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knock next time | sidney crosby

Pairing: celebrini!reader x sidney crosby

Prompt: when your younger brother and his best friend, Mack and Will, decide to surprise you at your Pittsburgh apartment, they get more than they bargained for

requested!

Growing up in the Celebrini household was never a dull moment, especially not as the oldest child. It was rinks, practices, someone yelling about losing their hockey bag, yelling over who took the last piece of dessert. But it was also full of love, that was always a given. And there was no one you loved like your siblings.

That’s part of the reason these last 11 months have been so hard. Not because your family is scattered, not because you live in Pittsburgh, which is approximately 3,000 miles away from your brother, but because you’ve been hiding something from them all.

That something?

Sidney Patrick Crosby.

You roll out of bed, trying to wiggle your way loose from Sid’s grasp. He just groans in response, pulling your body flush against his.

“Sid.” You whisper with a morning voice and a giggle. He groans again, his eyes still closed as his lips find your temple, then your cheek, then your lips. You kiss him back like a woman possessed, it happens every time Sidney kisses you. But you manage to pull back, even though your body is screaming at you to jump his bones right now and worry about coffee, and the headache you’ll get if you don’t have any, later. “I’m going to go start some coffee.” You whisper, your voice sultry in your boyfriend’s ear.

“Looking like that?” Sid questions you, his eyes raking over your bare form. You stand, your back towards him as you turned your gaze over your shoulder, his eyes staring at your ass.

“Come find me after your shower you hound.” You joke, stealing his penguins shirt off the ground, making sure to bend over very very slowly. Sidney groans as you leave the bedroom laughing, the soft glow of the morning casting your apartment in a golden glow.

You love Pittsburgh, at first you wondered what the hell you were doing as you spent your first night alone in the apartment. Your entire family had helped you move in, buying furniture, building the furniture, and listening to Mack and Aiden argue over the furniture. But it’s been two years since then, and almost a year since you and Sid have been attached at the hip. But that also means, it’s been almost a year of lying to everyone you love. Especially Macklin.

Macklin was your rock, your little brother who you looked after your entire life. And now he’s in San Jose, now he’s 19 and playing his heart out with his best friend Will Smith. Will, who you’ve also adopted like a little brother.

You smile thinking about them, about how excited they are to be coming to Pittsburgh in a few weeks. The family dinner was nearly impossible to plan with everyone’s schedules, but they all found a way, and that is the night that you’ll be introducing them to Sid.

It’s not like they don’t know him, or know of him. Macklin knows him in a ‘I’ve played against you and looked up to you my entire life’ kind of way. But you want them to know Sid, not Sidney Crosby the hockey player, Sid the boyfriend who basically lives with you. The boyfriend who refuses to let you drive anywhere, the boyfriend who redid your spare room so you could continue to write your novels from home, the boyfriend who cares more about you being a famous author than he does about being a famous hockey player, the boyfriend who has never once let you feel anything except larger than life.

These thoughts fill you with ideas for your next book, and it’s not like you haven’t based characters off Sidney’s actions before. The ideas fill your head as coffee starts brewing, and as the shower turns on from deeper in your apartment.

A little while later you grab your designated mugs, still deep in thought as you smile. But the peace of the Pittsburgh morning died. It died in the way that at 7:14am, your apartment door unlocks. And Macklin Celebrini and Will Smith enter your apartment with wide smiles.

“Surprise!” Mack yells, his smile fully on display, a drink carrier with three coffees in his hand, as Will smiles behind him, a brown bag clutched in his.

“Mackie.” You state, shock settling deeply around you. Your eyes blow wide as everything clicks.

The pair of shoes by the door which are obviously not yours, the bottle of men’s cologne on your countertop, the Pittsburgh Penguins shirt you’re wearing, which is way too big to be yours and houses CROSBY 87 on the back in big gold letters, and of course, the sound of someone in the shower. Of Sidney. Your boyfriend. Your secret boyfriend. Your very secret and very naked boyfriend.

“What?” Mack asks, his wide grin fading just a bit as he sees your shocked face. But that’s not the only thing he notices. His eyes scan your place, they catch the shoes, the bottle of cologne, the shirt that is way too big and way too worn covering your body. And of course, he clocks the sound of the shower turning off.

Will chokes as he realizes too, but it’s Will who’s eyes go wide when he realizes who’s shirt you’ve got on.

“Is… is someone here?” Mack asks quickly, his eyes going wide as he stares into your still wide eyes.

Your soul leaves your body, and you stay quiet not knowing what to say.

“Mack-“ Will says but you interrupt.

“Mackie, just-“ you start, but it’s too late. Too late because there’s the sound of the door opening, the sound of rustling, and the sound of footsteps coming closer to the kitchen.

And then it happens, Sidney Crosby walks into the kitchen. One of your white fluffy towels hanging dangerously low on his hips, and another towel drying his hair which is dark and dripping down his muscular back and chest.

“You better hope this hickey goes away before practice tomorrow otherwise the guys are going to-“ Sid stops when he realizes, he didn’t just say that to you. In fact, he said that to three people, two of which, are your little brother and honorary brother.

Macklin stares at his idol, Will stares between the two of you. Sidney just stares at Macklin. For a moment, nobody moved, and nobody spoke. Until your brother, to no one’s surprise, loses it.

“WHAT THE HELL!” Macklin exclaims, Will taking the carrying tray out of his best friend’s grasp as Mack starts waving his arms around.

“Oh my god.” You whisper, a hand going to your forehead while Sid’s hand tightens on the towel around his hips, like he remembered how he looks, and who it is standing in front of him.

“Is-“ Mack starts, green eyes so wide as he stares between you and Sid. “Sidney-“ he starts talking again but it’s like he can’t get out a full sentence.

“Morning, Macklin.” Sidney says, you can tell he’s a bit nervous by the way his muscles move. But he’s also still relaxed, like he’s not letting himself freak out.

“MORNING?” Macklin repeats. “Morning? You’re in my sister’s apartment basically wearing a fucking hand towel and you say morning?”

“It’s a regular towel.” You say, a bit offended that he insulted your fluffy white, and insanely expensive, towels. Behind Mack, Will now fully loses it. He sets everything down on the entry table and covers his mouth with his hand. His shoulders shaking as he tries to turn away.

“Will!” Macklin exclaims, turning around to watch his best friend try not to double over in laughter. “Stop laughing!” Macklin exclaims, but that only seems to make him laugh harder.

“I’m sorry,” Will says, waving a hand in front of him. “I’m sorry this is just the funniest thing that’s happened to me all year.” He says, wiping under his eyes as he continues to giggle.

“Sid.” You whisper, and your boyfriend’s gaze shoots over to you immediately. “Maybe go put some clothes on?” You say, and Will busts out with a new fit of giggles.

“Isn’t that a little hard when you’re wearing his shirt?” Will asks, and Macklin makes a pained noise as he really takes that fact in. You stare at Will as threatening as you could as Sidney awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he tries to contain a laugh from Will’s comment.

“I’ll be right back.” Sid says, his smile unable to be contained as he turns down in the direction of your bedroom.

—

It didn’t take long for Sidney to come back in a pair of sweats and a black t-shirt. The shirt hugs his arms perfectly, and you have to drag your gaze away before your little brother notices. But Sidney does, he always notices. And he gives you a wicked little smirk before turning his attention back to your little brother.

“Macklin-“ Sidney starts as he sits down next to you on the couch, the younger players standing in front of the tv, facing the both of you like they are parents who caught you guys doing something bad.

“How long?” Mack asks, and for the first time since entering your apartment and finding out your secret, he sounds hurt instead of angry.

“A while.” You say with a slight wince.

“A while?” Mack echos. “How long is a while?”

“Just under a year.” Sid finishes, and his hand takes yours. His fingers interlinking with your shaking ones. “We were going to tell you.”

“When?” Mack asks.

“Dinner.” You say immediately, and you want to crawl into a hole as you see your brother’s face.

“Like the family dinner?” Will asks from beside Mack as you nod.

“Why didn’t you-“ Mack starts but stops himself as he really takes you in. Takes in the way you and Sidney are, the way he knows that if he were to raise his voice again Sidney would step in front of you, the way his hand is wrapping around your slightly shaking one. The way Mack knows that keeping this from him all this time must have been killing you. “I’m not mad, Y/N.” He finally says, the tension dropping slightly from his shoulders. “I just-“ he pauses, his fingers running through your hair. “Why didn’t you feel like you could tell me?”

That carved a part of you open. Not, why didn’t you tell me? But, why didn’t you feel like you could tell me?

You see him clearly for the first time since he walked in, your younger brother. Your younger brother who has done nothing but support you your entire life. Your younger brother who looked at you for years like you hung the stars for him.

“Because it was new at first.” You finally say, staring at Mack, your hands still squeezing Sidney’s. “And I didn’t want the world to know, we didn’t want the world to know. With both of us in one form of the media we just wanted something that was… ours.” You explain. “Plus, he’s Sidney Crosby, and I have the Celebrini name.”

That fact causes your boyfriend to shift you more into his side, and your brother for the first time looks like he might understand why you kept it secret.

“I didn’t want people to assume stuff because of who we are.” You say, motioning towards you and Sid. “And, I didn’t care what they would say about me if they found out, I still don’t. I just care about him.” You say, and everyone stills.

“Y/N.” Sid whispers, his voice so soft.

“So you hid him because you love him?” Will asks, the joking smile replaced with a genuine one.

“Yes.” You say, and you feel the familiar press of a kiss to your head.

“I’m sorry this is how you found out.” Sidney says. “But I’m not sorry that you know. And I’m definitely not sorry for all the time I’ve gotten to have with her.”

“Oh my god.” Mack says, finally sitting down on the couch.

“So you’re like, in love in love.” He says, laughing for the first time today.

“Yeah Mackie.” You say with a laugh. “We’re in love in love.”

“Fuck.” Mack says, laughing loudly now. “Do I have to pretend I don’t know?” He asks suddenly.

“Just until dinner.” You say, hoping he’ll agree. It’s quiet for a second until Mack nods and agrees.

“So!” Will says, clapping and bringing all the attention to him. “I’m exhausted and I cannot keep the comedy up unless I’m fed.”

Sidney lets out a genuine laugh before he agrees.

“I’ll start something up.” He says, letting go of you but not without a soft kiss.

“Oh god. Right in front of me.” Mack complains, but you see his smile before he covers his face.

“I have more questions.” Mack says, as he follows Sid into the kitchen and rapid fire asks everything he can possibly think of.

How did you guys meet? Who made the first move? Do you live here? Do any other hockey players know? Do the Penguins know?

Sid meets them all with honesty and laughter, and his answers make Will fake a groan with how sweet they are.

“I love her, Mack.” He says finally once Macklin seemed to exhausted all his questions. “I have for a long time, even before we started dating. I know that probably sounds like a lot, and maybe it is.” He confesses, but he keeps talking. “I loved her before I had any right to. Before I knew if she’d ever look at me that way, before I knew if this could be anything more than me hoping she’d text me back, or finding reasons to ask about her day, or noticing every time she laughed at something I said and trying not to make it obvious that it melted every wall I’ve ever had.”

Your breath catches as you hear it, and Sid turns his attention to you for only a second before turning back to your brother.

“She loves you very much Macklin. I need you to know that this secret wasn’t because she didn’t trust you, and it wasn’t because she wanted to keep you out. But she wanted to protect it until she knew how to show it to the people she loves most, which is you. Both of you actually.” Sid says, pointing to Mack and then to Will.

Your heart clenches as Will sits down on the couch now too, smiling a bit as he hands you the coffee he and Macklin brought in.

“Can I ask something?” Macklin says to him, and Sid just nods, stirring batter in a bowl. “Are you guys worried about, I mean, I’m not trying to be weird, but are you guys-“

You cut him off before he could finish. “The age difference?” You ask, one eyebrow rising.

Macklin nods, looking a bit sheepish at that question, but you understand.

“No.” Sid says with warmth but also with confidence. “I mean we know people will talk, but people aren’t in this relationship.”

Your heart warms at that. That no matter what, no matter the age or the circumstances that fans can and will put you through, no matter any of it you know Sidney Crosby is yours and yours alone.

It doesn’t take long for the four of you to settle down, to laugh, eat, and the boys to all chirp each other.

You’re standing in the kitchen, watching the three of them talk, and for the first time in a very long time, you let yourself breathe.

Because Macklin Celebrini, your little brother who used to cry at the thought of you growing up and moving out of your parent’s house, is sitting with the man you love more than life itself.

Sidney catches your gaze from across the space, and he gives you a wink before chirping your brother and his best friend back.

I love you, you mouth at him.

I love you more, he mouths back.

[candiedsimmer]

SCREAM (1996) dir. Wes Craven

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knock next time | sidney crosby

Pairing: celebrini!reader x sidney crosby

Prompt: when your younger brother and his best friend, Mack and Will, decide to surprise you at your Pittsburgh apartment, they get more than they bargained for

requested!

Growing up in the Celebrini household was never a dull moment, especially not as the oldest child. It was rinks, practices, someone yelling about losing their hockey bag, yelling over who took the last piece of dessert. But it was also full of love, that was always a given. And there was no one you loved like your siblings.

That’s part of the reason these last 11 months have been so hard. Not because your family is scattered, not because you live in Pittsburgh, which is approximately 3,000 miles away from your brother, but because you’ve been hiding something from them all.

That something?

Sidney Patrick Crosby.

You roll out of bed, trying to wiggle your way loose from Sid’s grasp. He just groans in response, pulling your body flush against his.

“Sid.” You whisper with a morning voice and a giggle. He groans again, his eyes still closed as his lips find your temple, then your cheek, then your lips. You kiss him back like a woman possessed, it happens every time Sidney kisses you. But you manage to pull back, even though your body is screaming at you to jump his bones right now and worry about coffee, and the headache you’ll get if you don’t have any, later. “I’m going to go start some coffee.” You whisper, your voice sultry in your boyfriend’s ear.

“Looking like that?” Sid questions you, his eyes raking over your bare form. You stand, your back towards him as you turned your gaze over your shoulder, his eyes staring at your ass.

“Come find me after your shower you hound.” You joke, stealing his penguins shirt off the ground, making sure to bend over very very slowly. Sidney groans as you leave the bedroom laughing, the soft glow of the morning casting your apartment in a golden glow.

You love Pittsburgh, at first you wondered what the hell you were doing as you spent your first night alone in the apartment. Your entire family had helped you move in, buying furniture, building the furniture, and listening to Mack and Aiden argue over the furniture. But it’s been two years since then, and almost a year since you and Sid have been attached at the hip. But that also means, it’s been almost a year of lying to everyone you love. Especially Macklin.

Macklin was your rock, your little brother who you looked after your entire life. And now he’s in San Jose, now he’s 19 and playing his heart out with his best friend Will Smith. Will, who you’ve also adopted like a little brother.

You smile thinking about them, about how excited they are to be coming to Pittsburgh in a few weeks. The family dinner was nearly impossible to plan with everyone’s schedules, but they all found a way, and that is the night that you’ll be introducing them to Sid.

It’s not like they don’t know him, or know of him. Macklin knows him in a ‘I’ve played against you and looked up to you my entire life’ kind of way. But you want them to know Sid, not Sidney Crosby the hockey player, Sid the boyfriend who basically lives with you. The boyfriend who refuses to let you drive anywhere, the boyfriend who redid your spare room so you could continue to write your novels from home, the boyfriend who cares more about you being a famous author than he does about being a famous hockey player, the boyfriend who has never once let you feel anything except larger than life.

These thoughts fill you with ideas for your next book, and it’s not like you haven’t based characters off Sidney’s actions before. The ideas fill your head as coffee starts brewing, and as the shower turns on from deeper in your apartment.

A little while later you grab your designated mugs, still deep in thought as you smile. But the peace of the Pittsburgh morning died. It died in the way that at 7:14am, your apartment door unlocks. And Macklin Celebrini and Will Smith enter your apartment with wide smiles.

“Surprise!” Mack yells, his smile fully on display, a drink carrier with three coffees in his hand, as Will smiles behind him, a brown bag clutched in his.

“Mackie.” You state, shock settling deeply around you. Your eyes blow wide as everything clicks.

The pair of shoes by the door which are obviously not yours, the bottle of men’s cologne on your countertop, the Pittsburgh Penguins shirt you’re wearing, which is way too big to be yours and houses CROSBY 87 on the back in big gold letters, and of course, the sound of someone in the shower. Of Sidney. Your boyfriend. Your secret boyfriend. Your very secret and very naked boyfriend.

“What?” Mack asks, his wide grin fading just a bit as he sees your shocked face. But that’s not the only thing he notices. His eyes scan your place, they catch the shoes, the bottle of cologne, the shirt that is way too big and way too worn covering your body. And of course, he clocks the sound of the shower turning off.

Will chokes as he realizes too, but it’s Will who’s eyes go wide when he realizes who’s shirt you’ve got on.

“Is… is someone here?” Mack asks quickly, his eyes going wide as he stares into your still wide eyes.

Your soul leaves your body, and you stay quiet not knowing what to say.

“Mack-“ Will says but you interrupt.

“Mackie, just-“ you start, but it’s too late. Too late because there’s the sound of the door opening, the sound of rustling, and the sound of footsteps coming closer to the kitchen.

And then it happens, Sidney Crosby walks into the kitchen. One of your white fluffy towels hanging dangerously low on his hips, and another towel drying his hair which is dark and dripping down his muscular back and chest.

“You better hope this hickey goes away before practice tomorrow otherwise the guys are going to-“ Sid stops when he realizes, he didn’t just say that to you. In fact, he said that to three people, two of which, are your little brother and honorary brother.

Macklin stares at his idol, Will stares between the two of you. Sidney just stares at Macklin. For a moment, nobody moved, and nobody spoke. Until your brother, to no one’s surprise, loses it.

“WHAT THE HELL!” Macklin exclaims, Will taking the carrying tray out of his best friend’s grasp as Mack starts waving his arms around.

“Oh my god.” You whisper, a hand going to your forehead while Sid’s hand tightens on the towel around his hips, like he remembered how he looks, and who it is standing in front of him.

“Is-“ Mack starts, green eyes so wide as he stares between you and Sid. “Sidney-“ he starts talking again but it’s like he can’t get out a full sentence.

“Morning, Macklin.” Sidney says, you can tell he’s a bit nervous by the way his muscles move. But he’s also still relaxed, like he’s not letting himself freak out.

“MORNING?” Macklin repeats. “Morning? You’re in my sister’s apartment basically wearing a fucking hand towel and you say morning?”

“It’s a regular towel.” You say, a bit offended that he insulted your fluffy white, and insanely expensive, towels. Behind Mack, Will now fully loses it. He sets everything down on the entry table and covers his mouth with his hand. His shoulders shaking as he tries to turn away.

“Will!” Macklin exclaims, turning around to watch his best friend try not to double over in laughter. “Stop laughing!” Macklin exclaims, but that only seems to make him laugh harder.

“I’m sorry,” Will says, waving a hand in front of him. “I’m sorry this is just the funniest thing that’s happened to me all year.” He says, wiping under his eyes as he continues to giggle.

“Sid.” You whisper, and your boyfriend’s gaze shoots over to you immediately. “Maybe go put some clothes on?” You say, and Will busts out with a new fit of giggles.

“Isn’t that a little hard when you’re wearing his shirt?” Will asks, and Macklin makes a pained noise as he really takes that fact in. You stare at Will as threatening as you could as Sidney awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he tries to contain a laugh from Will’s comment.

“I’ll be right back.” Sid says, his smile unable to be contained as he turns down in the direction of your bedroom.

—

It didn’t take long for Sidney to come back in a pair of sweats and a black t-shirt. The shirt hugs his arms perfectly, and you have to drag your gaze away before your little brother notices. But Sidney does, he always notices. And he gives you a wicked little smirk before turning his attention back to your little brother.

“Macklin-“ Sidney starts as he sits down next to you on the couch, the younger players standing in front of the tv, facing the both of you like they are parents who caught you guys doing something bad.

“How long?” Mack asks, and for the first time since entering your apartment and finding out your secret, he sounds hurt instead of angry.

“A while.” You say with a slight wince.

“A while?” Mack echos. “How long is a while?”

“Just under a year.” Sid finishes, and his hand takes yours. His fingers interlinking with your shaking ones. “We were going to tell you.”

“When?” Mack asks.

“Dinner.” You say immediately, and you want to crawl into a hole as you see your brother’s face.

“Like the family dinner?” Will asks from beside Mack as you nod.

“Why didn’t you-“ Mack starts but stops himself as he really takes you in. Takes in the way you and Sidney are, the way he knows that if he were to raise his voice again Sidney would step in front of you, the way his hand is wrapping around your slightly shaking one. The way Mack knows that keeping this from him all this time must have been killing you. “I’m not mad, Y/N.” He finally says, the tension dropping slightly from his shoulders. “I just-“ he pauses, his fingers running through your hair. “Why didn’t you feel like you could tell me?”

That carved a part of you open. Not, why didn’t you tell me? But, why didn’t you feel like you could tell me?

You see him clearly for the first time since he walked in, your younger brother. Your younger brother who has done nothing but support you your entire life. Your younger brother who looked at you for years like you hung the stars for him.

“Because it was new at first.” You finally say, staring at Mack, your hands still squeezing Sidney’s. “And I didn’t want the world to know, we didn’t want the world to know. With both of us in one form of the media we just wanted something that was… ours.” You explain. “Plus, he’s Sidney Crosby, and I have the Celebrini name.”

That fact causes your boyfriend to shift you more into his side, and your brother for the first time looks like he might understand why you kept it secret.

“I didn’t want people to assume stuff because of who we are.” You say, motioning towards you and Sid. “And, I didn’t care what they would say about me if they found out, I still don’t. I just care about him.” You say, and everyone stills.

“Y/N.” Sid whispers, his voice so soft.

“So you hid him because you love him?” Will asks, the joking smile replaced with a genuine one.

“Yes.” You say, and you feel the familiar press of a kiss to your head.

“I’m sorry this is how you found out.” Sidney says. “But I’m not sorry that you know. And I’m definitely not sorry for all the time I’ve gotten to have with her.”

“Oh my god.” Mack says, finally sitting down on the couch.

“So you’re like, in love in love.” He says, laughing for the first time today.

“Yeah Mackie.” You say with a laugh. “We’re in love in love.”

“Fuck.” Mack says, laughing loudly now. “Do I have to pretend I don’t know?” He asks suddenly.

“Just until dinner.” You say, hoping he’ll agree. It’s quiet for a second until Mack nods and agrees.

“So!” Will says, clapping and bringing all the attention to him. “I’m exhausted and I cannot keep the comedy up unless I’m fed.”

Sidney lets out a genuine laugh before he agrees.

“I’ll start something up.” He says, letting go of you but not without a soft kiss.

“Oh god. Right in front of me.” Mack complains, but you see his smile before he covers his face.

“I have more questions.” Mack says, as he follows Sid into the kitchen and rapid fire asks everything he can possibly think of.

How did you guys meet? Who made the first move? Do you live here? Do any other hockey players know? Do the Penguins know?

Sid meets them all with honesty and laughter, and his answers make Will fake a groan with how sweet they are.

“I love her, Mack.” He says finally once Macklin seemed to exhausted all his questions. “I have for a long time, even before we started dating. I know that probably sounds like a lot, and maybe it is.” He confesses, but he keeps talking. “I loved her before I had any right to. Before I knew if she’d ever look at me that way, before I knew if this could be anything more than me hoping she’d text me back, or finding reasons to ask about her day, or noticing every time she laughed at something I said and trying not to make it obvious that it melted every wall I’ve ever had.”

Your breath catches as you hear it, and Sid turns his attention to you for only a second before turning back to your brother.

“She loves you very much Macklin. I need you to know that this secret wasn’t because she didn’t trust you, and it wasn’t because she wanted to keep you out. But she wanted to protect it until she knew how to show it to the people she loves most, which is you. Both of you actually.” Sid says, pointing to Mack and then to Will.

Your heart clenches as Will sits down on the couch now too, smiling a bit as he hands you the coffee he and Macklin brought in.

“Can I ask something?” Macklin says to him, and Sid just nods, stirring batter in a bowl. “Are you guys worried about, I mean, I’m not trying to be weird, but are you guys-“

You cut him off before he could finish. “The age difference?” You ask, one eyebrow rising.

Macklin nods, looking a bit sheepish at that question, but you understand.

“No.” Sid says with warmth but also with confidence. “I mean we know people will talk, but people aren’t in this relationship.”

Your heart warms at that. That no matter what, no matter the age or the circumstances that fans can and will put you through, no matter any of it you know Sidney Crosby is yours and yours alone.

It doesn’t take long for the four of you to settle down, to laugh, eat, and the boys to all chirp each other.

You’re standing in the kitchen, watching the three of them talk, and for the first time in a very long time, you let yourself breathe.

Because Macklin Celebrini, your little brother who used to cry at the thought of you growing up and moving out of your parent’s house, is sitting with the man you love more than life itself.

Sidney catches your gaze from across the space, and he gives you a wink before chirping your brother and his best friend back.

I love you, you mouth at him.

I love you more, he mouths back.

[ilovedeanwithapassion]

Drunk Kisses ~ Dean Di Laurentis

summary: after a long day of studying, classes, and multiple coffee trips, you get to come home to the boy you love most, drunk and clingy.

warnings: none

t. g. i. fucking. f.

I sighed as I shut my computer. everything felt like it depended on me, standing on one leg. the library was dark, quiet, and creepily empty. it was just me, my books, and my long ass essay on “what are wild flowers”. I shoved my stuff in my pink shoulder bag and stood up, almost falling over.

once I stepped out, I felt the crisp, cold, autumn breeze. it felt like the first breath I took all day. I walked to my apartment alone, listening to my favorite playlist. it was full of songs that reminded me of Dean. my boyfriend who I love so much. I felt a little guilty because I haven’t been hanging out with him since I have plenty of piled assignments that keep being added. he’s fully understanding and being patient with me but I still feel like shit for not making time for him or my friends. its not that I don’t want to, I just think if I do I’ll completely lose focus on everything.

I stepped out of the elevator and dug in my pockets for my keys. my best friend Allie was playing music next door, and it would usually make me smile or feel a little more happy, I just don’t. I just can’t.

I stepped in my dark apartment, noticing the subtle light coming from my room. I set my bags down and took my coat and shoes off before I made my way towards it. I saw the light of a phone on my bed and flipped the light switch on.

there was my baby Dean. his eyes instantly shut by the shock of the light turning on. “you’re home.” he said, loud enough to be more than a sleepy whisper, but quiet enough to not be a talking voice. “hi baby. im home.” I walked towards the boy who was cuddled up in my pink floral sheets, with my $400 blanket. “hi Dean.” I laid down next to him and held him in my arms.

I kissed his cheek and sat up. “why are you here?” I asked while standing up and taking my shirt off. “Garrett and Hannah were bullying me.” he scoffed. I snickered. “what were they saying?”

“they were saying I drank too much and how im gonna be a beer belly.”

“Dean. how much did you have?” I slid my silk pink pjs on. “way too much.” he whined. he stuffed his head in my pillow and groaned. I was laughing at how dramatic he is. “it’s not funny.” he cried out. “you’re right, it’s not funny. that was mean of them, but next time, don’t drink so much.” I slipped back into bed, pulling him against my chest. he reached up for my lips, connecting mine with his. “I missed you.” he said, cuddling closer to me, “I missed you too, baby. get some sleep, I’ll take care of you in the morning.”

my hand found his soft and fluffy blond hair, playing with it as my other hand worked at scratching his back. I slid my fingers down, right to the spot on the back of his neck where his hair starts. his shoulder relaxed and he let out a little sigh. “found your spot.” I whispered. he smiled into my neck. “goodnight Dean. I love you.” he just mumbled something back before I heard tiny snores vibrating against my chest.

[h-l-m]

Meet Astro

I’m obsessed with the astrophage collection scene so Astro was born

[andy-15-07]

Falling Apart Quietly

Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis  x Reader

Word Count: 1266

Request open!

Off campus masterlist

wattpad request:Hili can you do one where Dean is rlly sick with like a stomach virus or smth but he doesn't want to accept it and then he goes to a hockey game plays and as soon as he gets out of it he like can't control like the sickness anymore and so then reader brings him home and then he's just clingy

Dean Di Laurentis was bad at being sick.

That was not a surprise to anyone.

What was surprising was how aggressively he denied it.

He had been vaguely off all day,too quiet, too pale, a little too determined to pretend nothing was wrong. By the time you found him in the hockey house kitchen, leaning against the counter with one hand braced on the edge of the sink and the other pressed to his stomach, you already knew.

He looked up when you walked in and immediately tried to look normal.

Which only made it worse.

You frowned. “Dean?”

He straightened too quickly. “What?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

His expression went blank in the most suspicious way possible. “Nothing.”

You gave him a very long look. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

That made him roll his eyes, though not convincingly. “That’s dramatic.”

“You’re pale.”

“I’m always pale.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

You crossed your arms. “Dean.”

He sighed, the kind of sigh that meant he knew he was losing the argument but intended to fight anyway. “I’m fine.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You have a stomach virus, don’t you?”

His face changed.

Just enough.

You caught it instantly. “Dean.”

“It’s nothing.”

“That is not nothing.”

“It’s a little nausea.”

“That is literally the start of a stomach virus.”

“I’m not sick.”

You stared at him. “You are so sick.”

He looked deeply offended by the accusation. “I am not skipping tonight’s game.”

You blinked. “Oh, now I know you’re sick.”

Dean looked at you like you had personally insulted his family. “I’m playing.”

“Dean, no.”

“I’m fine.”

“You are not fine.”

He opened his mouth to argue again, but a wave of obvious discomfort crossed his face so quickly you almost felt bad for laughing at the stubbornness before.

Almost.

“Dean,” you said more gently, “you should stay home.”

He shook his head. “No.”

You sighed and stepped closer. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s one game.”

“Because you’re stubborn.”

“That too.”

You reached up and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. He flinched just slightly, then immediately tried to pretend he hadn’t.

“You’re warm.”

He frowned. “I told you, I’m fine.”

“You are definitely not fine.”

He was halfway through another argument when Garrett appeared in the doorway and immediately looked between the two of you.

“Oh, no,” Garrett said. “He looks bad.”

Dean shot him a look. “I hate you.”

Garrett grinned. “You look like death.”

Dean pointed at him. “You’re next.”

You turned back to Dean. “You’re not going to practice.”

He looked at you with all the stubborn confidence of a man who had already decided he was winning this. “Watch me.”

He did not, in fact, win.

He made it through practice.

Barely.

By the time the game ended, he was pale and sweaty and trying very hard not to bend over in obvious misery while he waited for the others in the locker room. You had already texted him twice from the stands, one message asking if he was sure he was okay and the other telling him that he was lying to your face and you both knew it.

He had responded with:

i’m fine you’re dramatic stop worrying

When he finally came out, he looked worse.

That was the first clue.

The second was the way he tried to wave you off when you approached.

The third was when he made it maybe six steps before suddenly stopping and pressing a hand to his stomach like the whole world had shifted under him.

You were there instantly. “Dean?”

He looked at you, eyes glassy with pain and frustration. “I think I’m gonna,”

You barely had time to turn before he bent over and got sick on the ground near the side of the building.

Your stomach dropped, but you moved immediately, one hand steadying his shoulder and the other pulling your hair back out of the way because he was clearly too miserable to care about anything else.

“I’ve got you,” you said softly.

He made a rough sound that might have been a response but didn’t really count as one.

When it passed, he stayed bent over for another second, breathing hard. Then he looked up at you with a face full of humiliation.

“Don’t,” you said immediately.

He let out a miserable breath. “I told you I was fine.”

You gave him a look. “You absolutely did not.”

He tried to straighten and nearly lost his balance.

You caught him by the waist. “Okay. Nope. We are going home.”

“I can walk.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.”

You gave him a flat look. “Dean.”

He looked at you, then at the ground, then back at you, and surrendered with a muttered, “Fine.”

The drive back was quiet except for the sound of him shifting uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

When you got him inside, he immediately collapsed onto the couch like gravity had become a personal enemy.

You got him water, a blanket, and the trash can just in case before sitting beside him and gently brushing his hair back from his forehead.

Dean leaned toward your hand without thinking.

That alone told you how bad he felt.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore,” you said softly.

He let out a weak, bitter laugh. “I didn’t pretend.”

“You were very obviously pretending.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, eyes half closed. “Maybe a little.”

You smiled despite yourself and got him to drink a few sips of water. He looked absolutely miserable, but the second you settled beside him and tucked the blanket around his shoulders, something in him softened.

A lot.

He shifted until his head was resting against your thigh, one hand holding onto your wrist like he needed proof you were still there.

You stroked his hair slowly. “Feel worse now or before?”

“Don’t ask me things.”

You laughed quietly. “That bad?”

He made a tiny sound of complaint. “I hate this.”

“I know.”

“And I hate that you were right.”

You smiled down at him. “Also know.”

He cracked one eye open and gave you a weak glare. “You’re too happy about this.”

“You were very dramatic at practice.”

“I was not.”

“You were.”

He gave a low groan and buried his face against your leg. “Please stop talking.”

You grinned. “You’re clingy when you’re sick.”

He muttered something muffled and unintelligible.

“Dean.”

He lifted his head just enough to look at you with complete misery. “I love you.”

That made you pause.

Not because it was unusual. Because he said it like he was half delirious and fully honest, which somehow made it even sweeter.

Your face softened instantly. “I love you too.”

He stared at you for a beat, then closed his eyes again like that was the only thing he needed to hear.

“Good,” he mumbled. “Stay here.”

You smiled and kissed his forehead. “I’m staying.”

He let out a quiet sigh and shifted closer, his hand still wrapped around your wrist, his whole body folding into the comfort you were offering without shame now.

And for the rest of the night, Dean was clingy and warm and far too tired to be anything but honest, which meant every few minutes he was either asking you not to leave or mumbling how much he loved you into your shirt.

Which was annoying.

And incredibly sweet.

And exactly the kind of mess you were happy to take care of.

[heartnosekid]

sulawesi machaon (papilio peranthus) & the great mormon (papilio memnon) | weirdolini on ig

[h-l-m]

Few photos I took at Alex Warren concert

Also, a women in front of us was FaceTiming her child (I’m assuming) and her dog and all I cared about was the dog 😂😂

[philoph4bic]

No Clean Exit 🏁

(Ilia Malinin x F1 Driver!Reader)

summary: They knew that being top athletes in different sports and chasing lifelong dreams would require sacrifices—but they never expected their relationship to be one of them. After a messy breakup, their paths haven’t crossed despite living in the same town. Yet the past has a way of catching up, and this time, there’s no clean exit.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

[philoph4bic]

No Clean Exit 🏁

(Ilia Malinin x F1 Driver!Reader)

summary: They knew that being top athletes in different sports and chasing lifelong dreams would require sacrifices—but they never expected their relationship to be one of them. After a messy breakup, their paths haven’t crossed despite living in the same town. Yet the past has a way of catching up, and this time, there’s no clean exit.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

[melsglasses]

mmmm lavalamp

[wholesome-animal-images]

[burgundysnow]

ough... thinking about how you and jack are married and both have the night shift. so most days you walk in together holding hands and giving eachother a quick kiss before going to your seperate patiants. robby sees you and if he sees you then jack is around somewhere.

"wheres the big guy?"

"i left him at home. hes in time out as punishment."

robby stares. eyebrows raises before you finally give in.

"hes home sick. which really is a punishment."

"please do not get me involded with your kinky endevors."

[thatfanficstuff]

Fall - Jack Abbot (The Pitt)

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader (starts as R4, ends as attending)

warnings: talks of suicide, suicidal behavior. Honestly it's pretty fluffy.

Jack Abbot had never really thought about jumping from the PTMC roof. Frankly, that sounded like more effort than he wanted to put in at the end of a shift. No, he pictured something simpler, like just stepping forward and letting himself fall. Quiet. Effortless. Final. Perfect.

He stood at the edge, hands in his pockets and watched the city coming to life below him. Every sound a reminder that life went on without him. Perfectly fine. A click announced the access door closing. He didn’t bother to look back, knowing it was Robby coming to save Jack from himself, just like clockwork. Jack exhaled, bracing himself for the familiar plea.

Instead, an unexpected voice called from behind him. “Robby said to tell you to at least wait until it’s not his shift.”

Jack looked over in surprise to find you walking toward him. His brow furrowed as he tried to place you. There was a vague sense of familiarity as if he’d seen you only in passing.

He snorted and turned back his view. “He’s sending med students after me now? Can’t be bothered to come himself?” It figured that he’d finally pushed the other attending too far with his bullshit.

“He also said that Gloria caught him right inside the door. Rather than bringing her along for the meeting, he sent his favorite resident,” you said, sounding slightly amused.

He glanced at you again and said your name. “That’s you?”

You grinned. “So, he does talk about me.”

Jack huffed a laugh. “Yeah, kid, he talks about you. Why haven’t I seen you on nights yet?”

“I start the end of next month,” you said and stepped closer. “But Robby said you could have me early if you come down without giving me a hard time.”

That made him smile. “That’s the kind of bribe I like.” He came back to the right side of the railing and really looked at you for the first time. Shit. Robby was right. You were a knockout.

“Anything going on between you and Robby?” Why the fuck did he ask that? Even if there was it was none of his damn business. Great first impression there, Abbot.

He was expecting you to call him out on his shit, instead you snorted. “God, no. Robby’s just…Robby, you know,” you said with a shrug.

His brows lifted as his lips twitched. “I am in fact aware that Robby is himself, yes.”

You gave him a cheeky grin. “You’re not nearly as grumpy as he said you were.”

He shoved off from the rail and he guided you toward the stairs. “Just wait until you’re on nights with me.”

True to his word, Robby signed off on you moving to night shift the next week. He sent Jack a text your first night.

Don’t fuck this up Abbot or I’m taking her back.

“Ass,” Jack muttered.

It took him exactly three hours to discover why Robby was so attached to you. Everything he had said about you was 100% accurate. You were smart, skilled, respectful. Jack thought you were too sweet for this shift—that nights were going to chew you up and spit you out. That was until he watched you with Shen.

“Hey, newbie,” Shen said as he leaned on the counter beside you, arm almost brushing yours.

“I have a name, Dr. Shen.” You didn’t look up from your tablet as you finished your charting.

He grinned. “Yeah, I know that but you’re also the newbie. And there’s no need for titles. We’re not so formal around here.”

You turned and gave him a deadpan stare. “Okay, Shen. What can I do for you?”

He inched closer, lowering his voice. “We should go out after our shift.”

Irritation crawled up Jack’s spine, but he stayed quiet. He wanted to see how you handled yourself without his intervention.

You tilted your head and gave the other man a little smile. “Do you do that often?”

Shen’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“All of you going out together after a shift. That must be great for team building. Day shift has beers across the street but 7am is a little early for that, so I assumed you didn’t.”

With every word that came out of your mouth, Shen’s confidant smile dropped just a little more. “Uh…no. I meant just you and me. We could grab breakfast somewhere.”

Your eyes widened. “It’s rude not to invite everyone, Shen. That’s not very nice.”

When you turned to leave, Jack swore he heard Shen sputter behind you. You saw Jack watching and winked.

He let out a surprised laugh. “You’re going to fit in just fine around here, kid,” he said as you passed.

A month later, Jack found you on the roof for the first time. It was just after midnight when they’d rushed in a fifteen-year-old with a self-inflicted gunshot wound. There wasn’t anything you could do to save him. Hell, it was a miracle he wasn’t dead before he got there. After a brief pause, you got right to work without missing a beat, but there was something off. Jack could tell. As soon as your gloves were off, you’d disappeared.

When he couldn’t find you anywhere else, he hurried up the stairs, heart pounding until he saw your silhouette on the right side of the railing. “You’re in my spot, kid.”

You snorted. “You and Robby don’t have a monopoly on rooftop contemplation, Abbot.”

“Sure, we do. Benefits of being attendings.” He moved beside you, leaning his back on the railing. He didn’t press. He just let the night breeze fill the silence.

You didn’t look at him, just kept staring at the city. “I had a friend. Travis. Met him when I was twelve. We just synced, you know. Became inseparable. We went to the same undergrad. Even shared an apartment.”

There was a pause as you swallowed past the lump in your throat. Jack listened in silence. “When I was an MS3, he told me he was in love with me. I told him I didn’t feel the same. He said, I owed him. That I’d led him on all those years.”

Jack’s chest tightened but he didn’t interrupt.

 “A week later was my first rotation in emergency. He called 911 asking for an ambulance because he was going to shoot himself. Put a bullet in his chest. He was unconscious by the time he made it to my ED. Never woke up. EMT said the only thing he said when they got to him was, ‘it’s her fault. She’ll see’. His sister called me and told me I wasn’t welcome at the funeral. Said it was my fault he’d shot himself and then I couldn’t even save him when he got to the hospital.”

Rage coiled in his gut. Rage at Travis, at his shit of a sister, at a world that could be so cruel to you.  “Jesus Christ, kid. That’s horrible. No wonder you’re fucked up.”

You nudged his side. “Takes one to know one, Jack.”

He nudged you back. “You know none of that shit is true, right?”

“After many, many hours of therapy, yes I do know that.” You shook your head. “Doesn’t mean it hurts any less when I think about it though.”

“Yeah,” he said in agreement, knowing exactly what you meant.

You sighed before smacking the rail and turning to your attending. “Let’s get back to it, Abbot.”

He grunted but followed you to the door. “Liked it better when you called me Jack.”

The next time he finds you on the roof was more of a surprise than the last time. He’d gone up to find Robby after Dana said he was getting some air. He did not expect to find you up there with him, sitting on a blanket, eating pizza and…were you drinking? You giggled when you saw his face, actually giggled. Which made Robby laugh as well and toast him with his fucking glass.

“Seriously?” Jack asked in disbelief. He knew for a fact you were on tonight. He always knew when you were on.

“Calm down, doc. It’s sparkling grape juice,” you said, still laughing. At him.

Robby smirked. “Which I still say is a damn shame. You deserve a proper celebration. You should let me take you out.”

“Celebration?” Jack asked as he swallowed down a sudden, irrational spike of jealousy.

The other man nodded, smile widening. “I think my favorite resident becoming my favorite attending is something to celebrate, don’t you?”

You laughed and shook your head. “I already told you that I can’t be your favorite attending. That’s Jack.”

Robby shook his head. “Not even close, sweetheart.”

Jack narrowed his eyes at his idiot of a best friend. Since when were you ‘sweetheart’? “She’s my favorite resident, not yours.”

“Not the important part of the conversation, Abbot,” Robby said, mirth shining in his eyes.

Oh. Right. He turned to you. “Congratulations. Never doubted you for a minute.”

You beamed at him and he suddenly had a little trouble taking a deep breath. “Thanks, Jack. The three of us should go out for a drink.”

Jack pursed his lips as his gaze moved between you and Robby. “If we’re going out, we’re going to do it right. Dinner first, then drinks. Our treat.”

Robby nodded. “All right. When?”

“The two of us are off Thursday. That work for you, Robinavitch?”

Robby blinked then grinned again. “Sure, Abbot. I’ll get Shen to come in early to cover. Seven sound good?”

You bounced a little and clapped your hands. “This is great. Thank you so much.” You turned to face him and your smile about knocked him on his ass. “You want some pizza?”

“Nah. I just came up to check on Robby here. I don’t want to intrude.”

You snorted. “There’s more in the breakroom. I brought enough for both shifts. We were just taking a moment. I couldn’t have done it without the two of you. Thank you.” You leaned over and gave Robby a hug before hopping to your feet. You kissed Jack on the cheek as you moved past him to the door. “I’m gonna go tell everyone else.”

He stood rooted to the spot long after you disappeared down the stairs.

Robby’s voice beside him was heavy with amusement. “You okay there, Jack?”

Jack cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

“Uh huh,” Robby said with a dumb grin on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Accepting his word, Jack turned to go back downstairs. Robby’s voice stopped him at the door. “It’s just interesting that you know her schedule as well as yours.”

His face heated and he refused to turn around and give Robby the satisfaction of seeing it. “Are we going to do handoff or what?”

Thursday night, Jack arrived first at the steakhouse Robby had chosen. It had linen napkins, dim candlelight, the works. He tapped his index finger against the table waiting for one of you to show up. His phone buzzed with a text from Robby: don’t mess this up.

Before he could text back to ask what the hell he meant, you appeared in the doorway. His eyes trailed over you as he stood. You were stunning. You were always pretty, but on the rare chance he got to see you in something other than scrubs, you took his breath away.

“You look amazing,” he finally managed to get out as he pulled out a chair for you.

“Thanks,” you said with a smile. “Robby called just before I got here. He had to cancel. Shen’s sick or something. I offered to cover and he threatened to fire me.”

Son of a bitch. His text made a hell of a lot more sense now. Damn it, Robby. He didn’t ask for his help. Didn’t need it. He was quite content with the way things were, thank you very much.

“We can reschedule if you want.” Your voice was soft, small, and it gutted him.

“Absolutely not,” he assured, opening a menu. “Who needs Robby anyway?”

As dinner and conversation progressed it became really hard for Jack to remember that this was just a friendly meal between colleagues. That there was no way you wanted him even a fraction of the way he wanted you. The last thing he wanted was to be another Travis in your life, a guy that thought you owed him something because you were his friend.

After the meal, the two of you moved into the bar. It was halfway through the second drink when you confessed. “So, I should probably tell you something.” And you blushed so prettily when you said it.

Jack leaned closer, arm on the back of your chair, just loose enough to take the small risk. His lips twitched. “I’m all ears, sweetheart.”

“Shen wasn’t sick.”

He lifted a brow but said nothing. This sounded like a confession he should be getting from Robby, not you.

“I mean, I asked Robby to cancel.”

His brow furrowed. “Why?”

You wouldn’t even look at him, eyes locked on your hands as they shredded a napkin as you huffed out a breath. “I wanted it to be just the two of us. Like—like a date.”

And suddenly everything in Jack just eased. When you didn’t look up or say anything else, Jack placed a finger under your chin to tilt your head back. His gaze ran over your face searching for any indication you didn’t mean it. Seeing nothing but sincerity, he leaned forward and brushed your lips with his. Once. Twice.

When he took you home, he walked you to the door and gave you another kiss. Or three. But he didn’t come inside. Not that night.

That came three dates later.

You and Jack had been dating for nearly a year when he took you up to the roof to watch the sunrise just before shift change one day. Robby was holding down the ED until Jack came back down for handoff.

You leaned on the railing and Jack stepped up behind you with a hand to either side, boxing you in. He rested his chin on your shoulder and you hummed in contentment. He kissed the side of your neck then spoke in your ear. “Honey?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna ask you something and I need you to give me an answer.”

“That’s usually how questions work, Dr. Abbot,” you teased.

He nipped your earlobe. “Behave.” His hands moved around until they were in front of you, one holding a black box. He opened it with a snap and you sucked in a breath as your eyes watered at the sight of the perfect ring nestled in velvet. “I was wondering your thoughts on being called Dr. Abbot, as well.”

You turned in his arms and cradled his face in your hands. You looked in his eyes and saw so much love, but you couldn’t miss the bit of worry there as well. As if you would ever turn this man down. “I think the med students are going to get really confused with two Dr. Abbots.”

“They’ll manage.” He leaned forward and kissed you, arms pulling you into him. When you separated, he moved back just enough to slip the ring on your finger. “Looks good.”

“Looks perfect,” you corrected and kissed him again.

He nudged you around to finish watching the sunrise and resumed his previous position with his chin on your shoulder only his arms were wrapped around you this time. You rested your hands on his arms, ring flashing in the sun.

Jack Abbot doesn’t think about letting himself fall anymore. He already fell.  Quiet. Effortless. Final. Perfect.

[eatsramen10]

Loved this!!!! Sooo cute!!! 🩷🩷

[thatfanficstuff]

Thank you!!

[trisarahtopssuh]

DEAR GOD: Tonight

Dennis Whitaker x Popstar!Reader

Summary: You go on The Tonight show, you get interviewed my jimmy Fallon, and perform your latest song.

Masterlist & Part 1

CW: Language, suggestive content..? (Squint really really hard), slight talks of burn out and past relationships, inaccuracies to the tonight show (Timeline is pretty good tho, pittfest mention!!!, inaccurate to dancing (I literally just made up the whole performance and im not a dancer give me a break), grammar issues, sorta proofread (I skimmed over it)

WC: 2.4k

WAIT!!! Before you read this watch this music video I reference a lot of things such as costumes, dancing, and the song is performed so you should watch it, this chapter will make more sense if you do read it.

“Our next guest for tonight is an incredible performer, Grammy-nominated, who dropped their EP ‘Never text your ex after 2 am’.” Jimmy takes a breath, “Give it up for the incredibly talented Bowey!!” Jimmy reads off the teleprompter in front of him. The band starts playing upbeat music as you walk out of the royal-blue curtains. 

You smile brightly, walking towards the man, hugging him. “How are you?” He asks while hugging you.

“Im good! Happy to be here.”

You both walk towards the interview area. You are sitting on the couch, and him sitting at his desk. “First of all, you just dropped your new EP. It’s absolutely fantastic. How does it feel for it to be out? He asks, you take a sip of water from the water bottle sitting on the table next to the couch.

“Honestly, it feels really good. I was working on both of my EP’s that have come out at the same time. Originally, it was gonna be a mini-album, but it just didn’t end up working out, so we decided on two EP’s. I worked really hard on them. It was really fun as well.”

“I think we could all tell.” He motions his hand towards the audience, “For it only being released for almost two weeks, on social media, it's gotten a lot of attention, for how different all 3 songs are, if you had to pick, which is your favorite?”

You suck a breath in, thinking hard, “That’s really hard, but I would say, ‘Dying for you’.” You think about who you wrote it about: Dennis. “That song got scrapped when I first wrote it back in god, probably like late 2019, early 2020?” You ask yourself.

“It was supposed to come out with your 2nd album?” He asks.

“Yeah, it was going to, but then they scrapped it. I love the song so much, but it got shelved.” 

“Do we get to know who it's about…?” He looks at you.

“About my ex..” You cover your eyes with your hand. Peeking out through the cracks to the audience. A soft laughter comes from them. “That’s all im willing to say!” You smile a little, uncovering your eyes.

Jimmy laughs, “Okay, okay. How about we talk about Lollapolooza! You performed, I saw the videos of it, it was amazing!”

“I loved Lolla, it was great, the crowd was amazing! My team and I worked so hard preparing the whole thing to be perfect for you guys! Im so glad you enjoyed!” You look at the audience, facing your comment towards them. They cheer loudly. 

“Wow, speaking of Lollapolooza! It’s not the only festival you’ll be performing in this year!”

“Yeah! Im performing at Pittfest this year! I really love doing festivals and stuff like that because of all the dancing I can incorporate. Any chance I get, I’ll add a lot.”

He takes a sip of his coffee. “Is that what brought you to music?”

You think for a minute, putting your thoughts in order. “Yes and no, I grew up in the middle of nowhere nebraska, I did dance, though it was only ballet.” You laugh, comparing the dancing you do now to ballet. “I really didn’t like it there. But I decided to stay, went to nursing school at the community college, the next town over.” You take a breath, reminiscing on the sour memories. “I wasn't good at it, but I stayed for a little while. I stayed for someone, but after a while, it really burnt me out. So I left. Afterwards, I lived in LA for a bit.” You laugh, “I did backup dancing, you could probably find me in a Coachella performance, actually. Jimmy laughs, “I released my first song independently on Soundcloud, and then got signed after it was discovered.”

“Wow, I wasn't expecting anything like that at all.”

“Yeah, but it gave me the experiences to write my music, it was worth it, wouldn't change a thing.” You say, but the one thing you would change is how you left Dennis. Maybe you would ask him to go with you, would he have gone? You don’t know, maybe he would’ve. You think about whether he’s still in Broken Bow or has left.

 Jimmy decides to change the subject. “Okay, well, a few months ago, a photo was posted on Instagram.” Jimmy pulls out a photo of you on the set of Euphoria. You're walking around with Zendaya, unaware of the camera on you. She laughs at a joke you told her.

The audience cheers, “Oh my god.” You groan, “It’s been announced, so I guess.. I could talk about it.”

Jimmy cheers, so does the crowd and band, playing music. “Okay, perfect. How did this opportunity even come to you?”

“Well, Sam Levinson emailed my team, asking if I could come in to audition. I was so nervous cause I had never done acting like that before. So I go into the audition, completely unprepared, I literally can’t remember it, god, it was so humiliating. So I leave the audition thinking I won't get it. But then, they call my manager, saying they love me.”

“Wow, how was it working with people like Zendaya?” The man asks.

“It was amazing! I mean ther’ye all so kinda and humble about everything! If anything, when I showed up for set the first day, they were more excited to meet me. That was surprising cause I wasn't expecting an A-list celebrity to be excited to meet me.”

“Well, everyone loves your music.” Jimmy laughs, “Speaking of music, I thought we could play a game,” he points to a screen to the left of a teleprompter. “On that screen, a song title will come up, and a genre will too, and you have to sing that song with the genre.”

You let out a low whistle, you sit up straight, “Okay! I got this.” Cracking your knuckles, you look at the screen.

“Kiss me more- Doja Cat & Heavy metal” comes up, and the band starts to play the music. As you read the lyrics off the teleprompter, trying to meet the vibe, you start to laugh.

After the song ends, the audience cheers, Jimmy claps, “Stick around – Bowey will be performing right after the break!”

It cuts to comercial break, people start to move stuff off the stage to make room for your performance, and the audience dies down. You quickly thank Jimmy, then run behind the blue curtain. Quickly, you run to your dressing room. Changing into your outfit. Your assistant helps you into your black body suit and leather shorts. You put on your boots. She clips on your mic pack, handing you the in-ears. You place them in your ears. You slip into your bomber-racing jacket. Your makeup gets touched up quickly. They run you to the stage. As Jimmy introduces you. Dancers line both aisles of the audience, in racing uniforms to match your jacket. 

 Jimmy holds a photo of the cover of your EP, “Welcome back, everybody. Performing 2 hands, from her EP: Never text your ex after 2 am, please welcome Bowey!!!” The audience cheers. Jimmy walks off to the side of the set.

 Backup dancers in full racing uniform fill the studio. Your in-ears start the metronome, and you sit on top of a sports car 2 backup dancers sit next to you. Your arms rest on either of their shoulders. You let the backtrack sing the intro, you take deep breaths in and out, to calm your nerves. Over your in-ears, you can softly hear the audience cheer.

I want your two hands

Don't ever let me go

I want your two hands

Two hands on me

Lights flash as the music starts, and the dancers in the aisle start to dance. Slowly moving down the aisle towards the stage. The dancer next to you holds the mic towards your mouth. The in-ears counting up, 1, 2, 3,4.

You don't need to tell me you love me

17 times in a day (yeah)

I don't need to hear I'm your number one

And everybody's second place

You don't gotta shit-talk your last girl

Sayin' she don't compare to me (yeah)

Baby, I ain't sayin' you don't know me well, it's

Just not the shit I need

As the dancers have finished going down the aisles, they move around your car, dancing to the beat. You stand on top of the orange sports car. The 2 dancers are now with the others.

'Cause they're just words, they don't mean much

(They don't mean much, no, no)

Need a little less talk

And a lot more touch

The lights flash as the chorus starts. You dance along with the backup dancers. Your in-ears are telling you about the upcoming chorus.

I just want your two hands on me at all times, baby

If you let go (I want your two hands)

Better put 'em right back, fast

Want your two hands on me like my life needs savin'

Let 'em all know (I want your two hands)

Can you do it like that? Yeah

Dancers help you out of the car, one holding your microphone while the other helps you jump out, holding your waist. The camera moves with you, and you stare at it; you move towards the aisle. Stopping to sing.

You ain't gonna win with the jewelry

Don't need the cute fuckin' names (no)

We don't gotta live out of hotels (mm-mm)

We could do it in my room all day

And I know you could spoil me plenty more

But I don't really trust that anymore

And I already got that bag for free (ah)

But if you bought it, then that's sweet (sweet)

Still, they're just things, they don't mean much

(They don't mean much, no, no)

Seen a real good thing

Turn to real fucked up (mm, ah)

The camera pans to a dancer sitting in the audience, in a full racer uniform, helmet and all. He stands up, dancing with you as you sing the chorus. You both move your bodies to the beat, basically circling each other.

I just want your two hands on me at all times, baby

If you let go (I want your two hands)

Better put 'em right back, fast

Want your two hands on me like my life needs savin'

Let 'em all know (I want your two hands)

Can you do it like that? Yeah

The dancer moves towards the stage where you once stood. The camera stays on you, dancing with energy and focus. Lights flash around you. You start to move back towards the stage.

'Cause I want 'em all to see

You look good on top of me

At this time at night, I need

Not one, not three (yeah)

Just your two hands on me like my life needs savin'

Let 'em all know (I want your two hands)

Can you do it like that? Yeah

 You stand back on the car, and dancers surround the car in a circle, dancing around you. For the dance break, you don’t sing much, focusing on the dance.

I want your two hands (mm, whoa)

Don't ever let me go

I want your two hands

Two hands on me (oh)

I want your two hands

(Don't let me go) don't ever let me go

(I want your two hands) I want your two hands

(Better put 'em right back) two hands on me

You sit back down in the car, singing the end of the song. Dancing while sitting down, dancers still dancing around you. 

I just want your two hands on me at all times, baby

If you let go (I want your two hands)

Better put 'em right back, fast (oh-oh)

Want your two hands on me like my life needs savin'

Let 'em all know (I want your two hands)

Can you do it like that? Yeah (like that, like that)

'Cause I want 'em all to see (yeah)

You look good on top of me

At this time at night, I need

Not one, not three

Just your two hands on me like my life needs savin'

Let 'em all know (I want your two hands)

Can you do it like that? Yeah (alright)

The lights go dark, the audience cheers, barely audible over your in-ears. You breathe heavy. After you catch your breath, you push yourself off the car walking backstage. You place the microphone down on the table, and someone helps you unclip your mic pack. 

You walk into your dressing room. Shrugging off your leather jacket. Sweat covering every part of your body. You change into a pair of dark blue sweatpants, a white tank top, and a dark grey zip-up. You grab your phone, your bag. 

Before you leave, you spot Jimmy walking towards you. “Wow, just wow! That was amazing.”

“Thank you! It was amazing to be on the show!”

You both say your thanks. Then, you and your manager make your way towards the stage door. Outside, fans wait. When you open the door, a few cameras flash from a few paparazzi. You smile, waving at the fans. You walk towards the gathering of people, fans stick out their hands, shirts, markers, anything you could sign. You slowly make your way down the line, signing things and taking photos with others. Your manager slowly pushes you along. Motioning towards the SUV waiting to take you back to your hotel room. 

“I hope you all enjoyed the show!!” You yell out. Your fans cheer as you walk towards the SUV. waving one more time at the fans.  You take a deep exhale once entering the car. Resting your head on the headrest. 

@Boweynotdavid

2 hands- Bowey

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Thank you so much, New York!! 

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@meretmanon: I'll put 2 hands on you bb 

–@Boweynotdavid: PLEASEEE 🙏

–@User1: I WANNA START A RUMORR

@radvxz: Can you come to England soon

-@Boweynotdavid: Soon bea soon

@Bowey.news: Loved the performance!

@Reneerapp: mommy

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@Victor1a_J

Dear god- Bowey

Best day of my life. 

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A/N: I had a fun time writing this one cause now... it heats up a bit, some hint for a chapter coming soon... im gonna post some extras tomorrow or Friday like some insta posts and more gc.. I also might skew the timeline just a bit to make it more interesting, so if I do ill let y'all know!

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