was Ava calling him baby. And asking if he was gonna come.

The day before your anniversary Elio came into the room and hit you in the head with a pillow.

" Ouch! What was that for?!"

" Get up and get dressed. We're going out."

" Ugh. No, I just want to sleep."

He hit you again. " Nope. You've been sleeping for the past two days. It's time to get up now."

You pointed a finger at him." If you hit me one more time. I swear I'm gonna kick your ass."

" Ohhh you're sexy when you're angry."

You rolled your eyes.

" Common. Seriously. Get up. Let's go get a drink and dance."

" E, I don't want to. Can we just order Chinese and watch a movie or something?"

" No. You need this. You need to dance the sadness away."

" I don't want to dance."

Elio pouted knowing full well that you would never say no to a pout.

" Fine!" You said standing up and heading for the closet.

Elio smiled. " Great. Now wear something sexy."

You whipped your head towards him. " Umm no. That wasn't a requirement."

" It is now. Just dress in your prettiest dress and let your hair down."

" Uhh do I have to?"

" Yes. If you look good. You'll feel good."

" Uhhh can't argue with that logic." You said sarcastically.

Elio pushed you slightly " Just get dressed and let's go."

" Okay…okay. No need to get violent."

" Oh you want violence. I'll show you violence." He said putting you in a headlock.

You quickly put your leg behind his and pushed him down.

" Don't try me E. I have an older brother who used to wrestle with me all the time. And Eddie showed me a few moves."

Elio gave you a thin lip smile when you said his name.

When you realized what you said you cleared your throat. You held out your hand to help him to his feet. You felt like you were gonna cry again so you turned around and went to change.

When you came out of the restroom you were wearing a powder blue dress with little red flowers on the skirt part.

" Wow. You look great."

You gave Elio a small smile and followed him out the room.

…

" Oh my God! Did you see that one guy in the suit?"

You laughed. " E, he was totally hitting on you."

" No thank you. I prefer them with a full head of hair."

You laughed again shoulder bumping him.

" Thank you for dragging me out of bed. I had a really great time."

" You can thank me later."

You turned your head to look at him.

" What?"

You guys rounded the corner of the dorm building and Elio pointed to the front steps.

Your heart fell to your ass. Eddie fucking Munson was sitting on the steps holding a bouquet of flowers.

You stopped and Elio whispered in your ear.

" You love him. So go talk to him."

" What? How?"

" I talked to him the other day."

" You did?"

" Yeah. I explained everything."

You looked at Eddie and felt tears coming.

" Go talk to him."

" I…"

"Go."

You nodded.

" I'll be back tomorrow."

" And where are you going?"

" Oh me?" He leaned back. " I have a date."

He gave you a smirk and walked away.

You took a deep breath before you went to Eddie. Just seeing him had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Your palms all sweaty and your face feeling hot.

" Hi Eddie."

He looked up and for a split second you caught a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. But then he gave you such a sweet smile. That you forgot why you even stopped talking to him.

He stood up and jogged the few steps to you.

" Hey Angel. You look beautiful."

" No you."

He chuckled a little and started rubbing the back of his neck. " I uhhh these are for you."

He held out the flowers. It was a mixture of roses and sunflowers.

" Thank you. " You said just above a whisper.

You brought the flowers up to your nose and smelled them.

" They're erm I'm sorry/ I've missed you/ I love you flowers."

You looked at Eddie and his smile was gone. He ran his fingers through his hair then rubbed his chin. He was growing a full on beard.

" What are you doing here?" You asked.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground.

" I…I was supposed to come tomorrow and surprise you for our anniversary. But umm…well I needed to see you."

You were quiet. You didn't know what to say. A part of you wanted to just jump in his arms. But the other part was telling you to wait. To listen to what he had to say.

" Baby." He sighed. " Why didn't you tell me Elio was gay?"

You shook your head and looked away. " I was going to. There's a lot I wanted to tell you. But…you were busy."

Eddie reached for your chin to make you look at him.

" I-I should have believed you when you said nothing was going on…I'm sorry for everything."

" Me too. I'm really sorry for not being honest with you from the start. But Eddie…what is going on with you and Ava?"

Eddie let go of your chin when he saw tears in your eyes. " Angel, I know how what happened seemed like something it wasn't. And I get it if you're still pissed at me. " He took a step towards you.

" Y/n I swear to you. Nothing-"

You cut him off by landing a kiss on his lips. His hands shot up to cup your face as he kissed you back.

You pulled away first but Eddie wrapped his long arms around you so you wouldn't go anywhere.

You looked at his beard and smiled.

Eddie smirked when he saw you bite your lip.

" You like it?"

You met his beautiful big eyes and nodded.

He let out a nose laugh. " I knew you would."

" Do…do you want to come up?"

" I would love to. But what about Elio?"

" He said he has a date. He won't be back tonight."

Eddie smiled to himself and ran his finger over your bottom lip. "I missed these lips."

" Then kiss me and don't stop."

He chuckled. " Anything my queen commands."

He kissed you deeply and with such tenderness you just melted right into him.

When things got heated you pulled away again and grabbed his hand leading him to the room.

As you changed you got sad again. You needed to ask Eddie something

Eddie sat on your bed looking at all the pictures you had of you two. He took off his leather jacket and boots. You came out of the bathroom in baggie clothes and your hair in a high bun. Eddie missed seeing you like this. In your glasses, completely comfortable.

You went to sit with him and started fidgeting with your fingers.

" Eddie?"

Eddie got sad too. You hadn't called him Ed's at all.

"Yeah?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. " Why was Ava in your room? And why did she call you what I call you?"

Eddie put his big hand on yours. " She uhh she came in to ask if I wanted to go to dinner with her and the others…and she's been trying to call me that for a while. But I ripped her a new one for it. I've been telling her to stop. But she keeps on doing it…I don't know what to do anymore."

You nodded but didn't say anything.

" You believe me right?"

" I...Yes. I just can't shake the feeling she's going to try something."

"Y/n look at me."

You took a deep breath and met his brown hues.

" I don't know what I can say to convince you other than I won't let that happen. You're the one for me. The only one I want to be with…that's why I came. I came here for you. I cancelled two shows to be here with you."

Eddie put one of your hands over his heart. " This is yours. And it beats just for you."

You closed your eyes and hung your head.

Why did you have to say that?

When Eddie saw that. He was confused. Was that not what you wanted to hear?

" Do you not feel the same?"

You sniffled and pressed your lips together.

" I do."

"Then what's wrong baby?"

You shook your head. " I'm tired of this. I'm tired of fighting with you when we're not together. I'm tired of getting hurt so often. I'm tired of worrying if I'm still enough for you."

Eddie let go of your hand and tried to look you in the eye.

" Why does it sound like you're breaking up with me?"

Your eyes shot up. " What?! No Eddie. I don't want to break up."

" Then what are you saying?"

You reached for his face. But pulled away before you touched him.

" Eddie, I love you. But if we're gonna stay together. Something has to change."

" Do you want me to quit the band? Because I will."

You laughed a little. " Eddieee. No. What I want us to do is communicate. I know I screwed up by not telling you about Elio as soon as I found out. Then that would have saved us two arguments. Also I apologize for not talking to you when I should've. You're just as important to me as I am to you. "

You stood up and kneeled in front of him. You grabbed both his hands and kissed each one before looking up at him.

" Eds. I can't imagine my life without you."

" Promise?"

You laughed again and sniffled holding up your pinky.

Instead of hooking your finger with his, Eddie kissed you. He pulled you to your feet without moving his lips from yours. You held onto his narrow hips as he gently tugged at your hair tie.

He pulled away and looked down at you. Lips all pink and swollen, trying to catch his breath.

You looked down and went for his belt. He leaned back and took off his shirt.

Once he was in his boxers, he took off your shirt and kissed down your neck. All the way down to your plush belly. He got down on his knees and went for the hem of your bottoms. While sliding them down your thick thighs he kissed every inch he could.

His voice was soft but deep. " Hold onto me baby."

Your hands went to his shoulders so he could give you support when you stepped out of your undergarments.

Eddie's fingers ran up and down your legs, causing goosebumps in their wake.

"My beautiful Angel."

Your head fell back feeling his lips and hands everywhere. He hadn't even touched you between your legs yet and he had you almost there.

Eddie watched your every move. He listened to every whimper. He didn't know how badly he needed to hear and see that. And from the only person he wanted it with.

He stood up and put a hand behind your head. Pulling you softly into another kiss.

He felt your warm soft hands on his chest. Slowly going down to his boxers.

When your fingers hooked the elastic Eddie kissed you harder. Swirling his tongue against yours. Tugging at your bottom lip gently. Sucking on it before letting it go. You pulled your lip in and sucked it.

His boxers dropped to the ground and he kicked them away.

Your hands found his curls as he moved backwards to sit on the bed.

You didn't straddle him immediately. You just continued to play with his hair and beard. As his hands and lips went all over your body.

" Eds?"

Eddie hummed.

" Please don't hurt me with Ava."

His lips left your tummy and he looked up at you with sadness in his eyes again.

" Never."

You held up your pinky.

With his eyes never leaving yours. Eddie hooked his pinky with yours.

" I pinky promise….I only want you Angel. Just you…always."

You bent over a little and kissed him with all the love you could find. And Eddie did too.

He scooted higher on the bed so that his back was against the headboard of the bed, holding out his arms for you.

You climbed into his lap and kissed him again. This time with much more heat than the last one. Tongues massaging each other. Bottom lips being tugged on and soothed.

Eddie held onto your bottom as you got to your knees, spreading yourself for him.

He grabbed his aching cock and aligned himself with your entrance, that was already soaking wet for him.

You sighed deeply as you sank down to his lap. Eddie's fingers dug deep into the flesh of your hips. He groaned feeling your warm velvet walls hug him. Feeling them contract around him was ecstasy.

" God." He moaned.

Your soft whimpers drove him crazy. Your warm soft body was a blanket to him. One that he loved to dawn on every chance he got.

You started rolling your hips against his. Searching for bliss that only he could provide.

" I'm yours baby. Only yours."

You moaned at his words. Breathless whines left your lips as you got close.

" And I'm yours Eds. All-all of me. My-my heart...my mind...my body...it's yours."

" I love you. I love you so much."

You slowed your movements feeling Eddie fill you to the brim. Mixing with your love.

You rolled off once you caught your breath. With him pulling you into his arms.

" I love you y/n."

" Always?"

Eddie kissed your forehead. " Always and forever."

…

The few days Eddie spent with you were perfect like always. Then he had to leave you again. You would never admit it. But everytime he left, it broke your heart in ways that couldn't be repaired. So you slapped a bandaid on it and focus on school

A week after he left you got a call that the van's tires came in. Elio smiled when he talked to Billy.

" He sounds hot."

" Umm. Yeah. He's pretty cute. He's definitely your type."

" Is that so?" He smirked. " Well let's go see if I can get a date for tonight's party."

You giggled and grabbed the keys.

When you guys got to the shop, Billy was outside smoking. Greeting you with a gorgeous smile.

" Hey sweets."

Elio looked at you and frowned.

" Umm hi."

" Who's this? Your boyfriend?" Billy asked, giving Ellio a handshake.

" No. No. she's my friend…I'm single." Elio winked.

Billy chuckled and looked at you. " You look nice today."

You furrowed your brow and looked at your pajama bottoms and oversized shirt.

" Uhh thanks."

You met his gaze again and he was giving you a beautiful smile.

" So umm ready for some new tires?"

You nodded.

" Great. Pull her in."

As soon as Billy turned around, Elio nudged you.

" What?" You said walking back to the van.

" Well he's not gay."

" How do you know that?"

" We who prefer the same sex can always tell if someone is or isn't. Besides he was totally eye fucking you."

" No he wasn't. He was just being pleasant."

" Yeah…okay."

You rolled your eyes and drove the van in.

When Billy was working you and Ellio went to get ice cream. He suggested you get Billy some too. To see how he reacts. You didn't think it was a good idea. But Ellio bought him a vanilla cone anyway.

When you guys got back Billy had his shirt off and was lighting another cigarette.

" Hey you. Umm we got you an ice cream. Thought you might want something to cool you down."

" Thanks bud."

Billy took the cone and started licking it. Making eye contact with you.

You looked away and felt the heat rise from your chest to your cheeks.

When Billy saw that he tilted his head back and laughed to himself.

" Ready to go."

" Hmm?" You said looking at him again.

" Your van… she's ready."

" Oh- okay. Thank you."

When he handed you the keys his fingers touched yours. Giving you a shock of static electricity. You jumped and dropped the keys.

" Shit. Sorry sweets."

Billy squatted down and picked them up. When he looked up at you he licked the ice cream again. The way he did it. You could tell he was trying to seduce you.

When he handed them back you cleared your throat.

" Can't lose these. My boyfriend would have a fit."

Billy stood up and changed his demeanor. " So you do have a boyfriend?"

You nodded.

There was an awkward silence until Ellio decided he didn't like it.

" Yeah. He's in a band."

Billy looked away from you to Ellio. " Really?"

" Yeah. He's on tour right now."

" Huh. Would I know them?" Billy asked looking back at you.

You smiled thinking of Eddie and the guys. " Not yet. But you will soon. I can feel it. They're close to having the world hear them."

Billy liked that. Like the way your face lit up with enthusiasm talking about them. His only wish was that you didn't have a boyfriend. Even with that knowledge. He still wanted to get to know you.

" Well if they're metal I'm sure I'll like them."

Your smile got bigger. " They are."

Billy couldn't help the smile that grew on him seeing you happy. He didn't even know you but he knew he loved seeing you like that.

" So…Bily is it." Elio interrupted the little moment you and Billy had.

" Yeah man?"

Elio laughed. " So I'm throwing a dorm party tonight. You should come."

" Yeah? Will you be there?" He directed his question to you.

"She better. She lives with me."

" That's cool. So it's not gonna be a sausage fest?"

Elio laughed again. " No. But if that's what you're interested in, I can definitely change the invite list."

Billy chuckled nervously. " Uhh no. Coed parties are cool with me."

" Great! See you there."

Elio grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the van.

" Hold on E. I have to pay him. And he doesn't have the address."

" Damn. I was trying to build suspense."

You shook your head and went back to Billy.

" Umm do you have something I can write on?"

Billy pulled a pencil from behind his ear and grabbed the clipboard with your receipt on it. You quickly jotted down the address and pulled out your wallet.

You gave him the money and pulled off your copy of the receipt.

" See you later."

" Looking forward to it sweets."

You felt yourself blush as you walked away.

Maybe that wasn't a good idea.

That night your room was filled with people that you never met. You had no idea Elio had so many friends.

It got to the point where even the hallway was crowded. The music coupled with all the drunk coeds, it became a lot to absorb. You even had to kick out a couple making out in your bathroom so you could go. When you came back out there were people on your side of the room touching your pictures. You pushed through the crowd and snatched the frame out of their hands. When you looked over your things you saw that someone had knocked over and broke the snow globe Eddie got you from Arizona.

Tears filled your eyes. Sure it was just a snow globe. But Eddie knew you liked them so he bought you one when he could.

You picked up the broken glass and globe. You looked at it for a second then went outside. You sat on the steps and silently cried.

" Hey sweets. What's wrong?"

You looked up and Billy was coming towards you with a concerned look on his face.

" Oh ummm." You wiped away your tears. " It's nothing."

He sat down next to you. " If it's nothing. Then why are you crying?"

You sighed. " It's just." You showed him the broken globe. " It was a gift from my boyfriend."

" I'm sorry."

Billy was actually very sorry. He found out that night that he never wanted to see you sad.

" You know you can now make it into an ornament. You can just add some string around the cactus and hang it on the rearview mirror. Or on your Christmas tree when you put one up."

You smiled. " Yeah. That's a good idea."

" There she is…you're really beautiful when you smile."

You laughed knowing you looked like shit with mascara running down your face.

" Liar. But thanks for trying."

Billy shook his head and laughed too.

" So uhhh you want to go back to the party? Your friend might get suspicious."

" Yeah. He's probably dancing up a storm right now. Wondering where his dance partner is."

" Well let's not keep you away."

Billy stood up and held out his hand. You put all the pieces of the broken snow globe on one hand and took it. When you guys went back inside you broke off the remaining glass still attached to it and threw it in the garbage.

Still smiling at the cactus, you and Billy went up the stairs to the party.

Elio saw you with Billy and grinned. It was nice seeing you with him. Not that Ellio didn't like Eddie. He liked him a lot actually. The way he treated you when he was there was something Elio only saw with his parents. He knew Eddie loved you with all his heart. And he knew Eddie made you happy. So if you loved him, he loved him too. But he couldn't help but think that you and Billy would make some super cute babies.

When you guys finally got to one another, Elio pulled you to start dancing with him. You giggled when he spun you around. He grabbed Billy's hand after and made him dance too.

Billy was glad he came. Seeing you and Elio messing around was nice. Seeing you was nice.

Billy had to admit. He liked you. But you had a boyfriend. So he had to settle being your friend.

Over the next few weeks. Billy hung out with you and Elio nearly every day. He always brought with him two flowers. One for Elio and one for you.

You told Eddie all about how Billy helped with the van and asked if it was okay that you could be his friend. Eddie replied that you don't have to ask his permission. And that he trusted you completely.

One day you had asked Eddie if he could make it to an award banquet that you had to attend. You were receiving an award for your role in developing a disposable camera called The Fling. It was a great achievement for a freshman. So you and the other members of the team were being honored for the night. Include a few other engineers. But this was the first time an award came with money. Not that it mattered. You were doing just fine. But it was nice to put something in your savings.

Eddie was really sorry he couldn't come. He really was so proud of you. He always was. And he felt bad for missing the night. So he suggested you ask Elio or Billy.

Elio wanted to go too but he had a swim meet that day. And he wouldn't be back in time. Leaving you to ask your other friend.

Billy was happy to escort you to the dinner. More than that. It was the first time you and he spent time alone. Well kinda alone.

Billy had been holding his tongue for a while now. He really wanted to tell you that he had feelings for you. And there were so many times he found a small amount of courage to do so. But then you would bring up Eddie. Or Elio would. Making him change his mind.

It got harder and harder not to tell you that he was falling for you. But he always told himself that if he was your boyfriend and Eddie wanted to tell you he loved you. He would kill him. So he pushed his feelings for you deep down. He even started going on dates. Just to try and find a girl to distract him from you. But what he was searching for in all of them he could never find. That was because what he was looking for they didn't have.

They didn't have the smile that made him smile. They didn't have a laugh that sounded like music. They didn't have grace or humor. They weren't brilliant or geeky like you were. He just had to admit that what he was seeking was the stuff that made you, you.

Though it hurt him being around you. He couldn't not be.

When he arrived to pick you up you were wearing this beautiful off the shoulder burgundy cocktail dress. That was hugging you just right.

" Damn sweets! You clean up nice."

You smiled. " So do you. Where the hell did you find a suit so fast?"

" Borrowed my old man's. But I made it my own."

You looked at his outfit. With his Chuck Taylors and shirt that was showing most of his chest. " I see."

He laughed and opened your door for you. He of course had a flower for you.

" Thank you."

" You're welcome sweets."

Billy closed the door and walked over to the driver's side. When he got in he gave you a smirk.

"Ready?"

" No. But let's do this."

Billy nodded and took off.

…

" Did you get enough to eat?" Billy asked as soon as you guys got back in the car.

" Ugh. No. I don't understand rich people. Like no, this cracker and fish eggs is not enough. And a baked potato?! A potato and butter is not a meal….where's the salt and pepper? What about chives?"

Billy laughed while you shook your head.

"Okay. I was gonna say if you did. There's something wrong with you."

" Please. I like to eat. Obviously." You said gesturing at your large tummy.

" Stop it. You're beautiful. "

You raised a brow at him" I didn't say I wasn't. Just said I like to eat."

" Oh…confident are we?"

You gave him a toothy smile. " Sometimes."

" Well it works."

You gave him a playful push and laughed.

" Let me buy you pizza William."

He turned to look at you when you said his legal name.

" How did-"

" I know your name? Common. Billy is a nickname, sometimes it can be Bill, Will, Willie. Whatever you choose. But it's all short for William."

Billy grinned.

" So pizza?"

" Sure."

" Great! I hope you like extra pepperoni."

" That's all I ever get."

" Well that's perfect. Because I love pepperoni." You said with a smile

When you guys got the pizza you and Billy sat in the parking lot eating and talking.

" Okay okay. I got one. Gandalf versus the Scarlet witch. Annndd go."

" Oh shit….okay." you covered your mouth that was full of pizza.

You chewed vigorously so you could answer.

" Okay. Umm. I have to say. Gandalf."

" Why?" Billy said with one of his cheeks filled with pizza.

" Well let's look at the stats. Gandalf is higher in pretty much everything. Intelligence, strength, durability, and combat. Sure, Scarlett Witch is powerful. But, Gandalf is stronger and older."

Billy laughed. " Okay I agree with that."

You guys sat for a while going back and forth with hero vs hero.

" You know I think you and Eddie would get along."

"You think so?"

" Definitely."

There was a moment of silence.

" Can I ask you a question sweets?"

" Sure."

" Is it hard? Being in a relationship with someone you barely see."

You looked down at your lap. " Yes."

" Do… Do you ever want out?"

" No. What I want is for us to see each other more. But I've accepted that this is how it's going to be."

" Why settle for just that?"

" It's not settling. It's making the best of the situation. See I have loved Eddie for a long time. He was the only person I've ever really wanted to be with. He showed me what it's like to actually be seen. To be desired…Eddie has been everything I wanted in a person. I never believed in soul mates or anything like that. But when I look at him I see my other half."

Billy nodded. He wanted someone like that. Someone who sees him the way you saw Eddie.

" Eddie is a lucky guy."

You smiled. " I like to think I'm the lucky one. Everyone wants to find the one person who feels like home to them. And I was lucky enough to find mine."

Billy's heart sank. He felt that way about you. But he couldn't let himself say that. You were in love with Eddie. And he couldn't get between you two. No matter how he felt about you.

…

Eddie's birthday came up so fast. He was on the road again so you couldn't call him. But he did receive a package. He opened it and found a birthday card and a video tape.

He smiled and popped it in the vcr.

He was immediately met with Elio's face. He was setting up the camera. Elio made a funny face and stood back. Eddie watched as Elio sat on the bed with you.

" Happy birthday Eddieeee!" You both said with a smile.

He laughed.

You looked directly into the camera and gave him a big smile.

" I hope you have the best day Eds. I wish I could be there with you."

Me too. Eddie thought.

Elio got up and stepped out of frame.

" Eds, I can't wait to see you. I love you so much."

I love you too.

" So I really don't think I can top last year's birthday gift. But I'm gonna try…I've been working on a little something. Thanks to Billy I learned a new trick."

Eddie watched you get up and grab something. He grinned when you came back with an acoustic guitar.

"So this baby doesn't slay dragons. But I love her anyway. Her name is Shelia."

Eddie laughed.

He leaned forward on the bed when you started to pluck the guitar strings.

Eddie couldn't figure out what you were playing until you started to sing. You did your own slower acoustic version of Caught Up In You.

🎵

I never knew there'd come a day

When I'd be sayin' to you

"Don't let this good love slip away

Now that we know that it's true"

Don't, don't you know the kind of girl I am

No, said I'd never fall in love again

But it's real and the feeling comes shining through

So caught up in you, oh boy

And I never did suspect a thing

So caught up in you, ohh boy

That I never want to get myself free

And baby it's true

You're the one

Who caught me baby you taught me

How good it could be

🎵

Eddie started tearing up listening to you. And when you kept going, he fell in love all over again. When the song came to an end you looked back into the camera.

" I hope you liked it Eds. Happy birthday my love."

You got up and got closer to the camera.

" I miss you." You blew him a kiss. " Oh and have one for me."

Eddie looked up and saw Gareth in the door way with cupcakes.

Eddie looked back at the screen and you were smiling. The tape cut off and Eddie hung his head and laughed. With tears of happiness rolling down his cheeks.

I love you baby.

...

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dum1s-writings · 1 year

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~~~~Intro thingy I guess~~~~

Greetings from @thedum1 (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

I have once again decided to start a new sideblog. I just wanna try tossing my hat into the xMasc!Reader ring. I'll have main fandoms and on occasion fandoms, which will be allowed once in a while.

~Main fandoms are subject to change.~

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Obey Me! Shall We Date? 💕

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan 💋

Satan

Asmodeus 💋

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Solomon

Simeon 💋

Luke

Twisted Wonderland

All students and staff*

*Riddle, Epel, Idia, Neige and Rollo are my weaknesses

Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir 💕

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir 💋

Nathaniel Kurtzberg/Caprikid 💋

Marc Anciel/Rooster Bold

Nino Lahiffe/Carapace

Luka Couffaine/Viperion

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Alya Césaire/Rena Rouge

Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko

Gabriel Agreste/Hawkmoth

Nathalie Sancoeur/Mayura 💋

Mystic Messenger

Yoosung Kim

Zen/Hyun Ryu

Jaehee Kang 💋

Jumin Han

707/Luciel/Saeyoung Choi 💋

Animal Crossing 💕

Apollo 💋

Cherry

Julien 💋

Raymond 💋

Marshall

Tangy

Colton

Whitney

Punchy 💋

Stitches

Muffy 💋

Diana

Zell

Lucky

Ankha

Chrissy

Francine

Judy

Kyle

Fang

Willow

Merengue 💋

Mott

Bud

Kicks 💋

Isabelle

Tom Nook

Death Note

L Lawliet

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Touta Matsuda 💋

Teru Mikami

Misa Amane

Naomi Misora

Kiyomi Takada

Mihael Keehl/Mello 💋

Mail Jeevas/Matt 💋

Nate River/Near

Total Drama Island/Action/World Tour

Trent

Gwen

Cody 💋

Noah 💋

Justin

Lindsay 💋

Sadie

Katie

Sierra

Leshawna 💋

Beth

Heather

Duncan

Courtney

Alejandro

6teen

Caitlin Cooke

Nikki Wong 💋

Jude Lizowski

Wyatt Williams 💋

Jen Masterson

Jonsey Garcia

Teen Titans (2003 cartoon version)

Robin 💋

Starfire

Raven 💋

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Jinx

Terra

Red-X 💋

Aqualad

Speedy

Bumblebee 💋

The occasional slasher

Michael Myers

Cory Cunningham

Billy Lenz

Brahms Heelshire 💋

Others to be added...maybe.

The general rules:

Fandoms will have their own rules in their own separate posts

He/Him and They/Them pronouns only

I have problems with menstruation so none of that allowed as I HATE thinking of my own

Polyamorous relationships are accepted and loved here but NO cheating 😤

No non-platonic/familial child/teen x adult

No incest of any kind

No angst without a happy ending

VERY EXTREMELY RARE sexual nsft 👀

Piggybacking off the last rule I prefer a Top/Not Penetrated reader

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Piggybacking again I will allow OCs as side characters

You may see mentions of my OCs as I love them

Some characters will be OOC and I have no shame about that 🤷🏾

All fanfics will have swears except for Miraculous

I'm bad at coming up with bad guys/villains so fandoms with baddies will take place during down time/right after a fight

I am slow and easily distracted so things will come out when I remember

My target audience is me first so if I don't like how a thing is turning out it won't be published

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Don't Leave Me Now

xxxvii

tags for this chapter: p.o.v change, billy being an asshole as usual, near cheating, mentions of abuse

~m.r~

It was the beginning of our next tour. This was mostly going to be an English tour, as well as select parts of Europe. And this tour was a bit different than our previous tours due to the fact that our spouses would be joining us, which is a first. Billy was rather pleased when I told him he could come along. Olivia was helping me bring all my bags outside to get ready for when the van got here to pick up Billy, Ronnie, and I. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" I asked her.

Olivia shook her head. "No, I'll be fine. Besides, someone is going to have to stay behind and watch the house"

I smiled at her, and gave her a hug. "I'll still be sending you your pay every week"

Ronnie joined us outside, carrying her camera bag. "Pup, you sure you'll be okay going on this tour in your condition?" She asked me.

"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't get on a stage and sing" I told her. "Besides, I'm not due until the very end of September and the tour will be done by then"

Ronnie nodded and then she stared intently at my face. She cupped my face and then ran her finger along my bottom lip. "What happened to your lip?" She asked. Shit, I didn't do a good job of covering up the split lip.

I removed her hand from me. "I was chopping vegetables and got a little too careless with the knife"

Ronnie's eyebrows furrowed. "Okay, but how—"

"Look!" I quickly interrupted her when I saw the van coming. "The van's approaching!" I went inside the house to go and get Billy. "Honey!" I called out for him. "The van is here!"

"I'm coming!" He called back to me and I could hear him coming down the stairs. I flinched when he stopped in front of me, even though he wasn't making any moves to hurt me. He scanned my face. "I'm sorry that I did this to you" He apologized, gently touching my lip. "You didn't tell anyone, did you?" I shook my head. Then he smiled. "Good" He leaned in and kissed my lips, causing me to wince from the pain.

We made our way outside where the van was parked. I saw Peter Watts and Alan Styles, two of our roadies, putting our bags in the car. "Hey Mags!" Alan greeted me.

"Hey Al! Hey Pete!" I greeted them.

"Where's Roger?" Peter asked me. "We thought for sure he'd be waiting out here with you"

I glanced over at his house. "Let me go get him" I walked over to his front door and knocked. "Rog, the vans here. We've got to go!" Nothing. I tried knocking again. "Roger! Let's go!" I knocked a third time and nothing. I sighed. Luckily I knew where he kept a spare key. I lifted the flower pot and took the spare. I unlocked the door with it and made my way inside. "Roger?" I called out again but no answer. I decided to check his bedroom, see if he was there. The door was open slightly and I heard sobs coming from inside the room. I pushed the door open further. Roger was sitting on his bed, crying into his hands. "Oh, Roger, what's wrong?" I cooed as I sat beside him.

"She doesn't want to go with me" Roger cried.

"Did Judy say she didn't want to go with you?" I asked.

"Well she hasn't moved back in with me yet, so no, I don't think she wants to fucking go with me!" Roger snapped at me, causing me to flinch. His face softened when he saw that he scared me. "Oh, sunshine, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"

"It's okay" I told him.

Roger sighed and looked at the ring on his finger. "You know, part of me still does love her, but I don't think there's any part of her that loves me"

"Of course she does, Roger" I said. "Would she have married you if she didn't?"

Roger laughed a pained laugh. "That was before she realized what it's like actually being married to me"

"Roger, don't do that to yourself—" I said but he kept on going.

"I'm the kind of guy who's probably gonna end up with five different ex-wives in his life" He began.

"Roger, you won't have five ex-wives" I told him, taking his hand in mine. "You'll only have one, but then the next woman you marry will be with you for the rest of her life" I told him. I hope that he new I was talking about me.

Roger smiles and then rests his head on my breasts. "You know the right words to say to make a man happy and his dick hard"

"Don't be naughty, Roger!" I say, gently pushing him off of me.

"I can't help it, sunshine!" Roger says with a chuckle. "When it comes to you...fuck" He leans in and brushes his lips against my earlobe. "Believe me, it's not just about sex with you but it's hard not to want sex around you"

Hearing that sends a rush through me. Roger just makes me feel so desired. It doesn't help that I've been such a horny little bitch lately due to this pregnancy. "Roger, please don't make me want you right now. The van is waiting for us" I told him.

Roger smirks. "Got you all hot and bothered, do I?" He leans in to kiss me but he stops. His eyebrows crease in concern and he runs his thumb gently along my bottom lip. "What did you do?"

"Oh, I had a little mishap with a knife as I was chopping vegetables" I said. I could tell Roger didn't quite believe me, but he didn't dare press it any further. "Let's get to the van, yeah? It's waiting for us"

~r.w~

I wasn't too convinced that my sunshine hurt her lip from an accident in the kitchen. I bet it has something to do when I saw her running out of the house with her face all bloodied that one night when she ran across the street to Fred's house. I feel like Billy might have had something to do with that, but I didn't want to press Maggie about it. If he ever did something like that to her, I'd want her to come talk to me about it.

Maggie and I get on the van with the others. While I'm hoping she was going to sit next to me, of course she took her seat next to Billy. I was hoping he wasn't coming along. He gave me a glare as I walked past him and Maggie. I found an empty seat next to Ronnie. "Hi Roger" She greeted me. "Someone doesn't look too happy"

"I'm obviously not fucking happy if he's here" I said, motioning towards Billy, who was busy kissing Maggie now. I wonder if he was doing that just to rub it in my face. "Steve found out about Mags and I, and now he's got us on a tight leash"

"I'm sure she's not happy he's here either" Ronnie assured me. "She'd rather be with you"

"Why didn't Sandy come?" I asked.

"She had a modelling gig in New York. Why didn't Judy come?"

I rubbed my hands on my thighs. "I don't think she wanted to be stuck with me for seven months"

"I'll try to keep Billy away from Maggie as much as I can, alright?" Ronnie said.

"Thanks, Ronnie" It was nice to know I have a good friend like Ronnie to count on.

...

Our first stop was in Chesterfield. We got to our hotel and got our rooms. Ronnie and I were made roommates, and we would be for the rest of this tour. I didn't mind though, however, I would've preferred to be with Maggie but certain circumstances didn't make that possible. "I'm sorry that you're stuck with me" Ronnie said.

"Oh, I'm not—"

Ronnie waved her hand. "Roger, I know you'd much rather be with Maggie"

I sigh. "I'm sorry"

She gave me a smile. "It's alright. I saw a bar in the hotel lobby. I'll leave you be for a bit and go grab a drink or two"

"Actually, could I join you?" I asked.

"I don't see why not"

...

Ronnie and I went down to the hotel's bar. We took a seat at an empty booth. "I just realized that you and I haven't spent quality time together like this" Ronnie mentioned.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose you're right"

"Do you want anything to drink? I'll go get them" She asked. I told her my drink of choice. Ronnie left for several minutes, and when she came back, she set a bottle of beer in front of me, and colorful drink for herself. "I think someone likes you" Ronnie said.

I turned my head to see who Ronnie was referring to. A blonde woman, closely resembling Maggie, was making eyes at me. I turned back to Ronnie. "It would seem she does" I said, taking a sip of my beer.

"Aren't you going to talk to her?" Ronnie asked me.

"I'm not talking to another girl that isn't Maggie" I stated firmly.

"Roger, I'm not saying you have to sleep with her. I don't think Maggie would be too upset if you just went up to her and said hi"

I sighed. "You're going to keep nagging me until I do, aren't you?"

Ronnie smiled mischievously at me. "Yep!"

I grabbed my beer and got up from the table. I made my way over to the woman who was sitting at the bar. "Is this seat taken?" I asked the woman, gesturing to the empty seat beside her.

She looked up at me. Her red lips curled into a smile. "Please, sit" She said. Her accent was American. She must have been visiting. I sat in the seat. "I'm Nicole, by the way"

"Roger" I introduced myself.

Nicole brought the straw of her drink up to her lips. "So, what brings you here Roger?"

"I should be asking you that" I said to her. "You're the one with the American accent"

Nicole chuckled. "My boyfriend brought me here to see some band he heard was doing a tour"

That piqued my interest. I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah? Which band?"

"It's one I've never heard of before, but he's mad about" Nicole explained. "It's called Pink Floyd or something like that" I almost laughed. If only she knew who she was talking to. "Honestly, I think he just wants to get with their lead singer" Nicole sighs as she runs her hands through her hair. "He never shuts up about her"

"I don't blame him" I said. "Maggie Fox is quite the stunner"

Nicole raised an eyebrow. "You've heard of them, then?"

I smirked. "Indeed I have. I'm actually going to their show tonight

Nicole smiled again. "Perhaps I'll see you there then" She pulled a pen out of her purse and grabbed a napkin. She wrote something on it and then handed it over to me. It was a room number. "Come see me after the show"

"What about your boyfriend?" I asked.

"We got separate rooms" Was all she said before leaving the bar.

I grabbed the napkin with her room number and brought it back over to the table with Ronnie. I sat back down with her. "So, what did you two talk about?" She asked me.

I put the napkin in front of Ronnie. "She invited me to come to her room later"

Ronnie's smile faded. "You're not going to, are you?"

"No fucking way!" I said, now feeling guilt for even talking to Nicole in the first place. "I'm not doing that to Maggie"

"Good, because then I'd have to murder you" Ronnie jokingly threatened me. "So, at least tell me this girl's name"

"Her name is Nicole" I answered. "Funny enough, her boyfriend dragged her here all the way from America just see Pink Floyd"

Ronnie chuckled. "Did you tell her that you're, in fact, Roger Waters, bassist for Pink Floyd?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "I didn't. She's going to be in for one hell of a surprise"

...

Our show tonight was at St. James Hall. I was in my dressing room, getting ready when I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door, and I was happy when I saw that it was Maggie. I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. It was a shiny, see through dress. She had a pair of shorts on underneath and her tits were covered, but fuck, if it didn't still make my cock begin to throb. "You look fucking sexy as hell" I told her.

"Even if I'm getting fat?" Maggie asked as she stepped into the room.

"Sunshine, you're not fat" I assured her. "Trust me, there's nothing sexier to a man than seeing a woman pregnant with his child"

Maggie smiled and sat down on the couch, crossing a leg over her knee. Even in stockings, her legs looked fucking sexy. She beckoned me to come closer to her, which I did. "You know why I'm here, yeah?" She said suggestively.

I chuckled. "I have a pretty good idea"

She began to unzip my pants. "Having Billy here isn't gonna stop us from performing our before show ritual" Before she could get my pants off, there was another knock on the door. Maggie cursed and then she quickly went to hide behind the couch.

I walked over to the door again and opened it. Just my luck, it was Billy the asshole. "Have you seen Maggie?" He asked me.

"No, I haven't" I lied. "She isn't in her dressing room?"

"She was" Billy said. "Then I leave for five minutes, I come back and she's gone"

"I'm sure she's around somewhere" I said.

I tried to close the door but he stopped me. "Wait, can I get your opinion on something?"

I sighed, and invited him in. "I suppose" I was only agreeing to this to keep him distracted long enough to give Maggie a chance to leave the room without being seen. I brought him over to a part of the room where he wouldn't see her. "What could you possibly be wanting my opinion on?"

"It's about Maggie" Billy said. I already had a feeling it wasn't anything good to say about her, and that's why I was relieved when I saw her leave.

"What about Maggie?"

"I don't know if you've seen what she's wearing tonight, but it's quite revealing" He said. Yeah, I saw where this conversation was going.

"And?" I raise an eyebrow.

"She just...shouldn't be dressing like that"

"A man usually likes it when his wife wears things like that"

"Yeah, in private only for the husband to see" Billy scoffs. "But parading around in skimpy outfits like that on stage in front of how many people?"

"And...?"

"It's just going to give people the wrong idea about her"

I glared at him. "And what idea would that be?"

"That she's a whore who sleeps around with other men" The way he just said it casually and without a single thought angered me. I wanted to punch him in the face right then and there.

"She's not a whore!" I defended her. I don't think I've ever heard a husband speak about his wife this way, ever. Even I would never speak about Judy this way.

Billy just started to laugh. "You don't have to cover for her. I know she sleeps around when I'm gone. I doubt that baby is even mine"

It broke my heart hearing the way he was talking about her. That he was just so careless of her. These weren't the words of a man in love. These were just the words of a man who wanted a pretty decoration for his home. "Then why don't you just leave her?" I asked.

"Because she's mine and she always be" Billy said rather darkly. "She can sleep around all she likes. At the end of the day, she still belongs to me" He pat me on the shoulder like I was his buddy, but right now, I was the furthest thing from. "Anyways, back to the outfit thing, I was hoping you could talk to her and see if she'll wear things that actually cover her up"

"Look, I can't tell her what she can and cannot wear" I said bluntly. "Frankly, I don't give a fuck what she wears"

"That's because you want to fuck her" Billy snapped at me. "Just talk to her. She'll listen to you" To my relief, he left. I was astounded at all that he had said about her, but was I surprised? No. Maggie would have to know all the things he said about her but I would tell her after the show. I don't want her getting distracted during the show.

...

I found it really hard to focus and play during the show for two reasons. One: all those things Billy said about Maggie just clouded my brain. Two: Maggie and I didn't get to have our pre-show ritual. I kept messing up. The audience didn't seem to notice, but my bandmates definitely did. I guess having Maggie suck my cock before every show really did help me play better. Once we finished our last song, took a bow, and walked off the stage, Steve approached me. "What happened out there?" He asked. I'm guessing our dear manager also noticed my mistakes.

I shrugged. "Guess I'm just distracted"

Steve sighed. "Just try not to be distracted on the next show, yeah?"

When he walked away, then Maggie approached me. "Is everything okay, sweetheart?" She put her hand on my cheek and I melted into her touch. "You've never messed up before"

"I guess our pre-show rituals do help me perform better" I smirked.

Maggie giggled and bit her lip. "Well, we can still do our after-show ritual"

I didn't even bother making sure no one was around when I was leaning in to kiss her. However, our lips didn't get to meet as someone had called out my name. "Roger!" To my surprise, it was Nicole. She brandished a backstage pass around her neck. "When you told me I'd be seeing you at the show, this is not what I was expecting"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Maggie asked, and I could sense some jealousy in her tone. I shouldn't smirk at that but I did.

"Oh, I'm Nicole! I met Roger earlier at the bar today"

Maggie gave her a forced smile. "Nice to meet you, Nicole. I'm Maggie"

"I can see why my boyfriend never shuts up about you" Nicole says. "Let me find him and bring him over!" She left us to go find her boyfriend.

Maggie turned to me, crossing her arms over her chest. "So, who is she, Roger?" I could tell she wasn't trying to sound jealous.

"I went out for drinks with your sister earlier and I met Nicole at the bar" I explained. "Nothing happened between us"

"Do you want to fuck her?" She asked me.

I was hurt that she would even ask me that. "No, Maggie. Absolutely not" I put my hand to her cheek. "I can't imagine myself being like that with any other woman but you"

"I mean..." Maggie paused, unsure of whether or not she should continue. "If you wanted to..."

I knew where this was heading. "Sunshine, please, don't even finish that sentence"

"Roger, let me finish" She said. "If you want to fuck her, then I'm not going to stop you" Why was she even saying this!?

"Maggie, I don't even want her!" I protested.

"I don't want you to be lonely just because I'm stuck with Billy, okay?"

I shook my head. "I'm not lonely. Your sister is my roommate"

"Roger, you know that's not what I mean" She said softly. She sighs and takes my hand in hers. "Billy has me on a tight leash, and I don't know if I'm going to be able to sneak away from him. Believe me, I want to, but—"

"I understand" I told her. Tell her, Roger. Tell her what he told you. But for some reason, I couldn't tell her. "You sure you won't be upset if I have sex with Nicole?"

Maggie smiles and shakes her head. "No. Besides, I know at the end of the night, I'm the one you love"

I return her smile. "You know it, sunshine"

Nicole had come back, only this time, she had her boyfriend in tow. She introduced him as Chris. Chris and Maggie got to talking, though I know she was doing it just to be polite. "You know, that offer to come to my room still stands" Nicole said.

I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. But, it's not like I was interested in having sex with Nicole. I could just talk with her. "I'll take you up on that offer" I said.

...

Nicole and I made our way back to the hotel and she brought me up to her room. "Here we are" She said as we walked inside. The two of us sat down on the bed together. "So..."

I forced a smile. "So" It already felt wrong being alone with another woman like this. Maybe I should just leave. This evening had other plans in store though. Nicole put her hand on my face and pulled me into a kiss. And I felt...nothing. Her lips were too chapped for me. They weren't soft and supple like Maggie's were. I kissed her back, however, just to make her happy.

Nicole pulled her face back and she had a pleased smile. "That was nice"

"Yeah" I muttered. I was trying my best to feign interest in Nicole. She didn't seem to notice that my interest wasn't genuine.

She pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing her breasts to me. Normally, the sight of a nice pair would be enough to get me going, but she wasn't doing anything for me. There wasn't even a stir in my pants. Maggie's tits were hard to beat. "You know, I've never fucked a rock star before" Nicole purred, attempting to seduce me. She got down on her knees in front of me. She tried to undo my pants but I stopped her.

"Can we skip that please?" I said to her. Sucking my cock was a special privilege that only Maggie got. "I just want to get straight to the fucking if you don't mind"

Nicole seemed disappointed. "Oh, alright then"

"From behind if you don't mind" I know that was rather demanding of me, but if I was going to get any enjoyment out of this, it's easier to picture Maggie when I'm not looking at another woman's face. Nicole took the rest of her clothes off, and I took mine off as well. She got on the bed on her hands and knees. I got behind her. "Just give me a moment" I said. I wasn't hard enough to enter her. I took my cock in my hand and stroked it until I got hard.

I could tell she was getting impatient. "Roger, we don't have to do this if you don't want to" She told me. I ignored her and entered her. She let out a moan. I began to thrust. I thought fucking her from behind would help me imagine Maggie, but I couldn't. This wasn't the pussy that was made for me. Maggie's cunt had a certain warmth and snug feeling that no other girl could replicate. I put little effort into my thrusts. What was the point of I even wasn't getting any pleasure from this? At least Nicole was enjoying it, but I just couldn't do this. I gave up and pulled out of her. I got off the bed and started getting dressed. Nicole turned around and sat on the bed, staring at me with a dumbfounded expression. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"I can't do it, Nicole" I said. "It's nothing against you but if it's not with her, it doesn't feel right"

I thought Nicole would be mad, but instead, she seemed sympathetic. "It's Maggie, isn't it?"

"How did you know?"

"When you were on stage, I was watching you" Nicole began to say. "And I saw how you were looking at her. I've never seen a man look at a woman with so much love in his eyes"

I sighed. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Nicole"

Nicole shook her head. "You didn't disappoint me. I understand, Roger. You're a man who can't get enjoyment out of sex unless it's with the woman he loves. I think that's rather sweet"

I gave her a smile. "Thanks"

"Now, what are you still doing here with me when you should be with that beautiful woman of yours?" Nicole said. I didn't waste another minute before dashing out of Nicole's room.

...

I found myself in front of Maggie and Billy's room. I didn't give a fuck if Steve saw me waiting outside her room, and scolded me for it later. I don't give a fuck if Billy answers and decides to beat the shit out of me. I just need Maggie. I knocked on the door. I was relieved when it was my sunshine who answered. "Roger?" She seemed surprised to see me. "I thought you were with Nicole"

I peeked into the room. "Is Billy in here?"

"No, he's down at the bar and I feel like he's gonna be there all night" She told me. That was the only answer I needed before I barged in and took Maggie in my arms, giving her the most passionate kiss I could give her. I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. She was a little heavier due to the baby, but not so much that I couldn't lift her up. I gently placed her on the bed, and then got on top of her. I broke the kiss, just so I could stare at her heavenly face. Her blonde hair was spread around her head like a halo worn by an angel. "You're supposed to be with Nicole"

"I couldn't do it" I said. "I can't have sex with another woman unless it's you, Maggie. That's how much I love you"

"Roger, that's both the sweetest and hottest thing that I've ever heard" She told me. There it was. That stirring in my pants. Maggie was the only woman who could me hard just by looking at her. I began kissing her neck. "Mhm, you didn't let her suck your cock, did you?"

"Fuck no, darling" I said. "You're the only one who gets that privilege" I got off of her and stood on my knees. "Speaking of which" I put my hand on the zipper of my pants.

"No, let me" She insisted. I smirked, taking my hand off of my zipper. It was soon replaced with her own. She looked at me with those sultry eyes as she pulled the zipper down and pulled out my cock. "Pretty as always"

I chuckled. "God, I love you so fucking much"

...

Let's just say I was more than satisfied when I went back to mine and Ronnie's room. I tried to be quiet when closing the door, but I woke up Ronnie anyways. She turned on the lamp on her bedside table. "It is nearly four o'clock in the morning, Roger. Where have you been?" I didn't answer her, I just gave her a smile. "Please tell me you weren't with that girl. I'll fucking kill you if you were"

"I was with Maggie" I answered. "I tried to have sex with Nicole, I'll be honest, but I couldn't go through with it"

"Did you tell Maggie?" Ronnie asked.

"I did" I said, sitting down on my own bed. "I don't think I'm interested in sex with anybody unless it's with Maggie. I'm telling you Ronnie, when her and I make love, it's just—"

"I don't need to hear the details!" Ronnie said.

"Sorry, it's just, in the early days when we were just starting out, before I ever met Maggie, I would jump at the opportunity to have sex with any woman that just looked my way" I said.

"And what about Judy?" Ronnie asked me. "She's your wife, Roger. You can't go without having sex with your wife"

I was hoping that Judy would get bored of our sex life, in turn becoming bored of me. If that happened, then she wouldn't want to stay with me anymore. I just didn't want to be the one that initiates the divorce. I didn't want to be the heartbreaker because I knew she still loves me, at least a little part of her anyways. If I could slowly make her fall out of love with me, then she'll be the one to leave me. "I don't think she wants to stay with me anyways" I said. "She didn't even want to come on this tour with me, which is why I'm stuck rooming with you, no offence"

"None taken"

Those memories of seeing Maggie running out of her house all bloodied flooded my mind. I think her own sister deserved to know. "Ronnie, there is something I want to mention, but you can't tell Maggie that I told you this"

"What is it?"

"The night she returned home from staying with me, I saw her running out of the house with a bloodied face" I said. I could see the colour drain from Ronnie's face. "Maggie hasn't said anything to me, but there's only one way she could've gotten all bloodied like that"

"I'm going to kill the fucking son of a bitch!" Ronnie seethed. She got up to leave, ready to find Billy but I stopped her. "Roger, let go of me! That piece of shit hurt my sister!"

I held Ronnie by the shoulders. "You have every right to be angry with that fucker, believe me, I am too"

"Then let me go beat the shit out of him!"

"Ronnie, no" I said softly, trying to calm her down. "Besides, if anyone is going to beat the shit out of him, it's going to be me. And that's only going to be when Maggie tells me"

Ronnie sighs, sitting back down on the bed, putting her face in her hands. "Roger, I've witnessed my mother being abused. I know how it works. Maggie is never going to tell you. Hell, our own mother tells us she's not being abused, even when we see that asshole beating the shit out of her"

"Maggie is different, Ronnie. I know if she's going to tell anyone, it's going to be me" I assured her.

"And how can you be so sure that Maggie will be any different from my mother?" I know Ronnie didn't say that to be mean or angry. It was coming out of a place with fear.

"Because, Maggie is the strongest woman I've ever known. I trust her, and you should too"

Ronnie wiped her tears from her face. "You're right, Roger" Her hand grabbed mine. I knew it wasn't meant as a romantic gesture, but rather coming from a place of comfort. "Roger, promise me, you'll do everything you can to keep her safe from him"

I squeezed Ronnie's hand in return. "I promise, for as long as she's with me, I'm not gonna let anyone else hurt her" I've made many promises in my life, and I've broken my fair share of them, but that was the one promise I would keep close to my heart until the day I die. For as long as she is with me, Maggie Waters will have nothing but the love and affection she truly deserves from the one person who truly does love her with all my heart. And yes, I did call her Maggie Waters. She may not be my wife yet, but she will be soon.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

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I saw you rebloging content about Daisy Jones and the Six, I was curious what were your overall feelings/thoughts on the show? I really enjoyed it personally, I’m a fan of the book but I was able to have a lot of fun despite some things obviously being pretty different

Oh man, I have so many feeling about this series, not all of them good, but I'll start with the positives.

I have a major '70s fetish, have since I was a kid, and so I automatically enjoy media set in that time. While I didn't think the series leaned into the decade as much as it could, I did like the obviously '70s musician influences on the costuming (particularly with Daisy's Steve Nicks looks and Cami's Bianca Jagger-inspired wardrobe). I also loved all the '70s music used and the way the series captured the spirit of music and live shows of that decade.

I really liked the original songs as well, particularly The River, Honeycomb and Let You Down Easy. I loved that all the actors actually sung and played their instruments for real and jesus does Riley Keough have some pipes on her! Those Presley genes are strong!

I also really liked most of the characterisation. Even though so many of the characters were so messy and at times highly unlikable, they were also charismatic, well-written and portrayed in such a way that you really empathised with them and understood their motivations. Daisy is a particularly strong character and I think Riley was perfect casting. I also find Sam Caflin to be quite charming, so Billy became a much more endearing character because of him, despite the fact that he is such an ass.

A favourite character of mine is Simone, and I've heard that she's much more fleshed out in the series than she is in the book. I absolutely love her character arc, her exploration and eventual comfort with her sexuality (her relationship with Bernie is honestly the best relationship in the series) and her dynamic with Daisy. I absolutely love the way she calls Daisy on her crap and the way she is also so supportive of her.

Also Teddy Price is awesome and his relationships with Daisy, Billy and the band are amazing.

The series has a good pace and I think every episode is written well and moves well. I like how we see Daisy's journey paralleled with The Six's until the two finally converge. Also, the way the series opens is amazing, I loved the whole tease of why did the band fall apart?

With all this being said, I have one big fat issue with the series (from which stems many smaller issues) and that is the ending, which gave me horrible echoes of the How I Met Your Mother finale. The minute Older Billy said to his daughter "And when your mother got sick" my stomach just dropped because I knew where we were headed, and yes, the series went there, and had a dying Camila tell Billy to essentially be with Daisy. And I know this is somewhat true to the book, but it just drove me crazy.

I don't know how different it is in the books, but the entire series was built around this "soul mate" connection between Daisy and Billy; I mean, even before they meet they are linked together by music, events and the trajectory of their lives. We see their similarities long before we even see their connection, and once we do see them meet onscreen, it's obvious that the series is about them. Everything revolves around their dynamic and the way it affects the music and the band, both positively and negatively. Everyone interviewed talks about how the two of them are electric together and both Older Billy and Older Daisy talk about one another in terms of being The Other Half.

Which, for me, makes Camila's story that much more tragic.

I don't doubt that Billy loved Camila and their initial courtship and relationship is very sweet. But, for me, once Billy cheated on her on the first tour, there was really no going back. I understand narratively why Camila stayed with Billy initially; this was the '70s, she was pregnant with his child and didn't have the options women have today. She also loved him and, like I said, I do believe that he also loved her. She saw him get sober and work on himself (to a certain extent, at least) and their initial reconciliation was sweet and they do have many sweet moments after.

But once she realised the depth to which he and Daisy had fallen for one another, once she confronted both of them about it, once she had confirmed that Billy loved Daisy - I don't understand why she would ever take Billy back. How could she ever go back to someone knowing that she was second choice, that the only reason he stayed with her was because she represented stability whereas Daisy was nothing but chaos?

And I know that the series was maybe trying to show that Billy was making the "right" choice with Camila, that he was choosing the stable and happy path, as being with Daisy at that moment in time really would have been disastrous for them both. But, again, this doesn't work for me, because it really comes across as Billy settling. The entire series kept telling me that he and Daisy were soulmates, that they were two halves of one whole, which makes his love for Camila seem second-best.

And I don't think that this was actually the intent of the series, nor the book. I'm guessing this was supposed to be a tale of how even though we connect with someone, it doesn't mean that we're supposed to be with them, which is fine, and I think that works for the Daisy and Billy storyline, but I just don't agree with him getting back together with Camila. She deserved better.

In fact, both she and Daisy deserved much better from Billy, as he really treated both women like crap at various times. So the ending of the series, where Billy gets to play Happy Families with Camila until she dies and then gets to reunite with his "soul mate" essentially lets Billy have both women and this ends up feeling very uncomfortable.

I would have preferred for both women to leave Billy, permanently, and for Billy's redemption to be through his daughter; in fact, I liked that they somewhat worked this angle in, when Billy says that he never missed a soccer game or dance recital. But I think the series would have been better had Camila divorced Billy and gone on to have a good life of her own, maybe even marrying someone else. Then, when she's older and maybe feeling nostalgic or reflective as she's dying, she tells her daughter that her father has become a good man and deserves to be happy, and that maybe he should call Daisy.

Also, just as a last annoyance, I really didn't like the reveal that it was Billy and Camila's daughter who was interviewing the band, as that made everything so weird, like, why are these people telling this young women who they knew as a child and watched grow up all these intimate details of their lives, not to mention, all of them are basically telling her "Oh, your Dad's soulmate is actually Daisy, not your mother." Again, I don't think this was the intent and I would like to read the book to see if this maybe comes across differently. But it bugged me.

So, to sum up, I did very much enjoy the series but the ending does bring it down for me, and I think some of the intent got muddled, possibly due to moving from page to screen.

#answered #anonymous #daisy jones and the six

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pacifymebby · 10 months

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what about the other way around? Apart from the times there's been girlfriends (Saskia, Cassie) are the boys sleeping with anyone else eg. fans etc. Or is it exclusively miss groupie? Does she feel threatened at all by the idea of other girls?

Hmmm so i dont really know because I've never thought about it until now, and honestly maybe thats a dynamic i should introduce?

I think Jamie would shock you because I reckon that until y/n he HADN'T cheated on Saskia and wouldn't dream of it. Like its y/n that got under his skin and corrupted him etc and thats definitely what fuels his self righteous vitriol hes always throwing at her, like the hatred he feels for her stems purely from the fact that she's the one he really blames for the end of his engagement and for the falling apart of his perfect relationship.

I think that Harri has probably had messy nights with other girls on tour, perhaps not necessarily fans because I feel like he's too grounded for the "rock n roll" lifestyle in that sense. Like i dont think he'd be doing that with fans, but definitely with girls he meets in bars and stuff whilst on tour. Hes a free spirit like y/n and so i think he's partial to a one night stand.

I can imagine y/n slipping out of Aarons bed one morning to see another girls underwear on the floor by Harris bed and smirking. Maybe when she meets the other girl she makes some passive comment like "girl you look shattered... Was he fidgetting again? You should see the bruises I've got from that boy..." like shes not exactly jealous but she is letting the other lass know not to get her hopes up.

Also this is y/n we're talking about... Shes definitely going to flirt with the girl, maybe even try to charm her way into a threesome.

I don't think she was jealous of Cassie so much because Cassie and Billys relationship was so innocent and pure... Like she wouldn't have wanted their relationship for herself... But she would have wanted Billys attention for herself? And maybe part of the reason she gets so mad at Cassie for betraying Billy is for this reason? Because she would lowkey kill to have a lad like Billy be so devoted to her, because she's been trying to get him to look at her for so long and he's only ever had eyes for Cass...

Eddie definitely shags other lassies and y/n Definitely talks to him about his conquests, definitely wingmans, definitely tells him when he could do better etc. He has used her to make another girl jealous before and its definitely worked.

She would probably get territorial over Aaron, like if another girl showed up and started being cute with him, cuddling up to him and stuff she would feel a little slighted... Shes definitely the kind of girl who wants to have her cake and eat it to you know? Like she should be able to fuck around but she wants to be the center of attention at all times and doesnt like the thought of being replaced...

It could be another reason she wont commit to anyone, like, she wants the attentions of many men so that she is never on her own and so that she knows she wont ever have to suffer the humiliation of having no one to go to. She keeps herself in high demand never letting herself have it all, because to have a lot of options for just half of something is better than to having nothing at all. Or to want everything from one person and wind up rejected...

I honestly think that if Rhys started to make eyes at another girl shit would hit the fan, y/n would go insane, like not to rhys but probably to harri, she'd be sulky, paranoid, tearful, genuinely inconsolable...

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The River is my favorite song from the album as well, it's just so good I can't describe it. Yeah it had Fleetwood Mac vibes but it still was different. I just loved Riley Keough's voice it's amazing and I can't believe neither her and Sam Claflin didn't know how to sing beforehand. Based on the production of everything so far I'm not scared that we'll get a faithful adaptation. Like I'm still in shock we got an actual album, can't wait for it to be in my top 5 of Spotify wrapped 😭❤️

I'm also worried for Camilas character, I don't want the show to be like both Daisy and her were hating each other. Camila was an amazing woman who despite everything never made everyone feel bad. I mean she encouraged Daisy to get better and stayed with Billy when he was an ass. If they make the show about her being a crazy bitch wife who is in the way of Billy and Daisy I'll throw hands, because she wasn't like this. The real enemy will always be Billy Dunne I'm sorry but my girls never did anything wrong lol.

I kinda hope they do a mini tour I love their voices! It's crazy how the songs feel like they could easily merge into a Fleetwood Mac album and you'd never know.

That's my exact fear. Is that they make them enemies.

I think it's a natural reaction for Camila to get a bit jealous/weary of Daisy. To be honest, I was surprised she didn't. But not exactly because of Daisy. Because of Billy. This is a man who has a history of infidelity. He broke the trust, the foundation of his relationship with Camila. In the short time between him cheating and Daisy coming along is not nearly enough to fix that. It's perfectly natural for her to be weary of the two of them spending so much time together and touring. It's all up to Billy to draw a line and make sure it's never crossed. If they do this approach, I'd understand, but if they make it this messy love triangle with a jealous, controlling wife, I'd be pissed.

What would be nice is after Camila delivers that speech to Daisy and Daisy leaves. Camila leaves Billy. I always thought Camila deserved more. As impactful as her speech was, it was kinda sad to hear. For Daisy, it was exactly what she needed. But for Camila, it sounded like she's settling. Nothing mattered. It didn't matter if he cheated again or loved Daisy more because she married him. He's hers. (I don't have my book near. I don't remember exactly what she says) To a point, I understand. That's your man. But at the same time, it's sad to hear because Camila deserves to be treated better than a side piece when she's the wife. Sigh I just wanted more for her ya know?

#camila dunne #billy dunne #daisy jones #daisy jones and the six #anon

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That part and the chorus!

Fear is a pretty underappreciated song, especially since they also have Fearless as a response song.

Yes! They also did Guerilla Marketing while promoting Guerilla. To be honest, I love their promotions and concepts so much. But I just want them to have a rest because they deserve it so much. I'm baffled by KQ's decision to make them embark on a world tour in the same year as they ended one world tour. Relating to that, I kind of hate that K-Pop companies make tours for even the smallest comeback. It's not as satisfying as seeing Taylor Swift or Billie Eilish tour where they promote one album specifically instead of one EP...

I also like the NewJeans concept with Powerpuff Girls, but as much as I like their concept and music, I just can't seem to support the girls. They're too young especially the youngest and the way their team pushes them to be luxury brand ambassadors makes them not relatable to their intended audience. Also, have you heard about the ETA controversy? That's not a good promotion strategy, Ador...

I will back you up on that challenge, but I rather make an Indie label where I make my own K-Pop group

-🐝

so cool!!

Fear is my baby 🥺🥺 i played 118 times last year, was my most played song, and ONE of my most played songs overall 🫶 i think i can say i love it a normal amount /j

ohh yeah i think i remember atinys being upset about it 🤕 while i'm glad that a tour means more exposure for the group and more fans can see their favs, the idols' health and rest comes first. and i see your point!! i would say maybe do a world tour after having two comebacks, and maybe months after the second comeback so the group can be given a break. it let's the group perform more newer songs and also keep fans on their toes!

again, see your point regarding newjeans. they have catchy songs but i was so shocked finding out most of them were minors, then finding about the whole history of min heejin, the cookie song, etc. i hate how they are managed and just hope the girls all the rest and support they deserve 🫂 i don't blame them at all for this. i did hear a little about the eta thing but i kinda thought it was like the timezone?? did not know about the other implication and i'm a tad worried to delve into more

let's make our own record label 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 i can probably cheat my way into music production

#when actually it's going to sound like the worst beat ever created 💀#ask #🐝 anon

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camaro-and-smokes · 1 year

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Chapter 16: À La Tour Eiffel

Chapter tags: No warnings, well what do you think might happen in Paris?

Summary: The city of lovers was supposed to be a good experience. But to Billy it didn't exactly feel like it. Well, not until…

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Billy refused to call Steve and also answer his calls. He was so embarrassed and heartbroken that he didn't want to listen even to Eddie trying to tell him what Steve had told him. He was torn into pieces all the way to his gut, blaming himself of it all.

He had just slept in his hotel room ever since the crew arrived at Paris. Whenever he woke up he wallowed in his heartache. Because he felt that it was exactly what he deserved. He felt that it was him who had messed everything up and caused Steve to cheat. Him not being open about him and Eddie to Steve, kissing with Eddie and not walking away right away - doing that to Chrissy too - and then wanting to have revenge sex with Eddie after seeing the photos – and finally Eddie annoyingly doing the right thing by telling him that there was no way going back for them that way.

He was convinced that all he had left of Steve was a memory of the glorious months with him.

In the late evening there was a knock on his door. Rob opened the door, and Eddie was soon next to Billy's bed. ”Hey, Billy, now you have to get up. I need you to come with me!” Billy didn't turn to look at Eddie, he just pulled the pillow from under his head and over it. ”Leave me the fuck alone," he muttered. Eddie sat on the bed. ”Nah, c'mon! I need you with me.” ”There's nowhere you need me to be,” Billy mumbled under the pillow. Eddie was quiet for a moment. "You know, I think what happened was what we both needed so that we could to move on into things that are actually relevant right now." "I don't need you to tell me what I need or..." "I didn't come here to argue. I'm doing it tonight. Moving on." Billy opened his eyes and stared at the wall for a moment. He pulled the pillow away and looked at Eddie over his shoulder silent for a while. ”You're proposing to her?” he asked quietly Eddie smiled a faint smile and nodded. “I'd really like you to be there. I mean, not to rub it in, but you know, for being my best friend and all." He paused and chewed his cheek. "If we're still that. Best friends." Billy looked back at the wall. "If you still want that." "Hell yes I want that," Eddie replied instantly. "No one knows me as well as you do. And you know things of me no one else does. And I don't mean the other day. I mean embarrassing stuff. You know what I mean." Billy couldn't help smiling. "Yeah. The things I could do by spilling the beans on that..." Eddie punched Billy on the thigh. "If you ever do that I swear..." Billy chuckled. "I'll take it to my grave, Munson, don't worry." He turned to look back at Eddie. "And I'll never use it against you. You can trust that." Eddie smiled a lopsided grin. "C'mon, come with me. Chrissy will appreciate you being there as well. I know it. You're her friend too. Please?" Billy sighed. ”Fine. Give me fifteen minutes to prepare."

When Billy got to the hotel lobby where Eddie was waiting, he looked around. "Where's Chrissy? I thought she was with you." Eddie smiled. "I've set it so that she comes directly from the airport to the tower." "You know, if I was in her shoes I'd be pissed that you didn't meet her already at the airport." "In this case I didn't think it was necessary. You'll see." Billy squinted. "There's something you're not telling me." "I'm going to propose to her for fuck's sake! I want to keep it a surprise until the last moment and you know how I start blabbering when I get nervous. It's better this way." "It's your funeral. Just saying."

”Can I see the ring?” Billy asked when the band's car took off from the hotel and into the busy Paris traffic. ”Nope,” Eddie said. "She's gonna be the first one to see it. If you ask nicely she might show it to you." They rode in silence for a while. "Listen, Eddie,” Billy said, “don't ever tell her what happened between us. And I mean the other day. Telling would maybe clear your conscience but knowing would just hurt her, and then you'd be sorry for the rest of your life for doing it and telling her. Yeah, you did hurt her already, but you know what I mean. It sucks but telling the truth isn't always the right thing to do. As long as you don't do it again." He looked at Eddie. "Let's just forget it ever happened. Ok?" Eddie looked back at Billy and nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right." Billy returned to watch the scenery pass by. "I should've let go of you earlier. To take agency of my own well-being. But I was...afraid. Dreaming of something that might happen one day was easier than actually seriously to go and look for someone." "Well, you had dates..." "None of them were anything else but a band aid. They all even looked like you. It was so pathetic," Billy said shaking his head, embarrassed. "What about that one guy, what was his name? The short one." "Oh, that guy. Didn't I tell you? He decided that he was straight when it started to look like that we might've had something serious. Man, did he have issues with his height. He was well equipped though, one of the few things I never complained about." They both burst into laughter. "What about Harrington?" Eddie asked after the laughter had settled. Billy sighed. "A dreamboat. Too good to be true. Could've been the love of my life." "Could've been? Isn't that a bit dramatic? I mean, you could just talk to him or..." "I messed everything up and he cheated on me. There is no going back," Billy snapped. "You've refused to talk to him!" Eddie groaned frustrated. "Give the guy at least a chance to explain himself before you call it quits." Billy said nothing. Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's all about you thinking that every time shit hits the fan you deserve that shit. You wallow in the pit of your own despair, alone, because you think that nothing good can ever happen to you, that you don't deserve anything good. As if the shit is somehow a proof that you're worthless. And I get it because..." Eddie sighed. "Because even I've treated you like shit. And I'm sorry about that. I truly am." He looked at Billy. "But you out of everyone deserve all the good that comes your way. You haven't lost him. Trust me." Billy looked back out. He wished he could believe Eddie's words. He wanted to treat them as a gospel because there was nothing he wanted more than to have Steve. "We'll see about that when I get back home."

After a while he started to feel a bit better. Hell, they were in Paris. He had always wanted to visit there but never had the time or will to travel there, even after he would've had the money to do it. Paris, the most romantic city in the world, and looking at the architecture, the small cafés, people going about their lives on the softly lit pavements - it truly felt like it.

It felt right for him to be there. It would've been better if Steve was there with him. No, not just better - perfect. He had to swallow hard to keep the tightness in his chest from bursting out.

Finally the car pulled off. Eiffel tower was standing in front of them lit up and glittering in the Paris night. Billy had to smile a little. ”This is a pretty unforgettable setting.” ”Well, yeah. Only best for my girl!” ”I hope there's an elevator.” Eddie laughed. ”Yeah, there's an elevator.”

"So, you already got jitters?" Billy asked as they walked towards the monument. "Nah. I know I want to marry her. If she'll have me, that is." Billy stared at the ground ahead. "We'll see if I'll ever get married. If anyone ever wants me." "Hey. There's someone who wants your stubborn ass," Eddie smiled. "Yeah, in the next life. Maybe." Eddie shook his head. "They'll have their hands full with you, I'll say that."

When they got to the tower entrance, Billy noticed that there was no one else around but the staff. They got into the elevator and the windows that usually were open and showed the scenery around the tower as it raised up, were covered with thick black curtains. "Trying to keep something big as a secret to her until the very last moment?" Billy asked. "Of course! What would be the fun otherwise?" Eddie grinned. "So, uh, when we get to the platform... Could you take her to the other side? I want to come in a bit later." Billy smiled. "Sure, as long as you don't make me propose to her for you."

When the elevator got to the top and the doors opened Billy walked to the platform and saw Chrissy. He had to bite his lip not to burst into tears right there and then. "It's so good to see you," he whispered to her as they hugged. "You too," she whispered back. “Where's Eddie? He said he'll come with you." ”He'll come soon. Let's take a look at the city.”

They walked to the edge of the platform and looked at the scenery. “It’s beautiful!” Chrissy gasped. “Yeah,” Billy replied absentmindedly. Chrissy glanced at him. “Is everything ok?” Billy took a deep breath. Then he forced a smile on his face and looked at her nodding. “Yeah, nothing you need to worry about.” She took his hand in hers. “You know you can talk to me about anything.” Billy tilted his head and grimaced. “Maybe one day.” She smiled at him assuredly. “Ok. One day.” They looked at the view again. "I wonder what that is," Chrissy said when she spotted a large black rectangle structure down on the ground in front of the tower. Billy looked down as well, and the structure lit up, revealing itself as a large led-screen. It filled with animations of starbursts. The stars started to form shapes that turned into letters. Finally a text 'Will you marry me, Chrissy?' was formed. "Oh my god!" Chrissy gasped. Eddie walked to her from her side of the platform and knelt in front of her with an open jewelry box. Billy looked at Chrissy breaking into happy tears and accepting the proposal. But at the same time he felt more miserable than he'd ever felt, and he had to look away, at the city of lovers that spread around as far as he could see, bathing in orange light.

After a while a bright light blinked on the ground, and Billy glanced back down. More shapes made of stars were forming on the screen, and when the text was visible, he had put his hand over his mouth as he felt his heart swell a thousand times.

The text 'Marry me, Gorgeous' was glowing on the screen.

Billy let out a sob and could no longer hold back the tears. Steve hugged him from behind, and Billy leaned to his warm embrace closing his eyes, setting his hand on Steve's arm that was over his chest. "So, what's it gonna be?” Steve whispered to Billy's ear, and held an open jewelry box in front of Billy. It held a thick platinum ring with deep slanted carvings, each filled with small diamonds. "You really want me?" Billy asked quietly. "I've wanted to marry you from day one," Steve whispered, and set a kiss on Billy's cheek, "I want you to be mine until the end of time." "I'm sorry, about everything." "No need to be." "Is it true what Eddie said? About that woman?" "Yes. If you want, I have the driving logs from the Merc to prove I was there less than five minutes. You know how much I love foreplay..." "There’s no way you could've had anything done in that time," Billy chuckled. "Say yes," Steve whispered and set his chin on Billy's shoulder. Billy leaned his head on Steve's. He bit his lower lip, and grinned. "Yes." Steve took the ring from the box, and held it with his fingers in front of Billy. “Give me your hand.” Billy couldn't stop smiling stupidly wide grin as he held his left hand up and Steve put the ring on his ring finger. Billy examined the ring, and couldn't help sniffling. “Do you like it?” Steve asked. “I love it. I love you.” “I love you, too.” Steve turned Billy around and kissed him. "You just made me the happiest man on Earth," he said after he broke the kiss. “Well, I'm pretty happy too,” Billy replied, smiling.

“You're willing to take Mr. Big after all?” Eddie, who had been watching the proposal with Chrissy, asked with a grin. Billy turned to look at him and raised his left hand up. “Well, how can I say no to this?” “Still sorry you came?” “No,” Billy said smiling. “Maybe we need to have a double wedding,” Chrissy said, showing her own ring. Billy and Chrissy went to admire each other's rings immediately.

“I suppose congratulations are in order,” Steve said to Eddie, and reached out his hand. Eddie took it and shook it. “Yeah, thanks. And same to you. You're a lucky man. Oh, and thanks for bringing her here.” “Don't mention it, it was my pleasure.” Eddie leaned closed to Steve. “We're good?” he asked quietly. Steve looked at Eddie with a hard expression. “You’re his best friend. I’ll tolerate it.” He clenched his teeth. “But if ever again...” Eddie shook his head. “No need to worry. He wants just you, no one else. And I have a duty of my own now.”

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