You're curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone, waiting for Chappell to get home from her interview. She'd been doing press all week, so you'd barely had time together, only catching up late at night when she finally made it back. You miss having her around, and seeing her on every screen in your feed only makes it harder.
Your thumb stills when a headline catches your eye: Chappell Roan Misses Frolicking and Doing Drugs in the Park. You raise an eyebrow, snorting a little. That sounds exactly like her. You click on the article and find yourself smiling as you read. She talked about how she missed the freedom of running through the grass barefoot, just laughing without a care in the world, maybe a little high, maybe just on life. It reminds you of those early days together, when everything felt like an adventure.
When she finally comes through the door, she looks exhausted, but her eyes light up the second she sees you. She drops her bag and crosses the room in a few quick strides, wrapping you up in a hug that makes all the waiting worth it.
"Hey, pretty girl," you say, smiling down at her.
"Hey, babe," she murmurs, pressing her forehead against your chest. She pulls back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Guess what? I got asked the weirdest question today. They asked me what I miss most. And I don't know, I just said the first thing that came to mind."
"I saw," you laugh. "You said you miss frolicking around, doing drugs in the park."
Her cheeks turn pink as she laughs. "What can I say? It's true! I just miss being carefree, like I was back before all this," she gestures to her stage clothes, the makeup and glam. "It feels like it's been ages since I could just... do that without worrying who's watching."
You bite your lip, a plan forming in your mind. "Well... what if we went somewhere where no one's watching?"
She cocks her head at you, intrigued. "Go on..."
"Come home with me. It's small, the kind of town where people are either retired or too busy to care about what anyone else is doing. Nobody would recognise you there, and even if they did, they wouldn't bother you. We could just... frolic in the park, like you said."
Her eyes light up, the tiredness slipping away. "Are you serious?"
You grin. "Only if you're down for it."
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The next morning, you're both on a road trip to your hometown. Chappell's driving, her sunglasses perched on her nose, her hand resting on your thigh. She's got one of her playlists on, and you're singing along, watching the cityscape fade into open fields and small towns as you head further and further away from her usual hustle and bustle. She keeps glancing over at you, smiling that soft smile that makes your heart race.
When you finally arrive, it's exactly how you remember it. The streets are quiet, lined with little shops that close early and the same park you grew up going to, tucked between rows of maple trees. It's peaceful, the kind of place where everyone knows everyone—except Chappell. Here, she's just a face in the crowd. And that was oddly comforting for her.
She squeezes your hand as you lead her to the park, and you can see her excitement bubbling over. She kicks off her shoes the second you reach the grass, tossing them to the side, and then she's off, running through the open space, twirling around with her arms spread wide. She's laughing, that carefree sound that you love, and you find yourself laughing too, just watching her.
"Come on, Y/N!" she calls out, holding out her hand. "We're here to frolic, aren't we?"
You grab her hand, letting her pull you along as you both run through the grass like kids. It's silly and ridiculous, but you can't remember the last time you felt this free. You're just two people, no one watching, no one caring, and it's perfect.
After a while, you both collapse on a patch of clover, catching your breath. Chappell turns to you, her face flushed, her eyes bright. She's got that look, the one that makes you feel like you're the only person in the world.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice soft. "I didn't realise how much I needed this."
You smile, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I did. That's why I brought you here."
She leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It's slow and sweet, and it feels like a promise, one you'll keep coming back to. When she pulls back, she lies back in the grass, looking up at the clouds, and you do the same, your hand intertwined with hers.
The two of you lie there for hours, just talking and laughing, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. When the stars start to come out, you pull out a little surprise—a joint you'd brought along, just for her. She laughs when she sees it, nudging your shoulder. "You thought of everything, didn't you?"
"Only the best for you," you say, grinning as you light it up and pass it to her.
The two of you share it, lying side by side, and everything feels hazy and perfect, like a dream you never want to wake up from. She's lying there next to you, her fingers tracing patterns on your arm, and you feel that deep, unshakeable certainty that you're exactly where you're meant to be.
When you finally head back to the little house you're staying in, she wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you close as you walk through the quiet streets. She kisses you, her lips warm and soft, and you can feel her smiling against your mouth.
"Thank you, Y/N," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
You smile, leaning your forehead against hers. "As long as you're happy, that's all I need."
And in that little town, far from the spotlight, with only the stars and the distant sound of crickets as witnesses, you know you've given her exactly what she needed—a moment of freedom, a piece of her heart, and the promise of forever.
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a/n
turns out smut is a bitch to write when you don't have motivation
i'll try and get it out as soon as possible 🫶🎀
