An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage
Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson
Characters: Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham
Additional Tags: Smut, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Drug Use, Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, First Kiss, First Time, eddie and chrissy are two perv (in a good way lol), they are addicted to each other, Inspired by a Hozier Song, jesus i love hozier, Eddissy, Sexual Tension, Light Dom/sub
Summary:
Eddie isn't kidding when he says he'd make a deal with the devil if it meant having her fingers wrapped in his hair while he gets lost between her thighs.
seriously I don't really care which is your ship, it's a fiction for us to have fun!! (and i'm definitely on team eddie has two hands!!! steddie or eddissy? bitch I don't care the 3 are hot!)
but some chrissy x eddie antis are really untoward as fuck, y'all trivialize serious things like ped0philia just to attack people who ship a "couple" of teens that must have like a age difference of 2 - 3 years
and even say that some people are homophobic for shipping something, seriously waste your time going after people who put robin in couple with the boys 🤢
okay i love the hc that eddie listen to sabbra cadabra and think of chrissy!!!!! seriously "love that little lady always on my mind, she gives me lovin' every night and day, never gonna leave her" ?????????? this boy would be giggled like an idiot listening to this song thinking about her smile!!!
warnings: alcohol; some dirty talks (no explicit scene); a little bit angst
A/N: hey guys i had this idea and i managed to write really fast so i thought i'd post since it's been a few days since the last one!! I hope y'all like it!! <3 (and only if anyone is in doubt, yes I will post maneskin fics!! sorry for the delay! I'll post soon)
“Wake up, who cares about little boys that talk too much [...] Let me be the one to hold you.”
"Oh my God! Do you want to kill me, Jake?" I am startled when I open the bathroom door and my flatmate appears in front of me.
"Were you planning on living in the bathroom?" he asks leaning one arm on the door.
"And you were counting how many minutes I was in the bathroom?"I cross my arms.
"It's hard not to when you've been waiting more than ten minutes for someone to come out of the bathroom so you can pee." He smiles falsely at me and nudges my waist lightly. "Now get out."
I roll my eyes and sigh as I walk down the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house of some friend of Jake's, who I didn't make a point of asking his name.
The party around me seems more crowded than when I went upstairs to go to the bathroom, it gives me the feeling of suffocation, or maybe it's because I can't look away from the couple on the other side of the room, I can see her fingers running through his long hair as he whispers something in her ear.
"Why do you look like you're about to commit murder?" I bring my hand up to my chest and stifle a scream of surprise.
"Damn, you've got to be kidding me, Jake!" I turn around in time to see Jake hold back a laugh.
"I brought beer!" He holds out a bottle in my direction.
I smile weakly at it. "No, thanks." I can't control my gaze and he turns back to the other side of the room, where Ethan's lips are no longer on the blonde girl's ear.
They are on her mouth.
"Actually, I want." I turn quickly to Jake and take the bottle from his hand.
He looks at me confused but then lets out an anasalated laugh while drinking his own beer.
I try not to look across the room and try to distract myself with something else.
"Why do you still like him?" I raise my head to Jake, confused, and he discreetly points to Ethan.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I giggle and try to sound as sincere as possible.
Jake smiles weakly and looks at you. "When we were sophomores, you cried because he didn't call you to prom."
"Do you remember that?" My surprise makes me give up lying to him.
Jake shakes his head. "And two weeks ago you were freaking out because he followed you on instagram."
"I did not freak out!" I push him lightly with my shoulder.
Jake laughs and runs his hand through his hair. "But that's okay, I don't think he can be any worse than Brian."
When you hear the name of your first college boyfriend, for the first time in the night you push Ethan out of your thoughts. "Do you remember Brian? We only dated for two weeks!" I look at Jake in disbelief.
"Yeah, and you smeared two of my shirts with mascara from crying so much."
I look away from him, embarrassed about my own love life.
"They're coming here."
I look at Jake in confusion, for just a second, as I quickly notice Ethan and the girl coming toward the staircase, which Jake and I are leaning against. The stairway that leads to dozens of rooms.
I don't know if it's the four beers I've had in the night that make me do this, or the thought of having yet another frustrating relationship, or maybe it's the fucking smell of weed. I'm starting to think it's possible to get high on smell alone.
"Kiss me." I turn to Jake, raising my gaze.
He looks very surprised at the time and I see him swallow dryly as he looks at me. "What?"
"Just go, they're coming." I take a step towards him and Jake finally seems to understand why I am asking this.
I can hear a low "oh shit" against my lips before Jake runs his fingers through my hair and his other hand lightly holds my waist, he is still holding the beer bottle and the icy touch sends shivers through my body.
I hear footsteps behind me and that should be enough to stop me from running my fingers through Jake's torso and moving closer to him, but it's not.
It is Jake who stops the kiss, but he doesn't pull away and his hand remains on my waist while the other goes down my arm. "I think they're gone." He speaks low.
"Yeah, sure." I finally snap out of my trance and manage to pull myself away from Jake and try to ignore how much I miss his fingers on my skin. "Thank you."
Jake gives me a sideways smile and runs his fingers over his mouth, "I'll get you some more booze, do you want some?"
"No, thank you!" I smile at him. "For real now!" I laugh trying to improve the mood.
Jake smiles weakly and turns away heading towards the kitchen.
After a few minutes of trying to socialize with some friends, I decide to look Jake up and ask if we were going to leave together.
I think that tonight, I walked more than I have ever walked in my entire life. I went in the kitchen, up the stairs, to the bathrooms, in the front yard and all the way around twice more, but Jake was nowhere to be found and our friends were too drunk to answer my questions.
When Ethan bumps into me on one of my way down the stairs and offers me a ride, I give up looking for Jake.
*******
3 days, 1 week, 2 weeks...
Two weeks that I've barely seen Jake, even though we live in the same apartment.
It's been two weeks since Jake hardly ever sleeps at home, two weeks since Ethan and I have been out every Thursday and Friday, two weeks since my routine has been to go to college, take more baths than necessary and spend more time in my room than is considered healthy, and two weeks since I can't stop thinking about Jake.
And after we bumped into each other in the early morning hours earlier this week while arriving at the apartment at the same time, he coming home from a party and I coming home from a date with Ethan, everything got worse.
Now our good days and good nights are reduced to slight nods.
I lie in bed, frustrated, having cancel my date and thinking about what Jake does and where he goes when he leaves the house. Who he is with.
I finally hear the shower turn off and wait a few minutes to get up the courage to leave the room.
And when I do, it is at the same time that Jake comes out of the bathroom.
The sweatpants leave the bar of his underwear exposed, the towel he was using to dry his hair is thrown over his shoulder, and his long wet hair drips water all over his torso.
"I thought you'd left, sorry." Jake breaks the silence and I look away from his body to his eyes.
I want to tell him that it's okay, that it's his apartment too, and I want to turn around and go back to my room, but the words come out before I can stop them.
"I think we need to talk."
Jake sighs softly and fiddles with the towel nervously.
"I'm going to move."
The words he says float around inside my mind and make no sense for a few seconds.
And suddenly all the guilt hits me, the guilt of asking him to kiss me, I feel guilt for all the times Jake cancelled his plans just so he could hold me in his arms when I would come back to him crying with a broken heart. I feel guilty for every prom he took me to and had to spend the whole night listening to me talk about other boys.
"If you need anything call me, I have to pack a few things." Jake speaks low as he walks past me to go to his room.
And when he closes the door, I realize that I haven't said anything. I haven't done anything.
It's as if my feet have a life of their own and in less than a second I am walking to his room. When I slam the door and lean my body against the wood, Jake looks at me in surprise.
When I look away from him, I see an open suitcase on the bed and his guitars already in their bags.
I go to the end of the bed and bend down to pick up the only guitar that is not already in its case, not knowing what I am doing I go to the wall full of posters so that I can hang the guitar back on its hook, where it should never have left.
Before I can get any closer to the wall, Jake reaches over and holds the guitar tightly, the sudden movement but causing my body to slam into his.
I try to pull the guitar back, like a tantruming child, but Jake grabs my wrist and moves closer to me.
"What are you doing, Y/N?" If we weren't so close, I might not have even been able to hear his low voice.
"You don't have to move, Jake." I pull my face away just enough to look at him. "It's all my fault. I'm sorry." I swallow dryly trying to keep talking. "I messed up."
Jake lets go of my wrist and I let him pick up the guitar, he hesitates but with his free hand he puts a lock of hair behind my ear.
"Do you really think it's your fault?" He asks and his voice becomes calm and low, and my heart squeezes with the longing I feel for him.
I whisper a "yes" as he shakes his head and walks away leaving his guitar leaning against the wall, then he sits on the end of the bed and runs his fingers through his wet hair.
"You just did what I asked." I slowly move closer to him but we still don't touch. "You were only helping me."
Jake lifts his head to face me seriously, his expression is almost one of anger, but his eyes make it clear that this anger is not directed at me.
"You think so?" His hands creep up to his knee and he grabs the fabric of his pants as he lets out a wry laugh. "You think me getting hard with a fucking kiss of less than 15 seconds would be helping you, Y/N?"
I feel my blood rise up my cheeks and try to look away from him, but I can't.
Jake lowers his head and runs his fingers through his hair, but soon he is back to staring at me as he speaks. "Do you think I was helping you when I kissed you while I thought of all the things I wanted to do to you? Do you think that just because you asked me to kiss you I had to go out and fuck the first girl so I wouldn't go begging you to come home with me and we did all the things I've been thinking about for years?"
The words come out of his mouth quickly, for the first time I see Jake not having control of his actions.
I take a deep breath and speak the only sentence I can formulate. "But you don't have to leave."
Jake sighs and lowers his face again and brings one of his hands to his face, sighing once more. "You don't understand." His voice comes out muffled over his hand. "If I stay here one more day without touching you, I will go crazy."
The reaction this has on my body is almost painful, especially when I have to force my legs against each other as a form of relief. I want to scream at him saying that he can touch me. That I wish he would touch me, but I can only whisper.
omgg i opened the form now and DAMN you guys are amazing!!! y'all sent a bunch of cool ideas that i'll love to write.
I really wasn't expecting you guys to send so many requests (I'm not complaining lol) but i'm sorry i'll have to close the requests for a few : ( days cuz there are MANY and I will need a few days to organize and write some of them already, so I don't take so long to post!!
and i also need to post some of the gvf's fics, so when i have already written the greta's and some of the requests, i open the form again, ok???
I'm so sorry and I hope you guys don't get upset. In less than 1 week the form will be back i promise!
Thank you so much for the requests and support! I hope I can repay it all! <3 <3 <3
hey guys so i finally made a form for your requests!! it is more organized and you can tell me exactly what y'all want <3 (if you made a request on my tumblr, rest assured I'll post them too!)
could you do something between the lines of reader being Ethan's s/o but sometimes having a thing with Vic? but, like, not cheating, they all know and are cool with it 💗
Smoke on the room
Ethan x Reader X Vic
A/N: ok so this is my first måneskin fic, i am very new to their fandom but anyway i hope y'all like it! I still don't have a link to the måneskin requests but for now they can send me messages!! <3
"It's not like she's the worst singer in the world, Thomas!" Damiano pulled a cigarette from the wrapper. "Miley is just better."
The cigarette package now passed through everyone's hand, and taking out a cigarette and lighting it - lo seemed to all of us a cooler activity than listening to Thomas and Damiano arguing about Lana Del Rey and Miley Cryus.
"It would be better if you two would shut up." Vic spoke up lighting probably his third cigarette of the night.
The large collection of bracelets on her arm made pleasant noises as she did so, it was the only sound, along with Damiano's voice muttering some swear words, that could be heard inside the tiny booth of a nightclub that was used as a dressing room for the band.
Ethan's fingers traced small involuntary circles on the exposed skin of my arm, and in his other hand he held the cigarette and removed it from his lips, throwing his head back to release the smoke.
"I think I prefer Lana Del Rey too." I spoke as Thomas handed me the lighter and soon after we slapped our hands together in a high five.
"You guys are the worst." Damiano raised his middle finger at us as he stood up and shook his empty beer bottle, "I'm going to get more booze so I can put up with you guys!"
"You saw he took your guitar, right?" Ethan asked Thomas.
"Shit!" In less than 10 seconds the guitarist was on his feet running and screaming trying to find Damiano, probably remembering the time the lead singer hid his guitar after they had argued about which was the best Toy Story movie.
Vic dragged the chair from the small table they were using as a dressing table with an eyeliner in his hand. "Can I?" She asks Ethan as she sits down on the other side of the couch.
"You're going to stick it in my eye anyway, Vic." Ethan smiles taking just one more drag before turning his face to her.
"And you love it!" Victoria laughs as she begins to outline his eyes.
"A little." He laughs for a second before Vic tells him to stand still so she doesn't miss.
I smile at the scene as I settle down on the couch releasing the smoke from my cigarette.
"I'm done!" Vic smiles satisfied as she holds Ethan's face and turns him to me.
"I loved it." I smile at Ethan and he leaves a quick kiss on my lips.
Vic smiles at both of us and stands up going to the dressing table again. "Now you, signora." She jokes letting the little bit of a Danish accent show.
"No, thank you. But I'm not a rock star who is going on stage from here" I stop talking to look at my watch on my wrist and then look back at her and smile. "15 minutes!"
"Come on! It's quick." Vic smiles and slaps the chair in front of her. "And without the cigarette."
I roll my eyes playfully and pass my cigarette to Ethan, who will soon be done with his.
As I sit down in the chair, Vic starts rummaging through one of her purses and turns to Ethan.
"Nude or Red?"
"Hmm, red" He replies throwing what's left of his cigarette into the ashtray.
"It's not the least bit feminist for you to ask a man to choose the color of my lipstick" I speak laughing at her.
"You're too indecisive to choose between two things." She takes the lipstick and winks at me.
I smile as she approaches me.
"Mouth closed, girl!"
There's no controlling some goosebumps I feel when Vic runs her fingers through my hair, holding the back of my neck.
I look at Ethan out of the corner of my eye and see my boyfriend smiling sideways with a cloud of smoke around him.
"You guys want more drink?" He asks getting up from the couch, scooping up some ash that fell into his pants.
"I'll have a beer." Vic speaks stepping back a little to take a quick look at Ethan.
With my lipstick still close to my lips, I reply "Same."
Ethan smiles at us and turns toward the door.
Victoria continues to dab the lipstick on my lips for a few seconds and when she moves a little closer and holds the back of my neck a little tighter I can't resist playing with the gold details on the hem of her shorts.
"Don't unfocus me." She runs her thumb around my lower lip.
"Sorry." I smile lightly against her finger.
When she finishes wiping, she takes a haul of paper to clean her fingertips, but doesn't pull away. Our knees still touch, and if she were to bend down our mouths would do the same.
And she does just that when I look at her again after turning to the mirror on the table.
She holds my chin and looks at my lips.
"Did you like it?"
And when Vic's lips slowly touch mine I can't remember to answer the question.
"Won't that make the lipstick smear?" I whisper against her mouth.
"It dries fast."
I place one of my hands on her waist, playing with her feel and the other goes up to her blonde hair. When our tongues are occupied with each other, all you can taste is beer, nicotine, and the strawberry essence of lipstick.
When Vic makes mention of sitting on my lap, I end our kiss, smiling at her and holding her waist.
"You have five minutes to get on stage, bass player." She looks at me incredulously at first but then laughs and pulls away as little as possible.
"I hate you." She smiles turning to the table to touch up her gloss.
"Damiano! There's no way I can play guitar without the guitar!" Damiano enters the dressing room as Thomas follows him.
Ethan enters right behind holding three bottles of beer, one half full and the other two full.
Vic walks past him and takes one of the bottles, kisses him on the cheek and walks out the dressing room door. "See you on stage, kids!"
Before I can grab the other bottle, which Ethan extends in my direction. Damiano steps in front of me and takes it. "Thanks, honey!" and heads toward the door as well. But he doesn't leave before he yells. "Don't even think about having sex now, Ethan Torchio! We have three minutes."
"Yes! And you still haven't returned my guitar!" Thomas runs after Damiano for the second time in the night.
Ethan laughs with slightly red cheeks and holds out his beer to me. I take a sip and hand it back to him.
He approaches me smiling and runs his finger along the corner of my mouth, "It was a little smudgy." He smirks, losing his shyness from seconds ago.
I slap his arm lightly and kiss him.
Ethan smiles at me and kisses the top of my head before intertwining our hands. "Let's go, babe"
okayyyy now i’m invested. could we have hcs for the greta guys and their respective musical gals?
Dating a musician
A/N: hey besties here's another hcs e another post about the boys and their musical girls!!! I will try to bring more things as soon as possible !!! I hope y'all like it <3
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Josh likes to make it clear that he will always be your biggest fan
Like seriously he always yells when you get on stage or even when you start playing a song in the garage of your house
You are one of the few people Josh actually likes to play drums for
Josh can't resist buying all the percussion instruments for you
You always try to make sure that your band tours at least one show in the same city every month
Does he love to see you play? yes but when he is needy he just hides all his drumsticks so you can pay attention to him
It doesn't last long until he returns them and is begging you to play/sing something together
Josh genuinely thinks you are the most talented drummer he has ever seen.
Jake
When the brand new four-girl band from NY was announced as the opening act for the greta concerts, Jake was really looking forward to meeting the girl who was doing the guitar riffs so remarkable in the songs.
They became good friends.
But while he was watching the show, on the side of the stage, behind a concert box, the girl who played the four strings hypnotized him.
Wearing satin dresses like courtney love in the 90s, with a leather jacket from the 80s with joan jett's name written on the back and moving like a rockstar from the 70s, making janis joplin and stevie nicks proud.
Jake loved this.
It was almost strange how much you were attracted to each other and how natural it was.
One hour you were talking about cream while tuning your instruments a few minutes later Jake had his fingers in your hair while you both were squeezing into a closet in the hallway.
It was not the last time you opened for them and definitely not the last time Jake kissed you
Sam
Sam fell in love with you the moment he saw you singing on that small stage in a bar in Nashville.
The guitar player in your band was an old friend of Sam and Danny's.
You all got drunk very fast and at the end of the night you and Sam were singing Frank Sinata at the karaoke.
It didn't take long for sam to asking to you dating him a few weeks later.
And when he did, he played "your song" on the piano for you.
When he wrote lyrics he always asked you to sing for him.
And he always teased josh saying that it was better with your voice.
Music has always been a hobby for you, you never imagined that your childhood dream of being in a world famous band would come true, but Sam helps you a lot in confidence and optimism about it and now you allow yourself to dream more.
Do you guys still do karaoke sessions.
Danny
You and Greta Van Fleet were signed to the same label.
The two biggest rock stars of the moment, the 70's style band and the blues singer with an incredible skill on the guitar.
Danny doesn't remember the moment he fell in love, maybe he has always been in love with you, since you were introduced to each other.
Your backing band was always changing and when your old drummer decides to leave
Your manager thinks it is a great idea to call Wagner to play drums on your album
Accepting this invitation was the best thing Danny ever did, his words.
After two months of getting to know each other and talking about music
Guys, I had an idea of LongFic / Serie with Jake and I would love for you to participate a little bit in their creation with me! so i made a form if you want to answer some things to help and inspire me so i can bring a fic that y'all like!
I'll leave the link down here! and already thank u <3
A/N: ok i definitely owe y’all an apology lol i didn't post for a long time !! Sorry !! I intend to post at least 1 or 2 content a week again! I already have another one ready to post on friday! I hope you like this one and again sorryyyyyy for the delay
"We want to thank all the peaceful army, for always supporting us and remember that the whole world deserves peace, love and unity!" Josh could feel his hand sweating as he held the gramophone while trying to convince himself that he was nervous about winning his first grammy and not because a certain drummer's gaze was on him.
He could only hear a few things Sam said after he stepped away from the microphone. Josh was too busy looking at the brown haired girl with some tattoos all over her arm who was sitting in the first row.
He felt as if he could spend the whole night looking at her and might stay if Jake didn't nudge him gently to let him know that it was time for them to get off the stage. Josh thought he saw the girl giggle shyly and turn to one of her band mates, who whispered something in her ear.
Even when they were surrounded by journalists and people from the band's staff, he still couldn't get her out of his thoughts for more than a few seconds.
But he did his best to cover it up and assume his responsibility as frontman.
"Guys, that's crazy! Congratulations." The voice of Noah, lead singer of a hard rock band from England and the boys' label mate, was the first thing the four boys heard when they entered the break room reserved for the artists.
"I still think I'm going to pee myself at some point." Sam said as he threw himself down on one of the couches. Danny did the same thing on the couch opposite Sam's.
"It still hasn't sunk in that we won." Jake said as he reached over to the small fridge to grab some beer.
"Do you guys remember last year that Blake almost passed out?" Noah asked pointing to the bass player in his band, making everyone laugh as they remembered when the British band won the award last year.
"Didn't even remember that shit!" Blake replied as he reached out to grab a bottle of beer that Jake had offered him.
The 9 boys spent the next few minutes drinking and listening to Sam and Blake complain about all the pop artists at the awards show.
"Shut up, Blake. Adele is a genius." Josh lightly shoved his friend's shoulder, who had just called Adele boring.
"She definitely is!" Everyone turned toward the door as Nina entered the room.
The lead singer and guitarist of the classic rock band smiled in the direction of Noah, her boyfriend, and sat down next to him.
Blake and Nas, the guitarist, started making disgusting sounds and teasing the couple. Josh even forgot to laugh at his friends' joke as he watched Y/N enter the room, right behind Ashley, the bass player in her band.
The two girls sat in the only empty seat in the room while they gave out "hellos" and "congratulations" to everyone in the room.The only empty seat was the black leather couch facing where Josh, Jake and Blake were sitting.
"Who said Adele wasn't a genius? So I can plan this person's murder." Ashley asked and when everyone pointed their finger at Blake he laughed nervously as he tried to disguise it by saying that's not what he said.
Noah and Nina were still being teased by the rest of the group of friends and Ashley was fighting with Blake, who at this very moment was asking Jake for help explaining the situation, but the long haired guitarist just laughed and looked at Ashley as if she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Josh smiles at the thought, not that she wasn't beautiful, she was, all 3 of them were. But none made him as nervous as the tattooed girl in front of him.
"Hey, can you get that for me please?" Josh turned to Y/N just to make sure she was really talking to him. She smiled shyly at him and pointed to several bottles of water on the counter behind him.
Josh looked away from her and turned to pick up one of the bottles, he smiled as he handed the bottle to her.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome." Josh replied and prayed that no one had seen that they looked at each other longer than necessary.
When Y/N broke eye contact, Josh turned to his twin and noticed that both Jake and the others were getting up, he did the same without knowing why they were doing it.
"So we'll meet you guys there, okay?" Noah said to Jake and then Josh found out that they were talking about the after party and that it was probably about time for them to go.
Josh didn't realize that Sam and Danny had gone in the van along with another the band until Jake yelled "Fucking traitors!" at them as the two younger guys laughed, Josh was always the more outgoing and shameless twin but it was Jake who turned to Y/N and Ashley and asked if they wanted to go along since as well as half their band, their lead singer had also gone with the Brits.
"Sure!" Ashley replied and soon already started chatting with Jake as we all headed toward the parking lot.
Y/N smiled and shook his head in a silent yes.
Josh never thought that all those tattoos and rock n roll attitude hid a shy personality. This thought made him bring his gaze to his arms, noticing one tattoo in particular, near his elbow, two drumsticks with a K.M. underneath.
"Keith Moon?" he asked, Y/N followed Josh's gaze and looked down at his own arm.
Then he turned to him and smiled, "The one and only!"
"He's amazing! When I was learning drums, I think I listened to The Who records 24 hours a day."
"You play drums?" Y/N looked at him surprised.
"Hm, a little, but not as well as him!" Josh laughed. "Definitely not as well as you!"
Y/N smiled and looked away a little as her cheeks flushed. "Thank you"
When all 4 were already inside the van going to one of the dozens of after parties that were called, Josh plugged his cell phone into the van's radio, after a few seconds "The Who Sings My Generation" started playing, he smiles at Y/N, the girl reciprocates and starts laughing at Ashley and Jake who started singing (shouting) "Out in the street"
Josh felt her wriggle uncomfortably in the seat, until Y/N walked over and spoke close to his ear. "Congratulations for the award, I love that album of yours." She increased the distance between them quickly, embarrassed.
"Oh, thank you! I was listening to your album on the way over here." Josh smiled and moved closer to her as he spoke, this made Y/N feel comfortable to come closer to him and start another conversation that was interrupted only to laugh at Jake and Ashley.
When the van stopped in front of the Hotel, where the party was taking place, Jake helped Ashley down from the van and the two of them didn't even realize that Josh and Y/N had fallen behind.
"You know, hm would it be really weird if I asked you out? It doesn't have to be a date you know" Josh moved his hands nervously as he spoke "You know, just a dinner among friends maybe?"
Y/N laughed and even though his cheeks were flushed. "I would love to go on a date with you Josh."
Josh got down from the van and held Y/N's hand so she wouldn't get off balance. They didn't let go of their hands as they walked into the hotel.
Request: “two rockstars meeting in a festival, and both bands hanging out cause they are both friends with the struts, then jake starts falling in love w this person because of their personality, talent and charisma, they start to match in the second day of camping at the festival and then the bands have to play in the same day, jake tells his feeling and the reader doesn’t know how to react.”
A/N: ok i definitely have to start apologizing for the delay!!!! and also saying that this is not the final part because I thought it best to share it because maybe it would be boring to read everything together hahaha. and I SWEAR I’ll try to post the last part (and all other requests lol) as soon as possible!! hope you guys like it
“And you know that usually people knock on the door before they come in, right?” Jake looks at Sam, who responds with a grimace.
“Okay, okay I’m sorry.” He laughs. “But could the couple in love give me the privacy to take a shower, since someone spilled ice cream on me?” He looks at Poppy pretending to be annoyed but she just gives him a smile.
My mind is a mess after what Sam said, first: couple in love? second: him and poppy? and third: wow it’s probably going to be hard to get the huge ice cream stain off Sam’s shirt.
I don’t realize that Jake has gotten up from the couch until he holds out his hand for me to do the same.
I put my hand in his and stand up and feel the effect of the whiskey as the bus turns a little, Jake holds my hand tighter and laughs weakly.
“Bye bye babies!” Sam waves to us as we get off the bus and just when I think Poppy is going to do the same as us, she closes the bus door staying inside.
Jake turns to me to say something but before he can start, I interrupt him for fear that he might want to talk about what just happened.
“It’s 30 minutes until the show, we should go, right?” I don’t give Jake time to answer, I pull him towards the festival and realize that we are still holding hands.
I hear Jake laugh behind me and he walks to my side, without letting go of my hand.
When we get to the stage, everyone is already there except Sam and Poppy, obviously.
When Josh and Luke turn to greet us I let go of Jake’s hand and he looks embarrassed and shoves his hand in his pants pocket but I’m not sure and don’t even turn to him as I walk over to my friends wishing no one had noticed anything.
I stand between Ana and Jet while Jake stands next to Danny and Lexa, and I mentally curse myself for not being able to take my eyes off him.
Adam and Josh start handing out cans of beer to everyone, when Josh comes over to me and Ana, I dismiss the beer with a hand gesture and then he hands the can to Ana and I swear I could see them exchanging smiles at this point.
Institutionally I turn my head toward Jake to see if he’s looking at them too, but when I turn around, he’s looking at me.
He smiles at me and without a second thought I smile too.
I don’t know how many minutes go by when we see the band take the stage. The whole festival goes crazy at this point.
And for the first time since Jake and I kissed a few minutes ago, I can think about things other than him.
After about 20 minutes I get tired of dismissing the drinks that Josh and Adam offer me and before I know it I am opening my second can of beer.
I really enjoy that show, especially when I sing Satisfaction along with Lexa and Luke while the others imitate the sounds of the instruments with their mouths.
When the show ends I turn to my friends in disbelief. “They didn’t play Angie? What the fuck?” they all laugh because I’m probably too shocked.
“OK, come on! We have to start packing things for the bonfire.” Lexa starts, she is the most sober of us all. “And I swear I’ll serenade you by singing Angie for you, Y/N!”
Lexa puts her arms around my shoulder and I smile at her.
Ana walks past us and pushes us lightly. “Ew, I’d rather lose my ears than hear Lexa sing, Y/N please spare us this horror show”
Lexa shows her middle finger to Ana, I think that is the meanest thing she can do.
We all start walking towards the buses stopping several times in the middle of the way to take pictures of ourselves posing idiotically with an analog camera that Josh brought.
When we almost get to our bus, Lexa starts telling us what each of us has to do. Because she is Lexa and she is the only one who is good at turning us into organized humans.
“Y/N, can you grab some of our chairs at the back of the bus?”
“Sure!” I head toward the bus to open the back door.
“Ana asked me to come help you” I turn to Jake, who is leaning against the side of the bus.
Of course Ana did it, obvious!
I try not to show any reaction as I smile at him and he moves closer so that he can get more chairs.
Our shoulders touch each other all the time as we get the seats.
For the first time the silence between the two of us was uncomfortable.
“Did you enjoy the show?” he asks as I lean forward to grab a chair that is at the end of the compartment but my fingers don’t even reach the chair.
“Yeah, it was amazing” Jake makes the same motion as me and manages to grab the chair much faster than I. “Did you enjoy it?” I look at him over my shoulder.
“Yeah” Jake smiles and starts stacking the chairs to make it easier to carry. “I liked everything that happened today”
I feel my cheeks burn and I look away and focus my attention on the last chair inside the bus.
Maybe he wasn’t talking about the kiss, right? Maybe it’s the concerts and lunch.
As I pull the last chair out of the bus and start stacking it the same way Jake is doing, I reply. “I liked everything that happened today too”
