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Golden Years

(A Def Leppard Crack Fic)

Happy Birthday to the one and only @i-dont-want-your-hysteria ! as a lil gift, I wanted to dedicate my first ever fic to you! Thank you so much for inspiring me to write this, and thank you for answering all of my annoying questions😂 (historical accuracy is key ofc) thanks for everything you do for this amazing lil fandom, you rock!

Notes: This is almost entirely based on the Party episode of the show Black Books, so if you've seen that this will be very familiar! Also this is just a crack fic, so don't take it too seriously, its just a lil bit of fun. It's not an x reader or anything, so the boys are the main characters!

I've proofread this so many times, but I am dyslexic, so I apologise for any errors!

also while I tried my best to make it historically accurate, some facts may not be just for the sake of the story.

Warnings: Alcohol use is a big factor in this story, so if that makes you uncomfy, this might not be the fic for you. (please drink responsibly my loves!) there's also some sex references and language, but everything is PG-13.

Word Count: 11,512 (yes this is a long one! get cosy and bring snacks!)

Setting: The Def Leppard House, Dublin, Ireland, summer 1984

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Part 1

Since their tour with Billy Squier ended, it had become hard to tell the days apart. Sure the same could be said for the buzz and excitement of waking up in a new city and performing in front of thousands every night, but staying at home, getting drunk looking at the same four walls was a new, burnt out low. The momentum they had built up over the years of rapid recording and touring and more recording and touring was slowly coming to a standstill, and was slowly turning into pressure: pressure to release something bigger, better and louder than anything they'd done before. They dealt with this, of course, like any other sane band would: by getting wasted. Every day. Attempting to use their drunken stupors as a means to generate new lyrics.

Inspiration, however, came few and far between, especially when any semblance of a workday had vanished, each day and night blurring into one endless stream. Though there were some nights, that started just like any other, which would stand out just that little bit more in their hysterical lifestyle.

“Have you come up with anything spectacular yet?” asked Sav tiredly, just as Joe ripped a page out of his notebook. The pair of them were sitting at opposite ends of their worn out sofa with their feet on the cushions. Sav had his acoustic bass across his chest, and was playing random bass lines, new and old.

“What does it look like?” Joe scrunched up the page and hurled it across the room, aiming for the bin, but hitting Rick in the process. The drummer was sitting in an armchair opposite, tapping his hands and feet to non-existent music.

“Oi!” he exclaimed. “I was right in the zone there!” He threw the paper ball back at Joe, but missed. The dreary silence resumed, and was only broken by the sound of Sav’s bass. It was a little out of tune, and despite how much he adjusted the tuning pegs, he never got it to sound quite right.

This seemed to last all afternoon, into the evening. It was only the arrival of the Terror Twins, and yet another one of their shopping hauls, that had any hope of livening up the impending night, which looked like it was going to be a continuation of what they were already doing: sitting around, doing nothing, while getting hammered.

Steve and Phil’s cargo seemed to mostly consist of cheap wine. Joe noticed that Steve looked a little extra happy with himself, and almost immediately after, clocked the cause: the guitarist was sporting a shiny new red leather jacket. The Twin’s cheerful conversation came to a halt when they saw the state of their bandmates. It was not a sight to be proud of, but unfortunately it was one that Phil and Steve were quite used to.

“You're not still trying to write that song are you?” Phil grabbed both of Joe's shoulders from behind. “It's Friday night, you three should have stopped working hours ago!”

“I'd hardly call sitting on a couch writing a single word every few hours ‘working’” Sav sighed, and put his bass down, propping it up beside the sofa.

“Shit it's Friday night?” said Rick, jumping forward in his chair. “Shouldn't we, I dunno, celebrate? What do normal people do on Friday nights?”

“Pretty much the same as we do every night mate: Drink heavily and argue” Joe chuckled. “It was Friday night last week, it will be Friday night next week and every bloody week until the sun explodes. Why is today any different?”

“Always the optimist, aren't ya Joe?” Sav smiled with a hint of sarcasm.

Phil stood in the middle of the room, with his hands on his hips. “Well I think we should do something fun. Let's use that as an excuse to go out. I know of a party we could go to. Either way, if I have to spend another night in this house I'll go crazy.”

“Crazier, you mean!” Steve joined his terror twin in the middle of the room. “Yeah you lot are no fun anymore. Besides, I wanna show off my jacket, it's cool isn't it?” He held out his arms and admired the leather.

“Also,” continued phil. “We need an excuse to open this wine!” He picked up the bag he'd been carrying and took out five bottles, placing them on the coffee table. Steve gestured to them as if they were some sort of ancient artefacts, desperately trying to liven up the mood.

“Since when have you ever needed an excuse to open up a bottle of wine?” Sav examined a bottle. “Especially one I could get for dirt cheap from round the corner whenever I want?”

“Since now! Do I have to remind you that it's Friday night?” The guitarist picked up a bottle and uncorked it, pouring it into the empty glasses that were already on the table.

“I think my jacket deserves a toast!” Steve eagerly picked up a glass.

“To looking cool!” announced Phil, and clincked his glass with Steve’s. The other three mumbled in agreement and took a gulp from their own glasses.

Perhaps it was the boredom, or the monotony of the past few months, but Joe couldn't help but be slightly jealous of Steve, who was still happily admiring his new red jacket. Especially when he had something of his own to show off. Something that he was surprised none of the boys had pointed out before.

“Notice anything different about me?” the singer blurted out. He stood up suddenly, turning round as if he was showing off his outfit, which happened to be nothing unusual. Still the same T-shirt and jeans combo. The others stared at him blankly.

“Your ears are bigger?” joked Rick with a fake genuine interest.

“You showered?” added phil.

“No, I know: you’ve finally run out of sex appeal, I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while buddy,” Sav said with a cheeky smile.

Joe cut an icy look at the bassist, and pointed to his head in frustration. “My hair!”

A chorus of “oh” came from his bandmates.

“I got it cut yesterday! I wanted to look just like David Bowie, short on top, long at the back. My old hair just wasn't… rock and roll enough. Maybe feeling like a rockstar will help me write better songs.”

The others just stared at him blankly, having had this exact talk from him when he got rid of his curly perm a few years back.

“Look!” Joe ruffled his fingers through his new hair, fluffing it up. It was clear that he had put more than the usual amount of hairspray in it. “Aren't I just the epitome of a rock god? I can't believe you idiots didn't notice.”

“Yeah you're a vision,” said Phil flatly. “Now! Who's up for some fun tonight then?”

Joe flopped back down onto the sofa. “Well if we do go out somewhere, it would need to be a place where my good looks are actually appreciated. They are wasted on you boys. Though I'm still all in favour of staying in and getting drunk on this wine.” Joe picked up the open bottle and started sipping it straight.

“Well, I know just the thing!” said Phil excitedly. “The party! it's being hosted by one of Peter’s friends a few blocks away, he mentioned it a few days ago. It's perfect!”

“I can show everyone my new jacket too,” added Steve, twirling it round with a beaming smile.

Rick bounced up from his chair and stood with the twins. “Yeah I'm up for a party, why not? It'll get me out of this shithole for a start.” He seemed to be dressed for the apparent occasion too. His usual attire in the summer months mostly consisted of nothing but shorts, as, being a drummer, excessive clothes proved to be restrictive. Today however, he was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans.

Joe and Sav stayed put. Joe had turned to lie on his front, hiding his face in the sofa.

“Are you sure there's nothing else we can do?” His words muffled through a pillow.

One by one the boys started suggesting different activities. Cinema, bowling, local gig, you name it, they said it. Though, every single suggestion was shot down or laughed at by at least one of them. That was, until joe suggested something completely unexpected:

“We could sit in the garden?”

One by one, the bandmates nodded, grabbed the wine, and headed out to the garden. It was a warm night, and the sound of the water crashing in the nearby bay was always relaxing. As they filed out onto the patio, however, they were instantly hit with memories of the chaos that had taken place there a mere few days ago: they'd hosted what was supposed to be a small gathering of their own for the Fourth of July, but as more and more strangers arrived, it turned out to be a much, much larger party. Fourth of July festivities were few and far between in Dublin, it seemed, so those that did want to celebrate flocked to the nearest gathering without hesitation.

It was common knowledge within the music scene that Def Leppard threw parties that rivalled even those of Mötley Crüe, they were just much more discreet with them. This party was no exception: The garden looked like a bomb had hit it. Random debris strewn over the lawn, any unbroken furniture sported graffiti, countless bottles and cans were dotted about, giving their own stash a run for its money. Not to mention the firepit was an absolute sooty mess, dotted with singed papers and unused bits of cardboard.

They stood there for a minute taking in the scene before them.

“Well who’s cleaning all this up?” Sav shrugged.

“Shit, I forgot that was in our garden,” Joe admitted guiltily.

They trudged back onto the house, leaving the mess as they found it. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

As they sat back down in the living room, it looked like they’d hit a dead end, and would be spending yet another night staying in and getting drunk on their own cheap alcohol.

“Right,” Joe waved his hands assertively. “You don't want to sit in the garden, I'd say we finish these bottles, get wasted and call it a night.” he took a swig from the now half empty bottle from before.

This gave Rick an idea. While Joe was busy necking large gulps of wine, the drummer grabbed the four unopened bottles from the table, and hid them behind his chair. While Sav didn't seem to notice, Steve and Phil caught on, and silently approved of the plan unfolding, looking for any excuse to cause a little terror.

“Which bottles?” Steve tested, with a hint of glee in his voice.

“The ones… wait, I could have sworn…?” Joe eyed the table where the bottles were.

“Bless him he's off his face already,” Phil joked. “You know where there is more wine though? The party! Come on guys, it will be fun.”

Sav looked up, and eyed the guitarist with a quizzical look. “You know, I'm picking up a certain keenness from you about going to this party. There wouldn't be any other reason you want to go, is there?”

“Absolutely not!” argued Phil. Sav raised his eyebrows at him, keeping firm eye contact.

“Ok there might be a girl…” admitted Phil sheepishly. He now had the room's full attention.

“I bloody knew it!” said Joe, who sat up with a sudden eagerness about him.

“Who is this girl then?” Rick smirked, a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“Rosie,” said Phil, who was now looking at the floor, a kind shyness seemed to have come over him. “I met her a few nights ago in a pub. Peter actually introduced us. That was also when he told me about the party.”

“Oooh Phil has a crush!” his terror twin teased, hugging him from behind.

“Get off!” Phil wriggled out of Steve's arms, while trying and failing to hold back his laughter. His face had turned a light shade of pink.

“Right,” Joe suddenly said. “I'll tell you what, we are going to this party, I need to see who this girl is for myself, and make sure she's not just another groupie who wants to get into the pants of the first rockstar she sees.” dodging Phil’s stuttered protests, he clumsily vaulted over the back of the sofa, grabbed his jacket and stood by the door. It was obvious to everyone that Joe was more than a little jealous now, being the raging extrovert he was, though he was doing his very best to hide it. He gestured for Rick, Steve and Phil to join him.

“What about him?” Rick pointed to Sav, who was peering over the sofa.

“You coming, mate?” Joe asked.

“Nah.” shrugged Sav. his curly mane disappearing back onto the sofa.

“Ok, well have fun freezing to death in your room, and you'll have to babysit us when we all roll in drunk.”

After a few moments of thought, the bassist rolled off the sofa, and reluctantly joined the group, grabbing his own jacket. “Well what are we waiting for?”

Just as Joe went to open the door, Phil ran upstairs, shouting; “hold on!” The rest of them stood there perplexed until he returned with a handful of old guitar pics.

“Explain?” said Joe, who had a look of genuine confusion on his face.

“It's stuff to leave behind!” explained Phil, as if this was common knowledge. “You know, near to Rosie! She'll find them after I've gone, and it would give me a perfect excuse to call her!”

His excitement didn't seem to rub off on the others, and they just looked at him as confused as before. Phil, still proud of his little idea, carefully put his collection of pics into his pockets.

“Alright, lover boy, can we just get going already before I change my mind?” Joe rolled his eyes and opened the door.

“Yup!” Rick exclaimed. “Steve, get the wine!” Steve happily did what he was told, he ran back to the living room and grabbed the bottles of wine Rick had hidden earlier.

“What..? Lies! Sabotage! Betrayal-” Joe shouted while being pushed out of the door by Phil. “I knew we had more wine! You bastards!”

Steve sprinted back, a bottle of wine under each arm, and one in each hand. Phil quickly closed the door behind them.

***

Part 2:

The Leppard house was still and quiet. It had remained that way for the majority of the night, well into the early hours of the morning. That was until the peaceful silence was broken by muffled voices outside, which grew in volume as they approached the house.

These voices were loudly (and very drunkenly) singing Queen’s Somebody to Love, complete with out-of-tune acapella guitars and drums. The discordant chanting was only broken by the sound of a shoe, or possibly a clumsy guitarist, making contact with a metal bin, and a neighbour down the street yelling at the boys to “pack it in for God’s sake!”

This prompted the song to turn into an ensemble of “shut up!”, as one of the voices tried to unlock the door.

“The key won’t… go in the thing..!”

“Joe- Joe you're using your finger.”

“Oh yeah, shit.”

The keys jingled in the lock for a few seconds, before the door to the once peaceful house was opened again, letting five very drunk, very scruffy Leppards stumble in. The cosy, sepia-toned darkness of the once empty house was interrupted by one of them switching on the light, piercing their intoxicated heads.

Joe’s trendy new mullet was an absolute state, and definitely not looking very Bowie-esque. Steve ambled in after Joe. He seemed to have lost anything he’d had on under his red jacket, which of course, he was still proudly wearing. His trousers were replaced by a pair of the small Union Jack shorts. A still-singing Phil had his arm around Steve, somewhat relying on him for balance. His shirt that was once buttoned was now completely open. They were closely followed by Sav, who was sporting a large plaster on his left hand. Rick had red wine all down his front, which could have easily been mistaken for blood from a distance. The band wandered around the living room until they either found a spot to lean on, or, in The Twins case, started dancing on the spot to non existent music.

Each of them was sipping on a different, fancy liquor, taken from the party, the wine bottles from before were long gone, apart from the one that Joe had been drinking before, which had remained on the table.

Phil’s bottle was a tall, thin cuboid containing a bright blue liquid. Joe, Sav and Rick had oval shaped bottles, each containing a slightly different shade of red. Steve had a square bottle, which contained a brown, bitter looking substance. Each drink was incredibly strong, but they were too expensive to pass up, and the boys were too drunk to notice. They each kept a firm grip on their respective beverages.

“My hair…” Joe hiccuped. “Does my hair look ok?” he ran his fingers through it, making it look even messier than before.

“Yeah, yeah sensational, mate,” Phil said, looking in the opposite direction.

“I told ya about ‘Hair Power’,” Joe explained to no one in particular. “Three women asked for my number tonight…” he confidently held up two fingers, before taking another sip of his liquor.

“Joe, your number is our number,” Sav jumped onto the sofa, keeping his bandaged hand elevated. “We only have one phone in this house, remember?”

“Well I guess I'll just have to be the one who answers the phone for the foreseeable!”

“Fine by me, I hate answering the phone.”

“Look at us!” Steve slurred from across the room. “We're dancing!”

Sure enough, he and Phil were doing a dance of sorts. A type of dance you would only do in the late, late hours of a wedding reception. The type of dance that involves you standing in the same spot, moving your arms and hips around aimlessly. Had Joe been sober, he would have laughed in their faces, however it would be a long time until that was a reality, so instead pointed out:

“Ha! But there's no music!”

“Go on then, sing us something!” encouraged Phil. “You are our singer after all.”

Joe toppled down onto the sofa next to Sav. “Sing it yourself!”

“Alright then!” and as if it was living proof that Phil and Steve did in fact share a single brain cell, they both burst out into a very tipsy duet of Honky Cat. It went surprisingly well with their impromptu choreography. Once they got to the chorus, Rick and Joe couldn't help but join in, adding to the amalgamation of voices that always worked so well on stage. Even in their drunkenness, they found a way to harmonise. Sav, meanwhile, grabbed his acoustic bass, which he’d propped up against the sofa before they left, and began strumming out the bassline. The terror twins still dancing like before.

As the song went to repeat, however, Steve stopped singing, which led to the others to quickly fade out as well. Sav put his bass back where he’d found it.

“Why don't we…” Steve burped a little, “have a dancing competition?”

“Yeah yeah!” Phil excitedly agreed. “But… but for that we need proper music…”

Without a second thought, the guitarist knelt down with a thud in front of the case of records, and grabbed the first one he could find, which happened to be a copy of Deep Purple’s Machine Head. He placed it onto the record machine as carefully as the units of alcohol in his system would let him. He turned the speakers right up just as Highway Star began to play. Being musicians, you can bet they had one of the best sound systems money could buy. They could feel the bass drum in their chests and Ian Gillan’s vocals were piercing as ever. If they’d closed their eyes, they might as well have been front row at a concert.

With the building intro now blaring, Phil grabbed Steve by the arm and dragged him into the middle of the room. He happily obliged, and they both started dancing to the music like their lives depended on it. This was no wedding reception two-step now, this was a dance that involved the wild flailing of all four limbs. This was the type of dance you would see in the pit in front of Mötorhead or Iron Maiden. All personal safety abandoned. Just a pure release of energy.

After a verse or so of this, Joe decided that the Terror Twins’ reign on the dance floor had gone on for too long, or maybe it was because, for once, the attention was not on him. “That's rubbish!” Joe announced, through a series of hiccups. “I could do way better than that!”

Despite shouting, his voice was barely audible over the music. Just before he could show off his dancing skills, however, Sav jumped up.

“Nah you're dancing embarrassed us at the party.” he shouted. “I bet you can't do this…”

And just like that, the usually composed bassist joined the Twins. Instead of dancing, Sav opted for jumping and thrashing his limbs about in midair. Rick burst out laughing (it was a ridiculous, and somewhat rare sight, indeed), and accompanied him to the homemade dance floor, copying Sav's jumping.

Joe, now being the only one not dancing, decided he didn't want to be shown up, and wanted to prove to the others that his dancing was not, infact, embarrassing.

“Why- why would I want to do that? Why would I want to do that when I could do this…” and he was off. He took off around the room, jumping about like a gymnast. Except, of course, with much less finesse. He travelled around the ‘dance floor’, skipping and attempting cartwheels, between various floppy jumps. Of course, he had to include his famous air-splits, using the sofa as a launchpad.

And before they knew it, the living room descended into chaos. All five Leppards were flailing about wildly to the roaring Highway Star in the background. It really was a sight to behold. As Ritchie Blackmore’s second iconic guitar solo rang out, the Leppard guitarists couldn't help but headbang along, frantically playing the air guitar. They ‘played’ just like they did on the Pyro tour: leaning on each other's backs. But the constant movement, and the fact that Deep Purple was somewhat heavier than most Leppard tracks, meant this proved to be a challenge and they ended up crashing to the floor in a laughing heap. Only to get right back up again and repeat the process.

They danced right up until Ian Pace’s last drum run, after which Steve turned off the record player, and collapsed face-first onto the sofa, Phil flopping down right on top of him. The others crumpled into the nearest seat available, which for Rick happened to be the floor, on which he laid out like a starfish. For a full minute, all they could do was catch their breath, panting heavily. For just over six minutes, they may as well have been teenagers back on the Sunset Strip, taking in the vivacious excitement of a late night club crawl.

Despite this, as soon as Steve flicked the switch of the record machine, the walls of their Dublin residence swirled quickly back into view, obscured only by the stars in their eyes from the lack of oxygen.

“We…” gasped a very out of breath Joe. “We… are so… out of shape… how we did that every night on tour… I will never know.”

The wheezing continued, and Joe looked for some hydration, which inevitably came in the form of his red liquor. The others seemed to have found theirs again too, and had gone back to sipping them.

“It's not everyday you get to raid a cellar of fancy liquor! Good on Peter for tipping us off,” Joe, still out of breath, took another sip from his bottle. “What is this anyway? It's like… cherry-flavoured antifreeze.” he grimaced as the spirit burned his throat. He gestured to Phil: “What's yours?”

“Ah yes, because stealing expensive alcohol from the fancy houses is the best way to make friends in this neighbourhood.” The guitarist laughed and took a swig from his own bottle, the bright blue liquid in it looked almost fluorescent. “Couldn't tell ya what this is though…” he glanced at the label. “‘S’all in bloody Italian… though, I am getting notes of almond, must be a sort of Amaretto… but blue?”

“You're lucky you didn't have to go into that cellar with us though,” Rick pointed out to Phil, who had snuck off with his mysterious date shortly after they’d arrived. “It was real creepy, there were massive spiders in there too, one even fell on Joe's head! Ha! He screamed like a girl!”

“I did not!” Joe glared at Rick. “It's not like I'm scared of spiders or anything, the bastard just wouldn't come off.” he chuckled nervously. “At least it didn't ruin my hair.”

The others tried not to smile and hummed in agreement. They’d rather not reveal just how much damage the spider (which may have just been made up by a mischievous Terror Twin) had done to Joe’s hair. Or perhaps it was more his frenzied attempts to remove it. Either way, the copious amounts of hairspray held his new ‘style’ firmly in position.

“What about you?” Joe motioned to Sav, who was still very much feeling the effects of their dance competition, but silently satisfied at the sight of Joe's hair.

“Hmmm,” he looked at the label, and took a sip. “Sweet… but nutty, I think it's passion fruit.”

“Ooh, let's try some!” said Joe eagerly. “Go on, pour some out.”

“No!” Sav grumbled, hugging his red bottle. “You’d hate it anyway. You've got your own, I wanna get blind drunk.” and with that he gulped down as much as he could, before the burning in his throat became unbearable, causing him to cough.

“Oh come on,” piped up Rick. “It sounds nice.” The drummer attempted to grab it from Sav’s hands from the floor, however the bassist was adamant on finishing the drink alone, and turned to face the backrest of the sofa, using himself to shield it from the prying hands of Rick. After a few hapless swipes, Rick gave up and returned to laying on the floor.

“You'll regret it tomorrow,” taunted Joe. Sav returned to his original position, and took another sip in response.

“I think we all will, mate,” said Phil. “Aw man, I didn't want to leave that party, I was having fun.”

“Yeah well I wasn't,” said Joe. “It was too crowded, and it was too dark, and the bathroom was too bright. The drinks were shitty and the food was cold. It was everything I expected and less. I told you we should have stayed in. I'm never going outside again unless I need someplace to throw up.”

The others just rolled their eyes at the singer’s speech, having heard a variation of it every time they did something that involved leaving the house. Joe did in fact have fun at the party, much like his friends. At this point, it was common knowledge that he thrived in social settings like that. But the alcohol usually got the better of him afterwards, clouding his judgement and casting a veil of melancholy over what was otherwise a lively, fun night out.

“You had a bad time?” said Sav. “Aren't you going to apologise for my hand?” he sloppily held up his bandaged hand in the air.

“Huh?” Joe mumbled.

“Well,” Sav haphazardly began to recount. “You said the food was cold, but you forget this amazing thing you can do to food to make it, ya know, not cold. See because I actually have some common sense-” the bassist tapped his head, his uninjured hand disappearing into his frizzy hair as he did so. “I had the great idea to put food, get this, in the toaster!”

“I'm sorry, what are you on about?” said Joe. “What does this have to do with me?”

“Let me finish! Anyway don't act like you don't remember,” continued Sav. “Just as I took the delicious warm toast out of the toaster. A certain Mr Elliott-” he widened his eyes at Joe, “-decides it's a great idea to barge into the kitchen and put me in a headlock, ya know, as ya do. I suppose to show off to all his friends that he is in fact… oh what's the word? Oh yeah, an idiot. ‘Oh yeah pick on the quiet one! What a great and original idea!’ and of course, since there was no way I could have predicted this strange turn of events, my hand slipped, and well…” he waved around his injured hand.

“Well how could I have possibly known that you were making toast?” protested joe.

“You do have these things called eyes, you know,” Sav shot back, using his good hand to pull back the lids of his right eye. “Anyway Joe, what happened to your hair?” he smirked.

“What about my hair?” Joe said cautiously.

“Oh nothing, nothing.” It was almost too much fun. Quickly changing the subject, as to not arouse suspicion, Sav reached down and patted Rick on the chest. “What happened to you? Why’d ya look like Carrie?”

“Oh this?” Rick looked down at his wine stained front. “Well, it's funny you say that, because me and this group of girls got talking about films, right, and one of them said how she saw the film Alien, and apparently had nightmares for months about the scene where the creature bursts out of that guy. You guys know the scene right?” the guys murmured in agreement.

“Well, the girl who was with her had no clue what I was on about, and she also happened to have a small dog with her, which I thought looked a bit like an alien, you know the ones with the big eyes that look like they want to murder you? As it jumped out of her handbag - yes it was that small, can you believe it? Anyway, it gave me an idea. I laid down on the floor, kinda like I am now, but pretending to be in pain. Through my fake… pain noises… I picked up the dog, put it in my shirt, and lifted it out again, and perfectly demonstrated the scene. But then I thought of a way to make it even more realistic, so I grabbed the glass of red wine the girl was holding, and poured it on my chest, where the ‘alien’ had come out of!”

“Oh my God, you poured wine on the dog?” said Steve in horror.

“No no of course not,” Rick reassured him. “The girl grabbed him from me before I could do anything else. Kinda glad she did too, as the thing looked like it was gonna kill me.”

“And I don't bloody blame it,” said joe. “So why exactly did you decide to recreate that gruesome scene again?”

“I dunno, made me look cool I guess,” Rick admitted. “Anyway, enough about me, where's all your clothes gone, Clark?”

“Excuse me,” said Steve. “But I think you'll find that this jacket is the only thing I'll ever need to wear again. It's the ultimate piece of clothing, you lot wouldn’t understand. Everything else I was wearing was just a distraction.” He got up from underneath Phil, who was still laying on top of him, and did a very wobbly twirl, once again showing off the jacket. He took a sip of his dark liquor, and flopped back down on the sofa. Phil laid his head in his terror twin’s lap.

“What about the shorts?” pointed out Sav. “I don't remember you bringing them to the party?”

“I must have been wearing them under my jeans, I suppose. Sometimes I like to wear them, ya know, reminds me of being on tour.” A reminiscent look came over Steve's eyes. The others could see where he was coming from.

The sense of routine that they’d had on tour was one of the things they missed most, and one of the reasons they couldn't get anything done in, and almost dreaded these down periods. Tonight was a perfect demonstration of that: no curfew, no alarm, just an endless stream of drunken consciousness with no stage lights or cheering audience to break it. Steve's little statement seemed to have thrown them all even further back into reality. And they fell back into a sullenness. The only noise being the sloshing of liquor bottles being brought to mouths.

Joe was the first to speak: “so, Phil, how’d it go with Rosie?” He raised his eyebrows, emphasising that last word. “You got your chance with her, what’d you talk about?”

“Uh nothing really,” mumbled Phil quickly. Joe immediately sensed there was more to this conversation, having caught glimpses of the pair talking for the duration of the night.

“Come on, I wanna know,” Joe pushed.

“Oh, it doesn't matter.”

Joe had heard this before, and knew exactly what Phil had talked about. “Phillip Collen please tell me you did not bore that poor girl to death about guitars for the whole party?”

“What was I supposed to do?” protested Phil. “It's the only topic I can speak about when I'm nervous. I'm good at guitars. I know guitars. I've dedicated the better part of my life studying them and all the gadgets that go with them, you guys know that. I wanted her to be impressed. Oh I don't know.” he crossed his arms in frustration. Steve patted him on the head in an attempt to comfort his friend.

After a slight pause, Joe pointed out: “So, you were nervous? Wow, you must really like her.”

“Yes!” Phil threw his hands up in admittance. “And, you know, I really think she likes me. That's why I wanted to get everything right.”

“Nevermind,” said Joe. “You probably left her a trail of guitar pics for her to follow you home with. How did your little plan work anyway?”

“No you see, it didn't work,” explained Phil, who was beginning to sound genuinely upset. “Every time I dropped one, she would pick it right back up. My pockets are still full of them.'' Sure enough, he dove his hands into his pockets and took out all of the pics he'd so confidently brought to the party hours ago. Not knowing what to do with them all now, he spilled them from his hands onto the floor.

“She kept following me everywhere. Not that that's a bad thing, mind, but it now means I don't have an excuse to call her. And she doesn't have an excuse to call me! Oh God, I forgot to ask her for her number! Oh I really have messed this one up, the one time I actually make a connection with someone and I blow it.” he went back to sulking. Steve absent-mindedly played with Phil's hair.

“Don't worry, mate,” Joe tried to console his friend. “I'm sure there will be other girls. Besides, we’ll be on tour again before you know it, they'll be throwing themselves at ya!” Joe reassured him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Despite this, his attempt at cheering him up failed, as his face remained as frigid as ever, as if a storm cloud hung over him.

“I doubt it,” Phil lamented. “Not like Rosie. There was definitely a spark there I'm telling you. She was not just another bird you'd meet backstage and forget about thirty seconds later. I really felt like she could be The One.”

This was another example of a conversation that was often had between the Leppards, but it was one that they treated with sensitivity. Their lifestyle practically guaranteed being surrounded by women who wanted to be with them, whether they liked it or not. But this meant that flames like Phil seemed to have found that night were few and far between. So when they did come across one, they held onto it with all their might. Besides, who were they to say that Rosie wasn't Phil’s ‘One’?

***

Part 3

“Well I'll tell ya what,” said Joe, in a desperate attempt to lighten the rapidly darkening tone of the night. “We dont need girls to keep us going. We have each other.”

“Cheers, Joe,” Phil desperately fought a smile. The others chuckled lightly.

“You know,” Steve started. “We may not be lucky with girls, but I'll tell you the one thing we will always have: music! Seriously, I never believed in love at first sight until I heard Physical Graffiti. I don't know how Page did it, but he really captivated fifteen year old me. I wouldn't be playing onstage with you lot if it wasn't for Zeppelin, that's for sure.”

“Oooh looks like Phils not the only one with a crush,” teased Rick.

“Shut up!” laughed steve. “You can't tell me I'm wrong though, we wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for our love for music. Led Zeppelin was my first love, there I said it. Make fun all you want, but they've done more for me than any girl ever has.”

“He's got a point, you know,” agreed Sav. “If it wasn't for me hearing Queen for the first time, I'd probably still be in that miserable factory, kicking about a football at night just to sweat off the stress of the day. I love you Queen!” Sav blew a kiss to the ceiling.

“Everyones a romantic aren't they?” Rick rolled his eyes with a smile. “Though since we’re confessing our undying love to our heroes, I gotta agree with Steve and say that The Zep is one of my all time favourites. Watching John Bonham do what he does best? Ok maybe I do love that man. But I mean, which young drummer didn't want to be just like John Bonham? Come on Phil, who was your first love? Your real first love?”

Phil took a thoughtful sip of his blue liquor. “Aw man, where do I start? Queen and Zeppelin, obviously, but then you've also got the likes of Van Halen? Man, I wish I could do what Eddie does. Oh but then there's AC/DC? Malcolm and Angus have gotta be one of the best guitar duos out there. No offence Steve…”

“Oh no, I fully agree, mate,” Steve continued to play with Phil's hair.

“Aerosmith, Prince…” Phil went on. “Oh and how could I forget? The Police! Oh and Billy Idol! I- I love them all ok? Call me a slut, but I've had love affairs with so many bands, we’d be here all day. Come on Joe, which bands were your first loves? And don't lecture us about Mott the Hoople again, we know!”

“Well that doesn't mean I can't say Ian Hunters Overnight Angels! Ian Hunter is my one and only.” Joe put his hand on his chest proudly. “Though of course there's T-Rex, Bowie-” he flicked his still messy mullet, “and of course Zep and Queen. Whoever it was that inspired you to be here today, as long as you have a copy of their music, they ain't going anywhere.”

“Cheers to that!” Steve held up his brown liquor bottle. The others happily did the same, mumbling their own cheers.

“Though, I could tell you about my first heartbreak,” Joe reclined back onto the sofa.

Sav eyed him. “Joe, if you mean that girl you met in LA, I told you she-”

“No no I mean in terms of music!” Joe corrected. “I'm well over her. Anyway, my parents got me a copy of The Sex Pistols’ Never Mind the Bollocks for Christmas back in ‘77, you’d remember, Sav. It was the one album I just could not get my hands on that year. It was sold out everywhere I looked. So opening it that morning was just a great experience. The sleeve was even signed by all the guys. There was a signed poster, and a handwritten note in it too. I have no idea how or where my parents even got it, but lets just say the soundtrack to Christmas ‘77 was just Sex Pistols on repeat. It's just one of my favourite memories, and the album will always be special to me. I remember my dad joked that in ten years time it would be worth a fortune, what with it being signed and everything, but to me, as soon as I opened it, it was already priceless.”

It was now Joe’s turn to sulk. The light in his green eyes dimmed. “But, on the AC/DC tour, I have no idea how, but I lost it, to this day no one knows where it went. I knew I shouldn't have taken it with me. But it was a little piece of home, and at that point we were all pretty new to this touring business. I’d never even really left Sheffield before that. The record even inspired a lot of the stuff we played on that tour. Hell, it inspired stuff we play now. I just needed it with me. Of course I could just get another copy, which I have done. But it's not the same. The copy my parents got me was irreplaceable. It was my copy. Johnny Thunders said ‘you can't put your arms around a memory’ but while I had that record, I sure could. So yeah, I guess that's the story of my first proper breakup.”

He got up from the sofa and sighed. “I need some water.” and with that he wandered into the kitchen, leaning on any available surface for balance. The others remained unmoving in their respective positions.

Phil was the first to break the silence. “Aw man, I never knew about that. I bet the guy was a right state when he lost it, it sounds like it was really important to him.”

“The saddest part is,” Steve took a swig from his bottle, and looked in the direction Joe had headed, and then back at the group. “He didn't actually lose it, me and Pete broke it.”

“Wait… what?” Phil spluttered. “Don't joke about this, Clark, Joe really seemed upset about it.”

“No no, it's true,” Sav slowly nodded. “Tell him Steve.”

“Well, and you gotta hear me out on this, it wasn't entirely my fault,” Steve put his bottle on the table, and began to recount the story. “Like Joe said, it was the AC/DC tour, so you weren't with us yet, so of course you couldn't have known. But, and again I'm not exactly proud of this, one time, Pete had had a little too much to drink, though what's new? Anyway, while we were on the road, I don't remember where to, Pete decided to go through all of the records we had on the bus, and give them one-star reviews. Why? I don't know, I guess he was just in a bad mood, and wanted to provide us with some entertainment.”

“Stop trying to make him seem like the bad guy,” warned Rick. “You were both in the wrong, get on with it.”

Steve paused for a minute, and continued his story. “Ok, ok, well basically, Pete got to Joe’s copy of Nevermind the Bollocks and started chatting shit about it, and Johnny and Sid, as if they weren't some of the most influential Punk musicians? Anyway, the guy was drunk, and on a moving bus, so he was bound to damage the record in some way or another. So I’d had enough of his stupid reviews and tried to take it off him, knowing that Joe would have gone mad if he saw him holding his record so carelessly.”

“Joe was asleep by the way,” said Sav. “Me and Rick were trying to sleep too, but Pete was very obnoxious that day. I'm surprised Joe slept through it if I'm honest. Anyway, Steve, you tried to take it off him?”

The guitarist continued. His voice lowered. “Yeah, so of course, Pete was off his face, so he wouldn't just let the thing go without a fight. I'll admit I'd had a couple too, but I still had some sense. To cut a long story short, we ended up in a sort of tug of war. I promise I didn't mean to, but with Pete being difficult, and a moving bus? The bloody record snapped right in half, bending the sleeve and all.”

“Fuck…” Phil slowly said, after a long pause. “So… what did you do with it?”

“Well this is where I was the stupid one,” admitted Steve. “I know, I know I should have just told him what happened, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it, knowing how much the record meant to him. I felt like there would be less tension if I just… got rid of the evidence. So I opened one of the bus windows and just bloody chucked it out. There wasn't any traffic around or anything, and the road was just surrounded by trees. I couldn't think of anything else to do.”

Phil just laid there motionless, trying to take in Steve’s story. He couldn't quite believe it.

“It’s true mate,” Sav broke the tension. As if he read Phil’s mind. “Me and Rick saw the whole thing. In fact, now that you know, Joe is the only one of us who doesn't. Clark swore us all to secrecy. We told Joe he must have left it at a venue or something as a cover.”

“Please don't tell him,'' Steve sounded serious now. “Please. What he doesn't know can't hurt, and besides, when does find out, I want it to come from me. I'll tell him eventually.”

Phil thought it was highly unethical to keep a secret like this, especially after Joe practically poured his heart out over that record. But, as always, he trusted his Terror Twin.

“Ok, ok I won’t tell him. Don't worry.”

“Cheers mate,” Steve patted Phil’s head affectionately, just as they heard Joe’s clumsy footsteps coming from the kitchen. Steve, Rick and Sav went back to their drinks, as if the huge secret hadn’t just been revealed. Phil, on the other hand, could not get the story out of his head.

Joe, who returned holding a pack of cards, tossed himself back onto the sofa. “Anyone want a game of Poker? I still don't know how to play it properly, but we're all wasted, it makes it more fun. No prizes, just forfeits. And for God’s sake can we get some music on!”

“Sounds good to me!” Sav sat forward. The others followed his lead, and gathered around the table as Joe dealt out the cards. Rick went over to the record player and replaced Machine Head with David Bowie’s Station To Station. Rick made sure to turn the speakers down to a more comfortable level, so as to not blast the room with the full volume from their dance competition.

They played several short games, with surprisingly few arguments considering the amount they’d drunk that night. The opening track of their background music perfectly reflected their changing mood throughout their poker games. A little tense at first, but eventually they let loose and got into the groove of things. A few games in, just as Golden Years began to play, they’d basically abandoned the rules. Not that anyone protested, if anything it made for a more interesting little tournament. In a broad retrospect, the track fit the scene perfectly.

Sav seemed to have a knack for the game, and won three in a row easily. They devised a plan where whoever had the lowest hand at the end had to do a forfeit, instead of betting. This led to some pretty interesting scenes: Rick had to play a round upside down (he opted for the sloppy headstand approach) and Joe had to play two rounds speaking in only Monty Python quotes. As well as this, some new rules were introduced around the house as a result of losing: Phil, having lost the first game, had to answer the door for the next month and Steve had to do all the washing up for a week.

“Ha! I win!” Joe threw down his hand of cards. His sentence of Python quotes had ended a game ago. As well as this, after a few repeats, Station’s A-side had run its course once again. Joe’s hand consisted of three Fives, a Jack and The Chariot.

“Hmm, another Tarot,” Phil observed. They seemed to have been mixed in with the playing cards, and cropped up throughout their games. “But, my friend, that's only Three of a Kind, I'm sitting on a modest Four of a Kind!” He fanned out his cards to reveal four Queens. The others rolled their eyes, their hands clearly not high enough to beat Phil’s.

“Oh bollocks!” Joe put his head in his hands playfully.

“Ha you lost!” Rick teased.

Those two statements suddenly reminded Phil of the story that just unfolded. “I lost my copy of Never Mind the Bollocks” Joe's voice played over in his head. He couldn't help picturing the scene that Steve had just described.

He lost his record just like he lost the game, oh Steve, Phil couldn't help but think.

“What?” Joe shot Phil a puzzled look.

“What?”

“What's me losing my record got to do with Steve?”

Phil’s heart dropped to his stomach. He realised he’d thought that last thought out loud. In his panic, his brain seemed to go into overdrive, and before he knew it he was speaking again:

“Your record… it- it got broken…” the words spilled out before Phil could stop them. “It- it was an accident though…” He desperately tried to save himself.

“SHHHH!” Sav and Rick waved their hands vigorously, despite knowing it was already too late. What with their collective impaired judgement.

“What do you mean my record got broken?” Joe’s voice became hesitant. “No, this lot told me, I must have left it at a venue back on the tour. I can't think of anywhere else I would have left it. And wait, how does Steve fit into this again?”

There was no point denying it now. Despite Phil’s best efforts, the secret was out. “Look, I- I didn’t want you to find out like this, I- I’m sorry…”

Joe cut Phil off, and turned his gaze to Steve, whose face was drained of colour. “What's he on about?”

Steve took a moment to collect his thoughts, a sudden, searing tension grew in those few seconds. “Ok, first of all, I was going to tell you at some point, it just never came up. Second, it wasn't entirely my fault. Please just hear me out on this…” the guitarist then cautiously retold the story he had recounted to Phil moments earlier, desperately avoiding eye contact with Joe, who was sitting with his elbows on his knees, looking at the floor.

“...I'm so sorry Joe I really am,” Steve finished the story. “And I know Pete felt bad about it as well.”

Joe continued to sit there in silence for a bit, unmoving. He then looked at Steve with a straight, yet defeated face. “I don't believe you.” he scoffed.

“He's telling the truth mate,” Sav sighed. “Why would we joke about something like this? Besides, what more proof do you want? To drive back to the exact location Steve chucked it?”

The secret was out. Joe had no reason not to believe his friends, when he spoke, his voice was level, trying to make sense of this revelation. “So you've known this whole time?” He turned his head to Sav.

“I'm afraid so. Rick also knows. Oh and Peter, I told him as well. And Mutt. Oh and it's an anecdote I like to tell when drunk at parties if your name comes up. Which is quite often considering you are our lead singer and frontman.”

“Anyone for another game of cards?” Rick desperately tried to lighten the mood. However, his efforts were ignored entirely. Throughout this entire exchange, Joe remained surprisingly calm.

“Well, maybe I've been holding onto some secrets about you lot,” he boasted. “Maybe I have a few little facts I've collected over the years.”

“Blackjack anyone?” Rick dealt out cards to no avail. Joe continued as if he hadn't heard.

“Steve, I bet you didn't know that Sav here is actually a divorcee,” Joe now had a wicked smile on his face, he was going to enjoy this.

“Wait, no that's not entirely true-” Sav tried to protest, but Joe was on a roll with this already.

“Remember that girl he met in Vegas a few months back? Well, he got married to her that evening! Can you believe it? That's where he disappeared to! Where’s the girl now, you ask? She only bloody married him on a dare didn't she? Of course she divorced him straight after, and sodded right off. But hey! What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”

Sav just sat there, eyes wide, the others staring at him with a similar expression. Joe however, still had more dirt to spill:

“But Sav, I bet you didn't know that Phil once spent all night talking to a girl at the bar. He'd had a few too many, and so had the girl. Your usual stuff right? Well, it turns out that this lovely, lovely girl Phil spent all night chatting up was actually just a bloke with long hair and eyeliner. A Vince Neil, Mike Monroe type, if you will. How he didn't notice the guy's lower voice I will never know.. or maybe… Phil, do you have something to tell us?”

“Oh shut up, sh- he! He was just very quiet!” Phil spluttered. “And it was dark, and loud, and I was drunk. What was I supposed to do?”

“Yeah yeah that's what they all say,” teased Joe, who was enjoying this a little too much. Steve was laughing behind his hand.

“You think that's funny?” Joe continued. “Well Steve once stole all of Rick’s clothes while he was in the shower. The usual terror twin shenanigans. You guys remember our poor drummer running round that venue naked right?”

“That was you?!” Rick exclaimed angrily. “You wanker!” He threw the empty card box at Steve, hitting him square on the head.

“Ow!” Steve was trying to hold back his laughter. “I'm sorry about that alright! Though it was pretty funny.”

“Let's just say it's lucky there wasn't anyone around…” the drummer scowled at Steve. “Anyway,” Rick turned to glare at Joe. “Sav, Roger Taylor did reply to your letter, but Joe here accidentally put it on that bonfire we had on the Fourth of July. in fact, you could probably still see remnants of it out there now.”

Rick kept his eyes fixed on Joe’s, a smug smile crept across his face. Sav also looked at Joe, but with much more ice.

“You what?” he exclaimed. “Did we not just have a conversation about how Roger Taylor is one of my heroes? You don't just burn stuff like that!”

At this point, secrets were being spilled left right and centre, by anyone, about anyone sitting in that room. It turns out, that despite living close together on the road for months at a time, there was a surprising amount that the guys didn't know about each other. And until now, they'd hoped to keep it that way.

According to Sav, it was Phil and Steve secretly taking out Joe’s boat one night that landed it a huge scratch on it’s side. Joe had been under the impression that he must have done it himself without knowing, and was scared to take it out for fear of scratching it further.

Steve revealed that it was Rick who had taken the strings off of every single one of Sav’s basses a few weeks ago. Apparently he got so stoned one night, and needed wire for a sculpture he “just needed” to make. Thick bass strings seemed like the perfect alternative. Rick then revealed that Joe, who was also stoned, threw them in the bin because “the sculptures were rubbish”. It took a good few days for Sav to replace the strings, and tune them to how they were before.

After several long minutes of these back and forth digs, Rick suddenly got up without another word. He walked across the living room, and up the stairs. The others watched him in stunned silence. Had he had enough? Their thoughts were answered when he came back down the stairs after a few strained seconds. As he walked back across the room, they saw he was holding something. It was a hand mirror. Rick turned to stand in front of Joe.

“By the way, you went to the party looking like this:” Rick held up the mirror to Joe, who took one look, and recoiled back into the sofa.

“I what-!? Aah!” the singer gasped, sounding genuinely scared, and frantically adjusted his messy hair, to no avail.

“Ah, vanity was always your one weakness,” Rick smiled proudly to himself, and sat back down in his original position. The silence in the room returned once again, everyone now ruminating over their spilt secrets.

“Well I think that covers everything,” Sav went back to his liquor, and slumped back into the sofa.

***

Part 4

Just as the air seemed to clear, there was a knock at the door. The guys looked at eachother, puzzled over who could possibly be needing them at this hour.

“I guess I'm getting it,” Phil was true to his forfeit from earlier. He slowly made his way to the door, rubbing his face. But his tired body language instantly turned to nerves as he opened the door, and saw who was on the other side.

It was Rosie. She looked tired herself, having probably come straight from the party, but her face was shy and smiley, framed by feathery blonde bangs. She wore a purple cardigan over a faded Aerosmith T-shirt, which was tucked into a light blue midi skirt.

Though the boys had seen her briefly at the party, they only noticed now how Phil was right: she didn't look like the typical type of girl you'd see backstage. Seeing her shy smile, and sparkling brown eyes looking up at Phil made them think that he'd been right about this evening with her.

“Rosie! Hi!” Phil mirrored her shyness, and for once, didn't seem to know what to say.

“Hi…hi!” Rosie chuckled nervously.

“Hi!”

“I- I wanted to return something you left behind.” her nerves seemed to dissipate, and Phil could sense an excitement in her voice. His eyes lit up.

“Really? I- I left something behind?” he thought back to his numerous failed attempts with the guitar pics.

“Yeah,” Rosie reached into her shoulder bag quickly, and pulled out an empty wine bottle. “You brought this bottle to the party! I remember you saying something about you guys keeping all of your bottles. I couldn't find any of the others you brought, though, sorry!” She handed Phil the bottle.

“Oh right, thanks!” Although the others couldn't see from a distance, it was clear that Phil was blushing.

“I thought you could add it to your collection, to, you know, remember tonight. So I asked Peter where you lived, and- oh but I can see you're busy! I’m sorry-” She noticed the rest of the band and their apparent card game.

“No no, it's ok!” Phil gently took her shoulder, encouraging her to come in. “Thanks for bringing the bottle round! It's great that you- you came round… with… it,” they were both nervous, but Phil was letting his nerves get the better of him. Joe was undeniably still slightly jealous, but he also didn't want to see his friend mess this up, so put his pride aside.

“Offer her something, you fool,” Joe said with his back to the pair, the others, however, were watching them like hawks.

“Oh yeah, um,” Phil attempted to sound casual. “Would you like a drink? We have tea, coffee or- or Bailey’s or- or I could make a cocktail, you know like-”

Rosie quickly stood on her tiptoes and kissed Phil on the cheek, cutting him off. “Teas’ fine!” she smiled, sensing Phil’s nerves fade.

“Tea! Coming right up!” Phil practically skipped into the kitchen, which caused Joe to silently cringe. The rest of the guys just smiled.

“I'll help you make it!” Rosie dashed after him. Not two seconds after she disappeared into the kitchen, the pair could be heard giggling together. It made the others suddenly doubt their chances of getting any tea of their own. A few minutes, and no tea later, they heard the pair run quietly upstairs, still giggling.

While Joe sat there with a straight face, Steve was still smiling to himself. “Aww good for Phil, yeah I saw them together at the party, she really likes him.” he finished off the last of his brown liquor, his face turned more serious. “Look, Joe, I really am sorry about your record, I know how much it meant to you, and I should have said something sooner. I'll try and make it up to you somehow.”

Joe smiled and shook his head quickly. “Don't worry about it mate. I still have a copy of the songs, they hold the memories too, just not in a physical form is all. What did I say earlier? ‘Whoever it was that inspired you to be here today, as long as you have a copy of their music, they ain't going anywhere.’”

“Yeah, something like that,” Steve's smile returned.

“Perhaps I could wear a Sex Pistols shirt or something on the next tour, it could be a sort of in-joke,” Joe chuckled. “Anyway, the best present I ever received was the money my parents somehow scraped together for us to record the EP. We can be inspired by as many records as we want, but at the end of the day, where would we be without that?”

“Yeah I guess you're right.”

Without Phil, the room was quiet. But not the good type of quiet, where you could just sit and enjoy the company of others, it was the strained sort of quiet that meant the conversation was beginning to dissolve into ‘right, I'm going to bed’. But for some reason Joe didn't want the night to end, realising only now that perhaps, he didn't take in and enjoy it enough.

“Stay for a drink won't you?” he picked up his liquor bottle, which was down to its last few drops.

“Nah I think I'm going to call it a night,'' Steve said the statement Joe had been dreading. He got up and stretched tiredly. Without another word, he slowly made his way upstairs.

Joe looked at Rick, who turned out to be asleep on the floor. How long he’d been asleep was a mystery.

“Just you and me then,” he nodded to Sav, but knew the response he'd get.

“Nah, I’ve gotta get my beauty sleep,” the bassist put his red liquor on the table, which was still about a quarter full. “I've got a date tomorrow, I've got to look pretty.” he laid himself out on the sofa, using Joe as a footrest.

Joe couldn't help but double take at Sav’s last statement. “You have a date? When did this happen?”

Sav’s eyes were now firmly closed, but he was still conscious, for now. “I got talking to a girl at the party, right before I burned my hand. I never said that the toast was for me, the girl I was with, her name was Joy if you must know, was hungry, but fancied something hot instead of cold party food. I wanted to be all noble for once and make something for her. But we all know how that ended. Anyway, you know I don't eat gluten, it gives me indigestion.”

With that, Sav fell asleep, dead to the world in seconds.

And then there was one. Joe thought he might as well go up to bed, and attempt to get at least a half decent couple of hours of sleep. As he got to his feet, the room began to spin, his alcohol intake of the night finally catching up with him in that moment. Squinting his eyes, he grabbed two blankets from behind the sofa, and put one over Rick, and one over Sav. Just before he left, he noticed Sav’s bottle still had some spirit left in it, and thought back to earlier when he’d wanted to try some. Seeing that Sav was unconscious, Joe picked up the bottle and took a sip, adding yet more fuel to the inevitable hangover he would have the next morning.

As he put the bottle down, he grimaced, the taste sending a shudder through his whole body. This was much stronger stuff than he’d been drinking, and how Sav had been drinking this so casually throughout the night was a mystery, though it was no wonder why he didn't want to share it. He'd done Joe a favour, if anything, by saving him from the inescapable tauntings of “lightweight!”

While Joe made a promise to himself to forgive and forget the incident with the record, he still couldn't help but think that he could have done something to prevent it, and that he shouldn't have been so careless with such a precious item. He went over to the phone and dialled Peter's number. Peter, of course, was either fast asleep, or still at the party, or both, so there was no hope of an answer at this hour. As it went to voicemail, Joe realised he could barely string together a sentence, much less think clear:

“Next time… we go on tour, I- I want a separate bus… just for my records. Oh, and a Sex Pistols shirt, yeah I know what happened witht the record, the boys confessed. Ok, alrighty then, bye bye.” It took him a few tries to hang the receiver up. After he’d done so, he trudged up the stairs to his room.

As he passed Phil’s room, however, he could still hear the pair giggling. Joe could already feel his hangover setting in, and just wanted some sleep after the rollercoaster of a night. He feebly knocked on the door.

“Keep it down will you?” he groaned. And went into his own room. He crashed out on top of the duvet, not even bothering to take off his clothes. Just as he was getting comfy, Phil, who was wearing a grey dressing gown, poked his head around the door.

“Did you want anything Joe?” he asked innocently.

“I just… I just don't want to hear any noises, ok?”

Phil nodded thoughtfully and left, only returning a minute later to silently place something at the end of Joe’s bed, tiptoe out, and close the door behind him.

Joe groggily looked to see what mysterious gift Phil had given him. When he saw what it was, he rolled his eyes for the final time that night. It was a pair of Rick's ear defenders that he used when practising drums. Joe figured that Phil really had struck gold with Rosie.

He was too tired to bother putting them on, or maybe he just didn't want Phil to get the last laugh. He listened to the giggling for a few more seconds, and just before he drifted off he thought to himself: “I'm never partying again,” just as the first beams of day began to break through his window.

The night was already becoming a blur, and most of it would be forgotten by the time he woke up. The series of blotchy images of Steve showing off his new jacket, dancing to Highway Star and conversations about musical heroes would quickly become just another memory of another Friday night. Not a specific Friday night, as there had been many before and would inevitably be more like this to come, which would eventually haze into future nostalgia. This was a mere footnote that would be lost in the whirlwind of what was on the horizon, but there would always be something so magical about spending these precious, lazy nights with best friends.

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#this was so much fun to write you guys!#I hope you enjoyed!#I already have ideas for more pics like this sjfjfhss #ik I said this was a crack fic but its kinda sappy in places oop #but in a good way tho #gotta make it a rollercoaster of emotions #Spotify

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Hold me

Requested: @wanniiieeee

summary:the band sunset curve fall into a coma what will happen next read and find out.

word count:1580

A/N: I was really deep into a depressive state writing this so sorry its bad!

Warnings:not a warning but reader can touch the boys

pairing: Luke Patterson x reader

“Maybe I’ll try tonight…” Julie finishes talking to Ray, Flynn and I rush from the top of the stairs back to Julies room after listening to the saddened voices speaking about moving.

“Quick, act natural.” Flynn whispers as we hear Julies footsteps coming up; we both unpreparedly get into the most unnatural position, trying to act “Natural”. Jules walks in furrowing her eyebrows after a glance at the two of us.

I pick at my nails pretending to be casual as I try to spark a not so subtle distracting conversation. “Hey Jules, funny seeing you here..” I say looking up curiously.

“You heard?” she says blankly.

Flynn and I turn to each other; she stands up from the edge of the bed stalking slowly to the girl with big slippers.” If by “heard” that, you mean the fact, we get to go through the cool stuff in the loft...then...yeah.” she says with a smile on her face as she rubs the girl’s arm in comfort.

I stand from my spot at the desk wrapping my arms around the girls, putting our heads together.

“We can all do it together Jules... if that would help…” I nudge the girl’s arm putting a small smile on her face. She leans her forehead on mine, speaking up. ”That would be nice.”

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“Woah dude how did we get back here!” The shaggy-haired boy says after sputtering up a cough looking around as the other two guys check out the studio. Flynn, Jules, and I scream growing terrified of the new presence in the room; The guys begin to join in on the screaming scared of the sudden noise.

First instinct and a smart one, we all begin speeding past the boys out of the studio running into Ray.

“Woah slow down, You look like you've seen a ghost” He didn’t know-how on the spot he was about our expressions. We all stare at him traumatized like as we say in unison “We have!”

Carlos cuts in “cool!” I thump him in the head with my middle finger and thumb to make him shut up but I’m quickly cut off by Ray scolding me, “Y/n, We’ve talked about the thumping.” he says as Carlos mimics his actions of pointing his index finger at me as to be stern. before Ray turns back to him with his eyebrows furrowed.

I huff turning to Carlos to apologize but quickly speed off so I don’t have to.

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Flynn, Julie, and I walk in a huddle back to the studio holding a cross. I start to giggle remembering a TikTok, I begin to speak up before I could be interrupted.”Shiver me timbers...am i right..?” I say giggling, we turn around at the sound of little giggles at my TikTok reference

We begin screaming again when we’re cut off by our blonde friend who we just visited at the hospital not that long before, his soft voice asking us to please be quiet and stop screaming.

“Guys, do you understand what’s happening?” I ask say sadly as everyone looks at me.” If we’re seeing ghosts then that means they passed…” my eyes begin to well up with tears at the sight of our sweet boys standing there confused as to what’s wrong.

Luke stares completely and utterly confused as he attempts to touch Julie and Flynn to test the “Ghost logic” when his hand fell through with a chill he was filled to the brim with sadness, his heart dropped in his stomach, tears in his eyes as his head began to pound and his throat felt like it was clogged, making it hard to breathe. “I don’t understand..” Reggie shakes his head.

My boy with his shaggy brown locks decides to attempt to touch me; Slowly reaching his hand out towards my face , he hesitantly brushes the pad of his thumb against my warm tear-stained cheeks, so caught up in the moment it felt like no one else in the room. He grabs my shoulder pulling me towards him to engulf me in a hug..

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3 weeks passed.

I lay across the couch thinking of lyrics in my head trying to put it all on paper, I sing the song in my head trying to find the melody when a certain boy walks up behind me sticking his fingers to my side tickling me.I know exactly who it is by the scent filling my nasal passages, I turn around prepared with a small nerf gun from my hoodie pocket shooting him, but the bullets going through him.

He snorts staring at me in awe as if he knew it wouldn’t work.”What, you think it’s funny I can’t shoot you, huh..huh?! I saw as I jump off the couch onto his back kissing and bear-hugging the boy as he lets out wild laughs; fouling my heart with warmth. I slide off his back but he’s still holding on to my leg making me stumble, he quickly loops his arm around my waist catching me before I can fully reach the ground. Our eyes linger on each other for longer than normal when we hear a faint but clear whistle behind us.

“Come on lover birds, we have songs to write and instruments to play,” Reggie says walking up to the two of his, blushing and warm cheeks clearly showing. We finally look down and realize we’re still conjoined at the hip making us move away from each other abruptly.

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“Hey luke it’s me again, I know your soul is technically still in the studio and I just saw you but it’s still nice to come to check on your body.” I saw as I bring my hand to the luke laying on the hospital bed, caressing his rough calloused fingers with my own soft ones.

I giggle as i remember a fun time we had when he was quote “alive”.

“You remember that one time we went down to-” I was quickly cut off by Lukes’s nurse coming in to tell me visiting hours were over, but I can still hang out with ghost luke, right? All these thoughts in my head; what if he doesn’t wake up, what if he never gets to be seen again,to play his music the way he wants to.what if I never have my best friend back.

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“In and out y/n, just like we practiced, in and out.” Alex had me leaned against his chest to help with the tightening of my muscles as he brushed the hair out of my face helping with my panic attack.“Luke-Lu-Luke, where is-where is he.” I managed to get out in between breaths.

“He said he was on his way, It okay he’ll be here.” he stroked my hair, as I struggled to breathe at all, my test tightened, I felt cut off from the world. It was like watching myself struggle but unable to help with the pain. Just about that time, I was bursting into hot tears, luke ran into the studio immediately cupping my face with his calloused hands trying to calm me down while repeatedly asking whats wrong;I bury my head in the crook of his neck as I continue to squall about how he’s my best friend. “ Y/n you smell like pure vodka, did you drink anything?” He holds my face in his hands staring at me lovingly

“I drank some- I drank a lot of Smirnoff- a little of a lot, cus i visited you in the hospital and started thinking about how I need you back-I -I need you back Luke, I need-need you. Please just hold me..” I trail off into whimpers as he pulls my head in his lap, caressing my hair softly as he thinks about everything I just said.

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I sit in the hospital when nurses begin to run into the rooms of the boys,I hear ther voices and thats all i need before i start falling on my knees crying happy tears,falling from my eyes salty droplets as i begin to run straight to lukes bed but begin to be pushed out and i know somethings wrong; And my heart drops to my stomach as i hear “Whos the pretty girl?” my boy asks.my heart stops...what did he just say

A/N: WHAT DID SHE SAYYYY, SUPRISEEE SHAWTYYYY HE DONT REMEMBER YOUUUUUUUUU

“Luke it’s me,it’s your best friend?” i said in more of a question.

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Weeks passed by and luke still doesn’t remember me,and i have no clue what to do.weeks feeling overwhelmed without my bestfriend.weeks crying every second thinking about how ive already lost him when lukes ghost walks in at the same time as luke when they run into each other the sight in front of me is crazy as it looks as if his soul has been sucked into his body when i hear “Y/n?”

I run as fast as my legs can carry me into his arms and place a harsh kiss onto his lips knocking him back but he responds kidding back. Long minutes of being in eachothers arms when he pulls back smiling that signature smile i’ve always loved

“I love you Y/n” He says with tears in his eyes.

“I love you too” i say as i pull him back in for another kiss.

#charlie gillespie imagines #charlie gillespie x reader #luke patterson imagine #luke jatp #luke patterson x reader #luke julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner #jeremy shada #madison reyes

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 3 years

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I m just having these random thoughts. Like tae has always been very clingy and affectionate with other members like jhope or rm or jin or even jk. Whereas wgen it comes to vmin its mostly jimin being clingy. Like u can see even when vmin sit together its mostly jimin touching him or clinging to him whereas when they sit with others while jimin is equally touchy tae becomes clingier. Its so wierd and i dont know what to think.

Looking at the history of vmin from beginning until now (here’s an amazing timeline post by romanticdrift you should check out), in the first couple of years both of them were clingy and affectionate with each other, but also rough and lacking the experience that came with age of how to properly communicate with each other about their feelings and thoughts and in general. So, while in the beginning they just had fun with it, some of it being for show to entertain ARMY, some not, it’s true that things have evolved over the years and nowadays they are very different from how they used to be in like 2013, for example. That isn’t a bad thing though. It’s a natural progressing even.

Besides, Jimin and Hoseok are the two most physically affectionate members, that’s true, but just because that’s their love language (at least in primary free content, yet in paid content like ITS or BV, have you noticed how suddenly even they are way less physically affectionate, how the members don’t feel the need to constantly cling to each other, hug and touch each other, and rather just spend time together doing something or being in the same room doing their own things while enjoying each other company), we can’t expect everyone to have the same one. For instance, Yoongi is more about showing acts of service toward his members as a way of showing them how much he cares about them and loves them, it’s his love language. Does that make his affection for them any less valuable than when Jimin is clingy with another member?

If you look at how Tae’s behavior has fluctuated across 2020 due to obvious reasons in the first half while settling down and turning happier in the second half, you’ll notice that he’s in general “calmed down” with how affectionate in a physical way he is with the other members. He’s still silly and making jokes with them when he’s in a good mood, he still touches and shows physical affection toward Jimin, like in the RUN episode with Chef Baek and the rice cooker moment, yet there are also times when he simply doesn’t want to do that. It’s not a bad thing, and it also doesn’t have to say anything at all about the state that vmin’s bond is at. It runs so much deeper than some physical touch caught on camera during a 35-minute RUN episode, or lack thereof in some other content.

Jimin and Taehyung worked so hard and over a long period of time for the bond they have now, especially since they did it not as BTS Jimin and BTS V, but as Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, the real-life people. They put in a lot, and I mean a LOT, of emotional and physical labor into creating and strengthening this bond they’ve always had (in some form or another) because they saw something in each other, saw that they’d found their person in each other and wanted to make it work despite their differences, despite hard times making not only their lives hard but also putting their bond to a grueling test, and at the end here we are today where their bond is literally one of the closest and strongest bonds I’ve ever seen.

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Now, imagine you put that much into a relationship (and for this argument the only viable reason for why they behave this way and guard this so fiercely is because there’s something romantic here since why else would they be so protective about their bond and “hide” it so much?) would you really want to showcase it so obviously to people, strangers who only wait for reasons (even if there aren’t any actual ones) to be vicious and nasty toward you? Just to see people drag your bond through the mud, to insult it, belittle it, and write it off as “fanservice” (even more than they already do) even though it’s something so precious to you, even though this person is your person, your soulmate, your special someone you want to keep at your side until you’re grandpas?

I highly doubt it.

And that’s where the difference lies. Yes, all the bonds in BTS are strong and special in their own rights, but what Jimin and Taehyung have, that is something so rare, so precious, so once in a lifetime, yet also something they worked so hard and long for and on, who would want to “sell” it to the public? Wouldn’t you, too, want to keep it safe and close to your heart? Think of Taehyung’s lyrics from the song he posted and then deleted off of twitter, of him wanting to protect his love from those with evil tongues, to save his love and save himself with an umbrella, think of the drawing from the Snow Flower cover of the boy protecting the flower with an umbrella from the snow. Wouldn’t you, too, want to protect someone who is this special to you, with whom you share such a special bond, from the horrendous opinions and words of others?

It’s easy to be affectionate with people who are your best friends, your found family, your brothers, and showing that to people, but showing the same with someone so important to you, with whom you share a different level and kind of connection, it’s a completely different story.

Besides, we still get glimpses of it from time to time, we see their affection for each other, and yes, it’s different, it might come across as weird to some, but that doesn’t make it any less meaningful and their bond any less real and deep than any other bond within BTS. Does the closeness of two members truly only depend on their on-camera affection, yet the moment it’s something we only hear about yet not see, therefore is something off camera and not for us to view, somehow not exist and not matter?

At the end of the day, we know so little about their private lives, and much of what you see and hear about from some is just speculations, some of which are f*cked up to say the least in regard to some other pairings within BTS, and yet the things we do hear about their private lives come from their own mouths, especially in connection to vmin, are immediately dismissed and ignored because…because some loud part of the fandom just decides that that’s how it is and everyone else is meant to just follow their opinion, I guess?

That’s not right, we know that and, in a way, I’m sure they do as well, but they follow their own agenda, one we don’t have to follow or agree with. What they do is their thing, but as vminnies, we know what we know, we see what we see, so instead of looking what everyone else is doing, why don’t we do as they do and stick to our opinions, our feelings, everything we know about Jimin and Taehyung, as individuals and as pair, and feel happy for them but also happy for ourselves because we got to witness them grow into the people they are today, in general but also with each other. Isn’t that much more valuable than some short touch of a thigh or a teasing joke?

I know it’s easy to fall into the pattern of comparing, especially when it comes to the amount of content you get etc, but just because others want to impose their bad shipper habits on us and take how supposedly real a pairing is solely based on “”moments”” and turn it into something akin to a di*k measuring contest, who’s to say we have to participate? Besides, regardless of which shipper camp wins, it has no effect on the actual idols, says nothing about their actual real-life bonds. They are the only ones who know the true nature of their bonds and their depths, so looking at everything we know about vmin, things they’ve shared with us through visuals and words, do we really have any reason to feel insecure about our opinions? What reason do we have to think of how much or how little affection and clinginess they show toward each other in on-camera moments as the be all, end all evidence and standard of their bond? When we know how much they’ve worked for this, how much they matter to each other, enough so to cry and laugh together, to sing a song about it co-written and co-produced by Jimin, for Tae to write 4 O’Clock and many more, and for them to decide to want to stay together forever? In the face of all that, is it really that imperative for us to see them share affection on camera, for them to be clingy?

Isn’t everything else we have, these more than eight years’ worth of friendship and more, isn’t that enough for us to see and know their worth to each other?

And sure, there are moments where they are clingy, where they are affectionate with each other, so isn’t that enough? Do we really need more, or some kind of elaborate explanation for why it is that way or not a different one? Besides, they aren’t eighteen-year-old boys and rookies anymore, they are grown men who want to be seen and treated as musicians, Grammy nominated ones at that, who have learned how to communicate their love for each other in a way they are most comfortable and happy with, so do they really need to cling to each other on camera? No. They don’t owe us visual proof of their bond, don’t owe us visual reminders of their bond either.

The fact that we still get glimpses of their bond is a wonderful thing and I’m grateful for it. Generally, the fact that we get to see and witness so much of the members lives is something we should treat as special and not as a requirement, like a quota they need to fulfill. They could only ever show up during comebacks and promotions, but instead we get so much, just yesterday we had Jimin spend time on weverse replying to so many posts and even coming back a second time a little while later into the night, also replying twice to posts about Tae.

From anon: I think that, especially Taehyung, has succumbed to restrictions and fan service and the falsification of everything. This is the problem with the entire Makne lineage. Maybe they are all very real with each other in their personal lives, but in front of the camera they all seem very scripted. Because of that, I think Vmin does not present himself in front of the camera and does not want any fan service. What do you two think about it? Thanks for great posts!

This is another ask we got a while ago that I think fits thematically. Even more so when you consider that many consider anything vmin do together just fanservice, thus belittling and cheapening their bond in such a blatant and awful way despite having no right to do so. I’m sure vmin know about all of this, have seen the comments since they are everywhere, so it can’t possibly be fun or pleasant at all. You could argue that they could just not care about what people say, could just not care about how their interactions are viewed as fanservice, but that is way easier said than done when there is practically no escaping those comments at this point.

There’s a shipping rule, so to speak, especially when it comes to real people ships, that you are to keep your shipping away from them and keep it somewhere where they don’t see it. That rule has long been broken, burned and turned into micro particles that can never be put together again. And we know that’s a fact because we literally had Tae tell a shipper off on Weverse, something that usually never happens. But it did. Not that it changed anything or had any kind of effect, but it’s more about the gesture itself.

As for the scripted part, of course much is scripted but not because they are fake, their personas are fake, and the whole BTS are family thing is fake, but because their words have weight. Their actions have weight. Everything they say and do is put on a scale, measured and accounted for, analyzed, theorized and twisted one way or another. While they could be wild during rookie years, now that they’ve reached this unprecedented level of fame for Korean artists, that’s not possible anymore. They have to be careful, have to be on guard during certain content, have to put their very best foot forward at all times. It’s hard. Incredibly hard. We’ve seen them struggle with it, but that’s how it is. And when you struggle, it’s easier to have a script, even just a loose one, you can follow to make it easier, to make you less unsure or keep yourself from overthinking everything you say or do.

One thing that is incredibly important to remember is that when they are on camera, they are at work, they are BTS Jimin and BTS V, BTS RM and BTS JIN, and while parts of their real personalities are also part of their BTS personas, it’s still work, not free time. Especially during interviews or performances, while backstage getting ready to go on stage, or while going from schedule to schedule. Think about it this way, vmin are affectionate and clingy and loud about their bond in places where we see them, so now think about how loud they must be in places where we don’t see them, in their private lives?

Enough so for none of the members to laugh or react or comment on how casually Tae spoke about wanting Jimin to come sleep next to him. And enough so that Hoseok said that the person Jimin shows aegyo toward the most is Tae (though I’ve seen at least three different translations for this moment, the one I mentioned, another one that translates it as Jimin being spoiled the most by Tae, and yet another as Jimin treating Tae as big baby) in one of the Japanese interviews (NTV Buzz Rhythm) in July 2020, Yoongi nodding in agreement, the mention of that making Tae flustered (?) and want to downplay it a little by acting ‘surprised’ and asking “(To) me?”. This, too, is something we don’t see that often (anymore) yet it obviously must be there if Hoseok mentioned it and the others agreed with him. And at the end of the day, the members truly do know them, far better than any of us ever will. Or that time at the airport where Jimin waited for Tae and they only started to hold hands when they must’ve thought no one would be able to see it. Do things like this not sufficiently show that there are simply things they don’t want to show us? And thus, shouldn’t we simply respect their choices?

And even if they are calmer now, less clingy, less ‘showy’, we still got a bed selca they took while hidden behind their legs and blankets creating as though a wall so the ITS cameras didn’t see them, with a caption that…well, opens up some interesting implications (positive ones, of course).

Let me end this post on this: if vmin were just friends, or even if they weren’t friends anymore like some so vehemently insist is the case, surely there would be no issue for them to show their just friendship the way they show it with the other members, be clingy and affectionate in physical ways, possibly even just play a role of bestest buddies like some idols supposedly do, and yet they don’t do that. So, since they don’t do it, the only plausible reason I can see for it is that they simply have something between them that they want to hide and that it’s valuable enough to them that they want to guard and protect it, that makes their bond different from the bonds they have with the other members.

#answered ask #vmin #Jimin #Taehyung #somehow this wasn't supposed to be this long and yet it still turned out this way #discussion

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partiallysame · 3 years

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League of Villains Imagine

Title: Can I Join Your Club?

Summary: y/n wants to join the LOV and unexpectedly shows up at their hideout

Pairing: Slight Dabi x reader but more just interactions with the LOV members

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Language, mentioned sexual relations, slight gore (small part and not very detailed)

Note: Inspired by the song Cry by Ashniko ft. Grimes, lyrics will be in bold

Shigaraki, Toga, Kurogiri, Twice and Dabi were all in their abandoned warehouse hideout trying to plan their next move. Tomura and Kurogiri were sitting at a table across from Toga who was sharpening her knives. Dabi was across the room smoking with Twice. The conversation was more casual than constructive and the room was relaxed until a random voice appeared.

“Hi there” y/n spoke up, her voice cheery and kind. No one knew she was even in the room let alone how the fuck she got there. As soon as she spoke everyone tensed, Shigaraki and Kurogiri were on their feet.

“Y/n” Dabi said as he dropped his cigarette and put it out with his foot, his voice a mixture of surprise and slight annoyance. Twice’s head snapped towards him, confused as to how he knew this stranger. Almost as soon as Dabi said her name she spoke again.

“Dabi, you Fucking Fuckboy dont fuck up my plans,” she snapped at the man with the fire quirk, her voice clearly irritated and angry.

“Stop. Who are you and what do you want?” The group’s leader finally spoke up, now standing a few feet away from the intruder. He was staring at her through Father, her hair half up/half down, a skirt similar to Toga’s and an unbelievable amount of cleavage spilling from her shirt. She didn’t look dangerous, and definitely didn’t look like she belonged here.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry where were my manners? Hi, I’m y/n and I would like to join the League of Villains” The anger that was in her voice just a moment ago had dissipated and it was once again cheerful and kind. She was rocking back and forth on her toes while she spoke and her arms slightly swinging until she raised one up in an attempt to shake Shigaraki’s hand. Not a fan of the action Tomura grabbed the girl’s wrist and she tensed. Toga hadn’t been too interested in the situation until now and she sat up in her chair.

“Shigaraki” Dabi interrupted the interaction with a warning tone of voice, knowing what was about to happen. He could sense Kurogiri’s hesitation about the situation but Dabi knew Kurogiri was worried about the wrong person using their quirk.

“Who do you think you are to walk in here with so much confidence, you clearly don’t know what you are up against girl.” the words were being spat out of Shigaraki’s mouth and he tightened his grip on her wrist as a warning sign, until his fingers lost their grip on her and his hand closed into a fist. Wait what he thought as he looked where the intruder used to be. Did she just disappear, he was snapped out of his thought by the feeling of a blade on his neck and his arm being pulled out to the side by someone behind him, another blade resting on his wrist.

“Lay another finger on me, you could lose a hand” her voice aggressive and right against his ear. Tomura shuddered and he wasn’t sure if it was because he believed her or because her breath was ghosting around his neck. Toga and Twice, clearly stunned and unsure of what to do, looked towards Kurogiri who was already looking at Dabi. Kurogiri was smart enough to figure out that the two knew each other and maybe Dabi knew more about what to do in this situation. Dabi just waved his hand at the warp villain as if saying “don’t worry, no big deal”.

“y/n why are you always so god damn dramatic” Dabi said to the girl while pulling a cigarette from the frozen Twice’s two fingers that he had clearly forgotten about. Y/n sucked in a breath clearly affected by the words and tightened the knives' contact points on the group’s leader. Shigaraki was gonna kill Dabi when this was over.

“Bitch are you trying to make me cry,” her eyes widened looking at Dabi and her voice quivered slightly until she let out a small giggle. She released Tomura’s arm which fell down to his side. She twirled the knife in her hand before pointing it at Dabi.

“Or are you trying to make me lose it?” The words came out of her mouth surrounded by little laughs as if someone had just told a joke. Her tone was teasing and happy. She lowered the knife before gently running it up Tomura’s arm, she blew into his ear and nibbled on his earlobe before disappearing and reappearing in front of Shigaraki like she was before. The entire ordeal only lasted about a minute.

“Whoops haha sorry about that” y/n waved her hand in a “my bad” motion.

“So can I join your club?” she was right back to her casual demeanor once again.

Tomura was livid and his body language showed it, slightly hunched, scratching at his neck and puffing out breaths but before he could respond in any way, a noise went off. Her phone.

“Oops its time for my nail appointment” She was already turning on her heels to leave, hand stretched out to look at her nails. Y/n turned her head to look back at the group.

“I’ll come back tomorrow for your answer. How about the same time as today? Ooooh I hope you say yes” Her voice sounded so innocent and sincere. But Tomura wasn’t going to let her just walk away after what she did.

“Kurogiri” Shigaraki yelled and one of his warps opened where she was walking.

“Oh no thank you that looks scary” and with that she disappeared. The second she left Twice was jumping up and down.

“ I like her!! Did she bite your ear? That's weird. No that's hot.” the words spilled out of his mouth while he wiggled around a little bit. No one listened though all eyes were on Dabi who had taken a seat at the table.

“Are you going to give us an explanation? Shigaraki huffed out at Dabi.

“That's Y/n. Her quirk is teleportation, skills are a mix between Toga and Kurogiri but her personality is a little more like Twice”

“Oh I knew I was in love” Twice interrupted, his hands clasped together by his face.

“Anyway” Dabi continued, “Honestly she’d be a really good addition. She’s pretty loyal and none of the Heroes knows she exists”

“Have you worked with her?” Toga asked.

“Nope.” Dabi’s answer confused the group until Twice started laughing and then crying and then laughing again.

“Come on man how long have you been sleeping with her? Does that mean she's off the market? Oh no you said loyal. Does that mean loyal to you?” his crying continued.

“Enough! I am not letting one of your nobody girlfriends join the League of Villains” Shigaraki was annoyed Dabi was on her side in this.

“Tomura her skills do seem like they could be useful, you should think more about it” Kurogiri added, always needing to be the voice of reason.

“When she comes back tomorrow give her a task to do and let her prove herself” Dabi offered.

“Fine” Shigaraki was tired of this.

*NEXT DAY*

“Hi there” once again her voice came out of nowhere, startling the group. Twice did not hesitate to get closer to her today.

“So can I join your cool club?” the question came out so fast and eager while she played with her fingers, she was clearly a little nervous that they might say no.

Dabi couldn’t lie, he liked seeing her here, seeing her fun little outfit again. Yes they sleep together but it's on her schedule, not his so it wasn’t ever as often as he would have liked. Dabi liked seeing her but definitely didn’t like Twice trying to worm his way next to her. Dabi strutted up to his fuck buddy who reached out her newly manicured hand out to grab the collar of his shirt once he was close enough and pulled his face close to hers. Not expecting the sudden motion, Dabi stumbled a little bit. She put her lips next to his ear.

“I swear to god if you said anything bad about me or claimed me in any sort of way, I will nail you to the wall. Shigaraki is hot and I will not have you messing up my chance with him or Mr. Bodysuit” she said referring to Twice and surprising Dabi with the confession. “Now if I don’t get let in and it’s your fault, you will never see me again.” her voice was harsh in his ear (he kind of liked it). “You got that baby boy?” the last words of her warning came out breathy, almost a slight moan in one of her quick mood shifts before she lightly bit his neck and pushed him away. The wide eyed patchwork man backed up as she stepped close enough to Twice that their shoulders were touching. Twice thought he was going to faint.

“Are you done?” Tomura asked, referring to her encounter with Dabi. She nodded.

“Good. Before you are considered I need to see what you can do” Shigaraki began explaining that recently a small gang has been bothering some of their transports and that he wanted her to take their boss out of commission, any way she wanted.

“Oh is that all?” y/n asked, sounding genuinely confused. “Oh you’re probably going to set a timer or something like that.” She was trying to reason why his task for her was so easy and Shigaraki was trying to figure out what she meant by a timer.

‘Ready Set GO” Twice yelled, he liked the excitement. As soon as the words left his mouth she was gone.

Shigaraki and Dabi had been playing cards before she arrived and neither of them had the chance to sit back down before they heard someone scream. Wait not just one scream? Two? The two men turned to see two of the gang members tied up, sitting against the wall, each with a knife still sticking out of their thigh. Before they could think Y/n showed up with a third man, disappeared and then showed up with a fourth before disappearing once again. She was gone for longer this time. Everyone was staring at the four men who looked absolutely terrified. Dabi began to laugh a little. He knew she was good but this was wild. A loud thump from behind them got their attention. The group turned to see the severed head of the gang’s boss sitting on their table.

“Time!” Y/n yelled “how long was that” she asked slightly out of breath, wiping the blood of her knife onto her skirt. She then lifted her skirt slightly to put the knife back into her thigh harness, very clearly unaffected by the murder and decapitation she just took part in.

“6 minutes and 32 seconds” Kurogiri said from behind them, genuinely shocked. Y/n ran over to Twice and high fived him.

“Am I in? Was that good? I can do better if not.” All of her words tumbled out like a child who just asked their mother to time how fast they can run.

“Um, ya you’re in” Shigaraki said scratching the back of his head in almost a daze at what just happened.

“Sweet! See ya tomorrow!” y/n yelled before disappearing again but she didn’t come back this time. The group stared at each other in disbelief, completely ignoring the four men tied up next to them.

“Ya she’s a little..” Dabi started only to be interrupted by Toga.

“Homicidal!” The young girl yelled excitedly

“I mean I was gonna say Volatile but that works too”

#my hero academia #boku no hero au #dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi imagine #toga #kurogiri #twice #mha shigaraki #bnha tomura #tomura shigaraki #dabi smut #mha #mha imagines

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shuatoyou · 4 years

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one last summer - l.c

[day 38 of a tct summer collection]

✗ pairing; chan x reader

✗ genre; fluffy fluff and angsty angst :p

✗ wc; 3900

✗ summary; each day is spent counting down until the end of summer, you do this every year but this time around, its harder to watch the days go down knowing once the count hits zero, its time for him to go.

✗ song; pink skies by LANY <3

✗ a/n; i cant believe this is my longest fic yet ?? i hope u guys like it !! i chose to write for chan kinda on a whim bcos i dont do that a lot and he is just the best angel ... also i thought i should involve a little bit of my signature angst for my first writing collab with my best friends if u wanna see amazing stuff click below to travel to . . .

A TCT SUMMER COLLECTION *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the alarm ringing at a time you would never find yourself awake during summer, it could only mean you had an important day to look forward to.

today was the beginning of the countdown to the last day of the last summer you had together.

“chan, wake up,” you mumble sleepily at the boy, who was in a deep sleep at the foot of your bed. he scrambled about for a second before going completely still. of course he was back asleep.

you groan at the sight of him cuddling into the blanket, even more in spite of your attempt to wake yourself up and him at the same time. although, it was cuter than you wanted to admit. perhaps your heart went slightly crazy... but that was another issue for another day. or never.

“fine don’t wake up loser, i’ll eat pancakes on my own.”

hearing that, he jumps straight up “i don’t think so.” he glares at you while you sit under the warm blankets amused at his reaction.. he sighs in defeat once he realises it was all a play for him to wake up. of course you wouldn’t indulge in a beautiful breakfast without him.

morning flies by, and before you know it noon comes around. the clock reads three pm and you’re both sprawled over the couch binging ‘a silent voice’ for the nth time. the entire movie makes you sad but after watching it so many times you become immune to the tears.

chan on the other hand, doesn't. like always he finds himself getting teary at the same scenes every time. perhaps that was one of the qualities you adored in him: he never hid how he felt even if he hated the teasing that came with it.

after deciding on a whim you didn’t want to waste the day inside, you switched off the tv and threw a box of tissues at the emotional boy.

“what was that for?” he whines, throwing the tissue box off him.

“wipe your tears. i wanna go out,” you smile cheekily before skipping off to get your shoes on, shortly followed by chan.

“we’re going out in sweats?” he questions, pointing at the lazy attire you had both become accustomed to everytime you were together.

you shrug, grabbing the keys off it’s special hanger. special because it was made by chan himself when you were both in the second grade and making matching key hangers for each other's houses was sentimental you could say. or as your parents said.

when you were both younger, they were convinced you two would grow up together and maybe get married in the future. the two of you became inseparable over a short amount of time - all because of the one day he offered you his juice carton after yours had been stolen by the class bully in the first grade. that was almost twelve years ago now and that same boy was still standing in front of you.

“what are you thinking about?” chan nudges you as the two of you walk down the same road to your usual frozen yoghurt place.

“just some stuff,” you shrug.

“like?”

“pre-school.”

he hums in response, and you take this as an indication to go on.

“our parents really dealt with our crazy friendship the daily playdates... imagine if we ended up how they wanted us to.” you smile fondly, the thought of it all was enough to plaster an expression on your face.

“don’t remind me, they would’ve married us the moment we turned 18 if we left it up to them.” he chuckles. “they think we were meant together”

“do you?” you retort.

“do i what?”

“think that?” you ask not facing him. you would rather not have him fully see the crimson building up on your cheeks.

“i don’t know, i guess. we've been friends for so long, i've never thought about it.”

you nod understandingly and walk the rest of the way in silence, a comfortable one at that. there was never anything else when the two of you were together.

maybe that’s why you didn’t want to let go yet.

“BEACH DAY!”

“ugh, do you seriously have to scream that down the entire hallway, y/n?”

“yes because it’s beach day!” you yell one more time, forcing a reaction out of him but your amusement quickly dies down after feeling the soft impact of your pillow in your face.

“heh”

chan proudly walks out the room leaving you dumbfounded but you quickly scramble back onto your feet and chase after the boy jumping on his back earning a grunt from the much taller male.

“you suck.” he groans

“be careful you are in my territory little boy” you snicker signalling to your house which had been the location of the endless sleepovers for the summer holidays.

“speaking of, i really should go back home and pick up some more of my stuff before we leave for the beach.” he mentions as he lets you down from his back and the two of you take your seats by the kitchen island.

“oh that’s fine, want me to come with you? i miss your mom anyways.”

“don’t you have your own beach bag to pack?” he asks, grabbing a plate which mimics his actions and starts piling up your plate with his favourite breakfast stuff before passing it over to him.

“i can do it later” you smile now making your own breakfast plate. chan looks down hesitating with it.

“nah it’s okay, i’ll be back quick anyways” he mumbles, picking at the food making you lift a brow without saying anything as you delve into your own happily.

he didn't want to upset you but the small little things you had been doing for him had been harder to let go of as time went by.

however it's not long before breakfast is over and chan waves a quick goodbye before leaving for his own home for the first time in ages. it was quite normal for the two of you to spend a large amount of time at one and others houses both families gave up in trying to send you two back to your respectable homes.

meanwhile you spent the time he was gone packing your own beach bag consisting of the usual tower, sunscreen and one of the disposable cameras you bought for summer memories documenting. chan had laughed at the big box that arrived at your house a month ago especially when you told him it was a box of eight disposable cameras.

“you have your phone plus a polaroid camera, why do you need disposable ones?” he asks curiously prodding at the box.

“these ones come out cuter don’t judge. plus i’ll give you one or two that we use during the many adventures for you to process and hang up the pictures in your new room” you look up at the boy hopefully as he sighs in defeat.

giving yourself a little round of applause you open up the box and immediately grab one of the cameras pulling chan closer to get a selfie.

“this one is to mark the start of our summer adventures documented by a disposable camera.”

shaking your head you pull yourself out of your daze right on time as the doorbell rings. you only assume it’s chan and you’re right as you open up the door to the boy with his hands filled.

you take one of the bags from his hand letting him into the house.

“what’s all this?” you ask curiously trying to look at the bags as best as you could through the little openings.

“extra clothes, stuff for the beach and snacks my dad brought back from japan for you. he said he forgot to give them the last time”

excitedly you rush over to the bag he held up to you, japanese snacks were one of your favourite and chan's father had made it a regular occurrence to always bring you back some after his long work trips away in osaka.

which was where the family would be moving by the end of summer hence why the two of you spent each day doing something new counting down the days till the moment he stepped onto a plane without you.

noticing the sad look on your face while you looked at the snacks longingly chan threw an arm around your shoulders.

“what’s with the look? come on we’ve got waves to catch y/n”

“i'm gonna miss you” you pout and his gaze softens pulling you away from the bags and into his embrace allowing you to relax in his arms for a bit. he thought this would happen one way or another but he only expected it when it was the last day.

“are you ready to go?” he whispers while rubbing your back and you almost wanted to say no just to be able to stay like this a little longer but nevertheless you pulled a way nodding beginning to walk over to the bags so you could put them away into the car.

the drive to the beach was only peaceful, which was normal when it came to you two. just endless music and comfortable silence but you knew the tension in the air would not decrease anytime soon due to the nature of this entire summer.

“will we still talk when you leave?” you blurt out, failing to face the boy currently sat in the driver's seat.

“why the sudden question?” his face evidently changed to the questioning look he’s always had when he was confused about something.

you shrug and he doesn’t question furthermore which you appreciated because it would’ve been tough having to explain the endless worries in your mind.

reaching forward for his phone you scroll through his playlists until you find the one song that the two of you often found comfort in when together or apart.

“we have seriously got to get over this song”

‘shut up, i love you’

you laugh at his statement but that doesnt stop the two of you from singing along to the lyrics like it was your own song. you occasionally turned to the other watching him nod along to the song, your heart was in pain. how could you let go of him so soon?

‘you're my best friend’

another morning, another day crossed off till chan had to leave by the end of summer. the thought of him leaving soon made your stomach churn to the point you wanted to scream. so many unexplained feelings and yet you had to act like everything was okay and making the last few memories this summer would be nothing. you had no energy to get out of bed and do anything today even if you knew that the day would just go to waste.

“so what are we doing today? making more memories?” chan asked right on point with your thoughts almost teasingly.

“you ask that as if i have no reason to do this.” you mumble turning away from the boy and nuzzling further into your blanket.

“there's still time before i leave y/n”

“not enough though, chan.” you finally turn back to him, frustrated that he couldn't understand why you were so keen on spending time with him.

“yeah but i don't want to do all this just for the sake of time, i want to do it because we both love spending time together. don't we?”

you nodded pitifully, struggling with the real reason why it was harder to get through summer. your feelings were a factor in it all but you couldn't find it in you to tell him.

“can we just spend today at yours?” you asked softly, scared if you raised your tone it might betray you somehow.

this time it was his turn to nod before moving closer to you, unsure of what he was going to do. you looked up at the boy who only brought you into his embrace once again, causing your heart to do countless backflips.

“you’ve been giving me a lot of hugs recently.”

“mind your own business”

you giggle, letting your breathing steady at the pace of his. your mind drifts to the fact somehow you only felt this way when he was the cause of it.

he couldn't help but smile to himself when you let go in his arms, allowing him to hold you, physical affection was never a common thing in your friendship.

‘i think our hearts are starting to show’

“let's get ready to leave, hm?” he spoke, almost in a whisper as you pulled away and met his eyes. they had that usual sparkle in them. the one you adored.

his house, you were always warmly welcomed by mrs lee who treated you like her own child, perhaps that's why you and chan’s friendship was able to last as long as it had, your families ordered each other as much as the two friends did.

“i was wondering when he would bring you around again, how’s summer been so far?” his mom asked as you took your seat on one of the island chairs like you usually would while chan went to grab a bottle of water for you and him.

“it's been okay” you smiled at the woman now sitting across from you with a kind smile waiting for you to continue. “we’ve just been chilling you know how it is.”

“has he confessed his undying love for you yet?”

“mom! what the hell?” chan exclaims in shock trying not to choke on his sip of water and you sit there stunned.

“i'm joking sweetheart” she reassures the two of you noticing the red on either of your faces, giving you a knowing smile before turning away which lingers on your mind slightly longer than you would have wanted.

it takes a moment for chan to calm down and when he does he drags you out of the kitchen to his game room hoping to get away from his mother's endless teasing.

“god, i'm sorry i hate when she does this.” he runs a hand through his hair expressing his frustration and you chuckle nervously.

“does she say this stuff all the time?” you wonder, taking your seat on chan’s gaming chair making him sit on the bean bags on the floor. but he doesn't seem to pay any attention to it while he recovers from the past events.

“sometimes, it's always stuff like when am i going to ask you out or confess or something crazy you know?” he explains, fanning himself.

something crazy… the words stung momentarily as you thought about anything happening between you guys would be crazy to him. nothing would happen anyways, not now.

he shakes his head while walking over to plug in his monitor, “my mom truly believes we’ll end up dating.” he laughs to himself but you only go red at his statement, turning around on the gaming chair dangling your legs trying to distract yourself.

he frowns at the way you turn around but does not question it any further, instead, he picks up two of his game controllers and puts one in front of you before settling back down into the beanbag.

“what are we playing?” you ask finally turning back around

“mario kart?” he states more like a question though and you agree, leaving the gaming chair to sit beside him on one of the other beanbags.

you couldn't help but think how much you were going to miss this, zoning out as you think of the last time you two played.

“if i win, you have to fulfil one of my wishes, and if you win then… whatever you want.” chan writes it all down on paper kind of like a mock contract and you laugh as he slides it over to you to sign.

“please don't wish for anything crazy or expensive” you beg jokingly.

the only response you get from the boy is a simple wink which directly sends the butterflies into your stomach like every other time he does something.

you guys start your game and immediately the tension rises as the two of you compete for first class, occasionally nudging each other to throw the other off.

“i am going to win this, i promise you.”

your words lose all meaning as the big number two appears beside your character and you huff, mad at the fact you lost to chan once again who had managed to secure first place. it was frustrating how good the boy was at this game.

“what was that?” he lifted his hand to cup his ear teasingly waiting for you to repeat your previous statement.

you shove him away from you and cross your arms still salty at the loss.

“i think i choose to use my wish now.” he looked at you now.

“fine, what is it lee chan?” you kept your arms crossed as you also turned your body to face him.

“i’d like a kiss.”

you never expected to kiss him that night, and even if it didn't make things too awkward afterwards it only made you sure of the feelings that grew for the boy.

“wanna make a bet if one of us wins?”

you look at the boy stunned at his suggestion.

“did you forget what happened last time?” you ask fiddling with your fingers.

“yeah we kissed, no big deal right?” he turned away to turn on the game and you sat with your face evident with disbelief.

“really? no big deal?”

“huh?” he looks at you, puzzled.

“friends dont just kiss…” you try your best to explain but it felt like it was going over his head from the way he looked at you with so much confusion.

standing up, you unwantedly raise your voice “all summer you keep filling your head up with these things like we can never date and all of that rubbish after we literally kissed not so long ago, does that not mean anything to you?”

“it wouldn't matter anyways, i'm leaving. i’ll be gone soon.”

“that doesn't mean we won't stop talking. you said so yourself.” you fretted with a pleading look.

he looks at you saying nothing and you can only scoff feeling all the blood rush up to your head in anger before opening the door to leave. staying would only make things worse and you knew he wouldn't try and resolve anything if you did.

“where are you going?” he calls out as you’re about to go down the stairs with tears of frustration filling up your eyes.

turning around, you respond quietly to the boy, “is that all you’re going to ask?”

“what do you want me to say, y/n?”

you laugh in disbelief and struggle to keep yourself from choking out any tears, “i’ll give you time to think about it.”

with that you make sure to compose yourself enough to wave at mrs lee with a big smile by the time you’re down the stairs and she responds with a pitiful one, she most likely had heard you both. letting yourself out, you also let out the breath you’d been holding, leaving your childhood best friend all alone for the first time this summer.

walking home all alone was the worst part because your overwhelming emotions would not stay inside of you causing you to spill every sadness filled tear onto the pavements you walked on.

you made your way inside your house and without greeting your parents you locked yourself away to wallow in your sorrows for that entire weekend occasionally letting your mom in to comfort you without telling her the reason to your sadness unaware that at one point your parents worriedly notified chan you weren't feeling good sometime, it was only till you heard your mom softly knock on your door to tell you the said boy was waiting for you downstairs.

your heart wouldn't quit racing in your chest as you opened the door to her soft eyes begging you to talk to him after realising whatever happened was something to do with him. so you follow her downstairs, making your way into the living room where chan was sitting uncomfortably on the couch hoping for you to show yourself. you walked as slowly and quietly as you could trying not to notify him of your presence but that didn't work when you heard his voice call out your name making you shut your eyes tight in pain.

“i know you’re there y/n please talk to me”

freezing on the spot you decided not to go further into the room in fear of bursting into a sob at the sight of him. so you sit on the floor behind the wall separating you two.

“im listening.” you call out as quietly as possible.

“i'm assuming you’re not going to come in, that's okay.” he nods to particularly no one, perhaps himself.

it was silent as chan inhaled deeply, thinking about how what he was going to say would change things.

the atmosphere got more awkward by the second which was a new feeling for the both of you, never once had there been such a moment together.

“i'm sorry”

“i’m sorry we never sat down to talk about our feelings much lately. i feel like everythings been about me and the fact i'm…” he stopped mid sentence he was hesitating although it was inevitable one way or another you would be hearing this out loud again.

“i'm leaving y/n and i don't want to leave without telling you that you do mean more to me than just a best friend.”

your eyes widened in shock as you stood up hoping to run away from this situation but chan was one step ahead of you as he held onto your wrist, a gentle but burning touch that pulled you back towards him.

“maybe i'm too late but i'd like you to know later than never. so please say something?” he pleads, searching your eyes for some sort of a non verbal answer while waiting for you to speak up.

“you’re leaving next week… good luck.” you whisper, straining your voice enough so it wouldn't break. “im sorry too.” you pull out from his grip and walk off to your room without making eye contact with your mom who stood by the staircase with a pitiful look, all meant for you and the boy you left standing alone in your own house.

and when he left you knew that was the last time you’d see him.

“chan? you’re home quite early. how was y/n’s?”

he looked at his dad with a blank expression and shrugged his shoulders, his mom hadn't told him she saw y/n leave upset.

“it's going to be tough but i hope you’re both ready to say your goodbyes soon,” he smiled, giving his son a pat on the back.

if only it was like that and if only he could go back to reverse all the stupid things he said.

the blank feeling burdened you also as you caught a glimpse of the photos you had already gotten processed from your disposable camera.

letting go now would make it easier for the two of you when the time came though in your heart he would still be the most important person for a while until he wasn't. maybe in another world something would be different so the two of you wouldn't be where you are right now, instead in a much happier place.

perhaps in that happier place you would’ve said goodbye…

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lenniewip · 4 years

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Unknown (A Sterek Wrong Number/Celebrity AU)

11.09 PM Unknown Number

>I’m writing songs about you again.

11.20 PM Unknown Number

>its stiles btw.

>in case you deleted my number

>I did.

>I mean I deleted yours.

>but I still remember it apparently

11:41 PM Unknown Number

>I only have 2 lines so far

11:57 PM Unknown Number

>I bleed you from my veins.

>I grieve you like I love you.

>alone.

>its better with the chords.

>u were always better at writing lyrics than me

12:34 AM Unknown Number

>u were better everything than me

2:00 AM Unknown Number

>I hate that I miss you

2:07 AM Unknown Number

>do u want to hook up?

>I promise not to propose again

2:15 AM Unknown Number

>im sorry.

>ignore me.

>im drinking

Derek blinked bleary eyes. His phone screen was the only source of light in his room, as he read through the flurry text messages.

What the hell is a Stiles?

2:17 AM Unknown Number

<I think you have the wrong number

>Lydia?

<no

>oh thank fuck

>I mean

>I’m sorry

>for disturbing ur sleep

>but im just glad I didn’t drunk text my ex all of this

>bullet dodged right?

>is this what near death experiences feel like?

<I wouldn’t know.

>of course

>hey

>seeming as I have you here can I ask you a quick q?

>all my friends are asleep

<probably because its 3am

<everyone’s asleep

>2.39

>and ur not

>asleep that is

>so?

>I’ll take your silence as a go ahead

>what do you think?

>of the lyrics

<im the wrong person to ask

>never experienced heartbreak?

<no

<all song lyrics just look like bad poetry to me

>oh

>yeah I guess it does

>not everyone can be Rupi Kaur tho right?

<do you want to be rupi kaur?

>sure

>not to be dramatic or anything

>but

>I want to be anyone but me

>think id rather be someone like regina spektor tho

<regina spektor?

>singer/song writer

>shes my fucking inspiration

>her lyrics are like poetry to me

>you should listen to her music

<I dont really listen to music

>what the fuck?

>are you an alien?

<no?

>nice fucking try ET

>thats exactly what an alien would say

<…you got me there

>akdjfen

>is this you admitting I was right?

<no

<but this is me going to bed

<because its now 4AM

>already?

>fuck

>ive got an early start tomorrow

>good night random stranger

>and thanks

>for listening

>or reading ig

<good night

“You’re late.” Laura frowned, arms crossed.

“Are you going to let me in?” Derek grumbled, still feeling the affects of having stayed up until 4AM the previous night.

Laura didn’t argue she just stepped aside to let him through into her flat. “You’re grumpier than usual.” She noted.

“Didn’t sleep well.”

Derek hated the look she gave him then.

The look that said he was broken. The look that said she wanted to fix him.

“Is…Is it the nightmares again?” Laura’s voice dipped to a whisper, like the question alone would be enough to send him over the edge.

“No.”

An awkward silence defended over the two of them, neither knowing what to say.

Derek clung to the silence like a blanket, wishing things could go back to how they used to be. Back to when they knew how to speak to one another.

But this was enough.

It was enough to know that they were both trying. Failing. But trying.

2:40 PM Laura

>I’m here if you need to talk.

Derek isn’t good at art, but sometimes it’s the only way he can express himself. Words had never been his forte.

So instead he doodles.

Shitty toddler level doodles that he never shows anyone.

Sometimes he thinks if he could bring himself to show Laura she would like it. Maybe she would even understand it.

But there was a bigger chance that she wouldn’t, and he would feel even more like a stranger to his own sister than he already was.

10:18 PM Unknown Number

>I don’t remember it anymore

<You have the wrong number again

>No

>This is ‘not Lydia’ right?

<right

>So here’s the thing.

>I always thought if I needed to text her I could

>And I thought maybe I got her number wrong because I was drunk

>But I can’t remember it anymore

<Oh.

>I have some of her things still

>I don’t think I’ll ever get to return it now

>Unless she messages me first

<When did you two break up?

>Last year

>and I know what you’re thinking

>’it’s October’

>and I should be over her by now

>Trust me I know

>So you don’t need to lecture me

<I wasn’t going to

>Oh

<Stiles?

>That’s weird

<what is?

>I forgot I told you my name

<You should throw away the stuff she left behind.

>you’re right

>I don’t like it.

>but you’re right

>…thanks

<What for?

>for listening

>reading**

>my friends are pretty sick of hearing me complain

>so this is nice

<sure

<anytime

>dope

>no take backsies

<am I going to regret this?

>for definite

>you’re stuck with me now

That night Derek saves Stiles’ number as ‘Bad Poet’.

Stiles keeps messaging after that.

Stiles messages like they’ve been friends for years, and Derek very determinedly does not analyse why it is he always responds.

Even when there are messages dated from Laura from three days ago that he hasn’t even been able to bring himself to open yet.

He also ignores how when he’s messaging Stiles the gaping pit that had made residence in his chest feels just a little less inescapable.

Derek can’t bring himself to tell Stiles his name. He can’t bring himself open up, even though there’s a large part of him that wants to.

He’s not above admitting he’s scared.

Derek draws Stiles sometimes.

More accurately he draws a vague pair hands texting on a phone, because he has no idea what Stiles actually looks like.

Derek refuses to let himself dwell on that though, because they are happy drawings.

The pictures of Stiles are pretty much his only happy drawings right now.

They don’t always talk about Lydia.

Sometimes Stiles messages Derek song lyrics he’s working on.

Other times it’s memes, or just a bunch of emojis.

Once Stiles had just messaged him what Derek could only assume was a list of everything he had eaten that day.

Sometimes Stiles messages in rambles - and Derek can’t always keep up with the boy’s run away thoughts, but even then he never feels lost the way he does when he’s trying to interact with literally anyone else.

And sometimes it’s 2AM. Those are simultaneously Derek’s favourite and least favourite texts.

2:02 AM Bad Poet

>sometimes I feel like too much

>and too little

>at the same time

>u ever feel like that ET?

<not really

>its like I’m infinite, and meaningless

>like a never ending echo

>or a recurring decimal

>I just stretch on and on forever but theres no point to it

>I have no depth

<youre not meaningless

<you’re a rhythm.

<like breathing

>…

>was that a regina spektor reference?

<it might have been

>I thought you didn’t listen to music?

<well someone said her lyrics were like poetry

<so I thought I would check out a few songs

>well fuck

>what did you think?

<she’s good

>you spelt ‘amazing’ wrong

<I still prefer poetry

>of course you do

Derek stared at the texts an ache filling his chest.

Derek was the opposite of infinite. Everything he touched turned to flames.

10:30AM Bad Poet

<my sister bought me flower seeds

>I didn’t know you had a sister?

<she’s everything I have

>oh

<and I think she’s trying to trick me into therapy somehow

>…with flower seeds?

<yes

>you sound extremely paranoid

>maybe therapy wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for you?

<shut up

>noted.

>keep me posted on how your gardening goes

>also

>as a side note

>you know you have me too right?

>if you ever need to talk or anything, I’m right here for you

<thanks

>anytime

On Derek’s birthday Laura insists the two of them spend the day together, and Derek knows better than to argue.

She buys him a cake and they spend hours sat next to one another silently. Two strangers desperately trying to keep hold of one another but with an ocean dividing them.

Once their family had been so alive.

And it was all Derek’s fault that was gone.

They both knew it.

Sometimes Derek wondered if Laura hated him as much as he did.

He was too scared to ask.

That night Derek chased the ache in his chest away with a drink.

And then several more followed.

1:14 AM Bad Poet

<seh haars me

>sorry bud, you’re going to have to try again

>try spell checking before hitting send

<she.hates mee

>who?

<larn

>are you drunk?

<yeh

<tyongs ndrf

*Out Going Call: Bad Poet*

The phone rings twice before being picked up. “Sorry. Stupid keyboard is so small. Impossible to type.” Derek mumbled, his words slightly muffled by his cheek being pressed into the sofa cushion.

“Wow. You’re really sloshed huh?”

“No.” Derek denied. “Just tipsy.”

“Right. So what was it you were trying to tell me? Someone hates you?”

“Laura.”

“Who’s Laura?”

“My sister.”

“Oh.”

“She looks at me like she wishes she could fix me.”

“That doesn’t sound like she hates you, bud.”

“She should. I can’t be fixed.”

“You’re right, because you’re not broken.”

Hearing Stiles say that Derek could almost believe it to be true.

“I mean it. You’re not broken. You’re just a different shape than you used to be. But the shape you are now is beautiful.”

Derek closes his eyes and lets the words wash over him. “Do you sing?” He finds himself asking.

“What?”

“I know you write songs, but do you ever sing?”

“Oh…” Stiles sounds uncomfortable. “I guess… Yeah. I do.”

Derek hummed in the back of his throat. “I bet you have a nice voice.”

“Th-thanks.”

Derek tried to say something else, but all that comes out is a yawn, which makes Stiles let out a jittery laugh.

Derek tries to memorise the sound of It, but it’s so fleeting, it’s already slipping away from him.

“I think you need to go sleep, ET.”

“Yeah.” Derek agrees.

“Goodnight bud.”

“Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Could you stay on the phone? Just for a bit longer.” Derek clutched on to the phone like if he could grip tightly enough it would make Stiles stay.

I don’t want to be alone. The words die on Derek’s tongue.

“Sure.” Stiles didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

“Thank you.”

Sleep pulled at Derek’s consciousness, unravelling his grip on reality.

“Stiles?”

Stiles hummed in answer.

“Your shape is beautiful too.”

A small whimper came from the other end of the phone. “Thanks.”

7:50 AM Bad Poet

>how are you feeling today?

<better

>good <3

Derek holds his phone tightly and wishes that he had more to say. Just to keep the conversation going.

He also wishes (not for the first time) that Stiles was more than a faceless entity on the other end of the phone.

But it’s the first time he feels the want like a physical ache in his chest.

Derek had never been good with words, but if Stiles was here in front of him Derek would probably give him a hug.

But everything Derek touches eventually dies, and a larger part of him is relieved for the distance.

Derek plants the seeds his sister got him that day.

9:48 PM Bad Poet

>would it totally weird you out if I wanted to do another phone call?

>don’t feel like you need to say yes

>I just enjoyed talking to you

>and hearing your voice

>ugh.

>why are words so hard?

<I wouldn’t be opposed to a phone call

*Incoming Call: Bad Poet*

“Hey.” Derek feels breathless as he answers the phone, anxious excitement clawing it’s way up his throat.

“Hey.” Stiles sounds equally out of breath, and that helps.

Derek chews on his lip, scrambling for something to say. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know.” Stiles admitted. “Anything.”

“Helpful.” Derek said sarcastically.

“I mean. There’s one thing. I didn’t want to ask when you were drunk because it felt a little like taking advantage. And I don’t want you to think you have to answer-”

“Stiles.” Derek interrupts before Stiles could break into a full blown ramble.

“Tell me your name.” Stiles breaks. “Please.”

Anxiety grips his heart. But… he couldn’t stay scared forever.

“It’s Derek.”

“Derek.” Stiles repeats his name in a reverent whisper, as if committing it to memory.

And hearing Stiles say his name makes everything worth it.

Phone calls become a regular thing between the two of them over the next month. Always between late in the evening and the early hours of the day.

The next time Derek spirals he doesn’t drink before he calls Stiles, but he does cry on the phone.

The next morning he wakes up to a text from Stiles.

6:42 AM Bad Poet

>you need to talk to your sister

And Derek knows he’s right.

It’s not easy confronting Laura. He has two separate anxiety attacks on the walk to her apartment alone.

But he forces himself to take the dive.

“It’s okay if you hate me.” He tells her, even though it’s not okay. Laura’s hate might be the only thing in the world that could break him beyond repair.

Laura looks horrified as she stares at him. “I don’t- Obviously I don’t hate you Derek.”

“It’s my fault that they’re gone.” Derek addresses the elephant in the room.

If he hadn’t fallen in love with Kate.

If he hadn’t broken up with her, just to try and prove a point when she refused to say ‘I love you’ back…

There never would have been a fire.

Their family would still be here if it wasn’t for him.

“Fuck that!” Laura let out a harsh noise. “Derek, none of this was ever your fault. You were a kid, and even if you weren’t… You never set the fire.”

“I might as well have.”

“No. If anyone… I was your big sister- am your big sister. But I was so fucking wrapped up in myself. I didn’t even know about Kate.”

The last time Derek had seen Laura cry it had been at the funeral, so it took a second to fully sink in what he was seeing.

He found himself crying to.

“I’m so sorry, Der.”

Derek stumbled forwards pulling Laura into a crushing hug. Laura hugs him back just as tight.

They spend hours refusing to let go of one another.

He realises he fell asleep on Laura’s sofa when he woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. But he had no idea where it was, and he was too tired to move.

He feels Laura moving and the sound of the phone ringing gets louder before cutting off abruptly.

“Hello?”

“No - Derek’s asleep.”

“Maybe call at a more reasonable time?”

“Who is this?”

“Your voice sounds familiar.”

“Right.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Derek let sleep over take him once more.

2:29 AM Bad Poet

>sorry for calling so late

>you’re asleep so I’ll just take to you tomorrow

9:07 AM Bad Poet

<sorry, I was really tried

>no worries man

>you’re allowed to have a life outside of me

<was something wrong?

>no I was just bored, and didn’t realise how late it had gotten

>im fine

>how are you?

<im good actually

<I spoke to Laura

>yeah?

>I’m proud of you

>how’d that go?

<we both cried

<a lot

<and I ended up falling asleep on her couch

>look at you, opening up and shit.

>think I might cry now

<shut up

>literally never

>better men have tried and failed to silence me

2:40 PM Laura

>Want to see a movie on Friday?

<sure

One night Stiles calls Derek just to say his name in stupid ways, and laugh himself stupid after each one.

“Duhreek.”

“Doreck.”

“Fuck. I’m getting a stitch from laughing.”

“You’re so fucking dumb.” Derek is smiling as he said it.

“Deeruk.” Stiles wheezes out.

Derek just closes hie eyes and listens.

“I’m so fucking glad I know you, Stiles.” The words fall out of Derek’s mouth without much thought.

He only realises the weight of his words when Stile’s laughter pulls to a stop.

“I uh-” Stiles stammered. “Me too. Fuck. You’re the best thing to happen to me in…so fucking long. I’m glad I know you too Derek.”

Derek finally admits to himself that night that he’d fallen at least a little in love with the stranger from the unknown number.

He keeps trying to draw Stiles, but he can’t. Vague shapes just don’t cut it anymore.

He wants to map Stiles out with his eyes and translate it onto the page.

He wants to be able to see the smile behind the laughter.

He wants.

1:58 AM Bad Poet

>do you think you day we’ll actually meet?

>maybe not intentionally

>maybe one day we’d pass each other in the streets and not even know

>maybe we already have

Derek couldn’t imagine a scenario where he wouldn’t notice Stiles.

<is there ever a moment when you’re not talking?

<I think id recognise your voice and know it was you

>maybe your face would make me speechless ;)

<I think id still know

<but if you want to be sure… I could send you a picture?

<of me

>dkfajd

>for reals?

>you would do that?

>you?

<well…not for free

>there’s always a catch

>what do you want?

>my soul?

>a blood debt?

>you can have whatever it is

<I meant you’d have to send me a picture too

<geez stiles

The next text takes an unnervingly long time to come through.

>I could do that

>a photo for a photo

>I kind of look like shit rn

>so no judging me

Derek spends the next two minutes fussing and fidgeting to take a good photo. No matter what angle he took it from the bags under his eyes were noticeable, and so was the week’s worth of stubble he had yet to shave off.

And maybe this was a terrible, awful, idea.

But Derek would send one hundred bad pictures if it meant getting to see one of Stiles.

He forced himself to press send on the last picture he took.

As he pressed send another photo came in.

Derek’s fingers shook as he hit the button to download the image.

His heart stopped.

Stiles was beautiful in every sense of the word, and Derek found himself unable to look away. Even when he heard the small dings of incoming messages.

But he couldn’t ignore them for long, because it was Stiles. And when ever Stiles messaged Derek had to answer.

>Fucking hell

>are you for real?

>you gave me a heart attack

>am I being catfished right now?

>when do you think you were going to tell me you’re the most fucking beautiful man to exist ever?

>how the hell to you look like that as 2AM!?

>Derek

>oh my god

>you gotta respond my dude because I’m freaking out a little bit

>still there?

>did my selfie scare you away?

>I would have tried harder for a nice photo if I knew I was talking to an adonis

>Derek?

<still here

>of thank fuck

>so…

<so?

>come on

>your going to give me a complex

>the selfie…was it okay?

>I know it’s not much

>but we can’t all be greek gods

<its beautiful

<you’re beautiful, stiles

>oh

>thanks

Derek is so far gone that he makes the picture of Stiles the home screen on his phone.

9:49 AM Bad Poet

<Laura wants me to meet her boyfriend

<this is all your fault

>how is this my fault?

<because she never wanted to introduce us before

<and then you got me to talk to my sister

<and now she wants me to meet him

>…and this is a bad thing?

<yes

>because?

<I don’t make good first impressions

<it’s going to be awkward

>yeah probably

<you’re not helpful

>I wasn’t trying to be ;)

>have fun, Derek!

Meeting Laura’s boyfriend wasn’t as awkward as Derek thought it was going to be. But it was strange.

Derek hadn’t been expecting to meet someone so soft and kind. He was nothing like any one that Laura had dated before.

But he also wasn’t used to seeing Laura smile as much as she did around him.

Maybe not all change was bad.

Derek tells Laura about Stiles by accident. Or more accurately he mentions Stiles once by accident (not even by name) and Laura had badgered him until he admitted that he had made a friend through a wrong number.

“There’s a lot of weirdos out there.”

“I know.”

God did Derek ever know.

But Stiles is different.

“Just…be careful.”

“I am being. I promise.”

Laura reluctantly lets it go after that. “So…what’s he like?”

“He’s…he’s like bad poetry.”

“Oh god. You’re in love with him aren’t you?”

Derek can’t bring himself to deny it, but he does tell Laura to shut up.

Derek fully embraces being in love with Stiles on the day he tells Stiles about his drawings. He’d never told anyone about them before - not even Laura. But telling Stiles had been easy.

‘It reminds me of line art’ Stiles had said when Derek had sent him a photo of the doodle he had been working on. “I love it’.

A warmth flutters through Derek’s veins.

It all goes sideways on the day Laura goes on Derek’s phone to check the time.

She’d raised one eyebrow at him looking amused.

“I thought you didn’t listen to music?” She said, a teasing note to her voice.

“I don’t.” Derek shrugged.

“A huh. So why do you have a picture of Stiles Stilinski as your wallpaper?” She asks.

It’s so startling to hear Stiles name coming out of Laura’s mouth that Derek’s brain refuses to function properly. “How do you know Stiles?” He asks weakly.

Laura laughs. “He’s not exactly a niche celebrity Der. He was a really famous YouTuber before he started selling albums.”

Derek doesn’t know what to say to that. He blinks as his world slowly unravels before him.

No.

She had to be wrong, because Derek couldn’t be in love with a celebrity. Stiles couldn’t be…

“Hey are you okay? You look really sick?”

“He’s famous?” His throat is dry.

“Yes? Are you okay? What’s wrong? You’ve got to speak to me Der. Use your words.”

Derek just shakes his head because he can’t.

“It’s him.” He manages to get out.

“What are you talking about?”

“Laura. It’s him.”

It takes a moment to click but Derek knows when it does because a look of thunderous wrath takes over Laura’s face.

“I’ll kill him.” She seethes, shaking with anger. “What kind of fucking punk thinks that this is a good prank to play?”

“What?”

“No one is getting away with catfishing you, Der. I’m going to hunt this fucker down, and then I’ll rip him so many new ones that he going to look like SpongeBob when I’m done with him.”

And god, Derek hadn’t even considered the thought that Stiles might not even be Stiles. The thought of Stiles being a liar…

The gape in his heart grows a little bit bigger.

And it all falls apart.

It takes hours before Derek can convince himself to confront Stiles.

11:08 PM Bad Poet

<you’re stiles stilinki

>fuck

(And yeah, it was really him).

>how did you find out?

<Laura

>I was going to tell you

<Were you?

>Yes

>I’ve wanted to for ages

>It just never felt like the right time to bring it up

<I wish you had decided on the right time was sooner

>Me too

>I’m sorry

>Please don’t hate me

Derek did not think it was possible for him to hate any part of Stiles.

<I don’t

>Thank fuck

>seriously

>can I call you?

<sure

Derek closed his eyes after sending the text and waited for Stiles to ring. A heartbeat later his ringtone sounded off.

“Hey.”

“You believe me right?” And Stiles sounds more frantic than Derek had ever heard him before.

“I believe you, Stiles.”

“Are you sure, because I can prove it if you want? I can do a video call? Or I can tweet literally anythi-”

“Stiles.”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

Stiles lets out a small whine, that reaches through the phone line and yanks at Derek’s already tattered heart, unraveling him just a little more.

“Meet me.” Stiles said, taking Derek by surprise.

“What?”

“Please. I meant to throw a please in there, I’m just really fucking nervous right now. Meet me please. In real life. I uh- I was going to ask when I finally told you about the whole being a celebrity thing. It’s still weird to say that out loud. That’s part of why it was so hard to tell you. But the point was you beat me to the punch with the whole reveal thing, but I still wanted to ask.”

“Stiles…”

“And it’s not that I was trying to use my influence or fame to pressure you into meeting me. I just wanted to be in a space where we were one hundred per cent honest with one another before I asked you. You can still say no. Of course you can, I don’t know why I’m- my point is I hope you don’t say no.”

Derek feels his heart break in two.

“Stiles…I can’t.”

“Oh.”

He hadn’t fully realised just how many worlds apart the two of them were when he had fallen in love with Stiles. It felt even more impossible than it had before.

“I’m sorry.” The words leave him feeling hollow.

“No. Don’t apologise. This is just me getting carried away. It’s okay.”

I love you. The words never leave Derek. They can’t leave him.

There was no way this could work, and he was far too scared of breaking the tentative connection they had with his useless words.

It was better for him to just… fall out of love.

6:17AM Laura

<it’s really him

>are you sure

<I’m sure

>what are you going to do?

<nothing

>Derek you’re in love with him

<I’m aware

<it doesn’t matter

<it wouldn’t ever work

>I’m sorry

<don’t be

<I’m going to be fine

>Im coming over with wine

That night Derek fills pages and pages of his notebook with drawings of Stiles.

When he gets a message from Stiles at 11PM- for the first time since they started messaging- Derek leaves it unopened.

He never ignores a message again after that, and life moves on. Stiles still messages him all the time, but he never asks to call anymore.

Derek misses his voice so much that he goes onto youtube and listens to his music.

He buys all three albums Stiles released and it still doesn’t feel like enough.

He fills an entire notebook with doodles of Stiles.

It’s still not enough.

1:11 PM Bad Poet

>I wrote you a song

>I know you don’t listen to music

>but it felt weird to not a least send you a link

>bad poetry at 2:00am

The link leads Derek to a youtube video of Stiles holding a ukulele and staring with a soft smile at the camera.

“Hey guys. It’s been a while, huh? But I guess I finally found inspiration. So here we go.”

The song is beautiful, but even more beautiful than that was Stiles.

When the song reached the end Derek doesn’t hesitate to hit replay.

He listens to the song ten times before he realises he’s crying - and he knows that he’s never going to ‘get over’ Stiles because he doesn’t want to.

3:00 PM Laura

>have you seen the video?

<he sent me a link

<he wrote a song for me Laura

<I love him so fucking much and he wrote a song for me

>fuck

<what do I do?

>what do you want to do?

<I don’t know

>I think you should look at his twitter

>I wasn’t going to say anything because you said you wanted to get over him

>but I think you need to see it

>@stilesstilinki

@stilesstilinski

I want to hug him

@stilesstilinski

Get you a guy that will stay up with you until 4AM talking about literally anything

@stilesstilinski

Why do I alway fall for people so far out of my league? rip me I guess.

@stilesstilinski

He makes me want to write poetry

Derek spends hours scrolling through Stiles’ twitter.

He scrolls far enough back that he gets to the part of his timeline where his twitter is littered with pictures of Lydia, which causes the ache in Derek’s chest to grow. But he can’t stop looking because Stiles looks so happy.

And Derek falls impossibly more in love.

He lets himself acknowledge for the first time that Stiles might love him back.

And everything else?

It’s worth it.

Because Stiles is worth everything to Derek.

2:00 AM Bad Poet

<so I looked at your twitter

>fuck.

>how much did you see?

<all of it

>tight

>please excuse me while I go die now

>bye

<don’t leave yet

<I had something I wanted to ask you

>did you want me to delete the tweets?

>I can do that

>I’ll just delete the whole account

>I am my own worst enemy so this won’t be a problem

>actually Jackson Whittemore is my worst enemy

>but I’m a close second

<stiles?

>yup?

<Will you go on a date with me?

>alkdjf

>yes?

>Ofc yes?

>are you being serious?

>because this would be a cruel prank if you’re not serious

<I’m serious

>yes.

>yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes.

>holy shit

>theres no fucking universe where I say ‘no’ to that question from you

>im so fucking in love with you

>is it too soon to say that?

>I don’t even care

>I’m speaking my truth

>you obviously don’t have to say it back

>im going to woo you so hard Derek

>you’ll have to love me back eventually

>I’m going to write you poetry

>hell I’ll even read poetry for you

>ill give the whole fucking moon to you

<why would I want the moon?

<im not gru?

>despicable me

>that was a despicable me reference.

>you don’t listen to music, but you watch despicable me?

>you’re such an enigma to me Derek

>god I love you so much

<stiles?

>too much?

<no

<I don’t think I could ever have too much of you

<I love you too stiles

<so much

<I just don’t want you to get your hopes up

<I might not be able to live up to it in real life

>impossible

<seriously stiles

>I am being serious

>I’m already in love with you Der

>you don’t have to do anything more than you’ve already done

>you could wear a potato sack, and spend the whole night not saying anything at all

>and I would still be in love with you

>all you have to do now is show up

<…I can do that

>perfect

TWO YEARS LATER

@stilesstilinski

Hey @JacksonWhittemore, remember when you told me I would die alone? Well I just got engaged to the love of my life. So checkmate fucker.

#sterek #eternal sterek #what am i even doing?#i just spent the last two days writing this and banging my head against the wall and nothing else #should i write this into a full fic one day?#i probably wont #hope you guys enjoy #sterek drabble #5k words of them being idiots #i cut so much out how is this still 5k?#stiles stilinki #derek hale #laura is the only other character that makes an appearance #im supposed to be sleeping #but here we are ig #texting #wrong number #celebrity stiles

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beefstrugglenoff · 4 years

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I'm going to be a bastard and hog some ask questions 1, 4, 9, 16, 17, 20, 29, 31, 44, 53, 67, 71, 88 Pls and thank u

u ah a fool if u think asking me too many quastions is a thing that is real and exists... >:- )

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Me mums been saying to me ever since i could understand words that a good teacup can really make whatevers in it hit differently and i think she’s right. close second is soda cans, which are much better than teacups for scrunching up and kicking around when the urge strikes.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Lmao the running theme for me was if she could Just apply herself and not draw constantly and maybe pipe up and ask a question every now and then. wasn’t too rowdy just really reserved, and i think the teachers at the school i went to were pretty cool in that it was a small ass classroom and they cared abt u there. but chyea the usual Quiet brand autistique things.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Ough probaly the way stuff smells after the first rain after dry season.. its just this swell of petrichor thats been stored in the earth for months, it’s overwhelming.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Criss cross apple source :- ) or sittin on my knees is comfy too for some reason. like. i got fat ass thighs.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

An already worn in pair of steel toed brown docs i found. I feel for the person that must have been afflicted with growth spurt and had to give them up... i’m gonna be so sad when they fall apart one day.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Scribbling in any bare patches in notebooks! use to write up the lyrics of songs i loved at the time in the backs of my scqoolbooks, so i tend to find writting like that feels the most comfortable :-) i’ve always been stingy with using full pages for things too for some reason.

29. best way to bond with you?

AWWR omg i’ll tell u what.. i really like collaborating n working together with people on shit together, its a fun way to find out about a friend through making stuff together (plus i get to flex n show off LOL). big heart to hearts about shared experiences, hugs, complimence... theres a bunch of things that i never got to do as a kid like just fuken Hanging Out n talking abt anyfukenthing... its not something i get to do very often :’) so i really dont take it for granted when i get to <3

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

44. favourite scent for soap?

Theres this specific scent from a specific brand that my mum got the same day i got New Leaf, that in my mind is just the New Leaf smell now.. its like sandalwood and cocconut i think.. bougie

53. what is the current state of your hands?

What a good question omg.. they’re pretty cold! and the left one is pretty scratched up because it doesn’t escape my cats grip as quick rofl

67. good luck charms?

i’ve never really had anythings that i believed were specifically lucky, but pleanty of sentimental little nick knacks that you and my friends have sent me over the years... that butterfly wing necklace you gave me is probably the closest thing to a lucky charm i own.

71. least favorite pattern?

Learned helplessness. Unless this question means Visual Patterns... in which case it’s probably leopard print.

88. your greatest wish?

that black trans women in the future don’t have to go through as much monumental bullshit that they do. also the idea that things getting better doesn’t turn out to be some naive pipe dream and i’m wrong. i got lots of little ones but those are two biggies.

LOVE U BRO... i always love getting ur letters on here hehee

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ohimtherebabey · 4 years

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! all of the numbers of questions

first of all, i respect you so much. thank you. second of all, i have already answered 1, 5, 7, 11, 13, and 27 so i’m going to skip those here.

2. Favourite band? my chemical fucking romance!!!!

3. Any New Year's resolutions? ive been really trying to be like. outwardly emo and not be embarrassed by it. also, to go to more shows! which ive already achieved and its only march!

4. Favourite music video? helena or desolation row. king for a day is a contender.

6. Panic! At The Disco or Fall Out Boy? thats difficult. i would say fall out boy but they’re really close

8. Do you own a pair of fingerless gloves or skeleton gloves (or the combination)? no :(((( but i want some

9. Do you own any band merch? If so, from what bands? oh yea. ive got a metric fuckton of mcr merch. also concert shirts from panic! at the disco, bastille, the killers, and poppy

10. Got a jacket with pins? yes!!!

12. Any hair dying or haircut plans for 2020? i’m shaving my head tomorrow!!!

14. Killjoy name? i dont have one. i don’t really like danger days and the whole universe kind of intimidates me

15. Are you into The Used? yes!!! bert mccracken has done more for me than the armed forces

16. Do you want any tattoos? Of what? YES!!!!! i have a lot of mcr designs (as of right now, i’ve got designs for our lady of sorrows, vampires will never hurt you, bullets in general, helena, mama, early sunsets, and welcome to the black parade). also i want a haunted house and some bats and a really stupid t-bone steak that says “tell your boyfriend” to commemorate DONTTRUSTME by 3OH!3

17. Can you play any instruments? Which? yes! but none of them are instruments that i want to play. i have 15 years of classical piano training and 6 years of saxophone from high school band/marching band

18. Favourite My Chemical Romance song? demolition lovers

19. Do you think Twenty One Pilots are emo? i dont think im educated enough to pass judgement. i dont listen to twenty one pilots and i havent heard a song of theirs in honestly 5 years. just from first impression, i would say theyre more generic alternative than specifically emo.

20. Are you into Taking Back Sunday? not really. i’ll listen if its on, but i won’t seek them out

21. Do you wear any make up? only the shittiest smudged eyeliner in the world

22. Do you have black painted nails? yes! i just painted them 2 hours ago (im not allowed to have painted nails at work but im on spring break this week so theres no work)

23. Have you got any band posters? Of what bands? i have a few mcr posters, a panic! at the disco poster, a fall out boy poster, and a pierce the veil poster

24. Do you want any piercings? yes!!!!!! i already have my septum and several ear piercings, but i want at least one lip piercing, a nostril piercing, more ear piercings, maybe an eyebrow, my nipples. i want to stretch my lobes, too.

25. What's your opinion on All Time Low? Sleeping With Sirens? Pierce The Veil? i FUCK with pierce the veil. my second favorite band of all time (im listening to a flair for the dramatic as i answer these questions). i dont like sleeping with sirens but i thank kellen quinn for his services on king for a day. i fuck with all time low (predictably my favorite atl song is a love like war because vic features)

26. Do you think it's just a phase or that you'll be emo/punk\scene forever? i take being emo too seriously for it not to be permanent.

28. Are you into Black Veil Brides? not really, but i respect the fuck out of knives and pens

29. Do you like any newer emo/scene/punk bands? Which? i love love love destroy boys. also: currents.

30. What's your favourite music genre besides emo/punk\scene? either like. folksy alternative (hozier, florence + the machine) or old school country (johnny cash, dolly parton, marty robbins)

31. Are you into Mindless Self Indulgence? not really

32. Favourite Fall Out Boy song? golden

33. Are you mostly into the so-called "emo trinity" or "emo quartet" or do you listen to a lot of other bands too? most of my listening history is my chem + bands outside of the emo trinity/quartet. i dont really make a habit of listening to panic or fob, and never twenty one pilots. mostly its pierce the veil and bring me the horizon. a lot of evanescence, too.

34. What's your opinion on Waterparks? Palaye Royale? I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME? i only know one song by waterparks, so i dont really have an opinion on their music, but awsten annoys me so much. ive dont know anything by palaye royale, so i cant pass judgement. idkhow is pretty good. i dont know too much by them but i liked what i did know. i think dallon did a great job at bringing back the weird stuff that made panic! so good

35. Are you into Bring Me The Horizon? YES. ive been nonstop listening to count your blessings for two weeks now.

36. Favourite solo project by a emo/scene\punk band member? i love all of frank’s solo projects (i go apeshit for leathermouth and death spells in particular). i love hesitant alien. also i’m really digging hayley william’s solo stuff so far

37. Are any of your friends IRL emo/scene\punk? no. and it makes me sad.

38. Are you into drawing? If so, show some of your art! only kind of and none of it is good. this is something i did based on a fragment of sappho last summer.

and here’s a quick thing i did for its not a fashion statement, it’s a deathwish

39. Favourite colours and colour schemes? im too much of a revenge fucker to not say black/gray/dark red

40. What are some of your favourite lyrics? a LOT of them are from selfish machines, just a warning. “i’m wanna hold your hand so tight, im gonna break my wrist” “i’d steal you flowers from the cemetery” “there’s no room in this hell, there’s no room in the next” “another knife in my hands, another stain that wont come off the sheets, clean me off, im so dirty babe” “decapitate her and bring her head to athena, unlike her sisters she aint no deathless God” “holding on to cold hands and sunken eyes hasnt held the same charm as it once did”

41. The Black Parade or Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge? this is such a difficult question for me. the demo lovers are everything to me, but, as i have said in the past: the black parade is the best album ever written. that doesnt mean its my chemical romance’s best album though. i’m going to say three cheers (that answer will change a thousand times).

42. What's your opinion on Paramore? Green Day? Blink-182? LOVE paramore. the riot! cd is a permanent fixture in my car. i fuck with older green day. like american idiot and dookie green day. i dont really care for blink-182

thank you again for the questions

#answered #sav speaks #my art #long post

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I was reading your recent post on the Christmas song and you questioned why other members are able to sing romantic songs together while Vmin can’t. The other members did song covers so it may seem less intentional to be romantic while the Christmas song was made by Taehyung possibly for Jimin to sing together which is very romantic. I think BH supports the producers decision based on the lack of Vmin subunit. I hope they just do a vlive and sing it.

Ok, so I got a looooot of asks on the Christmas song and I will adress the ones I have left all in one go. I also realized my mistake of not mentioning in my post The Vmin Christmas song that I do suspect that the difference between Tae’s song and other romantic collabs between members is likely that he wrote it himself. I talked about this in my original post when he mentioned it the first time, and I thought referencing that post (Big Hit, BTS, Vmin and LGBT) and recomending you all to read it might have been enough. Since I mostly wanted to focus on the new vlive, Taehyung’s feelings and some additional things I didn’t mention last time. I didn’t want to remake the same post too much.

But yes, I agree with you that that is likely the reason why he didn’t get to sing it. But I also think it says a lot that Taehyung brought it up, as we haven’t heard of a case like this before between any other members. Thanks for the ask. :)

On the song : as a vminie I'm upset as I'm sure a lot of us are but I kinda noticed something. Most of the romantic sounding songs between the members come from outside sources. Whether it's the already made english songs or an ost that doesn't have anything to do with BTS or bh personally. If you get what I mean. This song is written by Taehyung so singing it with a member might have caused the "panic" in the producers that it's too personal to sing 'about' another member. Still fcked up 😒

I don’t think it caused panic, but they are obviously cautious. They can be careful for many various reasons but as you say it does make a difference that this is a selfwritten song. If the same would happen to other pairs in BTS we might never know, but for now at least we know in regards to Vmin that there are some lines their company (or at least that one producer) are afraid to cross.

It's possible that producer rejected Xmas song bcoz it was written by Tae I mean other pairings did sang together but they were cover songs but this was written by Tae and it was romantic so maybe that's why he rejected tae's song, right? But in the end I've lost the hope/image of bighit being supportive towards LGBT "two men can't sing romantic song" is the most homophobic thing and that shows Bighit is just another selfish Kpop company that don't care bout non straight members if there r any:(

Honestly I think you should be a bit careful, because Big Hit is a company and BTS are “a product they need to sell” being careful might be for BTS own sake more than anything and we have seen the members be careful about LGBT statments as well. There are sadly still a lot of Korea (and the world) that isn’t as open towards LGBT as we would wish. But I really recomend you read my post Big Hit, BTS, Vmin and LGBT because I go into lengths there why simply getting angry at Big Hit and calling them homophobic is a very simple way to adress a complicated issue. Of course it’s still a homophobic act, but there might be reasons behind it that we don’t know. In fact I would like to claim that Big Hit still is one of the most PRO LGBT companies in Korea.

Probably controversial, you can ignore and delete this, its ok: if ji k o ok was the one with the duet, do you think bh would let them release it? Two guys and all? (Yes I'm still angry about it and no I dont think I could ever let it go, the vlive revived my feelings😭)

It’s ok to be angry and sad, I am too… Especially since Tae brought it up again and clearly seems to care a lot about it. I have no idea if Big Hit would let another ship release it. I know they have been careful about shipping moments being too much for other ships, so it’s possible it would be the same for all ships. But the fact that it did happen with Vmin still says a lot, so I don’t think it matters that much if it would happen to other ships as well. There can be a lot of reasons why, but Tae told us specifically that the song was too romantic in nature for him and Jimin to sing together. He let us know that himself. So speculating about other ships will always just remain speculation. :P Thanks for the ask and let’s try to support Tae no matter what even if we can still be upset. <3

what are your thoughts on the xmas duet, why did taehyung bring this up again ? I know it's almost xmas but there wasn't really a need to talk abt it again, knowing that he won't propably ever release it

I think he brought it up again because he cares about it more than he wants to say. I wrote a longer post speculating about it and how I think Taehyung feels and why. The Vmin Christmas song

Again, I also thought it was weird for him to bring it up again despite it being so close to Christmas, and the fact that he despite again stating he will likely not release it did at least to me show how he does like and care about the song. But if he can’t do it the way he wanted to it kind of lost it’s meaning to him.

About tae's vlive and the christmas song just the day after in the muster jimin went to sing next to tae and people think the lyrics was in reference to tae's vlive did you see that ? on twitter: /i/status/1206145252345688064 what do you think ?

Ah yes, I saw that. The timing of it is interesting, because they usually don’t interact much during Love Maze for obvious reasons. But Jimin went across first to Namjoon but then to Tae and was there for a while. And after they sang those parts he went back. It does look a bit like a statment. But as usual it’s difficult to know anything for sure.

“Whatever others say, let’s not listen. Just let them talk.” It could be about the christmas song, but it could just as easily be about something else. But at least it does seem like Jimin wanted to in some way comfort Tae with those particular words. As just fanservice it doesn’t make sense since they don’t have a part together but simply side by side. Jimin also made sure Tae looked at him and listened right at that part, so yes, he definitely did it on purpose at least.

Thanks for the ask! It’s another perhaps small moment but that really shows off Vmin’s support for each other.

Hi, (I'm the same person who talked about your analysis) Actually I wanted to know your thoughts and opinion about something that is making me curious,the "Christmas song" that tae produced for both of them to sing together but since BH didn't let him do it,he decided to not release it at all? I've so many questions about this situation? And sorry if you replied to this kinda question already.

It was such good timing with this ask, because I got it the day BEFORE Tae’s vlive. Did you know he was thinking about it too? Haha, no but really I was going to answer this but then Tae decided to talk about it himself again, so I had to write a longer post rather than just answer your ask. Sorry.

But yes, he does raise a lot of questions. I hope you have gotten the answer to most of my own thoughts and concerns regarding the Christmas song in my post about it as well as in the asks I have answered now. :) Thank you for the ask, sorry it took a while to answer.

So, thank you all for these asks, and sorry for not being very clear in my post about the song... I have edited it now to add the part about him writing it himself. :) Happy Holidays everyone!

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ ♔ thirteen.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

Warnings: just a hint of angst.

⇦ previous chapter // next chapter ⇨

“I’m not even hurt by the fact that she’s let me go as a friend. But you can only be there so much for a person.”

“And so, Mr. Prenter, all these stories about (Y/N) Mercury and her lovers… that there were so many. Is it really true?”

“Yes, it is. Her lovers were countless.”

You stare blank-faced at the television, thinking, of course he would do this. But, you didn’t care. Not even one bit.

“So, you really did see what was behind the mask?”

Not wanting to hear any more of it, you grabbed the telephone from the table beside you and dialed a number you should have before, “Hello?”

“Miami?” You said, almost croaking.

Jim raised his brows up, definitely not expecting a phone call from you, “(Y/N)? How are you?”

“There was this Africa concert… that wants Queen to play. Is that still…”

“You mean Live Aid?” Jim leaned back in his chair, sighing, “They’ve announced all the bands, (Y/N). It’s too late.”

“I need… I need to reconnect with the mothership,” You said softly.

“(Y/N), they don’t want anything to do with you. They’re still very upset.”

Feeling your chest ache a little bit, you continued, “Maybe if you ask them… they would meet me. Tell them I want to talk. Just talk.”

Tears glossed over your eyes, you managed to let out, “We’re family.”

“You know, family have fights… all the time.”

“I can call.”

“Thank you… Jim.”

Looking back towards the television before ending the call, you heard the interviewer ask, “How would you describe her on the inside as a person?”

Paul scoffed, “For me, (Y/N) will always be this frightened little girl who’s afraid to be alone.”

Next thing you know you were sitting on one of the seats in Miami’s office, tapping your fingers on the armrest, patiently waiting. For the first time.

You tried to occupy yourself and avoid the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach by fixing your hair, fiddling with the hem of your black dress, or adjusting your leather jacket.

You looked towards Miami, who was carefully watching you the whole time, “Where are they?”

“They’re late.”

Nodding at his sentence, you couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your lips, almost chuckling at the thought. But your thoughts were soon interrupted by knocks on the glass door.

You quickly let out a breath and adjusted your position, before looking up to the three, Brian coming in first. Miami greeted, “Hi, guys.”

“Jim,” Brian acknowledged before he looked towards you, his face unreadable. Though the sight of him, especially after not seeing him for so long, never fails to make your heart beat faster than normal. Roger came in after, a glare hidden under his sunglasses, while John simply looked at his feet.

“If anybody wants any tea, coffee, bladed weapons… just ask.”

The three took their seats, Brian letting out a sigh as he sat nearest to you.

“So…” Miami started, “Who wants to go first?”

Staring at the coffee table, you spoke up, “I’ll start.”

“I’ve been hideous. I know that, and… I deserve your fury. I’ve been conceited, selfish…” You tried to look for more words but just decided on, “Well, an asshole, basically.”

“Strong beginning,” Roger retorted.

“Look, I’m happy to strip off my shirt and flagellate myself before you,” You said in a louder tone before saying softly, “Or rather, I could ask you a simple question.”

“I’m good with the flagellation.”

Ignoring Roger’s words, you let out a sigh, “What’s it gonna take for you all to forgive me?”

“Is that what you want, (Y/N)?” Brian asked, “I forgive you? Is that it? Can we go now?”

You immediately shook your head, “No.” Everyone in the room now looking at you, puzzled, before you continued, “I went to Munich.”

“I hired a bunch of guys. I told them exactly what I wanted them to do and the problem was…” You looked at them, “they did it.”

“No pushback from Roger. None of your rewrites,” You turned to Brian, then to John, “None of his funny looks,” a tight-lipped smile made its way to John’s face, Roger softly smiling at what you said, “I need my boys.”

“I need you... and you need me.”

Hearing no response, you decided to lighten up the mood by patting Brian’s shoulder, letting out a chuckle, “Let’s face it. We’re not bad for four aging queens.” His face not changing.

“So, um, go ahead. Name your terms.”

Brian continued to stare at you before speaking up, “Could you give us a moment, please, (Y/N)?”

Your smile fell, before slowly standing up, and walking out the door. Once you were out of the room, John asked Brian, “Why’d you do that?”

Brian shrugged, “I just felt like it.” The three of them letting out soft laughs.

Meanwhile, outside, both hands in your jacket pockets, leaning your back against the wall just beside Miami’s office, you stared at the floor, a million things going through your mind. Hearing the door open and close again, Miami walked towards you.

“They’ll be all right. They just need a bit of time.”

You continued to stare blankly at the floor, “What if I don’t have time?”

“What do you mean, (Y/N)?”

Thankfully, for now, you didn’t have to tell him as John opened the door and stepped out, “You can come back in now, if you’d like.”

Sitting back down on your seat, Roger spoke up, “We decided… what did we decide?”

John sighed, “From now on… every song, no matter who wrote it, music, lyrics… it’s by Queen. Not one of us, just Queen. All the money, all the credits split four ways evenly.”

You nodded, “Done.”

“We have a problem with the people around you,” Roger added.

“Paul is out. I fired him.”

“On what pretext?”

“Villainy. What else?”

“Bob Geldof,” Miami spoke up, “I called to convince him to squeeze you guys into the lineup for the Live Aid concert but he wants an answer now. You have to make a decision. Every ticket is already sold.”

“A hundred thousand people at Wembley, hundred thousand people at JFK Stadium in Philadelphia. A global TV audience around the world of a hundred and fifty countries, thirteen satellites. The Olympics only had three.”

“We haven’t played together in years,” Roger started, “It’s kinda suicide to play again for the first time in front of millions.”

Brian corrected, “Try over one point five billion,” before he scoffed, “Who are these four dinosaurs? Where’s Madonna?”

“It’s a twenty-minute set. Everyone gets the same,” Miami said, “Jagger, Bowie, Elton, McCartney, The Who, Led Zeppelin, Phil Collins, REO Speedwagon, Bob Dylan.”

“Certainly good company,” John said.

“Anybody who is anybody is doing this concert.”

“Look,” You spoke up, “All I know… is that if we wake up the day after this concert and we didn’t do our part… we’re going to regret it till the day we die.”

You didn’t know how, but you managed to contain yourself. Not in front of them. Not right now. Saying out in an almost shaky voice, “Please.”

a/n: sorry for the short chapter, i think you all know what happens next and i just wanted the next part to be its own chapter since it’s very major!

tags: @b-hardys // @hunterswearingplaid // @livingforrt // @bensrhapsody // @jennyggggrrr // @little-weirdo-13 // @kemeryyyy // @yoonlatte // @geek-and-proud // @everything-you-dont-wanna-be // @itsametaphorbriansblog // @marequeenii // @killer-queen-xo // @jedi-dreea // @achernarsaa // @nevaeh-potter15 // @banana-tree-freddiemercury // @rogertaylorssunglasses // @pyrotechnic789 // @mirkwoodshewolf // @stuff-exists // @toger-raylor // @langdonzvoid // @imamazzellhoe // @tbird20165 // @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen // @theswedishblonde // @oliviaharddyy // @sunflower-borhap-boys // @rocknrollsavedmysoul13 // @sincereleygmg // @mylifeissucky123 // @teenwolflover28 // @perrythefrickinplatypus // @deakysmisfire // @simonedk // @rockyroadthepastryarchy // @warren-lauren // @sarai-ibn-la-ahad // @danny-fucking-mercury

#atwb #hardyzello #queen #queen band #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #brian may #brian may x reader #brian may imagine #gwilym lee #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee x reader #roger taylor #ben hardy #John Deacon #joe mazzello

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wildflxwer-girl · 4 years

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Same Bed

Pairing : Harry Styles x Y/N

Desc. Harry asks you to move in.

"Hey lovey." Harry kisses you on the cheek while he takes your overnight bag from you and places it on the bench in front foyer of his home. He leans in to give you a short and sweet hug while letting you in and closing the door.

"Hi." You give him a smile and take your slides off. Harry had bought them for you for your birthday not too long ago.

"I'll bring your stuff upstairs and you can pick a film to watch?" You and Harry never went out to restaurants or anything like that much. You tried once but he got swarmed with girls and the paparazzi. You were labelled as a fling and that was the first and last time you guys went out together.

It didn't bother you per say, but you wished you could have one nice meal out with your boyfriend, without girls screaming and people snapping pictures of you.

Harry came back down and you had picked the movie "The F Word" you had watched this movie together several times and even though he was getting tired of it, you loved it so much that he loved it too.

"Popcorn?" You shook your head 'no'. All you wanted was a cuddle, and so did he.

The two of you got comfy, your legs stretched out on his and his arms around you as you sat on his lap. "Pretty girl." He kissed the spot right below your ear just as the movie started playing. Your head rested on his shoulder and you sighed.

"I love you." He whispered to you while continuing his small kisses on your neck. They were innocent kisses, he knew you were tired and wanted nothing more than a movie night with his girl.

"I love you." You turned your head to kiss his lips. You were struggling to keep your eyes open during the movie because of how tired you were from work, but you managed.

The movie was soon over and when it was, Harry gave you a small squeeze before picking you up with his hands on your bottom, making you wrap your legs around his waist and took you upstairs. You weren't asleep, but you were close to it.

"My sleepy girl, hm?" You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck while he whispered softly into your ear.

"Sing to me while I brush my teeth?" Your voice was small and Harry's heart fluttered at this.

"Of course, lovely. What song?" He asked as you both walked to Harry's joint bathroom.

"End of The Day." (A/N I'm sorry all yall. I just like this song. I can always change it though.)

Harry and yourself, still in his arms, went into his bathroom. He put you down softly and slowly.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to stay as awake as possible. Grabbing your toothbrush that you kept here - for the nights you forgot to pack it into your overnight bag - turning on the tap and running your toothbrush under the water as Harry placed his arms around your hips. You put a dollop of toothpaste on your brush and began scrubbing.

"I told her that I loved her, was not sure if she heard." You loved hearing him sing. It gave you butterflies sometimes.

"The roof was pretty windy and she didn't say a word."

"Party dying downstairs, had nothing left to do." The lyrics went right to your heart. You enjoyed every single song.

"Just me, her and the moon." And you found it amazing how each song has some meaning behind it. It gives the song life.

Harry smiled at you looking to the mirror.

"That was beautiful, babe." You placed the toothbrush under the water and placed it into its holder.

You turned around to face him. More like his chest if we are being honest. You hoisted yourself up onto the counter and looked up to him.

Harry returned the look. He noticed how tired you looked now.

"I'm just gonna wash my face and I'll be right out, sound good?" He leaned in for a kiss which you accepted.

"Sounds good." You plopped off the counter and walked through the door into the bedroom.

"Your beds so comfy." You spoke.

"It could be yours too darling." Harry said as he picked up the cloth and began rubbing it on his face.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Like, would you be interested in moving in?"

You were shocked and excited but also nervous. You were a bundle of emotions. Shocked because you weren't expecting this right now. Excited because you always planned for something like this in the back of your head. And nervous because there could always be a time in the future where you argue and Harry kicks you out.

After a minute of silence, Harry learned against the doorframe.

"Don't feel any pressure though. I'm just saying, darling. Don't worry about arguing because I love you too much to kick ya out. There is always someone home so you wouldn't be lonely-" Harry kept blabbering on about it for a few minutes. He was nervous for what you would say.

"Babe," you hushed. "I wouldn't wanna move in with anyone but you, okay? And I'd be delighted to move in with ya."

A big smile came across his face. He ran to you and hugged you, also giving you a kiss.

"We better get moving vans and-"

"We can get them later, babe, dont worry. Now for the love of God, can we please go to bed now?"

His eyes widened.

"Of course."

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vaguelygeiszlerian · 4 years

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ok i just saw this existed, i live on tumblr mobile where i ignore the activity tab and scroll endlessly, bear w me

Animated character that was your gay awakening? uhhhhhhh,,,....,,,.. if i remembered anything abt my childhood i would tell u, im gonna say rukia from bleach because i want gorgeous short people to step on me

Grilled cheese or PB&J? peanut butter Always... tho if it was a fancy grilled cheese (there is a special preparation).... i would be torn

What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on? it really depends! i bounce around, i watch a lot of baumgartner restorations, i watch a LOT of nyx fears video essays on horror movies i would never watch, i watch longplays of, like, nier automata bc im still delighted by cryaotic?

Your go-to bar order, if you drink? i dont really get to order a lot of drinks at bars, itll depend, if im with friends ill order as many things off the cocktail menu as my money allows, if im with my parents ill order long island iced teas or whiskey and lemonade

What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own? i literally own like 3 pairs of shoes, one of which being the only pair i can actually safely wear haha.... but my favorite pair is the black red and gold converse that dont fit anymore but still remind me of high school

Top three cuisines? mexican, italian, whomever the fuck invented kasoundi

What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)? yeah as said above i have no clue about anything about my childhood so idk i think mum said once that my first proper word was just ‘no’ which sounds abt right

What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had? idk if my last job counts? i mean i used to do all round garden labor stuff until my pain got worse and i literally couldnt anymore so i got relegated to desk work

Look up. What’s directly across from you? oh a container of pesto i didnt like the flavour of and just... forgot to throw out.... i will do that tomorrow

Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general? i have a rwby poster signed by ray and jack? its p cool

Preferred way to spend a rainy day? preferred right now? wrapped in a metric fuckton of blankets w my partner

What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted? i..... dont like bagels

Brunch or midnight snacks? i live a weirdly scheduled life, midnight snacks and brunch are interchangeable to me now, so both

Favorite mug you own i..... dont really have one? all of my actual mugs that are mine have my deadname on them haha

What coffee drink would you describe yourself as? overbrewed black coffee that someone left to go cold before dumping six packs of sugar in

Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!) ‘ And I don't want your pity I just want somebody near me ‘ bc we all love a bit of mitski when we are feeling the self isolation creeping in

Fruity or herbal teas? fruity teas only! or rather i drink fruit tisanes! but if you mean actual tea then herbal, i only drink peppermint tea

What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless? fruits basket! everyone watch the reboot

That book you were forced to read for class but actually ended up enjoying? all the books i read for class sucked but medea wasnt so bad

Do you match your socks? only when theyre very fun patterned socks, and even then sometimes i will match them to the wrong pair but the same pattern, aka my double watermelon combo (i have a pair of green socks w watermelons and a pair of black socks w watermelons so)

Have you ever been horseback riding? no and i never will because i am fucking terrified of horses

What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc) uh.... uh i mean im not sure if it counts as a phase but i was stupid into vampires (to the point of me and my friends constructing the intricate theory that our teacher was a vampire and we had to kill her by the time we graduated (she was not and we did not and i hate all of those people now) i was just the weird conspiracy kid i guess, we used to spend every lunch staring across the oval at a house we were SURE an alien lived in (it was just a plastic bag being rustled by a fan)

Have you ever been to jail? bkdnbrb god no

What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)? im a lazy susan

Puzzles? i cant solve a rubiks cube but give me a 2000 piece jigsaw and ill sit there for 6 hours trying to solve it

You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it? oh this is tough..... orange juice, the fancy kind but with no bits in it, i used to like the bits but these days i just want a clean juice experience

What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore? ,,,,,,the ya fiction section, i never buy anything from there but i like to see if series i read as a teenager ever got new instalments after i stopped liking them

What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now? how to sleep like a normal person

Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat? uh, it depends! lizzo or my playlist of musicals! (which is literally just starkid/tcb stuff)

Where could someone find you in a museum? i could literally be anywhere, probably in front of some old piece though, just staring for an hour bc im struck by the majesty of it (and my legs probably locked up so i couldnt move anyway)

What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to? so i have a nice white button up and some really nice jeans i just got, and my suspenders, and my cool blue heels that i know i cant wear bc my legs cant handle walking in heels anymore, but it would look cool am i right

Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds? i look up at my roof which is almost entirely covered in glow in the dark stars and then stare into the camera (i wish every day that my roof was like the roof of the healthy harold van, i still have fucking dreams of that beautiful ceiling)

If you could own any non-traditional pet (dogs, cats, fish, rodents, etc), what would it be? non traditional? id want a lizard that could curl round my shoulders like a leathery scarf

Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs? i dont have any photos on my wall so art by default

You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go? i just want the pensive emoji tattooed in the small of my back so if i wear a crop top everyone has to suffer with me

Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with fuck superheroes they suck, can i hang out with jason todd red hood style

Lakes, rivers, or oceans? oceans, i want to go to the beach so fucking bad

Favorite mid-2000s song i dont really have a Big Favorite but like..... i constantly thank god for esteban

How do you dress when you’re home alone? ive been in the same sweatpants and old paint shirt i got from my painting and decorating course for three days

Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)? armchair closest to the kitchen, perfect to make a quick escape if dad comes in

Knives or swords? knives, i dont have the upper body strength for swords

A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving? oh uh run away with me by crj, *bwoooooooo buhnuhnuuuuuu buhnuhnuuuuuhhh buhnuhnuuuuhhhhh*

Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL BUT SPECIFICALLY ONLY CERTAIN PARTS FROM EACH OF THEM BC COLLECTIVELY THEY SUCK BUT PARTS OF THEM ARE PERFECT

Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online? no caption i dont want people to really acknowledge that i post things

Name a classic Vine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anQds9PQ7CA

What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store? hash browns hash browns hash browns ONLY

How do you top your ice cream? god its been so long since ive been able to eat ice cream.... with the reeses peanut butter ice cream shell topping

Do you like Jello? jelly is the pinnacle of our society and i wish i were eating it right now

What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did? i wish i had a picture of myself and my partner so i could set it as my phone lock screen (that or i wish i had a picture of me and a friend i really dearly miss bc i have pics of her in my phone but not of us together and i want some but i cant bring myself to say so)

How are you at climbing trees? theres a tree in my front yard i used to be able to hang off but nowadays i think id hurt myself just trying to lift my nasty meat sack off the ground trying

#long post #christ that took like 3 hours #i dont know things about myself #thanks for asking though #Anonymous

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swiss-cheeze · 5 years

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Up || Daniel Webber x reader

Bold = lyrics

Italic = memories

Song - Up from Sing Street

Warnings: talk of physical abuse.

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It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning

She's running magical circles around my head

I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving

“Stop going so fast love!” Daniel said with a laugh as his hair whipped into his face, the roof of the convertible had gone down ages ago but the pair where on a very clear free way with the speed at 100 and no cars in sight.

“Oh come on Daniel! Let loose!” you yelled to the boy over the wind sloshing across your ears and your hair whipping everywhere above you.

“Not when we’re about to DIE” Daniel said jokingly with a laugh as he gripped the car door, you hit the actors chest and gave him a stern ‘come on pussy’ look, Daniel simply rolled his eyes at you before leaning over to the radio and turned up Kickstart My Heart and pumped his hands into the air with the bass. You yelped and whooped and sang as loud and as high as you could.

She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed

Daniel awoke with a start, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his sheets stuck to his chest as the rest of him was drenched in sweat, his breathing was heavy and the room was thick and musty; this was not ideal.

Across the street on a grayed out Monday

I see the girl with the eyes I can't describe

And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday

And everything is more real than life

Daniel stood from his bed and rubbed his face as he started getting ready for the day, you had invited him out for breakfast, but what Daniel did not know; you decided to bring your boyfriend, he would've been fine with it had it not have been the boyfriend that frequently abuses you. Daniel had been your best friend since the pair of you where three years old but when high school came around the corner and hormones became an apparent thing in both of your lives, Daniel had a never ending crush on you. Everything about you he loved and he fell in love with you with every moment that passed that he was with you; the funny cat videos you send him, the way you tie your hair back when you’re thinking and making things, the way you have a certain way of doing everything in the morning and your afternoon routine. The poor boy hated seeing you with so many guys that meant nothing to you, and you meant nothing to them. Daniel could always tell if the guy you were dating had a side chick or just wasn't interesting and even though he constantly told you you never listened, and then within the next month Daniel would find you in tears and blabbering ‘sorrys’ from not believing him, of course the actor would bring you in and comfort you with tea and a place to sleep for the night.

I think I'm back in the dream

I think I'm back on the ceiling

It's such a beautiful feeling

Walking down the street Daniel could hear the bustling of the street next to him, the clicking of the soles of his shoes on the pavement, the screaming child just behind him that wasn't allowed a lollipop; even with his headphones in and at a reasonable volume. Everything seemed so loud but so far away, Daniel wanted to tell you how much he loved you, how much he wanted to hug and hold you, kiss you and make you feel safe and okay and happy; but of course you already had someone before he could ask you.

Going up

“(Y/n)?” Daniel asked as he opened his front door and squinted out to his porch, “doll what the hell are you doing?” the tired man asked as he quickly let you in and sat you down on his couch before making his way to the kitchen and boiling the kettle, he knew what you were doing here, he knew something happened between you and your boyfriend, you normally wouldn't be here if it weren't for that. Daniel came back within five minutes with a two cups of tea and placed them both on the coffee table before retreating again to bring out the family biscuit pack and sat down next to you; the blonde didn't speak for a moment as he let you drink your tea and have a bite of an oval cookie.

“H-he slapped me” you whispered softly against the bite you took off your biscuit. Your voice was shaky and quiet as you let the words sink in, not only into Dan beside you; but to yourself as well, you never believed it would happen, you never thought you did anything bad or something your boyfriend didn't like.

“He...he hit you” Daniel confirmed looking at you with wide eyes. You simply nodded as you kept nibbling at your biscuit, “why?”

“An argument broke out, Damian was asking what i had made for dinner and I told him I hadn't made it yet, then he started to get s-so a-angry….” you mumbled, the end of your sentence trailed off as the fresh memories came back and the red mark on your cheek burnt, “a-and he got so….out of control. I-I couldnt s-stop him” you whimpered softly, tears sprouted in your eyes again and dripped down your cheek and into your tea as you took a generous mouthful.

“(N/n)....” Daniel said in a ‘what-do-i-even-say’ tone.

“J-just don-don't worry” you muttered softly as you dipped your biscuit into your warm tea and bit into the soft mush before it dropped, as you ate you looked to Daniel and took a second glance as he sipped his own tea. Dan looked to you mid bite.

“What?” he asked, a watery smile crept its way onto your face as you looked down.

“You’re only in your underwear” you said softly, Dan looked down with a small ‘what?’.

“Oh. Shit.” he said as he looked at his black jocks , “shit i'm sorry (Y/n)” the actor said as he put down his tea and rubbed his eyes. This made you laugh softly as you finished your tea and biscuit.

She lights me up

She breaks me up

She lifts me up

“Its okay” you said with a laugh as you put down your drink, “we’ve been friends for years, ive seen you naked before” you said with a giggle.

“Oh don't bring up that memory” Daniel said as he buried his head in his hands, “that was so embarrassing” the boy mumbled. When the two of you were in your teens you would go past each others houses and let yourselves in as nobody was really ever home, but today just so happen to be the week Daniel had broken his leg and with no one else home to help him shower; you had to be the one to make the commitment. Even though it was for an actual reason it was still something you liked to joke about every now and then; you had to help undress Daniel and shower him all while keeping your eyes up and off of his junk.

“It really wasn't” you said with a chuckle, “it was for a good reason” you said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, I know, but still. I've grown you know!” Daniel said quickly, before he could register the words his face went red as you burst out into a fit of giggles.

“Oh really?” you asked, “down there?” you pointed to his junk, “or up here?” you patted the blonde head which granted you a fun loving death glare from Daniel as he pushed your hand away from his head.

“You know what I mean” Daniel said with a blush.

“I really dont you know” you said with a laugh.

“UP HERE YOU DORK!” Daniel said with a loud voice and a laugh, this caused you to laugh too as you both shook your head.

You find a mystery bound in perfection

You've got to read, but you don't want to reach the end

As Daniel reached the cafe he pulled the headphones from his ears and stuffed them in his pocket with his phone. He could see you from the window already, Damian had a protective arm wrapped around your shoulders as you searched the cafe for Daniel; you almost looked frantic, you wanted to get away from Damien, which is probably the reason you have squished yourself against the window to get as far away from the man as you physically could. Of course that hasn't worked as you got pulled back into Damiens side.

Cause what if everything beautiful's fiction

And this reality's just pretend?

As Daniel walked into the cafe and the door let off a bell sounding out someone was here, a bright smile lit up your face like christmas night as Daniel finally reached the booth. By now you had FORCED Damian from the booth so you could hug your best friend.

“Hey Dan” you said into his neck softly as you squeezed the actor, him returning with the same force.

“Missed you” Daniel said softly into your hair as he nuzzled into your neck; but this moment was short lived as a rather loud and obnoxious cough interrupted you two. You separated from Daniel quickly and smiled before motioning for Daniel to sit down as you went back to your previous seat and Damien was quick to move in next to you; efficiently trapping you.

“So Dan” Damien said with a tight and annoyed smile, “what’ve you been up to recently that has made you stay away from us for so long?” the man asked. Daniel had to fit the urge to roll his eyes at the fakely covered sarcasm.

“Uh, i've been filming down in uh, SA actually. Adelaide; for the new movie with the other Daniel” Dan said with a chuckle. You leant forward in your seat and placed your arms on the table as a sign for Daniel to keep talking; that you were listening with the giant smile on your face. Daniel coughed and chuckled softly as he looked to you with a grin, “it’s called Escape from Pretoria, it's about these two men who break out from a South african prison with help from other people and it's just about their journey of survival really and how they got by; it's based on a book from one of the real escapees, Time Jenkin, Radcliffe is the one who got that role and i got the other guy” Daniel said with such happiness; he loved talking about his job but he loved it when you listen to his stories and things he does with the job. You get as excited as Daniel himself does, it's a nice thing to know.

And then I'm back in the dream

I'm looking up at the ceiling

It's such a beautiful feeling

As time passed and stories got told, Damien had excused himself from the table to go to the bathroom and as soon as he was out of sight Daniel got on topic.

“Has he hurt you recently?” the actor asked as he bent over the table slightly and leant in closer so no one else could hear. You looked to Dan with a scared face before doing the same and leaning in.

“Y-yeah he has” you said softly, “im so sorry” you say as you wipe your eyes from the tears that threatened to fall, “he takes my phone and locks the house and puts my keys somewhere i can't find them” you whimper out softly. Dan quickly gets up from the table and walks around to sit next to you, as he sat his arm wrapped around your shoulders and slowly brought you into his chest for a hug; you wrapped your arms around Dans shoulders and tried to stifle your crying.

“It’s okay babe” Dan said, he didn't even try to stop the nickname falling from his mouth as it felt so nice to say and sounded like the right time to say it.

“N-no it's not!” you whimper softly, “I don't want to be with Damien anymore. I hate him, h-he's so rude! And arrogant. He doesn't like any of the things I do, we disagree on everything all the way down to what to watch on TV!” you exclaimed, your voice wasn't loud enough state for everyone else to hear but Daniel knew what you were doing. Daniel nodded in an understanding of where you were coming from and thought for a moment.

Going up

“Then leave him” Daniel said, “we’ll leave right now,” he exclaimed with wide arms, “we-we pick up your stuff from your house and we head back to mine. You can bunk with me until we find a better place for you to live without him there” Dan said, you giggled softly at his awkwardness but nodded quickly.

“Please, I want to get away from him” you said with a sniffle. Dan nodded as well and clapped.

“Right! Come on, let's get away from here” Dan said as he started to drink the rest of his drink and took the last bite from his food as you started to bring money out from your purse, “what are you doing?” Daniel asked with a concerned look, “you aren't paying,” he said.

“What? No. im giving a tip” you said with a light chuckle as the waitress came over, she asked if the two of you were finished and you both nodded before telling her your ‘friend’ was in the toilet and was going to pay for the food anyway. You handed the woman a fair tip before dashing out of the cafe with the giggles and making quick work of getting to Daniels car before Damien came back.

She lights me up

She breaks me up

She lifts me up

After a quick rush to your ‘previous’ house (as Daniel had now dubbed it) to grab your things the two of you left a little note for Damien, basically saying you where going to change your phone number, that you had run off with someone and your things and that you never wanted to see him again. With To Young to Fall in Love blasting on the radio and the car going down the street at reasonable speed you got to Daniels house in record time; with enough daylight to still make a whole new room just for you in his house (seeing as it was a two bedroom). Daniel helped you set out your room as you wanted before the pair of you flopped onto the living room couch in a fit of giggles with some cool jazz playing in the background.

“I didn't actually think you’d agree with me,” Daniel said, “about moving in with me”

“Of course i would. Anything to get away from that prick” you said with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. You hated Damien since you first met him but he had somehow conditioned you into thinking you loved him and he loved you back, “I actually found out last week he's been cheating on me since before me and him got together” you paused, “I guess that’d make me the cheatee?” you questioned before shrugging, “I don't know what happened with the other girl. Maybe he’ll go back with her” you said with a sigh.

“Don't think about it hun” Daniel said as he sat up alongside you, he nudged your shoulder softly with a blush as he bit his lip, “you know there's always someone out there for you” Daniel said, biting the bullet. You shrugged.

“Maybe there isn't” you mumbled, before looking to the lounge room carpet and picking at the fraying ends.

Up to the stars she shows me

Daniel took a second look at you before scoffing slightly, “‘maybe there isn't’?” Daniel repeated.

“Well, yeah. Maybe i'm just meant to be alone!” you exaggerated.

“Why the hell would you say something like that?” Daniel said with a slight edge to his voice, “(Y/n) you're so beautiful, you're so talented. You send me cat videos almost every day at the same time, you tie your hair up and out of your face” Daniel scoffed as he fell back onto the cough with a huff, “hell, every night before you go to bed you turn the TV off, you got to the kitchen to make sure the kettle is off before you walk up the stairs, TWO AT A TIME, and put on long fluffy socks for the night if its cold before cuddling into the blanket in the fetal position” Daniel said; his face had turned red and was almost in tears.

Dame Street, George's Street, miles below me

Up where the world won't let us down

(Na, na, na, na)

“Daniel…” you muttered softly as you sat next to the actor on the couch as he wiped his eyes.

“(Y/n) im in love with you, and i have been my entire life. Ever since you first came to me from your first boyfriend breaking up with you, with tears streaming down your face and ice cream around your mouth you always looked so beautiful to me. The day we had our highschool formal and you were in that beautiful dress? That was the moment i knew i had fallen for you, i had been discarding my feelings and putting them off thinking it was just stupid teenage hormones; but seeing you walk down those stairs and into the lounge room where i was waiting with your parents and that stupid boyfriend of yous-”

“Braydon” you cut in with a watery smile.

“Yeah! Him. I always hated him” Daniel muttered absently, “ever since then ive been in love with you, and i've fallen more and more in love with you with every day that has passed. I find new things about you almost every day” Daniel said before taking a breath and letting out a small chuckle as he sniffled and wiped his eyes.

Going up

(It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning)

“Daniel…” you said softly, “why didn't you tell me sooner?” you asked as you scooted closer to the actor.

“I didn't want to ruin what we had” Daniel muttered softly as you wrapped your arms around him.

She lights me up

(She's running magical circles around my head)

“I wouldn't have minded you know” you said softly as you turned Daniels head to look at you. You sighed softly at the tears that streamed down his face and wiped away the tracks they had left and cupped Dans cheeks; rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone before letting your gaze drop to his lips.

She breaks me up

(I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving)

“Are you saying i could have asked you out this entire time?” Daniel asked with a chuckle, you nodded with a grin that spread to your eyes.

“I've been in love with you since you first broke your leg” you said before pausing, “wait”

“So you love me for my junk is that it?” Daniel asked with a laugh.

“What no! Of course not you dork!” you said as you pushed Daniel, the boy laughed wholeheartedly as he let himself fall onto his side on the couch before twisting himself onto his back as you came up and placed your knees either side of his hips; neither of you thought of it being sexual, nor did you even want it to be sexual.

“Why then?” Daniel asked, “hmm?”

“Because you trusted me enough to help you in some of your most desperate times without anyone else being there” you said thoughtfully. Daniel leant up on his elbows with a soft smile, “and ive fallen more and more in love with you with each day that passes” you said softly.

She lifts me up

Daniel chuckled softly before you leant in and connected your lips with his; a passionate, searing kiss mixed with every emotion of love, want, distance and everything in between. Your arms wrapped around Daniels shoulders and tangled into his hair as his came around your waist and his hands connected with the skin of your back; you shirt had ridden up from straddling Daniel, but neither of you cared enough to stop.

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