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Drama Kisses ( Aren’t Real ) // Mark Lee

1st Post from Admin Forest ♡ 

Originally posted by tybeoji

“It’s totally fate!” Your over excited best friend exclaimed for the 5th time.

 You rolled your eyes as you retrieved your books from your locker, then shut the door with a slam and looked at her; “I’ve already told you, it’s just a stage kiss. It doesn’t mean anything.” You explained, but she didn’t even bat an eyelash.

“Yea, you say that, but I know in your heart that you WANT it to mean something.” She pressed on, giving you a wink.

You ignored the pink hue that had tinted your cheeks. and started trudging to the next class you had.Just like always, your friend was right.

Drama, and acting were your passion. You loved to take on different roles, each more exciting or thrilling than the last.

And coincidentally, so did your not-so-little crush, Mark Lee.

He wasn’t the most popular guy in school, no he was that guy’s best friend. Popular nonetheless, just not as much.

He had a very calming aura that could make even the tensest person relax, and it drew people to him, including you.

You both had been in the same drama class since freshman year, and had been in a fair amount of plays, and musicals together.

However, in those shows, there had never been a time where you both had the two leading male and female roles.

This time it was different. Your school was putting on a production of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

It was one of your all time favorites, and you just knew that you wanted to be Juliet.

You had put your heart, and soul into the audition, impressing your teacher, and causing fury, and jealously to bubble in the stomachs of the other girls auditioning.

After your performance, you stepped down from the stage, and went back to the dressing rooms to collect your bag and some books. When you stepped out, a voice startled you.

“You were amazing up there, I could feel your passion.” Mark said, leaning against the wall, with his hands lazily shoved in the pockets of his worn out ripped jeans.

He offered you a shy smiled, which you returned. “Thanks, I just hope it was good enough to land me the part.” You replied, a light blush grazing your cheeks as Mark began to walk with you, making your heart pound.

“If you don’t get it, I’ll smack the teacher myself. You really deserve it.” He grinned playfully.

A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you looked down bashfully at the floor. “Thank you, again. It really means a lot to me.” You said quietly.

Mark stopped outside of the boys dressing room. “No problem, and who knows, maybe I’ll be your Romeo.” He said slyly, before entering the room, letting the door shut behind him.

If you had been blushing before, it was nothing compared to the deep tomato color you were at that moment.

As fate works in wonderful ways, you did end up receiving the role of Juliet. And seeing as how the universe likes to mess with people’s lives, Mark had been given the part of Romeo.

All the girls had given you dirty looks the moment the cast list was posted, but you brushed them off.

With your best friend by your side, you nervously scanned the list for your name.

Y/N L/N – Juliet

Your friend squealed, and crushed you in a hug. You were beyond happy of course, but something threw you off. It was the name below yours.

Mark Lee – Romeo

All of a sudden, Mark was beside you, running his eyes down the list with his posse behind him.

Once he saw his name, he grinned widely and turned to his friends.

“I got the part!” He yelled, excitement twinkling is his eyes. His best friend, Donghyuck, fist bumped him and looked at the list himself while the rest of their group congratulated him.

“Oh lookie here! Mark gets to lock lips with Y/N!” He smirked at you, and Mark shoved him.

“Shut up man, leave her alone.” He said quietly as he dragged the younger boy to the door, flashing you an apologetic smile before exiting the room with the others following.

Your best friend nudged your ribs. “Funny how the world works huh? C'mon, let’s go celebrate.” She said, and you allowed her to pull you to the exit.

When the day of the play finally arrived, you were more nervous than you ever had been for a show.

Rehearsals were more calm, but this time, it was for real.

Meaning, you and Mark would actually kiss.

During practice, your lips never touched, just hovered because the director said it was “bad luck”.

Your palms were sweaty and you couldn’t stop your hands from tugging at the collar of the dress you had on.

The theater was already packed full when you peeked from backstage.

You could see your parents, friends, and even your grandparents. A hand grabbing your shoulder snapped you back into reality and you came face to face with the devil himself.

Mark’s face held a steady grin. “Are you ready?” He asked giddily, bouncing on his heels.

All the saliva dried from your tongue, so you found yourself nodding instead of speaking.

“Well, break a leg out there! You’re gonna do great!"His encouraging words made your confidence boost up a bit and you let out the breath you didn’t notice you were holding.

"Thanks, you too.” Was your response.

The lights went down and the blinding spot lights flashed. Taking a deep breath, you gathered as much courage as you could, then walked out.


Soon the play was nearing an end, and the time for the kiss scene was close.

The heart beat in your chest was beating erratically while you desperately tried to hype yourself up in your head.

The feelings of nervousness and excitement were swirling around in the pit of your stomach, making you dizzy.

Mark stepped towards you, and gently cupped your cheeks, treating you as if you were made of the most fragile glass, the familiar motion bringing back memories from previous rehearsals.

Almost like he could sense the anxious vibes radiating off your body, Mark flashed a quick smile, before leaning towards you.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, and you prayed that you weren’t squeezing them in a death grip.

After what felt like years but was only seconds, your lips finally came in contact with Mark’s.

They were plush, soft, and tasted faintly of his vanilla chapstick.

You willed all those shaky feelings from your mind, and really put all your passion into the kiss.

Mark felt like he was floating, not knowing you felt the same.

He almost forgot that you both were just acting, and slowly pulled away, savoring every last second.

As the scene came to an end, and loud applause erupted from the audience, he knew he wouldn’t forget the taste of your strawberry lip gloss.

Backstage was less hectic and busy than before the show, but all the actors and actresses were buzzing in happiness. “Good job all of you! That was spectacular!” The director said, causing the cast to cheer for all their hardwork.

Mark was looking around until he finally spotted you, changed into your casual clothes while talking to your best friend.

He walked over in a rush, just as your friend had gone. “Uh…h-hey.” He stuttered out, mentally slapping himself.

Lucky for him, you smiled and sat up straighter. “Hi.”

Awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, he struggled to find his words. “That kiss was…really something. I could feel the emotion.” He complimented, watching as your cheeks flushed.

“Well, that means I’m a good actress right?” You asked playfully.

“Of course! You’re one of the best actresses I’ve ever seen!” Mark said, not realizing what he said until he said it.

His words made your heart flutter and soar even higher in the cloud you felt you were on. Your lips still tingled from the kiss.

“Funny how something that looks real, means nothing.” You let out, looking away.

Mark frowned a bit.

“It meant something to me…” he mumbled shyly.

Your eyes were saucers when you heard him. “Really?!”

He only nodded, clearly embarrassed. “Yea, I mean I’ve only had a crush on you since 9th grade, so…” he explained with a shrug.

Pink dusted over his face and spread to the tips of his ears.

“Well then, why don’t we hang out sometimes. Maybe we can practice some lines together?” You suggested, a bright grin glued onto your face.

He met your eyes and nodded eagerly. “Y-Yea that sounds great!”

“And to think I was so nervous about a kiss…” you thought to yourself

After all, who said drama kisses mean nothing?


Characters: Jared x Reader, fans, Jensen

Word Count: 1579

Warnings: implied sex and kinda fluff

Summary: All people ask you about is your past relationships and your relationship status during your panel. They are pleasantly surprised with the end result of their questions.

Authors Note: Honestly, this whole idea came from listening to Intertwined by Dodie. I wanted to have this song as like how they fell in love type thing. This is my first RPF. Also, Jared is single for this. No disrespect to Gen. Hopefully I satisfied your imagination with this! Feedback is always appreciated and enjoy xx

Originally posted by marvelouslyinsane

You slowly woke up in your hotel room with Jared’s arms wrapped around your waist. You lazily look at the time before jumping out of bed, realizing that you were running late for your panel.

Your panel starts in twenty minutes. It takes ten minutes to get there, leaving you with ten minutes to get dressed, and you still have to shower.

You texted Rob that you were going to be running late before taking a quick shower and getting dressed. You were about to rush out the door, then you realized that you hadn’t woken Jared up. You shake him awake and his eyes slowly flutter open.

“Morning sunshine,” you joke as you give him a quick kiss. “I’m running late for my panel, but I’ll see you down there after you get dressed.”

He hums in response, leaning on the headboard, looking at you. “Go on, don’t want to keep the fans waiting.” He smiles at you. “You’ll be great.”

You rush out the hotel room and made it to the panel, even though you were ten minutes late.

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literally based off of this video 

 (cred: arzaylea on snap)

 Summary:Making Cal angry is the best, especially if he’s as on edge as he’s been lately.

 Warning: Smut. Choking. Daddy!kink. Calum. 

I genuinely feel like the biggest warning in this is Calum, because Calum. 


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@akashena replied to your post:   HERE’S THE THING !!   starting monday the 24th,…

[gasp!!! CONGRATS! I’m so proud of and happy for you! what’s this shnazzy internship? ‘w’]

thank friend!!!! I get to work in the back stage of a HUUUUGE theater in a HUUUUUGE city and it’s !!!!! \o/ I’ll mostly be following around the makeup artists / hair stylists but I’ll get a sneak peek into the other stuff too and!!! I’m!!! so!!! excite!!!!

Brotherly Love [Dean & Blade]


Dean darted around backstage, peeking his head in and out of rooms and stopping whomever he passed, asking after his brother. He hadn’t seen Blade in a few days, which was rare they usually saw each other at least briefly every day but work had gotten the better of him lately. Dean had just finished his match for the night, and gratefully had some free time on his hands that he intended to spend his brother.

anonymous asked:

Omg so wow I love your blog soooo much. It is literally one of my very favorite scenario blogs! Ummm okay my request isssss a scenario in which you are visiting Jenissi backstage at a music show and you end up talking to/fangirling over another idol from another one of your favorite groups (say Rap Mon from BTS for example~) and Jenissi gets jealous, so quick, demanding, angry sex ensues in some empty room~ Please and thank you! <3

Thank you and you’re welcome! <3

-admin p


“Are you nervous?” You asked Jenissi, taking note of how tense his body was. He sighed and let out a heavy breath, closing his eyes. You tip-toed until your nose was brushing against his.

“You’ll do great, just like always.” You said trying to comfort him, leaving a light peck on his lips. He smiled down at you and laced your fingers together with his, squeezing tight. 

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anonymous asked:

Alright! What about smut jungkook stripper smut?!

After Work


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

His oiled body slide down the pole easily, people cheered as his legs snapped open. He stood up, legs still apart, bending down , his butt towards the audience. Jimin looked backstage, and saw you peeking through it, catching your eye, he winked smirking. You grinned, as he came back up, slapping his inner thighs. You had to admit since Yoongi hired him, the crowd had increased. Jimin wasn’t a half bad stripper either, the woman adored him.  He finished, pulling a handful of glitter from his butt and exited.

“Nice job Jimin,” you said holding the curtain open for him.

“Thanks Y/N,” he said, his eye in half moons. You nodded, stepping on the stage yourself. You were a fan favorite and you knew it. Hooking your leg around the pole, already slick from Jimin. You sound around, arching your back. The crowd hollered as the tassels attached to your nipples moved with every movement. YOur hips swung in time with the music, you walked towards the edge of the stage and grabbed the tie of the man sitting right there. His friends hollered, as you pressed your face closely, then pushed him back, putting a heeled foot on his chest. You smirked, swinging your other leg in an arch showing him your core, then spinning you stood up, finishing the show quickly. You looked back, and saw Jimin staring. You smirked, biting your lip at him. Finishing the show, the crowd chanting “Alexis Texas!” You blew one last kiss and went backstage.

You sat in front of the mirror, changing into your street clothes. Taking of the tassels and putting on a normal bra, pulling a t shirt over it.

“Do you think I could get a private showing?” Jimin whispered in your ear, making you shiver. You smirked at him in the mirror.

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VidCon - Barry Allen Imagine

Rating: G

Warnings: Pokemon and Star Wars references

Summary: You are a famous vlogger/gamer and you finally got your shot at the big leagues. Coincidence, chance, fate, or whatever you want to call it, brought a certain fan to you that very day.

Word Count: 1858

You tapped your fingers against your desk. Your laptop was, for once in your entire lifespan, off. Your phone was on.

A while ago, you got an email from YouTube itself. It mentioned your astounding number of subcribers and views and congratulated you on the achievement. Then, it told you that if you kept up the good work, you’d be officially invited as a special guest at VidCon.

The phone rang. You tried to pick it up. You fell to the floor and answered, “Hello. (Y/n) here.” Your eyes widened. “Really? That’s awesome! So…. Yeah. I can definitely make it. Email? Yeah. When will… Ok. Great! I’ll see you in a few months.” You hung up. Your lips curled into a smile. You jumped up and screamed, “Yes!”

You turned on your video camera. “Hey, everyone! So, this is not a gaming video. If you want to, you may skip it. However, I do have some exciting news.” You laughed, still feeling the giddiness rise inside of you. “Ok, so I’ve been officially invited to… VidCon! I am super excited! Maybe even more excited than when we heard about Pokemon Go.  Maybe. Anyway, I hope to see a few of my subscribers there. I hope you can all make it. As far as I know, the convention will be held in Anaheim, July 23rd to 25th. When I get details of where and when I am specifically, I will tweet it. Oh, look.” You paused pointing downward. “There is the link to my twitter feed! And all my other social media! You might wanna click it. Yeah. Anyway, super excited and can’t wait to see you guys there!”

The next day, you uploaded your video. Immediately one hour after you uploaded the announcement, a few tens of thousands of people had viewed.

In fact, a select few of them were completely ecstatic about it.

“We have to go. We have to,” Cisco stated, pacing around the room. “Come on, guys! We can save up, fly to Anahiem and even meet (Y/n)!”

“Cisco, I do love her channel,” Caitlin admitted. “But with the metas and the city… Do you really think we could leave for VidCon?”

Iris smiled. “Well, with the Legends of Tomorrow handling things…”

Cisco agreed, “We could call them! Then, we have a break, and go to VidCon.” He nodded. “See, it all works out. Yeah?”

Barry pursed his lips. “Well, if we could get them to protect Central City… Then, I guess, we could go.”

Cisco beamed, jumping around excitedly. “Get ready. Guys! We are going to VIdCon!”

July came around, and you were walking around VidCon with glasses and a hat. It was classic, but so far, no one crowded you. You smiled as you saw the many fans of different people with different merchandise. It truly was an experience.

You knew exactly where to go. You memorized the map and the way just to get to your own room early.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

You turned around and smiled at the dark-haired woman. She had three others with her: a tall man with a sweater vest, a young man with long, wavy hair, and a redheaded woman.

“Yes?” you asked.

“Oh, I was just wondering if you knew where Room 304 was.”

“Actually, I do.” You laughed a little. “But, there’s nothing going on there for a few hours.”

“We know. We’re just really looking forward to this one vlogger slash gamer.”

Your heart swelled. They were talking about you! That was amazing! They were going to go to your room early just because they were looking forward to catching a glimpse of you! You beamed. “Here, follow me.”

A young man behind her stepped forward. “Are you sure? We don’t want to disrupt your plans or anything.”

You laughed. “Trust me. You are not disrupting anything. Come on. Follow me.” You led the group of four throughout the busy crowds. You all had the most pleasant conversations. Sweater Vest loved Star Wars and pokemon just as much as you did, so, naturally, you were gravitating towards him. Then, you saw the room. The doors seemed to tower above you. You inhaled deeply. You were finally there, with the big leagues. And it felt so satisfying.

“Well, this is it.” You turned around to face them. “So, may I know your names?”

“Cisco,” the long-haired man stated. “Barry,” he motioned to Sweater Vest, “Caitlin,” he wrapped his arm around the red head’s shoulder in a half-hug, “and Iris.” Cisco patted the other girl’s shoulder.

Barry smiled.  “And thank you so much, Ms…”

You smirked. “(Y/n).”

Right on cue, one of the stage managers came out and sighed. “Finally! We have been waiting for you.”

“Sorry, just helping some friends.” You took off your hat and sunglasses. You grinned at the four. Cisco’s jaw had dropped. Caitlin’s eyes were wide. Iris was beaming, holding her map crumpled in front of her mouth. Barry just stared at you in… awe.

You pursed your lips. “I look forward to seeing you guys. Bye for now!” With that, you followed the stage manager inside.

Hours later, people poured in to see you. You peeked from backstage. People were even standing in the back! It was overflowing! It was unbelievable.

You spotted the four friends you’ve made in the front row, chattering excitedly. You grinned. You couldn’t believe they were such big fans.

“(Y/n), you ready?”

You shook your hand and feet, trying to get the jitters out of you. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The host announced your name. You ran on stage. The crowd went wild. People were cheering, stomping, shouting. It was amazing. It was the best thing you’ve ever heard. It was your own applause.

You sat down and gazed at the crowd. “That was the coolest thing I have ever done, heard. Just… wow!”

The crowd laughed. You did, too.

The workshop went really well. You got asked questions of all the sorts from camera angles to favorite pokemon.

Finally, the host announced, “Alright, everyone. Unfortunately, that is all the time we have for these wonderful gamers here.”

“Aw!” went the crowd. Some people even screamed, “Boo!”

You laughed. “Guys, it’s ok. I’ll still be around. If you can find me.” You shrugged. The gamers next to you made similar comments and everyone laughed. You and they thanked the host and ran off stage, smiling and waving to your fans.

You spent the next hour walking around the creator events, learning more about becoming a famous vlogger.


You gasped. You looked around. Thankfully, no one heard someone shout your name. You sighed in relief and looked for the source of that voice.

Barry sheepishly waved at you, mouthing, “Sorry.”

You laughed and walked over to him.

“So sorry about that. I completely forgot.”

You smiled. “Don’t apologize. It’s perfectly fine.”

Barry laughed a little, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh! I got you something.”

“Something for me? Barry, you don’t have to.”

“You didn’t have to walk my friends and me to your room.” He fished through his bag. “So, I saw this at a booth, and I knew I had to get it for you.”

You beamed. “You really didn’t have to.”

He shrugged. “I wanted to.” He pulled out a plushie of your favorite Pokemon.

You gasped taking into your arms and hugging it tightly. “Wow! That’s so cool!” You gazed at Barry. “Thank you. I don’t know…” You laughed. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

Barry just smiled and shrugged repeatedly. “I mean… I don’t know.”

Holding the plushie to your chest, you tilted your head. “You know, there’s this great restaurant near here. I looked it up while planning. I could treat you for dinner.” You inhaled deeply. “You know, if you want. If you don’t, you could always suggest something, or just-“

Barry smiled. You babbled, just like he does. He held your shoulders. “Hey, I would like that, but can we change one detail?”

You sputtered, “S-sure. I mean, I wanna do it because of your gift, and to get to know you better, too. So… Wait, what do you wanna change?”

Barry blushed. He pulled away from you and ran a hand through his hair. “I mean… I… well, maybe… if you want, we could make it a date?” The young man shied away from you, terrified of the rejection.

Your lips slowly curled into a smile. “I would like that.”

“Really?” Barry’s eyes widened in surprise.


The two of you smiled at each other.

“Hey!” Fingers snapped in front of you, obstructing Barry from your view. You blinked. Cisco, Caitlin, and Iris were in front of you. Cisco patted Barry on the back, smiling cheekily. “So… (Y/n), like your present?”

“Yeah. I do.” You nodded, squishing the Pokemon plushie. “Actually, Barry and I were going to grab some dinner.”

“Yeah,” Barry agreed. He took a step towards you and faced his friends. “You guys go on without me.”

Caitlin nodded. “Right, we’ll give you guys some privacy.”

“Privacy?” Barry and you asked.

“Right!” Iris agreed. “You two need privacy. We get it.”

Barry blushed. You just stared at the floor with a small grin.

Two years had passed. You were just as famous as you were at your first VidCon, maybe even more. You licked your lips and turned on your video camera. “Hey, everyone. Welcome to my vlog. Today, I have special news. Not only will I be able to go to VidCon, but someone will be with me.” You sighed and smiled sadly. “My boyfriend, Barry, who is not with me now, will be attending, as well. He’s an amazing boyfriend! So generous, handsome, and-“

“There’s more? I don’t deserve such credit.”

Your eyes widened. You beamed, turning around. “Barry,” you sighed. You jumped up from your seat and right into his open arms. You pulled away from him, your arms still around his neck. “You’re here! Why? How? But, Central City?”

Your boyfriend shrugged. “I wanted to see you.”

You smiled. You kissed Barry on the cheek. “Oh! Do you wanna be in my next vlog?”


“Come on!” You pulled Barry to your couch. “So, my boyfriend will be joining me at the workshop at VidCon!” You laughed. “You know, funny story. We actually met at VidCon.”

Barry laughed, covering his face. “That was embarrassing.”

“It was cute.” You kissed him on the cheek, making Barry blush.

Barry turned to you, smiling softly, and he just couldn’t believe how lucky he was. “I love you,” he whispered.

You smiled. “I love you, too,” you gasped. You laughed a little.

He touched his forehead to yours. Your hands found his. The two of you gazed at each other for what seemed like hours.

Your breathing hitched. “Right!” You pulled away from him. “We have an audience.”

“So sorry for all of this, guys,” Barry apologized.

“You don’t have to apologize, Barry. They should expect this.” You looked at the camera. “And yes, my dear viewers, this…” You held up your clutched hands. “This really did all start at VidCon.”

Hey guys! I know, really late post, but my laptop’s been cranky, deleting sooo many versions of this. So, hopefully this is good! Much inspiration comes from my brother, because he loves YouTube, Pokemon, and Star Wars sooo much. 

Anyway, hopefully you all like it, or at the very least, don’t hate it. Love you all! 

Ashton Imagine: You Meet Oli at a Bring Me the Horizon Concert

Author: Rhine


You let the music wash over you, the drums shaking your bones, the bass resonating in your skin. You could feel your ears start to feel numb and your voice start to scratch from all the screaming you’ve done that night, but you’re having too much fun to care. You can feel the sweat on your body clinging onto your shirt, streaming down your face and threading your hair, though in the strobe lights it made you look like you were glowing. 

You feel a familiar set of arms encircle your waist, his own sweat-drenched shirt clinging onto yours, though you weren’t complaining. You turn back to look up at your boyfriend, his skin just as sticky with sweat as when he’s on stage himself; his bandana holding down damp, curly tufts of hair with a smile as bright as the stage lights on his face.

“Having fun, babe?” He shouts into your your ear, but it translates into a soft murmur in your concert-broken eardrums.

“This is the best night ever!” You yell back at him, turning up to look at him, beaming. 

Ashton had just come back from touring, and managed to secure two tickets to the concert of your favourite band - after 5SOS, of course - Bring Me the Horizon. 

You had been looking forward to the concert all week, shaking so much with excitement that you nearly barreled into Ashton when he came to pick you up earlier that night.

Someone’s excited to me, he had grinned, dimples and all.

Yeah, but not as excited to see five other guys tonight, you had teased, winking cheekily at him.

Ashton merely ruffled your hair and put his hand securely on your waist, guiding you to the concert arena. 

You better not run off to be their groupie after the show, he had growled playfully. Remember, you’re already mine.

You stuck your tongue out at him, too excited to be seeing your favourite band - second favourite band, he’d remind you - too jittery from excitement to pay too much attention to anything else.

And the show was incredible. 

When the boys came onstage, you thought you’d lose your mind. You shrieked and grabbed Ashton’s shirt, jumping up and down while he merely smiled at you, laughing.

When they started playing their songs, you could hardly believe it - seeing them in person, so close to where you were, hearing the songs that you had heard so many times through your speakers or headphones live in person. It was surreal - the way the music weaved through your body and your bones, the bass and words waking something up inside of you that must’ve been asleep all this time.

You felt so alive, seeing the crowd move in all different directions, thousands of pitches of voices singing along to every lyric - being a part of it all. 

You were jumping and screaming, hair flying in all directions as you shouted the lyrics you loved at the top of the lungs. And when you got tired, you rested in Ashton’s arms - sticky skin clinging onto each other, hands wrapped around you like he’d never let go - hearing how his heartbeat matched the rhythm to every single song.

And when the show ended, you were breathless but still running on adrenaline with a camera roll full of blurry pictures and shaking videos of you and Ashton and the band from your seat. 

Slowly, the crowd started to file away, the band having already disappeared backstage after one last song to end the night.

You and Ashton were one of the last ones to leave, the backstage crew already coming out to clean the stage and the seats.

“Ready to go, babe?" 

Ashton smiles brightly at you, dimples showing and eyes glowing from the magic that was the show. His hair is messy, loose curls clinging onto his forehead and shirt glued to his stomach from the sweat - you’re sure you look the same. 

"Yeah - everyone else is already gone." 

You lace your fingers with his, and make your way to the nearest exit.

The two of you are almost out the door when you hear a shuffling from the stage and turn to look back, only to see none other than Oliver Sykes himself - the lead singer of Bring Me the Horizon. The tattoos and messy hair was a dead giveaway. 

He didn’t seem to notice the two of you, but your jaw drops and you tug Ashton back to the stage, despite his feeble protests.

"Why are you pulling me, women - oh.”

The two of you stopped in front of the stage, still unnoticed by Oliver, who seemed to be looking for something.

“Hi, um - Oliver?” You squeaked out, partially from your hoarse voice and partially from your nervousness of seeing the band’s singer just mere meters away from you. You could see every intricate detail of the ink on his skin, clearer than any picture that you’ve seen through the internet. 

He whips around, shocked that the two of you were still there. “Um, hello?”

“I just wanted to say - um, I actually - I just really, er - ” You fumble around with your words, not quite sure what it was you really wanted to say. Frankly, you didn’t plan this far ahead - you saw him there and wanted to say a hello, and then completely blanked out about what would happen next.

You never thought you would get to meet the Oliver Sykes, let alone talk to him.

“What she means to say is that she’s a really big fan of yours and she loves your music.” Ashton covers for you before you end up looking like a loser. “Like, a lot.

You nod enthusiastically at Ashton’s words, smiling at Oliver brightly without trying to shake too much.

“Is that so?” Oliver smiles slightly at you.

“Yeah - I’ve been listening to you guys since the beginning and I’ve loved you guys for so many years. I’ve got practically all your albums and all your songs on my phone.” You manage to squeak out, all your words jumbling out in a rush from your nervousness. 

“You guys are my favourite - ” You start to say before Ashton nudges you painfully in the side, “ - second favourite band.”

You smile brightly at him, casually smacking Ashton on the chest as you do.

“Who’s got your number one spot?” Oliver asks, grinning at the two of you.

“This loser’s band.” You pull at Ashton’s cheek, watching him squirm. “I’m obligated to love them because I love him.”

“That’s how you get the best fans.” Oliver winks at Ashton, and he laughs. 

“I got lucky with this girl.” Ashton grins, rubbing his sore cheek. “I’m Ashton, by the way. From 5 Seconds of Summer.”

He extends a hand and Oliver takes it, shaking it firmly. 

“I knew you looked kind of familiar, kid. Oliver Sykes. You might know me, I just played this awesome show.”

You and Ashton laugh, and you feel Ashton’s hand snake around your waist, his long fingers hooking onto one of your belt loops.

“Oh, trust me, I know. This girl has so many posters and pictures of you that I’m starting to forget that I exist." 

"Ash!” You bump his hip playfully.

“What’s your name, love?” Oliver asks you, his eyes friendly. 

You introduce yourself, and he shakes your hand - you touched his hand! - smiling at you.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you.” He says, his accent sweeping you off your feet. “I’m lucky to know I have such wonderful fans like you.”

You blush tomato red and look at your scuffed shoe, mumbling something incoherent about albums and music.

“Anyways, we’re sorry for bothering you.” Ashton says apologetically.

“Nah, I was just looking for a bracelet I dropped during the show.” Oliver waves his hand nonchalantly. “Must’ve swung off my hand while I was playing or something.”

“We can help you look for it, if you want.” You offer, biting your lip. Truthfully, you weren’t quite ready to leave yet, and you still were still a bit starstruck over seeing Oliver.

“Sure, why not.” Oliver grins. “Come on up - my eyes are getting a bit rusty anyways.”

You and Ashton hop onstage eagerly, waiting for instructions.

“Well, it’s thin and braided and brown - might be a bit hard to find, so don’t be discouraged if you don’t see it.” He explains.

The two of you nod and start looking around - or rather, exploring the stage. You wander to the edges of the stage, peeking backstage to see if you could the rest of the band with no luck. 

While you quietly snooped around creepily, Ashton came up from behind you and squeezed your sides, causing you to jump and yelp, which made Oliver turn around in surprise.

“Ashton!” You whisper-yell, hitting him on the arm as you felt your cheeks heat up. From the corner of your eye, you can see Oliver smile at the two of you before continuing his hunt.

Ashton gives you the puppy dog eyes before laughing. 

“It’s cute how you think others can’t tell that you’re clearly snooping around.” He whispers in your ear, causing the hairs on your neck to stand up.

“I’m not snooping around!”

“Well you aren’t doing a very good job of looking for this bracelet.”

“Shut up, Ashton!”

“If you wanted to collect a piece of his hair I could always pluck one out for you.”

You smack him on the arm again, and he bounds off playfully, giggling to himself.

After a few more moments of looking around, your feet nudges something strange - upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a worn, braided bracelet - just like Oliver had described.

“I think I found it!” You exclaimed excitedly, bounding back to the two boys, who were staring at you.

You held up the thin braid for them to see. “Is this it?”

“Yeah - thank you!” Oliver grins widely, reaching out to take the bracelet from your hands before pausing, his hands stopping in its tracks. 

“You know what, why don’t you keep it?” He says after a moment of consideration. “Think of it as a thank-you gift for being such an amazing fan.”

“Are you serious?” You gape at him, eyes wide. It was clearly no Tiffany bracelet with its worn and frayed edges, but it was a bracelet from Oliver Sykes. That he wore

“Yeah, definitely.” Oliver smiles at you. “Finders keepers, anyways.”

“Whoa, thank you so much!” You beam, and before you can stop yourself, you have your arms swung around his neck, engulfing him in a tight hug. It takes a moment for you to realize your spontaneity - you practically jumped on the poor boy - but you merely grin to yourself when you hear Oliver laugh and feel him hug you back.

“Any more moves like that and I might just lose her for good, man.” Ashton sighs loudly, shaking his head as some loose curls bounce around his head.

“Don’t worry - if she runs off, I’ll have her delivered to you, free of shipping charges.” He jokes as you punch Ashton lightly in the arm, giving him a quick peck on his cheek to rid his face of his childish pout.

“Um.. one more thing?” You ask timidly before you and Ashton turn to leave, bouncing on your heels nervously. “Can I have your autograph?”


You and Ashton finally left the arena a full hour after the show ended, a new bounce in your steps, Oliver’s bracelet tied securely on your wrist, a dozen photos of you and Olver and Ashton on your phone, a CD signed with a cute memo - for the sweetest fan I’ll ever meet and her curly boyfriend whom she should not forget because he’s alright too - and the brightest beam on your face.

“Looks like you got the most out of that concert, didn’t you?” Ashton eyes your gleeful steps and permanent smile etched on your face.

“It was the best nice ever!” You enthused, practically dancing on the streetlights that you passed by. “We jammed out and met Oli and I got a bracelet and an autograph and a bunch of pictures and oh my god, is this all a dream?”

“You’re cute when you fangirl.” Ashton laughs at your loopy form, the dim streetlamps weaving strands of light in your hair that matched the sun in your smile.

“What, you aren’t jealous that I’m fangirling over a band member that isn’t you?” You teased, jumping off the streetlamp and staring at Ashton, a smirk on your lips. 

“No, because I can give you something better.” He grins, something mischievous in his eyes. 

“And what’s that?” You tease.

“This.” Ashton presses his lips to yours, his hands gently cupping your face. You feel yourself lean back a little at his sudden movement, but he stables you with his sturdy hands, and you can feel him smiling in your kiss.

When he pulls away, you’re left dazed and breathless, running on more adrenaline than you were before. His hazel eyes are so close you can almost see the flecks of gold from the streetlamp shining into them, a hint of childish mischief in them.

“I can also give you some excellent post-concert waffles, if that counts for anything.” He whispers, voice breathy.

“You had me at waffles.” You murmur, still dazed. “You sure know the way to my heart, Irwin.”

“Like no other man.”

“Shut up and give me some waffles.”

He laughs and throws you over his shoulder despite your shrieks, his laughter mixing with yours as he runs to the nearest all-day breakfast store for a midnight snack. 

Needless to say, it was one of the best days you’ve every had.


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