Being Happy Lowman’s girlfriend was probably the hardest job in SAMCRO - greatest risk, littlest reward - but you cherished that mean old fool with every ounce of your being.
Your story was almost a fairytale, if Prince Charming had a snake tattoo on his head and kept his body count tatted on him as a reminder of how deadly he was, rode a Harley, was in an MC, rarely smiled, and fucked much harder than ever necessary.
Technically you guessed the similarities ended with him rescuing you. He had done so from a would-be rapist and brought you to the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse until he could ‘handle’ the problem. The night he saved you was the same night you learned about his tattoos and what they meant.
When he took you to his room at the club, innocently enough just to show you where you could sleep for the night, your gratitude had been shown in the form of a kiss, which turned into a grope, which turned into sex.
It had been 4 months since he found out you had nowhere to go and offered you a place in his home. Although nobody around his MC seemed to believe it was possible for anyone to be in a relationship with Happy Lowman, the two of you made it work and somewhere along the way you had fallen secretly in love with the man people referred to as The Tacoma Killer.
You woke up like any other morning, without Happy beside you because he was already up for the day, and probably had been for hours. You walked into the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee before realizing that Happy’s wallet and keys were still on the table. Peeking out the into the garage, you found your lover sitting in the middle of the garage, his back to you, the reaper on his vest staring into your eyes while it’s wearer was tinkering with his bike. He must’ve been messing with the brakes from what you could tell. You stepped out onto the cold concrete floor, barefooted and still wearing your pajama shorts and tank top that you had slept in last night.
“Good morning handsome,” you cooed and Happy looked over his shoulder at you and grunted his good morning to you.
“Want some more coffee? Anything to eat?” you asked as his hands worked meticulously on the front wheel of his bike.
“I’m fine babe,” he rasped, not looking up from his job.
“Oh… Okay…” you spoke with mild defeat in your voice. You had wished for a little more attention from your old man than you were getting, “Well I’ll leave you alone then,” you sighed turning to walk back into the kitchen.
“Hey,” his voice called and you froze, your hand on the doorknob and your back to him.
“Come here,” he demanded and you obliged, turning around and stepping to his now standing frame which was facing you. He lifted a hand to your chin, lifting your face so he could lean down and press a kiss into your lips.
“I gotta make a trip up to Tacoma today,” he spoke once he pulled away from you, “I’m leaving soon. Be back in a couple days.”
Since Happy had ties in Tacoma, he was always Clay’s first choice to send North when he needed something done. You hated being left behind, but since you were an old lady you weren’t involved in club business much, and it wasn’t allowed for you to tag along.
“I’ll miss you,” you gave him a half smile, looking up into his deep brown eyes, so dark you couldn’t see his pupils without focusing.
The shadow of a smile ghosted across his face as he leaned back into you, his lips landing on yours again as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Happy wasn’t the sweetest or most romantic in the world but he was definitely the best kisser in the world, you would bet anything on that.
He picked you up, turning around and placing you on the seat of his bike, sideways so your legs both hung off the left side, as he settled between them. He placed his palms on the gas tank and fender as he moved his lips to your neck and you held his shoulders to steady yourself.
He moved his hands to tug at the hem of your tank top, sliding it up over your head to expose your bare breasts which he quickly attended to with his mouth. You moaned at the stimulation and he tugged your bottoms off as you pulled at his belt, unbuckling it and letting his jeans drop to the floor. He stood straight, looking down at you as he stepped out of his jeans completely, pulling them over his boots and tossing them aside before reaching to take off his kutte and the grey shirt underneath.
“No!” you whined and he looked down at you with a frown, “Leave the kutte on,” you sucked in your bottom lip and bit it with a shy grin, something that drove Happy wild as he growled, leaving his kutte on and dropping to his knees in front of you, spreading your legs.
You moaned and tossed your head back when his tongue met your core, licking long flat-tongued stripes through your folds as his fingers kept your legs open and dug into your thighs. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, flicking his tongue against it from inside his mouth and pushing a finger inside you, eating you out until you came hard and fast, grabbing his head and pulling it into your core as your body shook.
Happy pulled his face back and spit, his saliva dripping down you as he stood and pulled his dick from his boxers, returning to his position between your legs and grabbing the back of your neck to hold you forward. As he was staring in your eyes, he ran the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading the mixture of your juices and his spit at your entrance. He lined himself up and pushed inside you with a groan which was matched by your sharp intake of breath as he stretched you open.
You reached your hand up to hold onto his wrist that was holding onto your neck for support and you caught a flicker of his devilish grin right before you closed your eyes. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you had sex, him entering you and filling you completely was a feeling you would always enjoy. He began to stroke into you as his free hand secured itself to your hip, gripping tighter as he thrusted into you with urgency and your hand left his wrist to grip the handlebar of his bike.
You used your other hand to hook a finger in the collar of his shirt and pull him down to you. Biting his bottom lip gently, his panting breaths danced across your face and he kissed you again, his hand on your neck sliding down and wrapping around your back as he leaned down to bury his face in your neck and pound into you as roughly as always.
You remembered how some of the croweaters had complained in the past, before you became his girl of course, about how sore they would be after a night with him…as if it was an inconvenience.
You, on the other hand, loved it, the way he made you feel as his dick punched into you, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed until he found them.
You attached your lips to his ear, biting and licking as he held onto you tightly and moved in and out of you. His breathing was getting more ragged with each thrust and you knew he would reach his orgasm soon so you whispered and moaned into his ear a series of compliments, “Oh baby you make me feel so good.”
“I love this dick so much Hap.”
“You’re so fucking sexy when you fuck me,” until he reached up and grabbed you by the hair, pulling out of you and pushing your face to his dick as he huffed and you wrapped your lips around his shaft, sucking him in and out until you felt him brace himself against the tank of his bike and his release found him, his cock throbbing and shooting his cum onto your tongue as he watched you swallow it all and suck him off some more for good measure.
“God damn,” he sighed as you finally released his member and stood up to face him, wiping your mouth with your hand as you grinned up at him. He pulled his boxers back up and kissed your forehead, reaching down to grab his jeans as you grabbed your pajamas and slipped them back on.
“I’m gonna miss you too, you know,” his voice was still deep and growling, but there was a hint of softness in his tone that made you look back up at him to catch a smile on his face. He didn’t smile often, so when he did it sent tingles up your spine.
You threw yourself into his arms again and buried your face in his chest as you giggled, and he held you closely.
“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered and your eyes shot open with surprise, he had never said that before.
“I love you too Happy,” you squeaked as the excitement of your first ‘I love yous’ overcame your emotions and he placed a kiss into the top of you head, swaying you back and forth in the garage beside the blacked out Harley the two of you had just defiled.
A/N: This was requested by three different people (all anon). I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
For the past week you had been incredibly stressed. You never gave yourself time to relax. There was no time to relax, or so you thought. Realistically, there was time to relax, but you never did. You wanted to keep going. You were afraid that if you slowed down your thoughts and feelings would catch up to you. The thoughts that stopped you for a whole week only two months ago. It was as if your whole world as going to crash down around you once again.
Sam was always there by your side through it all. He never failed to see the signs that things were getting bad again. Sam saw the way you blocked them out. Sam noticed how you didn’t sleep at night. He could see that it was only a matter of time before you would snap.
Unfortunately, that day happened to be today. After the three of you returned to the bunker, you went straight to your room. Sam and Dean watched you with concerned eyes. Dean thought it was best to let you work it out yourself, but that’s not how Sam felt. Sam kept a reasonable distance behind you as you walked to your room. Sam could hear your sniffles as they echoed off of the hallway walls.
You’d promised to spend the evening with Newt, but somehow or another, you’d lost track of the time. It was almost midnight when you came stumbling into the Hufflepuff common room, feeling absolutely exhausted. You rubbed your eyes groggily and re-focused on your surroundings. The room was large and circular, beautiful green plants hung from the ceiling, thick carpets coated the floor, a wispy fire crackled warmly, and only one of the overstuffed yellow couches was occupied. The entire room was empty, give or take a singing plant, and a half eaten plate of chocolate chip cookies lay atop a barrel table in front of the sofa Newt lay on. You tiptoed over, dropping your bag down and sinking onto the sofa beside a restless Newt, who was curled on his side and deep in sleep.
“Damnit,” you whispered sadly to yourself, feeling ashamed for keeping Newt up. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”
You brought your hand gently up to push Newt’s reddish-honey hair from his closed eyes. The light of the fire nearby sent shadows across his perfectly slender and smooth features, causing your heart to race. His long eyelashes drooped over his freckle kissed skin, his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, and his full lips hung partly open. You smiled a little, and tucked the last strand of his hair affectionately back into place. Not a moment later, two glimmering blue eyes blinked up at you, startling you momentarily.
“Hello,” Newt smiled feebly.
“Oh-I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you!” you exclaimed softly.
“It’s alright, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he murmured, his eyes on yours.
“Newt, I’m sorry about running late, I had to stay and tend to Professor Sprout’s plants after lessons, and then I went up to the library to catch up on my potions paper, and well, I just lost track of time,” you fumbled.
“Shh,” Newt shook his head, pulling up from his position to sit upright, “I understand completely.”
You gave a sad smile, gazing into Newt’s bright orbs, “you know more than anything, I just wanted to see you.”
Newt’s cheeks flushed warmly, “a-and I, you”
The poor thing, you felt as if he was so misunderstood. Even Hufflepuffs, the most friendly of all people, would wrongly judge Newt. During classes, some students would call him ‘beast boy,’ and it troubled him more than he’d like to admit. He didn’t want you to be seen with him during classes because he was so afraid you’d be teased for being seen with him. You were good at ignoring the taunts that came with hanging around Newt, but it was much easier to be with him in the safety of the common room. In a way, though, it made Newt feel like your own secret treasure.
“S-so, how was the extra Herbology?” Newt cleared his throat.
“Good,” you piped up positively. “we helped wrap up the plants to keep them toasty in this freezing weather.”
Newt just now looked over you, his eyes widening with realization, “and you’re still in robes, after such a long day?!”
It was winter time now, and even through the common room windows, you could make out the layers of glittering white snow that coated the lawns at Hogwarts. Millions of tiny snowflakes sprinkled from the clouds like shimmering fairy dust all day round.
“Oh,” you shrugged, “I didn’t really think about changing.”
“You must be exhausted from wearing that uniform all day, so here,” Newt said, stripping off his fluffy knitted Hufflepuff sweater. He wore a black and yellow top underneath, which clung snugly to the ripples of his chest.
“Thanks,” you smiled gratefully. You loved wearing Newt’s clothes, they were always so cozy, and smelled wonderfully of him. You began taking off your clothes right then and there, but Newt turned beet red and raised his hands to his eyes to give you privacy. You sighed in content as you replaced your tight collared shirt for Newt’s comfy sweater, which was too big for you, but you loved nonetheless. You pulled out your tight hair elastic, letting your hair spill freely down. Feeling a thousand times better, you sunk down into the weathered couch and curled to your side, resting your head in Newt’s lap. Newt blinked his blue eyes open in surprise, but didn’t speak as he began combing his fingertips gently through your hair. You closed your eyes in content, the feeling of Newt’s touch sending little electrical currents through your body.
“Thank you for everything you do for me,” you murmured into Newt’s lap.
“I would do anything f-for you, love,” he said, his lips twitching upwards.
Every time he called you that, you had a tiny internal freakout.
You smiled and breathed in Newt’s current aroma; cinnamon spice, snowfall, and the crackling log fire.
You felt Newt’s fingers tremble slightly, his breath coming short all of a sudden.
“You okay?” you asked, rolling on your back to stare up at Newt.
He looked down at you lovingly, his lips quivering, “I just feel that you n-need to know that you look…b-beautiful. S-so, it’s hard for me to focus when I look at you.”
You felt your heart practically melt right then and there.
“You’re a sweetheart,” you said, sitting back up and turning to face Newt.
“J-Just being honest,” he stuttered softly, his eyes falling down to the couch.
“You didn’t have to wait for me,” you stated suddenly. “Everyone else is in bed, and we’re the only two here… so, why wait?”
Newt’s eyes fell to the checkered quilt that covered his legs, his cheeks warming subtly.
“I wanted to be with you,” he said simply, avoiding eye contact.
“You didn’t have to though, Newt. I mean, I love seeing you, but we do have classes together too, and I don’t want you to stay up late for… well, me.”
Newt’s eyes darted back up to yours, “you know I’d do anything for you.”
Your heartbeat faltered, your thoughts freezing over momentarily.
“And also,” Newt sighed, “it’s easier to be with you now, when nobody is around to tease you for being with me,” he admitted.
“Awh, Newt,” you whispered sadly. “I’m sorry some people can’t see what I see in you. You’re the most loyal, brave, kind, empathetic, smart, and handsome boy I know,” you smiled, your hand coming up to rest on Newt’s cheek.
You felt his skin warm under your touch, Newt getting fidgety from the contact. “I’m n-not deserving of you, (Y/N). I thank the sun and the stars that I was lucky enough to find you.”
“Well I hope you like having me around, cause’ I’m never leaving,” you giggled, bending forward to rest your forehead against Newt’s.
This was probably the closest you’d ever been to Newt, and staring into his eyes now, you realized how close his lips were to yours, and how much you yearned to taste them. Newt froze, his breath hitched, his eyes unable to move from yours.
“You know,” you whispered, “there is one plus side to me coming back so late.”
You’d said it without thinking, but before Newt could respond, you linked your arms around his neck and dove gently in for a peck on the lips. For a second Newt tensed, but then he quickly let his body relax, his lips responding instantly to yours. His mouth was heavenly, and even in the brief second where you got a taste, you had to restrain yourself from indulging in more. Newt’s lips molded perfectly into yours, like two soft and full puzzle pieces, but a moment later, they were gone, and his forehead was back against yours.
“Wow,” Newt breathed softly, his eyes fluttering open.
“Sorry if that was too straightforward,” you laughed softly. “I’ve k-kind of wanted to kiss you for a long time.”
Newt’s hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his twinkling eyes drinking in all of your features.
“Kind of?” he giggled with a raise of his brow.
“Okay, more than kind of,” you blushed.
Newt pushed gently closer against you, his breath cool over your features, his eyes darting to your lips. “Well, I kind of want you to do it again.”
You simply watched as Sam flipped through the books, trying his hardest to find what you needed.
“I…I don’t see anything”, he mumbled, not making eye contact with you for even a second.
You smirked, pushing yourself off the pillar and walking closer to him.
“Well, I think you need to try harder, sweetie”, you purred into his ears, licking the lobe softly as Sam shuddered.
“You know, if you find me what I need…I’ll give you the best reward you could think of…” you whispered, sitting down in his lap and grinding down on his half hard cock, feeling it growing stiffer beneath you.
Sam looked up at you, licking his lips, before the door swung open.
“What the hell are you doing? I told you, make him work. Not sit on him”.
You rolled your eyes at Lucifer, knowing he was overreacting.
“He’ll find it. Right, cutie?”
Sam nodded, completely entranced by you.
Lucifer watched as the Winchester’s eyes raked over your body, not liking the way his unworthy thoughts were growing more and more filthier.
The devil snatched your hand and pulled you closer to him, lips attaching onto your as he pressed a possessive kiss onto you.
You melted into it, kissing back as tongues and teeth clashed against each other.
You pulled back, panting lightly.
“Now…remember that your ass belongs to me and me only. Do your job now. Get this stupid cow to focus!” he yelled, pointing at Sam’s dumbfounded face.
“Yes, my lord”, you teased, smacking Lucifer’s ass as he walked away.
Once the door shut, you turned back to Sam and smirked.
“Sorry, cutie. Your ok looking, but my devil’s better. Now…find what I need, or mommy dearest gets it”.
Snapping your fingers, Mary showed up on a chair, tied and bloody, hair pulled out, bones broken as she sobbed.
summary: you’re in love with Pan and try to hint it to him, but he can’t seem to pick up what you’re putting down.
requested: yes (sorry it took so long)
warnings: Kinda OOC pan at the end. I tried to make it cute🙈
Pan looked at you with confusion, brows furrowed as he pulled his lips away from his pipe. The lost boys were cheering and moving around the grand fire set up in the center of camp. You, however, were sitting down on the log looking at your untouched food.
Was being in love always this sickening? Your mind couldn’t think of anything, let alone anyone else, other than Pan. What was there to like about him anyways? He was selfish, arrogant, rude, and cocky. The way he looked at you when you two sparred, his green eyes dancing with mischief. It made you want to pull out your hair. And that dumb outfit he wore?!The way it seemed to bring out every curve and crevice of his figure yet leave it to your imagination at the same time. It was as if he tried to taunt you. He could wear dumb green tights and you’d still find him attractive. And when he spoke to you, it always felt like you two were the only ones there. His voice could hypnotize you. You loved and hated him at the same time.
That’s why you just avoided him altogether.
He would speak to you, but you’d turn the other way. You didn’t even show up for sparring practice. Much to your dismay and happiness, Pan noticed and he didn’t like it.
You’re eyes peeked up, looking at Pan through the flames who smirked at you. Your face heated up, and unfortunately, your blush wasn’t as cute and subtle as you would have hoped. Your ears and cheeks turned bright red. Not a small one, but the kind that came across your entire face. The kind you couldn’t hide. Pan couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He found it adorable.
Pan stood up, sauntering towards you. With a shriek, you scrambled off your log and quickly made your way to the forest, acting as if you had important business to deal with like patrolling. The golden light of the fire disappeared, the hollers of the boys becoming non-existent. With a sigh, you leaned against the tree and shut your eyes. Even with this much distance between you and Pan, your heart continued to beat out of your chest, cheeks still flushed at the thought of him. This is so embarrassing.
“Why are you hiding out here?” A familiar accent whispered in your ear, giving you shivers. You jumped, backing away from the tree and looking at Pan who grinned at you. “The fun is back at camp, or perhaps my room. Whichever you’re in the mood for, Love,” He snickered. Although, you couldn’t help but look down at the ground as soon as your face began to heat up again.
“Don’t say stuff like that, Pan,” You told him, which made him confused. He always said stuff like this around you, and every time he would get punched or at least a witty remark back.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asked, brows furrowed as he stepped towards you. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Darling,” Pan grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. You stood frozen, looking up at his green eyes that were illuminated by the pale moonlight that peeked through the canopy.
“I haven’t been trying to avoid you!” You objected, only met with unbelieving eyes as he raised his brow at you. “I…maybe I have,” A sigh escaped your lips, quickly avoiding his gaze. He was onto you. This was his island and he knew every little thing that went on. You figured it would be best if he found out your feelings on your own terms. At least he wouldn’t hold it over you for all of eternity. “It’s because I think I love someone, Pan,” You confessed.
His eyes widened, taking a step back. His heart sunk at the words. Although, he wasn’t quite sure why he felt such dread at the sentence. Whoever the boy was, he was ready to tear them apart. None of these lost boys were worthy enough for you.
“Who?” Was all he could muster out. “Is it Devon? You’re always talking to—”
“Devon?! No! I couldn’t…” You stammered. Perhaps you weren’t clear enough? Maybe this is his way of letting you down easy, by pretending he didn’t know. “I’m always hanging out with him,” You hinted, raising your brows in anticipation.
“Is it Felix?! My first mate?!” Pan sounded surprised.
“W-What?! No it’s not Felix. He has light brown hair with deep green eyes,” This didn’t seem to be going anywhere.
“John?” Pan responded
“I’m always training with him,” You sighed. Was he this oblivious?
“Barry?” You’ve only ever trained with him once. How Pan came to that conclusion, you’ll never know.
“He’s always wearing green, you know,” You suggested, stepping closer to him. He still had this confused look on his features, like a puppy seeing itself in a mirror for the first time. “He’s called the king of Neverland. Maybe you know him? He goes by the name Peter Pan,” You laughed, punching his shoulder as you took a step back. His ears turned red, realizing how idiotic he must have looked for not guessing correctly the first time.
“Are you saying that…you love me?” He said, but it almost sounded like he was mocking you. But his body leaned in, calloused hands running down your arms and holding your hands.
“I…” You stammered. Hearing it come out of his mouth sent shivers down your spine.
“Tell me you love me,” He murmured, snaking a hand towards the small of your back and pulling you against him. His other hand cupped your cheek, making you stare into his eyes. They were usually a dark green: intimidating and daunting. But in the moonlight, they were soft and vibrant. They looked at you in a way you’ve never seen before. “Tell me so I know it’s true,” Pan breathed. You’ve never seen him like this.
He was vulnerable. Just as much as you were. Not only that, but he was desperate as well. You could hear it in his tone, all the hope he put behind his words. He wanted to hear you say it.
“I love you, Peter,” you breathed. A smirk spread across his lips, dipping his head down to meet your lips with a hungry kiss, like it was the last one you’d ever share. Fortunately, it was the first kiss of many more to come.
I’m so glad I’ve added more Thor work to my repertoire. He’s such a big ball of adorable and needed more of my attention. For… science. Science, yeah. So thank you, @crazyfangirl345, for your scientific contributions. Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt: Could you do a Thor x reader where he loves the taste of your lip gloss and wants to kiss you a lot and the Avengers tease him. Thanks!
“The Smile On Your Face”
You peered at yourself in the mirror and adjusted the collar
of your shirt.
“It’s just dinner, babe. You’ll be fine.”
“Dinner with one of one of your biggest investors, Stark.” You sighed in
response, standing up straight and dusting off your blazer. “And if you call me
‘babe’ one more time, boss, I’ll break your fingers.”
“Alright. How’s sweetheart?” He sung, standing behind you
and folding his arms.
“It’s almost like you want me to hurt you.”
I want to thank everyone who entered in my tumblr awards!! I honestly hadn’t expected so many people to enter! after days of wanting to pull my hair out because all the blogs were so beautiful and I couldn’t narrow down the list, I finally did it! but instead of choosing one winner and two runner ups per category, I changed it to one winner and four runner ups. under the cut, the winner is mentioned first, followed by the runner ups in no order!
I did this on a day when my website was down - plug time, MistyMacBookstore.com! I had a fit, pulling out my hair, running around. So I distracted myself by taking some photos.
I was trying to copy the Simpsons.
But of course, I couldn’t put my announcement on my website because the website was down. Oh well, it distracted me, and by the time I was finished fooling around, my website was back up.
Is it angst, or is it mystery? Who knows! I left the ending for this quite open. You can interpret it how you want. I just wanted to depict Clint’s loyalty, even to those he doesn’t quite get on with [yet], much like with Pietro. Thank you to @cosmichorse95 for this request. I perhaps took the title of Unsteady too literally but screw it, I’m rubbish at Song!Fics. I hope you all like it!
Can you do a loki or thor or hawkeye x reader based on “Unsteady” by X-Ambassadors? Oh a d I loved Fairytale! Not that it’s much of a shock, I love all your fics :D
“We got a tip,” Nat said, waving the file in front of
Clint’s face. He grunted, and paused his video game. He was already perfect at
it anyway. Nat liked to joke that it was because he spent all day on it, every
day. He called it training.
“A building on Main Street. Potentially got our guy.”
“I appreciate your attitude but we can’t just go busting in a building on a tip,” Clint smirked, resuming his game.
Nat pushed his feet off of the coffee table, and lowered
herself onto it, purposefully blocking his view of the television. It was the
only reason he came to Stark tower anymore.
“I know that, genius,” She smirked, watching him roll his
eyes before pausing his game again, “but I’ve got a plan.”
Nat kicked his shin.
“Are you in or would you rather fight zombies?”
“They’re clickers actually.”
“Whatever. They creep me out.”
“And you creep me out. What else is new?”
“Guess I’ll just take the new girl then,” Nat sighed,
standing up. Now Clint turned off the Xbox completely.
“What do you mean? What new girl?”
Secret Letters to My Heart (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)
Word Count: 3,867
Disclaimer: modern, You are the musician, Alexander is the fan
Racing through the heated lot, your friend finds the booth for the both of you to pick up your backstage passes for the huge concert venue you just arrived to. You were planning for this day since for months even before you knew you were going. You were lucky that your best friend and your band’s manager, Angelica Schuyler, landed you a place on the tour. Putting the lanyard around your neck, you stare at your friend in awe and pure happiness. “Angelica! You’re the best! Thank you so so so much!” A smile breaks out on her face, embracing you while gazing over the lot with the five stages, trying to find the van with our merchandise and instruments. Breaking the hug, you check the messages on your phone. As you pressed the button to wake up your screen, a message from your only band mate, Lafayette, and the merchandise tent worker. Reading his text, you respond with a simple okay as Lafayette says that the drummer who Angelica hired was helping set up the tent and unload the van. He also told you what stage you were going to be performing on. Grabbing Angelica’s hand, you drag her throughout the lot to see the other bands who were going to perform. Spotting familiar band names or company merchandise tents, you loop your way back to the area where Lafayette was putting up the tent with the band logo on the top. Waving at the three people working, you skip to where your friend was and leaned your arm on his shoulder which caused him to slink under the small amount of pressure in a dramatic fashion. “Laffy Taffy, how have you been buddy?” you ask jokingly while looking towards the morning sky. “Well (Y/N), you petite asshole, I am peachy keen.” Lafayette’s french accent was thick as he lazily scrolled through his phone, finding and liking the posts from fans who wee excited to see you perform. “We have two hours until the venue opens up the doors. Let’s finish setting up the merchandise and find out our set time.” Angelica ordered as the group complied. Finding a worker, you get a sign with the time of the set. Handing it to Angelica, she looks over it then hangs it up. “You guys go on at five pm sharp. Be back here at 4:45 to help set up your instruments and warm up.” We all took a mental note as you go back to pinning up shirts and the correct prices. The set up was finished but then you remembered that the instruments had to be backstage. Sighing, you open up the back of the truck and start to unload. After an hour and a half of setting up the needed instruments backstage, you dab sweat off your skin with a wet rag. Lafayette casually strolled over to you and pulled out his phone again. He took a photo of you, making you roll your eyes at his action. Going over to you, he leans next to you having a crate support his weight. “You know,” Lafayette spoke to you happily, “John, Herc, and Alexander are coming today! I promise Alexander won’t be pissed off as much as he is when we are all around.” He jokes, singing Alexander’s name while wagging a thick eyebrow at you. “He only gets pissed when the three of you find the liquid courage and chug it down then flirt mindlessly with me.” Rolling your eyes, you think back to when the whole group hung out at a bar in the city and within the first hour or so Alexander was pouting, clearly pissed, and John, along with Lafayette, start to flirt with you. Always ignoring the comments, you have become more concerned for the short tempered, curly haired man who was sulking which was out of character for him. However, if it was just the two of you together Alexander would have long debates that would last hours. Sighing, you pop out of the memories. Fans start to slowly pour in the lot filled with band and company tents who are on the tour or sponsor the tour. “(Y/N)!” Three male voices call out. Looking ahead, you see three figures that you’ve been so comfortable with come rush over to you. Running in their way, Lafayette intercepts the hug and smirks. The three of the guys roll their eyes and break out of their French friend’s grip then run up to you. “Alexander! John! Herc!” You laugh happily as you finally embrace them one at a time. While John and Herc quickly parted, Alexander’s hug was long and even lingered after we part. Grinning at you like a goof, John perks his eyebrow which signified that it was time for your secret handshake. “Up, up, down, side, slllllide, turn, twist, jump over, duck under, up slap, center slap, bottom double slap, bird, double center slap, hook arms around the neck, lean, chill, and SNAP!” The two of you chant while going over the motion. The words quickly spill out from your mouth as you finish the signifying handshake from when the both of you were children finishes within thirty seconds. People surrounded the two of you, gazing in a mesmerized way. “Record timing!” Alexander high fives the both of you and winks at you. Meanwhile, Lafayette notices a small box in Alexander’s drawstring bag. Poking it, the cocky Frenchman smirks which caused the shorter man of the group to squirm. “Mon amie, what’s in that box? Actually, who’s it for? Is it for moi?” He asks his loud-mouthed friend who was becoming an angry, flustered mess as his comrade mercilessly interrogates him. Rubbing the back of his neck, Alexander looks over to Hercules, his big brown eyes begging for help. Chortling a loud, hearty laugh, Hercules rubs Alexander’s head which pulled hair out of his perfectly maintained man bun. “It’s nothing of your concern guys. It’s just a gift for a band member I like.” Alexander confesses, making everyone in the group to ‘ooh’ flirtatiously except for you. It made you upset to think of Alexander crushing on anyone else though you don’t know if he likes you like you do. You couldn’t deny that over the few years he has been with the group, you have fallen for him.