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In love with Post - Post Malone

Creator: anuknowha on tumblr

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Pairing: Post Malone x Reader

Word Count: 1,892

It's been a while since I started my career and I still haven't been able to hit my expected level of love from my fans. Yeah, people from all over the world are listening, but it's not as many as I want it to be. Hard work pays off eventually, just takes time and effort, and even some expectations that are randomly plotted into the situation. A few months into my journey as a musician, I finally got to meet someone I've had my eye on for a while, Post Malone. He was an idol to me- someone to look up to with backstory, but most importantly he caught my attention because of his outgoing personality and his emotional expressions in front of and behind the audience. He wasn't afraid of being himself, speaking his mind, and definitely showing off the tattoos that seemed to cover him from head to toe. For some reason I loved that about him, and because of that, I worked my way to get signed under the same record label company. And I wouldn't take no for an answer. From behind curtains on the stage I heard the voices of screaming, raging fans that were excited for tonight's show. A sigh came left my lips as I peeked through in awe before quickly turning my head in his direction. He was still getting ready, and I watched from afar as I waited for him to finish getting his "good luck" wishes. As he walked towards the stage he stopped in front of me, "Good luck out there Austin. I know you'll do great." He pats me on the back, "I told you to call me Post" he chuckles as he waves goodbye and walks past the curtains and front center stage. I haven't called him Post is weeks, mostly because I knew my dream was finally coming true and was hoping he'd get the hint some, but even without it, he never let me leave my guard down around him. The music starts, and from my spot backstage, it's obvious my favorite song of his, Psycho. I hum along to the beat, before mouthing the words so subtly. A few more songs from his recent album played before he took a break. When he came backstage he was drenched in sweat. Those working for him gave him a towel and a beer to help him cool off an relax. During the 15 minute intervention, he sat next to me and just continued to sip his alcoholic beverage. And when he wasn't looking I'd take a quick glance over his direction and smile some before letting it fade away quickly. Before I knew it they announced his reappearance and he leaves to go back on stage. Tempted to follow, I don't, instead I just watch as he walks back towards the curtains to continue his concert. I could tell he threw me a small smile, or maybe it was just him be excited to live out his dream once more. After about another 40 minutes of performing I finally hear him dismissing himself from the display of the fans. He walks back, looking a little tired, but I can't help but giggle. "You did great Post." "Good job man, you had the crowd going wild." Comments like such were raining from his fellow security as he received many high fives, pats on backs and hugs. Afterwards he came over to me holding out his hand. I took it, and felt him use his strength to lift me off the floor. "Great job Austin. I don't think I've seen a better performance of yours." He seemed to let it slide by him at the moment but, he didn't seem to mind about me calling him Austin. "Thanks." His voice sounded more tired than anything as he started walking towards the exit with the rest of his men, with me following behind quietly like a baby duck. Arriving in the tour bus, he started taking pictures with his friends as they started playing beer pong. I watched from the other side, knowing I was still too young to drink. Cheers and sounds of encouragement were heard for about 30 minutes and discontinued, at least that's what I thought as I realized a slumped over Post Malone, sleep on the chair. It made me laugh some, and snort under my breath as if not to wake him. Within minutes, we were back at the hotel and I found myself about to separate from him, that was until I heard him call out my name, which suddenly caused me to turn around. "Wanna come to my room to play a few games?" I tilted my head, "I thought you were tired, you worked hard today and you were sleep on the ride here." Though spending time with him was my main purpose I couldn't help but consider him first out the kindness of my heart. Before responding to me, he gestured me to his room and I decided to follow. He plopped down on the bed and handed me a controller before taking one in his own hands. "I'm not really that good at video games, I loved them but never had the systems to play them." Cracking my knuckles I got prepared for said game, and to my pleasure it was a fighting game. "Well that's fine, you have enough to afford them now right, or do I need to get them for you?" He suggested playfully. "No thank you." I say in almost a huff that he shrugs off instantly. Us two play a few hours and now it's 1am and a slightly drunk Post is frustrated at me beating him, so he calls it quits. A victory laugh in triumph erupts from my throat as he falls backwards onto the bed. I remained on the floor, not wanting to wake him as I listened his breathing become shallow, and therefore just wait until the morning. I awaken before him, and rub my eyes glancing up at him behind me. I don't bother to wake him since today he had a break, instead I let him sleep off the alcohol and start playing the game against the computer on a low volume. Within the next three hours he wakes up, and I feel him watching me but say nothing until he gets up to go to the bathroom. "Good morning sleepy head." A groggy, "Morning" drifts past his lips as he lifts himself out the bed and shifts towards the bathroom. "What time is it?" "About 12 or so, I didn't bother to wake you because you seemed so tired." Before I could finish my sentence I heard the toilet flush, which means he probably missed some of the things I just said, but it didn't really matter to me at the moment as I was so concentrated on the game. He started washing his hands and within the next few seconds I heard the shower running, he drifts past me to grab clothes but my eyes are still glued on the game. Another 30 minutes pass and a fully clothed Austin walks in your view of the TV preventing me from playing well. "What are you doing...?" I question, an eyebrow raised slightly. "Rematch" sitting down next to me he scoops up the controller and starts to set it to two player. Playing 5 rounds, in which I lost 4, he decided to smirk in victory and put down his controller. I looked over at him, and put mine down as well, and that's when I felt my stomach growl. "Hey, you hungry...? I think I'll go out to grab us something really quick." He nodded softly and I left the room only to be stopped by his "employees" outside the hotel door. They were wondering what happened, but I just waved "hi" and continued walking past. Within 20 minutes I return back to his room to see him playing a different game. I toss the bag of food on his bed and put the drinks on the nearby nightstand. "I'm back." I say almost presently. "Got some late breakfast. I really had a taste for bacon is all. Sorry if it's not what you wanted. Oh, I also wanted to buy you beer but they had to check me of course, and I'm still not at the minimum age-" I stop in my track of words as he was finishing up his round. I sit next to him stuffing my face and letting out a deep sigh. Moments of silence elapsed and I had finished my food along with my drink. I curled into a small ball on the floor and watched the TV change colors as he stopped his gameplay. He gently put down his controller to grab his sandwich and start eating. "Austin I..." I trailed off, but he commented, "How much do I owe you?" I was almost taken aback by the question, confused some, even. "O-owe me for what...?" I stutter. "The food. You bought my food, right?" Thinking for a second I violently nod, "Oh yeah-! Don't worry about it, I don't mind spending money on you." He stopped chewing for a second but still had a mouth full of food, "Why is that?" he questioned. An awkward silence dawned the room, and it stayed that way for what seemed like hours. I avoided eye contact with him and still did even after I was able to get my thoughts together. "I love you..." I say as I bite back tears that begin forming in my eyes. He seemed to have almost choked on his food in disbelief. "I love you Austin Richard Post. Not for the money or the fame but because of you being you. I don't care that you have millions are your expense but I don't see that as important. I'd still love you even if you were still at home playing guitar as a hobby. I don't care where you are or where you're going. And yes it's hard to believe, but you're so funny whenever I see you around. Your positive attitude hits everyone in every concert hall you enter. You're caring and generous. Especially when you helped that girl who was being pushed and shoved in front of your face. Your smile, your laugh, your voice is what attracts me to you. And I've been wanting to at least confess regardless of how much you believe me. I just know I wouldn't let you fall apart between my fingers. And I know I'm not a Nicki Minaj or Demi Levato, I'm not the most attractive I'm the bunch, but I do have genuine feelings and I was hoping one day you might give me a chance to prove it to you." With that I took a deep breath, sweat blaring down my face and neck, I turned my head in the opposite direction so that his blue eyes weren't able to meet mine. I could tell he was shocked though, I was just glad to get out my confession to the guy I loved and admired for the longest, Austin Post.

"I love you too, Y/N" he stated, eventually smiling at me with one the biggest and brightest smiles I've ever seen on a person.