Assortment

What Kind of Fun?

2013 Era-

Tim sat on the couch across the room from you. He was reading Game Of Thrones while you drew in your notebook. You observed him closely, attempting to draw your boyfriend. You carefully drew his face, starting with his short, soft golden-blonde hair. You started in plain pencil, but planned on using colored pencils later on.

He moved slightly, changing positions. You sighed, somewhat frustrated. You erased the outline of his legs and redrew them. He looked up at you for a second, sensing your frustration. "Everything alright?" He asked, checking up on you. "Yeah, just drawing," you responded casually.

He put his book down and came over, now interested. "I wanna see, I like your drawings," he requested as you hid the sketchbook from him. "Aw, come on! Let me see, I bet it's good," he whined, trying to move your arm to get a look. "No, it looks bad, don't look!" You protested, clutching it tighter against your chest. He startled tickling you, trying to get you to move. You immediately squealed and started to giggle, squirming around. "Stop it, Tim!" You pleaded as he tickled you.

He stole the sketchbook from you, and you quickly snatched it back, gently hitting him on the head with it. "Oww! That hurt, Y/n!" He whined, pouting at you.

Ash came into the room to let the two of you know it was time to leave. You got up and put the sketchbook in your bag, now disappointed that you'd have to wait to finish the drawing. Tim and Ash chatted in Swedish, talking around you. Felix also came in to take care of a few things as you all got everything prepared to leave.

Tim put his book back in the bag, making sure he had everything he needed. He took your hand as you two left, walking to the car together. He kissed your cheek, causing you to blush as you walked. He opened the door for you and you got in, and then he got in the other side.

The driver went down the main road, heading for the stadium. You watched out the window, watching the brightly colored city blur past. It was a standard routine, but you loved seeing the cities while you could. "I wish I could draw this," you muttered to yourself, smiling. Tim reached for your hand again, bringing it to his lips. He kissed your hand gently, showing his affection. 

You arrived at the stadium, and they quickly ushered you and Tim backstage to prepare for the show. You noticed all the bottles of alcohol and sighed, knowing what Tim would do. The brown and green glass seemed to stare you down, the logos on them clear as day. You hugged his arm, silently begging him to moderate his drinking.

He looked at you and asked if everything was alright, you nodded. "You don't have to stay here and wait for me to be done, I can have Semi or Sean go with you to go have your own fun," he offered, pulling out his wallet. "You're sure?" You asked him hesitantly as he handed a 50 dollar bill to you. He nodded.

You sighed, ready to shoot your shot. "Promise me you won't drink too much, please," you requested, your voice nervous. "I promise," he agreed quickly, not thinking much of it. You took the bill and he kissed your cheek assuringly. "The gig will take about three hours, so don't worry about time. Just have fun," he assured you. "What kind of fun?" You asked him, wondering if he'd impose any limits for you. "Your kind of fun, Babe. Just nothing too crazy," he replied casually. After a while, it was time for him to go do his job, so Sean took you out to walk around downtown London.

While you were out, you asked to go to a mall, just to get something to eat and get yourself something. Sean agreed, and you both went to the mall nearby. The two of you went to the Food Court first, needing to get something to eat. "Five Guys?" you suggested, pointing to it. "Sure," Sean agreed. The two of you walked over and waited in line, looking up at the menu to see what to get. "I think I'll get grilled cheese," you mentioned to him. "I'll just get a cheeseburger, nothing too complicated," he replied as he scrolled through his social media. "Should we pick something up for Tim? He'll probably be hungry after the show," you suggested, knowing your boyfriend. "It'll be cold by then, and you know he hates reheating things in the microwave," Sean reminded you. "Ah yeah, you're right," you replied as you both moved forward with the line. "We can pick something up just before he's done," he negotiated, keeping your idea in mind.

After sitting down to eat and enjoying some small talk, the two of you walked around through the mall. You explored some of the shops, taking a look around and thinking about what to buy. "You never wear anything nice for him, how can people expect you to look like the girlfriend of a well known DJ? You need to show off your body," you thought to yourself nervously as you walked with Sean. Was it what you really wanted, though? New clothes to look more appealing? You weren't quite sure.

"Is something the matter, Y/n? You're being quiet," Sean observed, his voice slightly concerned. You sighed, looking at the art shop on one side of the hall, and Victoria's Secret on the other. "Sean, does Tim ever complain about me when I'm not around?" You asked, wanting to hear his perspective. "Only a little, he complains about having to leave you behind sometimes, he complains that you worry too much sometimes," he admitted to you honestly. You nodded and stopped to think.

"Sean, should I surprise him by getting a new outfit he'll like seeing me wear?" You asked, now getting straight to the point. "He's not that shallow, you know. Of course he likes your body, but he likes more than that," he replied to you honestly. "Well, it's either a new outfit or more art supplies, I can't pick both," you told him, wanting his input on the decision.

"Oh! You know what, I forgot! He actually did say, he feels like you don't show off your body enough. He wants you to feel as attractive as you are, and he doesn't think you dress yourself that way," Sean told you, a bit harshly. Your heart sunk a little, surprised that Tim would say those things. "It's nice to know how he feels," you muttered, feeling disappointed.

Sean sighed. "He was tipsy when he said it, Y/n. You know he would've found a better way to say it if he'd been sober," he reasoned, his tone now apologetic.

You went over into Victoria's Secret, with Sean following behind you. You bought two sets of lingerie, one red and one black, and then went to another clothing store. You picked out a couple dresses that were fit for nights out, taking inspiration from all the girls in the clubs he played at.